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Emilia Dolan

An eighteen-year old girl who is known for keeping to herself, unless proven otherwise; but once acquaintanced with her, she will show more than what her exterior holds.

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a character in “Illusions”, as played by Psicodelic

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| Eighteen. | Female. | Homosexual. |






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Emilia has been known for her dark-brown hair, almost similar to chocolate, if one were to speak metaphorically. It is generally kept in a braid, if she is not asleep or going to a formal outing. The braid is generally tied with a blatantly-colored white ribbon, hanging loosely in a bow form—it has an entirety of a back story, as it is the reason she wears it so commonly. Her bangs are usually swept in some direction, whether it to be the left or right, generally a random selection for the starting of her day. Emilia has dark-brown eyes, a seemingly lovely contrast to her hair and olive-colored skin, although they are usually enhanced with her usage a make-up, a favoritism she finds she shares with many other girls. Her mother had lacked the understanding or knowing of why the many women or girls favor make-up, thus she and Emilia had ended up getting into minimal feuds over her consistent wearing of it. Emilia is found to be wearing black gauges most of the time, but she stills hasn't an idea of why she had gotten such a mutilation done to her ears. Her build is tall, her height ranging at an approximation of five feet and ten inches, and she has an average weight for a girl of her age, although she discovers herself to be mildly skinny and wishes to gain more. Emilia's clothing style is consistent of sweaters, leggings, and brown boots she favors, even among summer, although it is not common for her to go out in public. She has a tendency to be reversed to her home. If it is to be a warm day where she cannot wear her sweaters or leggings, it is generally a variety of shorts and tank-tops.






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Emilia is a Whisperer. Being a Whisperer is the allowance for her to place thoughts or ideas into another's head. It has a similarity to telepathy, although it may vary in the strength of the output of thought, for it has sometimes failed to work, but she believes it is due to only being her third year of training the new-found ability. Her discovery of the ability had been a mere discussion with her father, a practical game she used to play in her young years of age, where he would act as the guest and she'd be the magician. It'd vary in a range of games, whether it be the act of telepathy or invisibility to another object. Emilia had excelled in the telepathy-based game, although her ability became more varying as she grew with age. Her father had always known of her ability, thus why he'd play the game with her, but after an incident had occurred, it had faded; until she learned of it.






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Emilia is an outgoing character—once one gets to know her, as she tends to keep to herself unless proven otherwise, whether it be in a worthy debate or a topic she finds interesting. Her personality is an odd depiction, as on occasion she tends to be the girl fulfilling herself with laughter, one who you could imagine grew up surrounded by the flamboyant hues of pink and unicorn stickers—but yet other times she becomes depressed, a lonesome feeling overcomes her, and she gains this doubt from others if they should speak to her or not. One might consider that as a disorder, otherwise known as bipolarity, but Emilia merely says its her own conscience battling some thing inside of her head. One might take that as a psychopath's response to their intention of normalcy. Emilia is an outdoors-guru, for she had grown up in a rural area, where she found cows and horses to be more of close friends rather than the one at the minimally-privileged schoolhouse she had attended. The birds would sing songs of beauteous, yet foreign lyrics, to her waking ears, and that is what encouraged her to gain an artistic side. The birds she found in the woods that occupied most of her backyard were on such a wondrous display, as she would sit in a small chair on the back, cement porch, doodling and sketching any bird that she were to find, flightless or in flight near her own self. Emilia now takes resident in a small apartment, far away from any forms of a rural sighting, as she is caught in the midst of a rising age of technology, the time where people discover rural areas to be bland and lacking any form of electronic devices. The city she occupies will never be in her favor, but it was all due to a reserved past, hidden beneath her exterior.





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Emilia had grown in a small, rural town, where barns were common and on occasion a passerby would see a freckle of black and white, otherwise known as the standardized cow which seemed to have represented the most of a rural area. The town square was at least a mile away from where she had been born and raised, thus resulting in the dealings of creating their own food, due to the mayor not bothering with any grocery stores near the lonesome houses. The house she grew up in was a two-story, white-walled, paint-chipped mess, but she loved it, all due to the fact that the woods were such a close companion to her home. When growing up, she had a rather lovely childhood, filled with friends and cooking with her mother, along with the magician games her father created every other week; games to feed her growing imagination. Eventually, as she grew older, she lost interest in the time of where her father and she were to sit out on a wooden table, circled by chairs, and they would converse and giggle. They just lost interest when her mother died, due to cancer. It was a hard time, especially for a girl who was still considered young—a twelve-year old having to deal with such a stressful objective, when she had been so close to the amazing woman filled with splendor and a smile which could warm cold hearts. Yet, now she were to be underneath the ground, her corpse rotting. Emilia would have countless dreams, at the first year of her death, imagining her mother alive, yet the scene would consecutively have a loop effect to it; her mother's final days and words in the hospital.

