Third Person POV.
Decio, Kamali, and Keziay.
The bus was warm, almost unbearable so, especially for Decio. He could sit in an icy tundra in a blizzard, and not be cold, but heaven forbid the thermometer rise over 70. And it must have been at least 80 on that bus, a temperature that made Decio's stomach twist in pain. The low murmur of conversation on the bus barely reached them, all the way in the back. And since the seats were yellow, it made them pretty hard to see anyway.
On either side of him, his two little twin sisters were fast asleep, leaning on his arms. He was half asleep when they left, but the temperature had risen so suddenly and dramatically he could not get back to sleep. He glanced around warily. Most of the inhabitants of the bus were asleep or looking out the windows.They would not notice him. He reached up and pulled the small intricate key charm out of his shirt where it hung on a long chain, and curled his fingers around it. Carefully, oh so carefully, he reached inside himself and let out the tiniest bit of power possible, less than even a spark, spreading it around he and his siblings.
Several people on the bus yelped at the sudden cold as the temperature plunged to the low sixties, and Decio sighed in relief. The twins didn't stir, completely used to sudden temperature changes by now.
"Oy, driver! It's freezing in here, turn off the AC!" Someone yelled, and the twins woke, Keziay bolting upright with her usual high level of energy, without taking time to wake up, and Kamali slowly blinking and looking around calmly.
"It is off!" The bus driver said, confused, fiddling with the many buttons on the dash.
Both the twins swiveled their heads to stare at him, and he looked away awkwardly, staring intently at the window. The twins giggled.
The bus suddenly screeched to a hat, nearly throwing themselves from their seats. "S-sorry about that! Um... we're here..." The bus driver stuttered in embarrassment.
DECIO P.O.V.
Keziay snatched her duffel bag and streaked off the bus excitedly. We were used to moving. It was mundane for us. So, they didn't have a huge bulky suitcase with us like many others on beard - a single small duffel each was all they needed, and we had actually packed in more than we usually took when we moved. We were wearing pretty much the same thing, except the male version for me. A loose white halter top with a blue design, black causal dress pants, grey sneakers, and of course a long black chain with a charm on it tucked into each of our shirts. Each of us had our hair up in a pony tail, what would reach anyway since all of us kept our hair short, so some messy bangs hung down at the sides of our faces. This place was completely foreign - nothing like home in Alaska. With gangs, violence, and crime. It wasn't like those things were unfamiliar, but the protocol on them was much different here - we didn't want to get close to these sick, twisted people, so we were going with the triplets act. Wearing the same thing, talking the same way and finishing each other's sentences (which we sometimes did anyway, because of how quiet Keziay was and how shy Kamali was), always staying close together (which we usually did in unfamiliar places), and generally trying not to talk to other people besides each other. This 'triplets act' tended to scare people away, and that was exactly what we wanted.
Making sure Kamali was with me, who was nervously sticking close to me, half hiding behind me, I stepped off the bus. Keziay suddenly flashed past, running from one end of the bus unloading sidewalk to the other, her eyes scanning the crowds, green grass, new white sidewalk, and all I could think was that it looked like something that would come out of a detailed, colorful cookie cutter with how straight all the edges were. I hated it.
KAMALI P.O.V.
The place was... pristine. That was the only word I could think to describe it. How something could be pristine where so many people are constantly walking and where the smell of smog was rich in the air, I didn't know, but it was all the same. I didn't want to be here in the first place anyway, and now I wanted to be even less, no matter how fancy it was. I'd take a fun-down mansion with a giant unkept, wild Alaskan backyard any day over this. Our adoptive mother's house, where we stayed near after she died. Once the eldest of the two other sons turned 18, he would inherit it, and we would all get to move back home. Home... until I was six, I didn't even really know what that word meant.
Now, I just wanted to go back, and we had only left a day ago. And for that full day, we were stuck on that horrible contraption. I stretched my arms over my head in unison with Decio, earning us a few odd looks. Wow, our strategy was working pretty well. People here were a lot more into appearances than I thought, and I had thought they were wretchedly obsessive over them in the first place. Keziay fell into step with us as we started walking, Decio glancing at a campus map in his hands as he led the way. I glanced down and Keziay and I both synchronized our steps and head turns with him. A few passerby's stopped and stared at us, another glancing nervously and then walking away quickly. Keziay giggled and smirked at their discomfort, and I matched it. Maybe this place might be a little fun after all... just wait until we got bored here, then they'd be really scared.
KEZIAY P.O.V.
We carefully entered the room, Decio throwing the doors so wide they kind of slammed into the walls so that we all three could fit through together, making a coincidentally loud grand entrance. We stopped for a moment and looked left, then right, then started walking to stand in formation a bit away form the crowd, all three of us making the same fidgeting motions with our right hand.
For once, our bright yellow hair wasn't out of place - one girl had flaming red hair that was obviously dyed, a drama queen, probably - I even saw a girl with pink hair, but she looked slightly deranged, in a different way than my siblings and I, a bad way. I smirked faintly - I couldn't wait to get on her nerves and make her attempt to tear her hair out because she wouldn't be able to kill me. There was also a white haired boy that stuck close to her, like a puppy. He looked nice, excitable and childlike, the kind of person we would like, the one who is looked down on by society for his naïveté but who is funner to be around than anybody who would look down on him. Another was some kid slouching in a corner as if trying to hide. He aura screamed darkness to me, not evil, but darkness, because nothing was entirely good or entirely evil.
Well, one thing was for sure, no matter how much we hated this place, with people like these around at least it would take a while for us to get bored.
RPG
