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Alice Ender

The pain won't kill you but it might make you wish it would.

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a character in “Eltz Academy”, as played by Agent

Description

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Name
Alice Ender

Nickname
Alice, Ender, ... (feel free for your character to make up their own for her)

Age
17

Ethnicity and Hometown
London born and raised.
Alice's mother is Caucasian English; her father, assumedly, is not.

Sexuality
Bisexual

Power
Wound transferral:
  • Alice can transfer pain, injury or illness partially or wholly between herself and others. She can naturally sense pain, and with focus can also detect other injuries or illness.
  • Transfers occur instantaneously leaving one host as it occurs in another. A physical wound will become hot and the air wavers, the injury vanishes, appearing in the same instance on the other host's body preceded by once again by heat and wavering air. Transfers may be held ‘in stasis’ between hosts with control and consequence on Alice's part.
  • Alice has a minor healing factor, only slightly better than human, and it tends to focus specifically on more severe injuries.
Limitation:
  • Alice does not create pain or injury, only transfers it.
  • Her powers are greater with proximity or physical contact, but can be done at a distance with focus.
  • She can’t perform transfers directly between two separate individuals but may use herself as a conduit to achieve the same results.
  • Pain transfers are easier but in general transfers only work with another human host, as a transfer to or from different living things requires greater understanding to adapt the injury.
  • Holding a transfer 'in stasis' requires focus, control and energy - increasing with the severity of the transfer and how long it is held. It may cause Alice nausea or even loss of conciousness in some cases. When a physical wound or illness is held in stasis pain usually can't be, unless the wound or illness is very minor, and the process itself my cause pain.
  • Transferring wounds from the dead will not revive them and once transferred to Alice can not be returned to the original host.
  • Old scars can't be healed as they are considered 'part of the body' and not a foreign injury.
House
Dreist Freshman




Appearance
Alice Ender often looks like she's either going to kiss you or kill you with the smirk she tends to where on her lips. Her eyes, usually traced with dark liner, are a bright blue that sometimes seems grey or green in certain conditions. She a little bit shorter than average height and possesses a lean body. Her hair falls just past her shoulders, is a dark red-brown, and more-often-than-not is on the messier side.
Dark, comfortable clothes are Alice’s preferred choice of attire; things like a leather jacket, a hoodie or baggy sweater, loose shirts, singlets. Jeans are a regular piece of her wardrobe unless the weather allows her to flaunt her long legs in short. She likes to stomp around in boots or converses.
That’s not to say the Alice doesn’t clean up nice. If the occasion calls for it she can strut her stuff in heels and a dress without any reservations.

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Special Marks
No piercing, no tats, no distinguishable birthmarks, but Alice does have a number of fading scars, not all of them her own; from grazed knees or knuckles and the odd scratch or cut, to the bullet hole scar on her left upper arm below the shoulder.

Occupation:
Being a freshman Alice doesn't have a job in the village but she would like to get one since she is financially self-reliant. Otherwise she is willingly to use her powers to make money.





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Likes
Hot chips. / Hot black coffee with plenty of sugar. / Scribbling. / Boots. / Testing people's patience and just generally being annoying. / City lights reflected on water. / Making a mess. / Autumn leaves. / Night air. / Partying. / Trees. / Chocolate. / Humming. / Being helpless.

Dislikes
Causing innocent people physical harm. / Pain. / Feeling guilty. / Prissy-ness. / Broccoli. / Being vulnerable or helpless. / Ungratefulness. / Animal cruelty. / People who harm themselves or others for no reason. / The effects of smoking. / Having cold toes. / Petty-ness. / Hospitals

Fears
Death. / Cockroaches. / The power thrill of hurting people. / The pain greater than thought. / Transferring brain illness or injury.

Secret
Alice is responsible for killing Samuel O'Grady.

Personality
Alice Ender is a girl who is often smiling, or glaring, or both. In the part of London she grew up her dark looks and the rumour of her powers allowed her to form a somewhat menacing repute for such a small and smiley girl, it allowed her the freedom to roam without fear of harassment while her powers ensured that she could defend herself should that fail. Alice is defiant and bold, smiling even through pain, and at times unsettling people. She is sarcastic, and blunt, passionate and a little bit selfless. It might not always be clear to others but her moral compass generally points north, she is harsh but fair, and sympathetic to the suffering of others.
Despite the recent recent trauma in her life Alice appears flippant and almost unaffected. In truth she still grieves and is burdened by the guilt of her actions.




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History
(UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
Alice’s parents were together only a short while and it wasn’t until after they parted ways that her mother, Kate, realised that she was expecting. Alice’s father had left Britain by then and her mother chose to raise the child by herself.