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And then she died; a distraught father and daughter, all alone, without the baker, the cooker, and the wondrous woman who fulfilled their dull lives. A time where through storms and many other tedious tasks filled with hardships, she was there to support a broken family—but now she wasn't, and that was what truly had broken Emilia's heart. She may consider herself sensitive, or emotional, or some might say that she had been overreacting, which may be fact to her own self, but rather than speak of it, she keeps her mouth shut. After her mother's death, she and her father moved to the city, where only then had he presented Emilia with the ribbon from her own mother. She had worn it as a child, and Emilia would do the same, but for a longer time, as even when eighteen, it was still clamped around the braid tightly. Eventually, things started unraveling. The telling of her gift, the usage of it among her father—just for the purpose of practice, and then her life was still this dull, little thing that she shan't compare to anyone's else. Her father moved on, she moved on, and they had just moved from the home as well; she believes it was for the purpose of running away from memories, which they'd like to do frequently. Except for the ribbon, for that was a reminder she'd enjoy the presence of for many years to follow.

So begins...

Emilia Dolan's Story

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Alexis Rose

I stood in the corner of a large room, looking out at all of the others. They were all people like me, people with abilities that no humans should have. Well, that's why they call us freaks, I guess.

Nervously, I tugged on the sleeves of my jacket, a little uncomfortable being close to a bunch of other people. I was just lucky none had gotten close enough to touch me, not that they'd want to get close if their abilities were anything like my own.
I avoided looking directly at anyone's eyes because it seemed that sometimes I could hear thoughts that way without having to touch them, and that just made things more difficult. Avoid physical touch, avoid the eyes. Yeah... Was this really Arzura? I'd thought that once I got here, I'd feel safe and wouldn't have to be so careful, but now that I'm here, surrounded by others like me, it just felt... Really uncomfortable to me.

I scanned the room again. It was large and elegant looking, with simple but nice furnishings... A nice chair here and there, a couch, a coffee table, all set in a simple arrangement along the walls, though only a few people were making use of them. Really not the kind of room a lower middle class kid was used to.

We were supposed to be welcomed by the owner, at least that's what that woman who found me staring at the place and led me here had told me, but he hadn't shown up at all yet. I was starting to wonder if this was all some kind of trap that had been set up for us. Some hoax to gather together all of the idiot freaks who would believe it. Yeah, they'd catch us all in one go, and then take us all to the government "camps" where you'd never be seen or heard from again. Arzura? A place where they were safe from the government tracers? It was almost laughable to think about. Almost.

I shook my head, clearing away my thoughts. Even if this was a trap, it's not like I could run away from it now. Besides, I was getting tired of running. Whatever happens, happens, I guess.

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Emilia hadn't wanted to be in the rather formal area, for she had an output of her own sense of mind when coming to public, crowded spaces. The uncomfortable itch upon her back had created a sense of someone watching her, or just the plain feeling of claustrophobia overcoming her senses, as she had been used to the open area of her small house most of the time. Many of the people hadn't bothered speaking, a silence which Emilia had found blissful, or else she may have had to partake in the boisterous conversation as well. She folded her arms over her chest, an awkward sensation descending upon herself, surrounded by two others who clearly seemed to be in their own thoughts, for they were staring among the place, gazing at the walls, or the tiled floors. Emilia felt like it were to be wrong to be in the compact area, for she knew of how group meetings resolved themselves in most cinematic films, whether it be that their is a mass murderer among the people, or they end up becoming captured. Their is never a calm and quaint ending to such an unexpected meeting.

