Gifted: Reaching for Destiny » Places

         

The twins were, in a very rare occurrence for them, feeling the same way. Bored. Particularly the type that included 'out of ones mind'. At least Tristen found some entertainment in the Green next to him, but Louella had not much of anything since Alex had seemingly decided to go mute and the girl- Mimiko? maybe -had gotten sidetracked with being scolded by the faculty for the most recent unfortunate chain of events, which had included a toy robot gone haywire she thinks. She found her brothers gaze momentarily and for once he didn't roll his eyes and look right away from her. He actually looked a bit sympathetic, but if you had asked Tristen he would have said he just felt bad she got stuck sitting next to dog-girl. Fortunately Lou wasn't allergic to animals like he was, and she actually rather liked them (ie. she owned a horse).

Louella felt more and more sympathetic for each person that stood up to introduce themselves, especially the one that had tried to use puns to do so, and Green, the poor girl looked like she was going to curl up in a ball and cry. She would take boarding school any day over this place, and the people there were vicious. At least there you knew what to expect, here she was still trying to figure out who could actually be trusted and who was just going to try and stab you in the back. Braving humiliation, the light-haired girl was the next to stand after Mr. Livingston, who seemed a lot like her brother. "Allô! Je m'appelle Louella Ainsworth, I am sixteen until... a few days from now?" Lou glanced over to her brother at this part, trying to remember the date. It was the beginning of a new school year which meant their birthday would undoubtedly be coming up. "Oh! I also come from France, with my twin, Tristen." And at last the cat was out of the bag, he wasn't some crazy stalker or abusive boyfriend, just her sibling. Though some might have asked how such a sweet, innocent appearing girl could be related to such a cold, stoic man.

Tristen stayed seated even after Louella finished her introduction, figuring she had done enough for the both of them. Anything he could have said would have just be a repeat of her performance, so instead he sort of nodded his greeting to the table and then went back to silently calculating the majority of them. Quite a few he had already written off as uninteresting- pink-hair, dog-girl, and meat brain, -, and two remained most intriguing, Green and Arty. As Green was closest, it was easier to center her in the crosshairs currently. He kept his gaze wandering around the table as he pulled the last sweet out of his pocket, he had only brought two with him after he left his room, and offered it over to Greenie to tide her over until food arrived.

         

Samuel J. Livingston

As the plane's descent became clear to an unconscious Samuel, he reluctantly opened his eyes, gazing out of the window and watching the small dots that represented cars slowly grow bigger in his field of view before they were masked by the airport, which blazed by his vision as the plane touched the ground.

Although it was his first plane ride and many members of his family seemed to think that aviation was an exciting thing, Samuel didn't see any interest in flying. It wasn't his kind of style.

"About time...I feel like I would've been confined to this chair forever..." Samuel quietly protested to himself. He grabbed the only package that contained his possessions; a simple plastic bag containing a single photo that his parents wanted him to keep with him. Although he was adamant, his parents didn't seem to care about his "public image".

Since Samuel was in the first class area of the plane, he was able to step off the plane first. Also, since he was still a minor, a flight attendant accompanied him throughout the metal tunnel that connected the plane to the airport. Immediately, he saw a rather fancy male holding a simple white sign with "Samuel Livingston" scribbled onto it in black marker. Samuel immediately made a beeline for him.

The next couple of hours for Samuel was a blur; he found out that the man holding the sign was actually a butler that worked for the owner of the Mansion, an old hag by the name of Anderson Montgomery March. The butler's name was Joseph.

Despite the curiosity of onlookers as they had entered and drove in a shiny black limo, Samuel had completely expected it, since the man pulling the strings did own a mansion. After a mere twenty minutes, jetlag clouded his mind, and he slumped over in a deep sleep.

The limousine stopping jolted Samuel awake. He took in the sight that was the front of the Mansion before he was ushered out of the limo by Joseph, walking with him without a word to the front door. As the butler pushed open the doors, Samuel experienced a slight tingle inside of him. Something that he had always felt when he knew that he was going to have a cheerful time.

Eleven other people of all different sizes, colors, and ages stood alongside Samuel in the main hall. He noted some of these people; a rather tough fellow who seemed to be pissed off at everything and everyone, a blonde boy in a beanie who seemed to be a bit of an airhead, and a quiet girl that seemed calculative and evaluating. His type of girl.

"This is going to be fun," Samuel muttered to himself while smirking.

         

Samuel J. Livingston

Samuel casually walked down the hall, catching a small glimpse of a rather strange person with long, green hair who was keeping their head down. "I knew there'd be an introvert coming here..." he muttered to himself while sporting a small smirk. He made his way to the dorm room that had "The Devil" etched into the upper-center of the door, gazing at the way the lines were formed. At long last, Samuel pulled the door open and entered his new home.

Subtly surprised, Samuel realized that the room he was in reflected his interests in fashion and the looks of bedrooms, which just so happened to be nil. Yet, it also sported some of the things he did like; walls splattered with a simple red with much of its radiance removed, dark oak wood floors, and a King-sized bed sporting a black comforter with while lines formed into a plus sign, centered in the middle. "Looks like the Old Man didn't forget the most important part," Samuel grinned as he glazed his fingers over a large peninsula-shaped desk that sat directly next to his bed. Countless books containing hundreds, even thousands of past cases from around the country lined a large bookshelf at the opposite end of the desk, against the wall.

Samuel put the bag sporting the possessions down onto his bed and, before leaving to go to dinner, thought about his hometown.
He had never known the true essence of a friend back where he lived, only allies and acquaintances that he occasionally meddled with. But he never had a use for them. The seat at the top only had room for one person, and he was not going to allow anyone else to take his spot. Thus, only his parents and immediate relatives knew of his departure to the Mansion, although he didn't care who knew if he was gone.

Samuel left the room, shutting the door nonchalantly before following the path that the strange introvert took to the dining hall.