Alice was a bright and energetic child, bold and adventurous, always getting up to mischief and enjoying the company of others. At age six she started to complain of various pains. At first her mother dismissed it, but soon she grew concerned as Alice started to become more reserved. People felt at ease in the young girl’s presence because her powers were beginning to manifest; Alice was unwittingly drawing away the pains of others onto herself. Her mother took her to a doctor but they couldn’t diagnose the cause of her complaints. It was suggested that perhaps it was simply attention-seeking behaviour; her mother disagreed and allowed Alice to take mild pain-relief medication. This treatment helped ease the burden for a while but it was not a healthy long term solution. Alice even at a young age didn’t want to worry her hard-working mother and soon stopped mentioning the pains.
Eventually, through simple will, Alice learned not to absorb others’ pain unintentionally. She figured out how to be aware of it without transferring it to herself and imagined pain in her mind’s eye like lights within the outline of a person; the brighter the light the greater the pain. Still, she always knew when her elderly neighbour’s bad knee was playing up or when her primary school teacher had a migraine.
Her first wound transferral was an accident that she almost didn’t notice. Alice was playing with a friend when the other child grazed their knee. The two of them fussed over it and Alice pressed a tissue on it. When her own knee began to hurt she assumed that she’d simply transferred her friend’s pain. Then the tissue was taken away and it was revealed that her friend’s knee was now unblemished, but if there was no injury where was the pain Alice still felt coming from? It turned out she now had a grazed knee of her own.
At the time the two young children dismissed the strange occurrence but Alice mentioned to her mother in her habitual retelling of the day’s events. Kate didn’t really hold much stock in the tale, but over the years similar incidents occurred, and with the growing evidence she inevitably had to accept the idea of her daughter’s gift. Alice herself recognised now that she had some sort of power and worked to understand it herself. She ended up with lots of little injuries that she’d transferred from other people, sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose.
Once thing she never learned to do was transfer to others. Partly it hadn’t occurred to Alice that it could be possible, and partly, at the age she was, a person’s powers tend to more harm to themselves then others. It wasn’t until she was nine that this changed.
A boy in her class was teasing another girl near her, Tessa, when Alice told him, none too kindly, to step off. He smacked her hard with a ruler while the teacher’s back was turned, and in a sudden surge of indignant anger she accidentally used her powers so that he ended up the one with a great red welt on his arm instead of her. All three ended up in the headmaster’s office, tight-lipped, unable or unwilling to explain what had occurred. Alice had discovered another side of her powers. This side-remained mostly unexplored for a time as Alice felt rather guilty inflicting even the tiny injuries on others simply to sate her curiosity. With the use of a sewing needle, she did find out that without the emotional trigger it required a lot of focus to perform an injury transfer from herself to another, pain transfers were only slightly easier.

Over the years Alice’s mother had dated a few guys, but it wasn’t until Alice was almost eleven that Kate started going out with Tom. He was a nice guy, Alice thought; he made her mum smile and brought her flowers. He didn’t hog the tv remote, or yell a lot, and he actually acknowledged Alice’s existence without disdain. He smiled, and talked to her, but best of all, he was satisfactorily wary of her and she knew it.
Now Alice had never really made a particular effort to conceal her powers but it wasn’t information that she advertised. Nevertheless, it was something that some people knew about, but didn’t really talk about, and weren’t always sure they believed.
Tom, being a local to Alice’s part of the neighbourhood, had heard some of the rumours and wasn’t sure what to believe. Sitting across the table from him one night, while Kate was on her room getting ready to go out, Alice appraised her mother’s suitor with a gaze that made him fidget uneasily in his seat.
“Tom.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s true.”
“What is?”
The young Alice smiled sweetly in a way that didn’t touch her eyes. Some of the rumours were exaggerated and not all of them were about her taking away people’s pain and injuries. It was impressive how menacing a slightly shorter-than average, almost-eleven year old girl in her pyjamas could look when there was the possibility that she could hurt you with only her mind.
“Be nice to my mum, okay, Tom?” she advised.
“Yep,” he answered a bit quickly.

That was the only time the two of them ever discussed her powers.

Alice became close friends with Tessa De L'Arbre, who, it turned out, was a plant empath. In high school Alice found she could make money transferring away people injuries or pains. She discovered that she could hold injuries or pain ‘in stasis’ and detect not only pain but internal injuries or illness.

Kate and Alice ended up moving in with Tom, and Kate had a baby boy when Alice was thirteen. She didn’t begrudge them, she still got on well enough with Tom and she doted on her baby brother, but Alice preferred to hang out with her best friend Tessa or work on her powers, just generally exercising her independence, rather than spend time playing house with her growing family.

Alice’s bullet scar is from transferring the fresh wound from a cashier she witnessed get shot in a robbery.

When Alice received her letter from Eltz Academy she did not immediately accept. Her issues with authority and arrogant over-confidence in her control of her abilities meant that she put it off until she was seventeen. A few weeks before her birthday she and Tessa were in a car accident where they hit a tree; Tessa was killed on impact. Alice tried to transfer away some of Tessa wound’s. Not only did it not save her friend but the moment Alice received the injuries her own body’s survival instincts immediately rejected them. The killing wounds were forced into stasis causing Alice excruciating pain and to her horror she found she couldn’t return them to Tessa's lifeless body. When another driver came to help her she was beyond thought, Tessa's killing wounds which she was holding in stasis as well as all of Alice's own wounds were transferred to him. She blacked out and he died. Later medics couldn’t explain how Tessa De L'Arbre's remaining minor injuries had killed her, or how Sam O'Grady, a driver not involved in the accident, had acquired his fatal wounds. Alice Ender woke in a hospital bed a day later completely unharmed.

Not two months later Alice used her own savings to make the trip to Eltz Academy.

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Family
Mother - Kate Ender
Mother's Partner - Tom Campbell
Half-brother - Luke Campbell

Pets
A potted cactus named Gus.

Theme Song
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance.

Anything Else
My favourite flavour of ice-cream is cookies and cream.

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So begins...