The many people were becoming uneasy, shifting their weight from their left foot to their right, or just attempting to find comfort in the itchy fabric of the seats. Their was a ginger-haired girl who had the decency to approach a differing female, who clearly seemed too perky, for she had an excitement about her that Emilia could never maintain. Her life was consistent of boredom and solitude, but she found it be a life fulfilled to what she had expected it to be. She did not want a life filled with the nonchalant gazing out of a window, staring at a setting or rising sun. Emilia wanted the life of a normal civilian, filled with a graying sense of atmosphere, rather than one of such a colorful lifestyle. It was obvious, as Emilia had gotten out of her transfix, that something had gone wrong, whether it be a wrong address or just the rather unwary people who weren't expecting agents of government superficiality to come and take all of them, just for the purpose of being their toys. The toys with the talents of such an oddity. Emilia was partaking in the restlessness of the group, for she hadn't an idea of what the many people were to be expectant of, all she knew is that some male were to come along and supposedly speak with them on either formal or informal terms. Yet, their was no male, no speaking going on other than the singular girl who had decided to move from her previous position. Emilia wanted to run, but even if she had the ability to, one might question if she was either mad in the head or just disgusted with the room, both which she found quite wondrous for one to call her. She clenched her fists, for if they were to become the toys of the government, which was more of a supposed objective as time passed hesitantly, she would enjoy putting up a fight, for her stubborn nature wasn't an easy characteristic.

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Ian Humphrey

A large yet quaint room, with nothing but a few couches and chairs and a handful of people. That’s where Ian’s future would be decided from here on out. Too eager to sit, Ian paced the room. For what exactly? Not even he was sure. Eager to discover what his abilities can actually do? Eager to run away at first moment’s notice? Eager to find out where exactly he was and why he was here? Not too sure, but Ian was eager all the same.

The room Ian paced around was filled with boys and girls alike. He’d taken the time to analyze each one of them. One girl looked impatient. Another looked as though she’d burst through her shell at any minute. They all looked different, but at the same time, they were all the same. They had to be, otherwise they wouldn’t all be in the same room, waiting for the same guy to speak the same words to all of them. They wouldn’t all be in the room waiting for knowledge on all the same questions. What’s wrong with me? Why am I here? What is this place? Can you help me? Why are their troopers dropping people on your doorsteps? Why did I want to come here? Did I want to come here? What the hell is going on? All questions that Ian was positive was going through the minds of each one in the room.

Ian fidgeted with his nails as he continued to pace the room. He mumbled incoherent things and thoughts under his breath. Others probably thought he was crazy. I’m no crazier than you are. Ian thought. Surely there was someone in the room who was trying to get inside his mind right now. He made sure to keep his eyes set on the ground or on his hands or feet. He didn’t want anybody getting through to him. He wanted to be invisible. It’s not difficult to be invisible when everyone you touch goes blind. But Ian wanted the world to be invisible to him, not the other way around. I’m no crazier than you are. I’m no crazier than you are. I’m no crazier than you are. Ian’s mind was flustered but he didn’t know what to do anymore. This was his last resort. Well, not his last resort. But most certainly he preferred to be tested on than the alternative.


Carter Denz

“Get off me, man! Get the hell off. Don’t freaking touch me!” Carter pushed away a big guy who kept trying to grab at him. A door swung open and Carter was flung into the room. “Hey, I heard that you twat!” Carter yelled out at a wild thought the big guy was thinking as he pushed Carter into a small room. He looked around and saw a group of kids, around his age, all looking dazed and confused about life and whatever was next. Everyone looked terrified, like they had just watched someone be brutally murdered right in front of them. It scared Carter. But instead of showing fear, he sighed and pulled the bottom of his shirt down, straightening himself out.

Carter could see a girl trying to interact with another, some guy wandering around the room looking blitzed out of his mind and another girl who’s eyes darted across the room, not landing on anything specific for too long. He was weirded out. He wanted to be out of the room immediately but if there were any more guys like the one who shoved him into this room, he knew he’d have no chance of escaping. What is this place anyway? Are these the feds? Are they going to kill us off or what? Carter’s mind wandered, but this wasn’t the place for that. Carter knew very well that at least one of these people if not all, have the same ability as him and could probably read his mind just by looking at him. Carter had to be extra tentative. This was certainly not the place to think a bad thought about anyone.