Alice Ender's Story

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It was like a flame in the the darkness, a flare of light bright enough that all the others dimmed into almost non-existence in her mind. Alice had been blocking the smaller lights but she hadn't been on guard against something like this, and it brought her senses to forefront of her mind. She drew a sharp breath as she felt the intense prickle of energy along her skin, like a weight it pressed against her, if she reached out it would pour into her and she would feel it as the pain it was.

Alice looked up from Riley and Jeremiah, and the stuck-up new girl who had just arrived, to seek out the source among the crowd. However she barely had a chance as someone collided with her chair. The two of them ended up on the floor with the chair between them.

A snarl began to form on Alice's lips in the way of a 'watch where you're going, you bloody berk!', but it died in her mouth as she looked up at person in question. It was a young guy and for a moment he appeared apologetic before an expression, as familiar to Alice as her own face, crossed his features. It was a cringe of pain; clear in the sharp intake of breath, the tightness in his hazel-brown eyes, the set of his jaw.

This was the light on her radar. With him this close she barely needed to concentrate to focus her awareness of it, without feeling it she could tell the pain was sharp and intense, and mostly occurring in his back. Without thinking Alice ignored what she usually thought to be almost an invasion of privacy and reached out with her powers to get a better sense of not just the pain but the type of injury that could be causing it. She got a vague notion of the spread of it, of open wounds, and broken skin. Her instincts nagged at her, like a pulling in the gut, to wrap her powers around that pain and injury it a draw it to herself. For all her hard exterior it went against some basic nature of her power, of perhaps some fibre of her own being, to sit and do nothing.

Accepting the injury could be messy but then she could hold the pain in stasis. Holding the injury in stasis would mean accepting the pain; it wouldn't be the worst she'd had. And then there was the matter of consent, some people got spooked or aggressive at the sudden removal of their burdens. Still, she could take some of the pain, share it between them, he might not even notice...

She didn't have a chance to really decide, had only barely begun to allow a taste of the pain to seep into her, when the guy suddenly forced out a breif "Sorry," before walking off quickly. He went to the closest wall, resting against it. Alice just stared after him in dismay, a slight sting in her back.

As she righted her chair and sat down again, she realised that even with her sympathy she'd been looking at the matter clinically. The pain, the decision to transfer, she hadn't really questioned it. How had he been injured? Guys hurt themselves all the time; playing sport, showing off, drunken accidents. Another possibility stirred in her mind. Had this been done to him? Alice's anger flared at the thought, and the desire to find and unleash her powers upon any person responsible burned bright. It was a heady rush of power knowing she could inflict the same damage she accepted.

Alice suddenly realised she was half way out of her seat. She glanced at Riley and Jeremiah, and back at the guy across the room. He was looking at her warily.

What exactly did she intend to do? Sympathy mixed with rage and the constant demanding sense of her power. At her old school she'd made a small living accepting people's injuries for petty cash. A student footy player who wanted to do something about his stuffed knee before the grand-finals, a senior with migraines during final exams... but this was different. Possibly.

Alice turned to Jeremiah, 'Uh, just hold that thought, I'll be back in a moment. Get to know my pal Riley here, or something.' Without waiting for a reply she started across the room. She was vaguely humoured by how it must look to the outside observer, she being knocked over and then determinedly stalking after the person responsible.

As she came up to him she allowed herself to survey the person before her. His hair was cut short, and he wore a dark sweater over broad shoulders and lean frame, and she imagined his face was quite stunning when he smiled; rather than when it was marred by pain and the expression he made upon seeing her approaching. He's rather nice looking, all-in-all, she thought, a thin smirk curling her lips.

"Hey," she said. "I'm Alice Ender." 'And can I transfer your injuries?' she thought about adding.
Or: 'You should really get some bandages and painkillers for that.'
'Who did that to you and can I hurt them?'
'I'm invading your privacy; wanna be friends?' 'Or more?'

Instead she just said, "Are you okay?"

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Kian could tell something was up with Astrid when he put his arm around her, her body stiff and not reacting, not leaning into him as she usually did. He pulled it away a few feet away from the car, making his way to the car in silence. He mood was effecting him, and as the car ride went on his emotion seemed to drain, and he felt uncomfortable. He'd never seen the aura color coming from Astrid before, so he had no idea what it meant, but he didn't like it. When she planted a kiss on his cheek, he hardly reacted, nodding his head in goodbye and exiting the car.

His body blindly led him toward the back of the school building. Kian came here to smoke last year, and though he'd been trying to break the habit, old habits die hard. Walking slowly and silently, he pulled his water bottle out of his bag, taking a few sips, then putting it back. His feet came to a stop when he reached the spot. It was likely the headmaster as well as most if not all of the professors knew he smoked on campus, but no body seemed to care too much. Maybe it was because they didn't know how to help him.

Lighting up a cig, he took a breath, slowly releasing the puff while closing his eyes. What did he do wrong? Being farther away had taken away most of the emotion he'd gotten from being with Astrid, and he was now able to think. What'd made her feel that way? "Damn it," he muttered, punching his hand hard against the wall, then just standing there as he kept puffing. As he finished his cig, now completely recovered from Astrid's emotional surge, he felt relaxed, from the combination of alcohol and nicotine in his body. He made his way back to his room, changing his clothes into a different uniform, applying cologne and brushing his teeth. He then made his way to the cafeteria.

His eyes found Lucy immediately, and after making a quick eye contact with her, he made her way towards her. He had said they were going to get lunch, but he assumed he wouldn't freak her out.

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Quinn's eyes shut for a few seconds, taking a deep breathe to drive away the screaming pain, then opened his eyes again. They were planted on the chair, the now empty chair. Where had the girl gone? His eyes searched the room, sweeping left and right in shock, until they fell back upon her, now making her way toward him. As she arrived next to him, he saw her look him over, taking in his appearance, and he did the same. He cleared his face of the pained expression, and pushed on a bit of a smirk. Why had this girl taken in interest in the stranger who bumped into her chair?

He nodded slowly, taking in her concerned expression. Why was she so concerned? His eyes searched hers for some type of hint, but finding nothing. "I'm Quinn, and I'm fine," he said, but as he said this he could still feel the stinging pain of each mark. He'd have to change soon, or the wet marks on his back would become evident.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Horn Character Portrait: Riles Ruth Character Portrait: Alice Ender Character Portrait: Kyle Mitchell Hasting Character Portrait: Kian McKinley Character Portrait: Jeremiah Raimin Character Portrait: Tiffany Lier Character Portrait: Lucinda Delouse
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Tiffany let out a sigh as she stared at her notebook. No ideas were coming to her. It was so hard to find a decent prank that won't get her in trouble or killed. This is why she needed Astrid. She was good at coming up with things like that. She could pull a prank on Lucy, Her reaction in the end was always hilarious. But people liked her too much. They would be all over Tiffany. It was a huge mess that she didn't want to deal with at this current time. Annabelle was also fun to prank, but Astrid had a strict no-no on that one as well. Which didn't leave very many choices. When Astrid shows up she could as her.

"What are you planning, Tiff?" Speak of the devil Tiffany thought. She looked up at her friend. There was a devious smirk on her chest that made her very happy. It meant that Astrid was ready to plan a prank. "Nothing! I can't think of anyone decent to prank," Tiffany said shutting the notebook. They have practically pranked everyone and done every prank known to man. Coming up with a new one was going to be hard. Astrid took a spot near the windowsill just as Tiffany has done.

Then a thought came to her head. Freshman. It was always easy to prank the freshman. And they could do small simple things that won't cause too much damage. "Tiff, if you had the choice between someone you really like and someone you have sex with, who would you choose?" Tiffany raised and eyebrow up at Astrid. Where the hell did that question come from? she thought to herself. They didn't really have conversations like this, but Tiffany did have an answer. "Someone I like. The sex would be ten times better." she replied opening the trick not book back up. Now she had an idea of who she wanted to prank.

Some kid came over and gave Astrid a drink and it made her laugh. Astrid practically had the entire school wrapped around her tiny little finger. Except for Tiffany. They always had this mini battle of popularity. Neither of them will follow each other around like little lap dogs. But when they are together, they are force that shouldn't be reckoned with. "So, what's the plan, mi amiga?" her friend asked of her. "We prank all the new freshman. They won't see it coming and it is a great welcoming gift" she said with a smile. "I just don't know what the prank should be."





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Jeremiah's attention was still on the other girls. Lucy wasn't jealous, she just wanted to get out of the cafeteria. Of course not being rude, she was going to let Jeremiah talk to the girls as long as he wants. It was a trait that Lucy wish she didn't have. If she was a rude bitch like most everyone already thinks she is, then Jeremiah and her would have already left the cafeteria. A sigh escaped her lips and she looked down at the ground as they spoke. Just then a guy crashed into one of the girls. It was Quinn. Head of her house. They didn't talk much, but it isn't like they would want to talk to each other. They could barely talk to other people. But now there was one girl left that needed to be gone. Just then her phone vibrated. It was from Kyle. Which is strange since Lucy was just thinking about him.

He was inviting her to dinner with him and his brother, Robert. And where Robert goes, Annabelle follows. So it was a dinner of four. Two people, Lucy cared about and one that Lucy won't even give a second thought too. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Except for everything. She sighed and send a reply back. She wasn't going to reject them. They were the closet thing to a 'family' that she could get. She was going to go to this dinner.

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Dinner sounds good


The message sent and she pocketed the phone. Her entire day was booked up. Breakfast with Jeremiah. Lunch with Kian. Dinner with Kyle and Robert. Today she was miss popular. Wonder what Tiffany would have to day about that. she thought. She turned her head to look at Tiffany and saw that she was talking to Astrid. Her only friend. They were always plotting something. Many time Tiffany has tried pranking her, but it has ended badly for her. And now Lucy knows what their pranks look like. Turning her head back to Jeremiah she saw that he wasn't moving from his spot. And this other girl was going to continue talking to him. Just then she made eye contact with her other friend. Kian. Finally someone was coming to save her.

She stepped away from Jeremiah and started walking toward him. He was moving toward her as well and they eventually met in the middle. The automaton facade that she put up for the girls had gone away. Her bright green eyes had a bit of happiness and relief filled in it. Her thoughts were coming back in a random fashion and she didn't know how to handle her thoughts moving that fast. But she didn't let that show. She gave her friend a small smile. "Hey" she said simply. "We weren't supposed to meet until lunch," she joked.

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"Hi."