Looking around the room frightened Carter. He didn’t know who it was safe to look at, or whether it were safe to look at anyone. His eyes stopped on a girl, sitting by herself far from the other. She just watched people. Maybe she had the same ability as Carter, maybe not. He smirked though. She was kind of cute. Carter figured, if he’s going to be there, he’s might as well make some friends. Or at least he’d try to. He walked towards her, slowly, and took the seat next to her. He put his hands on his knees and hummed a few notes while patting on his knees before turning to her, smiling and putting his hand out, “Hi. I’m Carter.” Carter just watched the girl, waiting, trying hard not to focus on her in a way that would cause him to break into her mind. He looked down at his hand. “Right, well, this probably isn’t a good idea.” He chuckled nervously while placing his hand back on his knees.

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Emilia discovered a new-found male to be approaching her, and she had almost rolled her eyes; not out of the inner immaturity of a child, but because she had to partake in conversation. He had created quite a scenic entrance, while being pushed and shoved by one of the many unknown employees, but Emilia had an idea that they were all just amid the ploy that was awaiting to take place. It was just a moment of waiting, for none could do any other than just that—except for talking, which Emilia was going to have to attend with now. She attempted to look oblivious to his arrival, where he had attempted to gesture a hand-shake, but clearly had forgotten any form of ability he had held, so then he went with a greeting with simplicity, and now Emilia was up to the task for talking. It was not a fear of speaking, the fear of saying the incorrect thing; or even just meeting someone, but it was rather a disliking, created by a childhood which was far from an utopia. Emilia gives the blame to her mother's death, having once been a child of liveliness, living in the flamboyant colors of bright pinks and neon oranges, along with frilly skirts and pigtails among her hair. After she had died, it left her in this lonesome opportunity, whether it be to rebel or shamble along with their lives, forgetting her presence and moving on. Along with attempting to forget her mother, she had left any forms of a decent personality at her old home. Depressed was just a minimal statement to what Emilia has conflicted herself with over the past many years.

"Hi," she said, glaring down at her feet, for the timid statement of a greeting was clearly not enough to suit his needs. Obviously, she would have to go into detail about her entire past, at least until someone or something were to interrupt such a tedious conversation; she believed it were to become tedious, unless she proved to be a bore for him. That was a skill Emilia exceeded in; losing people. It shan't be as bad as others make of it, complaining and whining, the others having discovered her to be lonely, drinking coffee alone, singing alone. It was all just her way of living, whether it be an oddity to another's eyes, she hadn't cared, at least, that is what she told herself. Friends weren't her thing, and hopefully, they never shall be, "Ah. Well. My name is Emilia. Yours is?"

Emilia wanted to palm her forehead, perhaps smack herself, yet, those were all the internal feelings of a girl—not a woman. The feelings of a girl who was entering her first grades of high-school, still attempting to fit in, right herself out, and actually become something decent to a hellish society. How she had spoken to him was honestly horrendous, for he must be questioning how wrong she is mentally. He could easily conclude she were not to be a girl to even be spoken to, and so, she was prepared to face the look of disgust that crossed his expression. I honestly wish I had brought some pen and paper. Then I could write all of these meaningless thoughts down. It was a hobby of Emilia to yell at her own self, for she discovered perfection to be something of her own nature. Perfectionism was just another trait that had created her to be the opposite of a goal she shall never succeed in her own lifetime; normalcy, for to achieve normalcy would be the very few steps of a descent into insanity.

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Carter Denz

Carter chuckled, “Like I said, I’m Carter.” He looked around and squinted his eyes, before closing them and rubbing them. “So what do you do?” He wasn’t asking for the sheer curiosity. Carter knew that if he’d want to make things work in his favor, he’d have to figure what everyone’s ability was.

Carter was nervous. He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen. A room full of ability-willed teens, who don’t know how to control their abilities. A camp that no one has heard of until now, a camp that could very well be scheme to get everyone here to run tests and god knows what else on them. He knew that coming here would be better than staying at home but now with everyone in this empty room he was afraid that this has all been a mistake.

“Does anyone know what’s going on?”
Carter looked the Emilia, then around the room again. He wasn’t talking to anyone specifically but if anyone wanted to answer he wouldn’t be opposed.

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The straws of minimal hope had been lost to the depths of her mind, for she had to include herself into speaking. Once more; a hobby she could not overcome with ease. He was a stranger, wanting conversation with her, the lonesome girl who has stuck herself in the corner for the purposes of having been avoided, a plan which had gone unsuccessful. Her eyes were over his shoulder, staring at the grand, mahogany doors, with golden handles and a lion bust intricately carved, sitting plainly next to it. Emilia had been tensing herself, awaiting for someone to come barreling through the doors, shouting and screaming, arming themselves with guns or their own fists. One might have a disadvantage when fighting government officials, for they had the likeliness of being trained in fighting, while they didn't—Emilia needed to calm herself. Her thoughts were a spiraling madness, induced by fear which she happened to hide with a mask, a mask of plainness and blandness, a face which she could mimic ever so easily.