Riley turned her head and looked at the girl who just approached their table. Her 'hi' was more of an uncertain one kind of uncomfortable if you look at her facial features. Though could be just a cover up but Riley doubted it. Most people weren't like that. Oh well she hoped most people weren't like that. "Hey, I'm Riley but you can call me Riles. What's your name." It couldn't get any former than that. Riley even added in her breath taking smile which she prayed eased the tension at the table. The sound of a crash annd a grunt pulled her attention from the girl to the two people residing on the floor.Riley squinted trying to figure out who cashed into Alice. Someone she hasn't seen before. Which is a lot of people since Riley is an incoming Freshman.

Next thing you know he pops up mutters a sorry ad gone he is. "Um okay..? That was something. Are you okay Alice? Riley said concern plastered on her face as she watched her friend right her chair again. They are friend's right? Well Riley thought so so for henceforth Alice is her first Eltz Academy friend. Hooray. Riley moved Caramel off her lap not feeling her thigh anymore. 'Uh, just hold that thought, I'll be back in a moment. Get to know my pal Riley here, or something.' Riley rolled her eyes playful at the word pal. Such an old word. Alice get u and goes back over to the boy who knocked them both down.

Riley turned to Jeremiah and the Newcomer. "Hey do you guys know who that guy was?" Riley asked voicing her thoughts. It's not like she was going to hunt him down or anything but it's nice to know as many names as you can so things don't get awkward.That would be bad if you bumped into someone you saw everyday but never knew their name. Embarrassing. The Newcomer looks at her phone and off she goes. Riley pouted a little. She never got her name. She shrugged it off and gave her full attention t Jeremiah. There was a light pink tint to her cheeks and she breath out. "Well, i had plans to go into town with Alice but she's gone so do you want to go with me?" Riley asked.

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"I'm Quinn, and I'm fine."

Alice smiled her eyes narrowing. Liar. 'Hello Quinn.'

Some people don't like to reveal their pain, for so many reasons. They didn't want to appear weak, or did't want to burden others. And that's their right, Alice tried to remind herself. It's funny how small pain is eloquent. A paper cut will be complained about long and loud, but real pain is harder to express, yet requires fewer words.

If I were to pat him on the back I'm sure he'd be more expressive. Alice thought, a little spiteful in her exasperation, she'd already had a small taste of that pain felt like. For a moment she considered being courteous, respecting his right to privacy. Her power felt like a headstrong dog on a leash, tugging, whining, trying to get at what it desired, and she honestly tried thinking of a scenario in her head where she walked away.

Then she turned and leant against the wall next to him, crossing her arms over her chest. Proximity was heady enough without adding skin-contact to the equation; she kept her hands tucked away. Looking back towards her table where Riley was talking to Jermemiah and the other girl, rather then at Quinn, she said in a low voice, 'Funny, you Americans must have a different definition of 'fine'. I didn't think it tended to involve your level of pain.' Only then did she glance at him, eyebrows raised, to see his reaction.

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A smile fit to Kian's mouth when him and Lucy made eye contact, and his walk sped up slightly as she met him halfway. He saw relief fill her eyes, and though he wanted to hug her, he didn't. Lucy didn't like a lot of the things he did, but that what made them such good friends. He chuckled lightly at her comment, tilting his head towards the door to signal her to start towards it.

"I guess I missed you, kiddo," he said, slipping his hands into his pocket and smiling as he used one the many nicknames he rotated on Lucy. He continued to walk at a steady pace, not really sure where he was taking her. They ddi that often, just roamed and hung out, because the two could go hours with nothing on mind and both have a good time. Kian mentally gave himself a slap across the face when they took a turn in the hallway, everything going blurry for a second. Lucy didn't like alcohol, and he knew that, and she didn't like cigs either, and he hated the fact that he did it.

But now, having just drunken and smoked, he felt especially bad about it. People, unless they were close to him, could never tell he did either. He was always so happy, so friendly, and people associated smoking and drinking with bad people, so it was always a shock when someone realized he had an issue. Then again, most people didn't realize it. Take Lucy, as far as Kian knew, she had no idea about his struggle with both addicting substances.

Kian came to a pause as he realized they were at his room. To someone else, this might look strange, a boy taking a girl to his dorm, but Lucy knew Kian wasn't trying to get with her. They often hung out in his room, since he had an impressive coffee machine, music collection, and book shelf. One time they'd sat in their for the majority of a weekend, ripping through a few books and a few too many pounds of coffee beans, and it was awesome. "It's kind of a mess," Kian muttered, nodding for Lucy to enter and turning on the coffee machine. He put out his arms and Max, his cat, leaped into them, leaning into him and instantly purring. He turned and looked at Lucy.

"How've you been?"




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Quinn could see in the girls eyes that she was thinking, though about what, he couldn't tell. There was a certain glint to her eyes that told Quinn she was used to getting what she wanted, used to working things out no matter what it took. And it kind of scared him. He watched her, and when she spoke, his face stayed blank, however a single vein in his neck pulsed. His eyes slowly lifted from the ground to her eyes, looking to see her expression, but it didn't help with his confusion.

How did she know about his pain? And how much did she know? Did she know how he got it? How much it hurt? How his body was marred with traces of past injuries much worse? Without thinking, he grabbed her hand, pulling her quickly out to the hall with him, and around a corner to an empty dead end. He didn't say anything, pushing her softly against the wall in front of him, and putting an arm next to her head, hand against the wall, his face less than a foot away from hers as he looked her dead in the eye. "What do you know, and more importantly, what do you want?" He said, his voice it's usual emotionless, cold self.

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No emotion crossed his face. Then he grabbed her hand.

Alice wasn't prepared for that. Pain flared suddenly across her back as her powers flowed of their own accord. She stumbled slightly, as Quinn quickly led her from the hall, but was too distracted to resist, instead her mind frantically raced to cut off the transfer of pain and reinforce the necessary mental barriers.

She gritted her teeth when she found her back pressed against a wall. The pain had steadied once she'd regained control, no longer increasing but still present. It wasn't a complete transfer, his pain might have lessened but it certainly wouldn't be gone, instead they both carried some of it. Absently she hoped that a little pain was all she'd transferred, she was beginning to feel a little less charitable, and that Quinn's injuries were his own to bear.

She stared up at him, resentful that her breath was quick and her eyes still a little wide. His face was very close to hers; his eyes were cold and fixed upon her, his face expressionless. His arm rested on the wall by her head and she recalled his firm grip on her hand, the lean strength was more clear close up. Unwillingly, she drew a shuddering breath, and wished she could blame on just the pain.

This wasn't right. She was never vulnerable, not in a long time. Usually it was she who commanded a situation. Pain was a constant in her life, she didn't feel it the way other people did any more. It was her companion and her weapon. Only the ignorant and the foolish assumed to come against her since she'd learned to transfer pain away from herself.

"What do you know, and more importantly, what do you want?" Quinn demanded, interrupting her racing thoughts.

Alice glared up at him defiantly. She was angry; angry that he could scare her, angry that his closeness affected her. Straight answers would be sensible. But there weren't many who had ever accused her of such a virtue.

'Want?' she looked him up and down, her mouth set in a condescending sneer, trying not to let her eyes linger. She leant forward, reducing the distance between them even further. 'Sweetie, I don't want anything from you,' she bit out harshly.

'As for what I know? Well... I know a lot of things,' Alice smiled.

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The Russian had taken and scored over thirty shots before he noticed someone watching him. When he was on the field it was as if nothing else existed except him, the ball and the goal.

When Vas' eyes finally left the ball to see who was watching him he was in the middle of a shot and his accuracy suffered harshly. The ball after leaving his foot took a high arc and went wide of the goal. "Shit" he murmured under his breath as he jogged off the field and toward the bleacher where the ball had landed. As he approached the seat the man who had been watching him made his way over.

"Thats quite the leg you got their kid." Man said as he extended his hand.
"Thank you sir" Said Vas as he shook the man's hand firmly with a confused look on his face.
"Well look I don't want to take you way from your practice or anything but we're starting a youth soccer team in town, and I was wondering if you would stop by and show the kids a thing or two. They could learn a lot from someone as talented as you."
The man seemed sincere and slightly desperate
"I..I'd love too" A look of embarrassment on Vas' face was soon over taken by wide grin at the thought of being able to help kids pursue their passion for soccer.
"Great! thank you so much, We start practice today after the kids get out of school and we have it 3 times a week, hope to see you there!" The man walked away dialing a number into his cell phone to make a call as Vas finished collecting the ball which by now had rolled deep underneath the bleacher.

"Well at least i don't have to worry about finding something to do after class" He thought to himself still smiling.

The Russian had worked up quite the thirst during his work out and began to feel slightly dehydrated. So he made his way back inside in search of water and in the hopes of spreading his newly found good mood.

Soon after reentering the school Vas saw what he could only describe as an awkward situation. He noticed a girl was pinned against a wall by boy slightly shorten than himself and although they were close in face they didn't appear to be having a relationship moment, but then again Vas wasn't in the best position to judge so he simply decided to walk past the two with soccer ball in hand and continue on his way.

Once again Vassi found himself in the cafeteria only this time the sea of people was less dense and more people were seated with only and handful standing up. He immediately noticed someone he had seen from earlier, A girl in a red beanie with blonde hair, She seemed much more alive now then she had earlier in the day and he swore to himself that even saw her smile a little as she exited the cafeteria with a boy who was similar in height to himself. As she passed him they exchanged a smile and continued in their different directions.

He continued on his way to the vending machine with his track pants making a "swishing" noise with every step. when he finally reached the machine he stopped in front of it and starred at it with a puzzled look on his face. "Umm how do I get water out of this thing without breaking it" he pondered. It had been three years for him since he had used one of these and he wasn't quite sure what to do. As he looked around he noticed 5 people relatively near him, on one side it was the guy and the girl with the dog he walked past earlier this morning. They seemed to be enjoying each others company so he decide it was best not to bother them. On the other side of him were three girls one sitting by herself reading a book and the other two sitting by a window. Vas decided it would be these two he would ask for help not knowing any better.

"Excuse me could either of you ladies show me how to operate that machine over there" His Russian accent accidentally slipped through as he pointed to the vending machine with an embarrassed smile on his face his.

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Quinn smirked lightly when she drew in a breath, his face still right in front of hers. He could smell her, whatever it was she smelt like, and it smelt good. His eyes traced her features as they displayed a cruel sneer, too cruel to belong to such a beauty as herself. As she leaned forward, Quinn not willing to move, they were near inches away from each other, so close he could feel her breath.

And then she opened her mouth, her words forceful, cutting like any blade. He was shocked, slightly, but didn't show it. He was used to being sneered at. But it did scare him slightly.

What did she know? How did she know it? And did she know where it was from? He flexed his back, out of habit, and for a mere second his face was yet again stricken with a cringe of pain as a sharp sting phased him, and he immediately collapsed his back, falling slightly forward. He was now leaning his whole body on his arm, which was partially bent, and was only a few inches from Alice. His breath came quick and heavy as he slowly straightened, blanking his face slowly, but unable to clear the pain from his eyes.