"I am a Whisperer. I put thoughts into people's heads." He could be her friend, but she shan't accept that, couldn't accept happiness or laughter, or even friendship. Emilia had lived her life, shrouded with people converted into normalcy and all these beliefs and politics and faithful recommendations. She was not like them, for they hadn't the capability of such odd abilities. But, here she was, in a room full of them. Emilia could make friends, or she could just let someone peer through her mask, figure out what makes her tick, or just to take a glimpse of her past self; of what she had been before her mother had passed.

Their was a thing called emotions, which she ever so disliked, for if she were to prove herself to be happy and laughing, that would clearly be a disappointment to her own self, for she was being happy without her mother. Carter spoke again, a question, something that none could answer, but Emilia had an opinionated answer.

"I haven't an idea, but I have a rather quaint feeling about this area, whether it be a trap or just some disguised joke—it just doesn't seem right." Emilia stated blatantly, before settling herself in a chair, finding little comfort in the plush pillows that overcrowded the seat, and the cloth fabric which was clearly sewn improperly. The stitching was overlapping in some certain places, while other pieces of fabric hung out, swinging in any breath or breeze. For being such a formal place, they didn't have the greatest furniture.

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I noted the shorter girl's movements, tone, expressions as she replied to everything I'd said, thinking her kind of amusing. She seems like someone I could possibly get along with.

”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.”

I smiled, feeling a little bit more relaxed than I had earlier, "Norrie, then."

As she shifted her weight, Norrie asked, ”What do you think about all this?” And the relaxed feeling faded.

"I think it's strange, like maybe I shouldn't have come. Though, that's probably just my nerves talking." I sighed, taking a hand out of my pocket to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, "But really, I hate not knowing what's going on..." I almost laughed. I've always hated not knowing things, yet I refused to purposefully listen in on someone's thoughts. A clash of interests there, huh?

Just about that time, a door opened on the other end of the room, and for some reason, my attention was drawn to whoever was stepping through it. A man who appeared older than the rest of us, though I couldn't really place an age (maybe in his mid-thirties or something?), stepped through. His expression, posture, and well, everything about him appeared relaxed, unaffected by the prospect of walking into a room filled with a bunch of freaks. It kind of made me uneasy seeing just how perfectly composed he was. Then I noticed that I wasn't the only one who felt it, because the room was suddenly quiet.

He walked to the center of the far wall before stopping and glancing around the room at a leisurely pace. It was like he was making sure he made eye contact with every kid in the room, me included, because before I could look away, our eyes met. I went rigid, feeling a slight tingle at the base of my skull. My breath caught and my eyes widened. I'd heard thoughts, but had never slipped into someone's memories without touching them before, and the tingles were the sign that I was about to be swept up in this guy's memory lane... But nothing happened. As soon as his eyes moved on, away from mine, the tingles stopped, and I was beyond confused.

"Wha... What just happened?" I breathed out, more uncomfortable than when I first walked into this place. I took both hand out of my pockets and crossed my arms and picking at the fabric of my jacket.

When the man had done a full sweep of the room, a small but welcoming smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, fluctuating in a way that matched his relaxed appearance. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."

That's comforting. I really wasn't sure what to think, but then again, the two I'd been traveling with had been different from me... I glanced at Pamella, wondering what she could do.

"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." He started to pace, putting one arm behind his back and motioning with the other as he talked. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."

He stopped pacing. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."

What was with this guy's short way of talking? It was a little bit annoying to me, but also somehow intimidating. I guess it was because of how nonchalant his voice was that it unnerved me. Did he think we were all idiots? My stomach flipped as he talked. How could we NOT be afraid of them?

He was silent for a moment, as if he were letting whatever he'd said sink in before continuing.

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The boy did not answer right away. It was almost as if he were stalling, waiting for an interruption to occur. And so it did, coming in the form of a man who seemed calm and relaxed as he entered the room. He ambled into the crowd of freaks with a gait that spoke reassurance and gave a placating aura. He contrasted with the overall mood of the room which was one of apprehension and unease. His ease was superior to even the façade that Jessica had spent years fine tuning. It was as if this older man was oblivious and, rather than would not, could not see the fearful looks he was getting from his crowd.