"What... what do you know?"

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When Quinn fell forward Alice reactively placed a hand on his chest to steady him. She could feel the heat of him even through his sweater. Her lips were parted slightly in surprise and she had pressed herself against the wall but the gap between them was trifling. I am so fickle, she admonished herself; it was difficult to maintain her resolve and anger with him so close, especially when the expression of pain flitted across his face. Although Quinn quickly schooled his features back to impassiveness, it didn't reach his eyes, and he seemed genuinely distressed when he repeated his question to her.

'I... I know...'

His eyes were brown. Well, kind of hazel. It was a warm colour, flecked with yellow. This, apparently was what her brain decided to focus on when she had a guy leaning over her close enough to feel his breath on her skin, rather than formulating words or actions. That, and pulse of his pain calling to her powers. What had this guy done to himself? The pain was sharp and raw, and just like that she knew he must be bleeding.

And damn her own bleeding heart, but she eased her barriers down.

'I don't know what stupid sort of things you get up to to damage yourself like you have, but I know you're in pain and I know I can help.'

The pain spilled over and her breath hitched but Alice kept her faced composed as she absorbed the pain, felt it burn along her nerves, leaving Quinn enough so that he was still aware of his injuries and wouldn't aggravate them accidentally. It was only once she had cut the off transfer and finally pushed the pain into stasis, that she realized her hand had clenched on his sweater. She quickly loosened her grip and dropped her hand to her side

Sighing deeply with the sudden exhaustion that filled her, caused by holding the pain that was now her own at bay, Alice rested her head back against the wall with a lazy smile. 'We really ought to do something about that back of yours," she murmured, 'I feel like it's gonna need more than just a plaster.'

More like, half the supplies in the medical bag she had stuffed in the bottom of her luggage. The pain had felt like her entire back had been torn up. She could think of what might have caused it just from the pain. Had he been in a road accident and grated his back along bitumen? Or maybe he'd been attacked by some sort of animal? Alice glanced up at him from under her dark rimmed eyelids, watching the rise and fall of his chest as her eyes slowly tracked up to his face, still so close to hers.

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Kian knew, more or less, what Lucy's reply would be before she answered. It was always the same, but he continued to ask, hoping that one day she'd eventually have an answer somewhere along the lines of good. But until, this would do. Max snuggled into his chest, then caught sight of Lucy. He liked Lucy a lot, and the cat leaped from Kian's arms to the floor, walking to her. He slowly walked around her legs, purring loudly, causing a smile to erupt on Kian's lips, as he contemplated an answer to Lucy's question.

"I've been good," he said, pouring out two large cups of coffee. "Did I tell you about the new book I picked up two days ago?" Kian asked, making the coffee the way she liked it, and handing it to her. He hardly waited for an answer, only pausing long enough to take a few sips of the black coffee. "It's actually pretty cool." Kian sat down on the other side of his bed, leaning against the pillow, preparing for the long words he would soon say. This was the usual interactions between the two, Kian talking, telling a story, explaining something. Kian just talking about anything, and Lucy listening. And that was fine, Kian liked hanging out with her, but he knew they'd never become super close, because she'd never open up to him. But that was fine.

"It explains, in depth, the thought process of the man who created lie detectors..." And with that, he went on a near 20 minutes summary of the book.




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When Lucy's hand was placed on his chest, he shivered slightly at her touch, and reluctantly leaned in more. He opened his eyes back to their normal size, and from this close, Lucy's eyes were bright and large. Their eye contact only lasted a few seconds, but it was pretty strong. And distracting. He was brought back into focus when she spoke.

Her words confused him, but that didn't matter. He chuckled, bitterly, breathing heavy after her first words.

When the pain decreased, his eyes opened wide, catching Alice's face fall into a pit of pain, her breath hitching. Her hand was clutched onto the front of his sweater, but he was now able to stand straighter, but he kept his arm close to her. When she leaned her head back, his pain still highly evident in his body, but not nearly as bad as it had been, he put his right arm under her elbow, supporting her more. "I'll be fine," he said, watching her reactions closely. It was weird, being this close to someone he didn't know at all. But it wasn't bad. His breath calmed to an even pace, their eyes connecting again. "It's not that bad," he said, thinking that compared to a few of his past injuries, it was fine.

But even as he said that, he could feel the wet, bloody sweater now sticking to his back. He needed to change, soon, or else it might start to drip. He connected his eyes with her, letting her decide where to go.

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Quinn's face was was again serious and unrevealing, and his gaze was firm. "I'll be fine. It's not that bad,"

God, he's a stubborn one, Alice thought. But then stubbornness was a trait that she herself possessed no shortage of. Alice just smirked at his words, managing to stand a little straighter even framed by his arms as she was, "I appreciate the martyr complex of suffering in silence, Quinn, but 'not that bad' is a stubbed toe after you finish swearing. What ever is going on with you, it isn't that. If it's from a fight or something I just hope you made sure the other guy lost teeth." Animal attack, notwithstanding.

Alice didn't let her curiosity get the better of her, she'd already invaded his privacy as it was. Although invasion of personal space didn't seem to be an issue for him, she was not unhappy to note. Her powers made her wary of proximity, but she herself didn't really have a problem with it, especially with the current culprit. With the distraction of pain lessened, Alice was more aware of Quinn's presence. The warmth of his body, his supporting arm, his solid gaze. He really is rather easy on the eyes, she thought mildly even as her eyes flickered to his lips. Focus, Alice.