But at the same time he was carrying the burden of a powerful responsibility that weighed down upon his shoulders. This was much like the others in the room, encumbered by the abilities that they all had. Rather than being “powers” they were more of curses put upon each of them. Contrary, however, to his younger peers, the man seemed to have not quite given up yet. The invisible weight was still upon his shoulders but it was as if he had learned to lift it in the proper way.

He gave off an intimidating feel the way a teacher would when berating a child. Instinctively the room seemed to cower before the power the man possessed as if they were being harshly excoriated simply by his presence. He felt familiar yet unknown. Intimate yet inscrutable. It was odd how enticing his presence was. How Jessica, if she let herself, could become relaxed. But she had to be alert. There was definitely an intimidating presence around him.

He met eyes with each and every one of the many people in the room and the tingling at the nape of her neck began, signaling that he was somehow using his powers on her. Jessica stiffened losing her cool composure in that terrifying moment. She took a sharp intake of a breath and the world seemed to spin at the same speed her mind was whirling with all the horrors he could be pressing upon her. But in a split second it was gone and he broke the contact with her widened orbs to move on to yet another pair of eyes.

Jessica let her breath out with a sigh and then took several deep inhales and exhales in order to steady her rapidly beating heart and wild pulse. She then attempted to look as if she had not been afflicted by the encounter of the eyes. It had been a fierce intense battle and she had lost, unable to shut him out or do much of anything.

The blonde finally had a description for the man. Queer. Strange. Intense. Three simple words that held neither a negative connotation, nor a positive one. Though the former two could be taken as an insult, Jessica simply intended to name the man’s main attributes that stood out to her at first glance.

After he had made sure that all attention was focused towards him he smiled. It was as smooth and easy as his entrance had been but it still seemed, not forced, but as if another was controlling his facial expressions. Jessica supposed this was his idea of a welcoming grin.

When he at last spoke, the girl found that the pitch made contact with her ears in a rather nice way, for his tone was soft spoken but powerful, managing to reach every ear in the room in which his audience stood in. It was loud enough to echo, Jessica noted, and quiet enough that he didn’t come off as overbearing.

I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others. To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not...

As he spoke, he began to pace gesturing slightly with one hand while putting the other behind his back, giving the appearance of a well-educated professor. Indeed the man was knowledgeable on the subject and Jessica couldn’t help wonder if he had studied it before or conducted experiments. It did seem odd that his title was that of a Doctor and that he knew so much about the subject. Putting these two pieces of evidence together, it seemed quite plausible that he had, perhaps in that past, been involved in studies connected to these special abilities.

Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories.

Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories.’ So she was a Listener. She almost wanted to laugh for joy that she was not insane or to try the title aloud tasting it on her tongue. But she did not, for fear of breaking the intent silence that was no longer awkward but instead eager and curious.

Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them. That means if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them.

At the last sentence, Jessica audibly snorted. How was it possible to not live in fear? She would love to see the day when she wasn’t conscious of coming in physical contact with others, didn’t mind eye contact, and even embraced her power. Though she usually cleverly concealed her emotions, this time around she allowed the disbelief to show upon her face. And here she had actually begun to believe in, even respect this “Doctor.”

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Emilia shifted, the chair underneath her creaking with age, worn, although the exterior proved otherwise. She discovered Carter to have suddenly left without haste, and she had almost sighed with reassurance, if it weren't for the fact that she had the decency to not expose her conscience thoughts. Her thoughts were immersed in judgmental statements and rudeness. How peevish of her. Emilia stared to her right, clearly not wanting to occupy her time with the sudden arrival of a loud-talking doctor, claiming to be a man with the name of Mason, and an oration had followed. The ideal source of powers were to come form the knowledge of courage, rather than fear; it was all too obvious, but she hadn't the time to accept courage, for she was too busy fearing a reality which may overcome her senses. Punish her for being the unwary, ignorant fool she always liked to hide in the shadowed depths of her mind. Carter didn't seem very fearful, for he were to be the one wanting to leave, although having the persistence to force his way through a murmuring, uneasy crowd, to only get shoved back into the masses of people. She envied his courage, wishing that she shan't be the one to hide in a shell, cornering herself in the very own chair she sat among—scratchy and itchy, deprived of comfort and a mere torture to her skin. Perhaps the torture was necessary, for she were to be the one torturing others via verbal confrontation.

Enough with the low-life thoughts. Depression tends to overcome her at times where she happens to lose any interest in anything, such as a time of this man entering the room, the time where boys are not bothering her, and itchy chairs itch her no more. It is the blank state of mind, where she is able to brood and think, to remember how stupid and hilariously pitiful she is. Rather than continue her madness, she stands upright, although her posture quickly retreats to the slouching, arm-crossed position. A posture she tends to favor. The posture lacking confidence, while others show their pride, through grim faces and watchful eyes, they stand tall, they stand at a full height, and Emilia is the one who is surrounded by the giants with proper egos, while her own recedes to an improper demeanor she has forever gained. Due respect to the death of her mother, and the leaving of her childhood home; where most memories were born and flourished, until becoming a monochromatic loop of horror when things spiraled in a consecutive turmoil.

One normal being who weren't to spend their days, typing away at keys or scrawling their own thoughts in journals may call that losing their own mind, but she likes to call it the void of blankness. It has a better name— menacing and showing weakness in all of the sides, for losing their minds gains a respect from others, where others come to comfort you and say everything is alright. The void of blankness just allows one to get lost, such as Emilia has, and others cannot comfort the being. They watch them break apart, a shattering china vase or the mere silence of tears streaming down one's face. It is enough to know that the being has been broken, and cannot be repaired with tape nor love.

I really do wish I had brought my pen and paper.

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(OOC: alright, I'm just gonna post to get things moving a bit. I know it's not the best post, but, hey. catch up when you can)

After hearing the Mason guy respond, I knew I needed to stay. Everything he said dropped heavily onto my mind. Just I as was beginning to sink into my own thoughts, I was jolted back to reality by a now-familiar voice:

"Dr. Mason Sir, I-... I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!"

The spontaneously excited outburst caused all my negative thoughts, well, in fact all thoughts I had to disappear as I stared, shocked and dumbfounded at the girl whose company I'd come to enjoy. I watched Norrie fold her hands in front of her with a cough at the hanging silence.

"Sorry if I spoke out of turn, Sir."

My eyes went back to Mason. An amused and somewhat lopsided smile seemed to change this man's appearance, along with the feel he gave off. The small chuckle that escaped him changed the image even more. Where did the curt, bored and intimidating guy go?

Without thinking, I stepped closer to Norrie, placing my right hand onto her left shoulder, feeling a little confused. I must be overanalyzing him...

Dr. Mason shook his head and brought his hands up in a light shrug, that new appearance of his sticking. A fleeting thougt came to me that he might have multiple personalities... No... The same dangerous feeling was still there, muted, but present.

"Out of turn? I'm not that formal of a guy." His voice was pleasant compared to his previously dull and curt tone, causing me to tilt my head a bit at the change. "I'm glad you're eager to learn. Not fearing your power just means you're one step ahead. There's plenty more to take, yet."

The tension in the room has faded to a dull buzz rather than a crackling roar. Was this the same guy who infused the very tension he was now defusing?

I watched, kindly captivated by the strangeness of it all as Mason knitted his fingers together and stretched his arms out in front of him, knuckles cracking in the process. He looked around at everyone as he relaxed his hands into his pockets, his smile relaxing as well.

"Well, if you're staying, I guess that means I'll have to give you a room, huh?"

My hand slid down from Norrie's shoulder quickly, in a panic as I felt a prickle and a pull at the back of my mind. The feeling disappeared, and I sighed with relief. That was close. Way too close. I didn't want to get pulled into a tidal wave of memories right now. I didn't know if I pulled away fast enough to not listen in on my friend's thoughts. I could never notice if that particular link was made, but I would know soon enough. Either I'd hear her or I wouldn't, and I was hoping for the latter.

"Grab another person to room with, girls with girls, guys with guys, and I'll give you each a room key. For now, feel free to explore and hand out. The information about how this place works will be on your beds."

Without saying anything else, he left through the door he'd come in by. A few people at a time started to follow him out, and soon, everyone who stayed had a key. The place was amazing. Definitely not as strange as the room we'd been in only moments before, though it was still a little out of the ordinary from my point of view. Big and amazing. Honestly, I would probably need a map. "A map would be good..."

Some people decided to go exploring right off the bat, while others headed for their rooms on the second and third floors.

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