"Anyway," she breathed, recovering from her momentary lapse. "There's still some time before classes, I've always considered punctuality as overrated anyway, so I expect you to do something proper in the way of getting patched up." Then added, less commanding, "If you want my help, you have it."

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Kian watched Lucy. He understood her, probably not as well as he thought, but more than she thought he did. His eyes skimmed over her, over the emotions slightly evident in her face as she processed his words, searching for a reply. He watched her sip the coffee, her mind fluttering behind her eyes. He chuckled lightly at her words. Lucy didn't like talking about herself, he got that. But it's not like he did anything interesting in his life. Kian's mouth opened, words ready to come out, when Lucy's phone chimed.

Talking the opportunity, he slid his out to check the time. Fuck, he thought, realizing he was meant to be greeting freshmen. Then again, his mind was still buzzed and there was no way he should be around freshmen in this state. When Lucy placed her phone down, his attention returned to her.

"You can go if you need to," he said, his tone soft and friendly, not giving off whatever feelings he had. "I don't want to keep you."




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He smirked lightly when she mentioned it being from a fight, but said nothing. He often forgot other people weren't accustomed to pain from their father. Quinn's eyes followed Alice's and he saw hers flick to his lips, a mild blush heating his cheeks, that he quickly pushed down. Not the time, or the place.

He sighed at her final words, pausing for a few seconds to think. He needed to change, that was for sure. So to his room it was.

Still holding Alice's elbow, Quinn redirected her toward the direction of his room, then broke the physical contact between them. "You can help me wash my back. And put on like bandaids." He said, walking at a brisk pace and knowing she would follow. He remained silent for the rest of the walk, opening his door when they came to it. It wasn't messy, at all, considering he'd just gotten here. But his stuff was unpacked, and everything was in place. Quinn turned to Alice, as if to ask, 'how do we do this,' but instead, just took off his shirt. "Remember, you asked," he muttered, keeping his back away from her. But even on his front, there were countless scars, the biggest from when he'd had an operation to fix three ribs that had been shattered, but many others. Holding his sweater in his hand, he could feel the back damp with blood.

"It's bad." And with that, he turned around.

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Alice hadn't be sure Quinn would accept her offer of help, as closed-off and stubborn as he seemed to be, so she was surprised but not unhappy when he conceded. It wouldn't have sat well with her if he had strained his injuries more while trying to manage them simply because he had allowed pride to get in the way of assistance. As he set of briskly ahead of her Alice shook her head with a smirk and then quickly followed after.

He seemed to know his way around rather confidently and for the first time Alice realised he might not be a freshman. She hadn't really thought about it before. She mulled over her thoughts in silence since Quinn didn't seem like keeping up conversation. They soon arrived at his room anyway, and Alice glanced about the space curiously. From her experience, it was pretty tidy for a guy's room, but clearly inhabited as his belongings were already set out. She briefly considered the contrast with her own unpacked luggage and sparse room.

As her thoughts returned to the matter at hand, Alice shifted her weight from one foot to the other restlessly. She felt a little awkward just standing there, and when Quinn turned to face her she wasn't sure what she should be doing. He seemed to be managing the situation better however, and without further ado, proceeded to remove his shirt.

Under different circumstances Alice may have admired the view, but the situation didn't really lend itself to such things. Still, she couldn't help but observe the numerous pale scars that traced Quinn's torso. They put the few she had to shame. The largest lay across his ribs, it was surgically neat with the tell-tale pattern along its edges that indicated it had been sutured. Others were less neat; some were still pink, more recently acquired. No wonder he endured his currently injuries without complaint, it seemed that getting himself hurt was not an uncommon occurrence.

"Remember, you asked."

Alice was beginning to wonder exactly what it was she'd gotten herself into. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she tried not to jump to conclusions. She noticed the smears of red on his hands where he'd handled his shirt.

"It's bad," he said, then turned to show his back.

'It's bad.' No kidding! Alice hissed in a sharp breath through her teeth and breathed out a colourful four-letter word. Despite her experiences, her bedside manner was somewhat lacking. Multiple gashes cross-crossed the flesh of his back, the skin around them was swollen, red and angry. Many of the wounds themselves had started to scab over only to have broken open again; his back was wet with blood.

It was one thing to know he was injured, and even feel that pain, but the sight of it was something else entirely. She took an unconscious step forward her hands clenching into fists and opening again with anxious energy. This was wrong. She knew what gravel rash looked like, and the pattern of a dog claws, or even barbed wired scratches. This wasn't any of those. Her mind buzzed rapidly grabbing at thoughts as quickly as it rejected them. If someone had done this to him, she'd kill them. If Quinn had done it to himself, she fix him up, then she'd kill him. Alice's head felt light yet she still had the sudden craving for a cigarette. No, smoking was bad, she wanted alcohol. Yes, alcohol. And cotton swabs. And plasters... She muttered another four-letter word that would have earned her a dirty look from her mother if she'd said it in front of her little brother.

"Where-" Alice's voice cracked and she cleared her throat. Her words came more clear, authoritative, and carrying an undertone of quiet anger. "Where's your medical stuff, Quinn?" Please, for the love of god, don't need sutures.