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Pamella Norway

"I like to be a free spirit. Some don't like that, but that's the way I am."

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a character in “Illusions”, as played by UtaUsagi

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Full Name: Pamella Norway
Nickname: Norrie, Pam
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: ?Straight?
Ability: Eraser- Has the ability to erase a person's memories. Usually they can only erase themselves from someone else's mind, but if they are very strong or talented, can do much more. It's an ability that can be hard to control.



Personality:
Pamella is definitely a spontaneous, optimistic individual. She has very strong inter-personal skills, and finds herself in the role of the peacemaker frequently. Since she makes decisions by using her personal values, she is usually very sympathetic and concerned for other people's well-being. She's usually quite generous and warm. As well as very observant about other people, and seem to sense what is wrong with someone before others might, responding warmly with a solution to a practical need. She might not be the best advice-giver in the world, because of her dislike to theory and future-planning, but she's great for giving practical care.




History:
Growing up for Pamella was the hardest since she was so out-going. Always the girl to rush up to people and say hello, get to know them and love them. Every once in a while she'd meet new people who the next day couldn't even remember her face. It discouraged her as a kid but her parents told her not to worry about it, it's natural. Then she hit puberty, and friends she'd known since elementary suddenly forgot her the next day after a heated argument and no matter how much she pleaded and told them she was sorry, they ignored her. People called her a weirdo, a freak. She would go home crying to her parents and they would reassure her. What was wrong with her? At least she had her parents right? At least they loved her and understood her....but just like all the rest, they too forgot. She came home one day only to be kicked out and told to go to her real home. She burst into tears, this couldn't be happening. Not her parents!

Everything after that was a blur, she remembers hearing some old, homeless people talk about Arzura. A man with a red beanie told them that's where he was going, a place for people with special talents. He was like her, an Eraser is what he called it. He took her under his wing, taking the train and telling her his stories. And when they were so close to their destination, he was murdered. She had gone to the bathroom and peeked into the train car to see it empty, two large men, a familiar dead body. She ran for it and jump off the train into a bush. Getting to Arzura was tough after that, she still can't believe she made it.

Extra:
-She loves nature, making people laugh, and unique people.
-Sonic
-Pictures and taking pictures
-Indian clothing
-Warm clothing
-Red beanies

So begins...

Pamella Norway'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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Pamella flung her snow boots off and wiggled her toes, sniffing in the mixture of everyones scents muddled into one. She giggled, not the best of smells. Clicking her ankles together, she fidgeted with her fingers and buried her face into her scarf, peeking over it and admiring the new faces. Across from her on another crouch were two Asian males. The blonde cuddled the older mans arm, pouting. The darker one stared off into space, obviously uncomfortable and peeved. She perked up, smiling with a slight bite of her bottom lip. A little ways to her right stood a girl with brunette hair straight and lively as a tree trunk. Norrie wiggled her fingers, she couldn't help it. She popped her chest out and started running her own fingers through her tangly, ginger hair rather quickly. Casting her eyes downward left. Every few seconds she'd steal a quick glance of the girl. Every inch of Pam began to inch! Starting from her feet, they switched off from lifting heels. Her hands fell back down to her lap and tugged at the end seams of her obsidian pencil skirt. Vividly in her mind, she imagined the ripping of single petals one after another. Go talk to her. Talk to her not. Go talk to her. Talk to her not.

Go talk to her.

Talk to her not. The last petal. Pamella hopped to her feet, she couldn't heed it's words. Sure, the girl might forget her the next day but in this moment, she could need a friend. Norrie stuck one foot out after the other, hugging one of her arms. With closer inspection, she could tell the tree girl did NOT want to be talked to. Norrie sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Going back now would make her look like an idiot, all or nothing. For Red Beanie. She dropped her head a little low and looked up at the stranger with her big, blue eyes. With an obvious nervous smile she said softly,

“Hey, I'm Pamella.”

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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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Alexis

I started to feel a little uncomfortable, like someone's eyes were on me, and then my plan of not interacting with anyone became kind of impossible when another girl started to approach me. Great... I tried to make myself look disinterested and made sure to look away from her, but that apparently didn't ward her off.

"Hey. I'm Pamella."

I held in a sigh as I glanced at the girl in front of me. Her eyes were the first thing I saw. For a second, I held my breath, and released it when nothing happened. Quickly, I cut my eyes away from hers, both relieved and a little disappointed that I hadn't heard anything. I looked at the girl's face again, not looking her in the eye, and gave a bit of my own nervous, semi-forced smile. If she made the effort to talk to me in this kind of situation, then I guess I could make the effort to reply...

"Alexis."

Yeah. Because it takes SO much effort to say my name. Not. Somehow I'd gotten separated from the others I'd been searching for this place with, and hadn't seen any of them yet since I'd gotten here. That, combined with the unfamiliar surroundings, the crowd of strangers, and my lack of information really didn't help my mood. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, but...

I shook my head and sighed, realizing that I probably wasn't giving off a very nice vibe right now. Especially with my curt tone. I pulled on the sleeves of my jacket before stuffing my hands down into my pockets, and ignored the little scene that played out as another guy entered the room. "Sorry," I said with a slight apologetic smile, "I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too."

I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering as I finished my last sentence, and witnessed what looked like a disagreement between two Asian guys. They weren't loud, so I didn't hear anything they said, but one looked pissed and the other appeared crushed. Curious, I was tempted to actually try listening in on their thoughts, but quickly discarded the idea with a shake of my head. Not happening. I didn't want to know, and they sure as hell wouldn't want some random person to know.

I brought my attention back to the girl in front of me. "You said your name's Pamella, right?"

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Pamella kept her eyes working her surroundings, catching her body language, and the way she held her breath when their eyes met. Norrie didn't break. Red Beanie used to tell her that the eyes are the most powerful tools, especially between woman. With one look, an intimate message can be sent. Words cease to exist. Isn't that fascinating? But the stranger broke. Her shoulders depressed, an almost strange air of relief surrounded her. Pamella rocked on her feet, hands behind her back with chest exposed.

“Alexis."

The words left her mouth in one quick breath, her voice music to Pams ears. No matter the trails of adversity where she ceased to exist in ones mind, nothing could stop her from reaching out and finding a place where she wouldn't be forgotten. Somewhere she belonged. Alexis shook her head, breath flying from her lips. Norrie could imagine the nitrogen being released dancing in the air. Her eyes were full of wonder, the negativity couldn't touch her. All she could see was a beautiful girl that reminded her of a willow tree. Her arms, which Pam imagined as branches tugged on her sleeves before hiding in the safety of her pockets. What if tree had pockets, would they be like the holes owls dwell in the cartoons? The ginger was far to distracted with who was before her to notice the ruckus from earlier.

"Sorry," she said with a slight apologetic smile, Norrie shook her head profusely.

”Hmm, it's ok!” she beamed.

"I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too." Lexi. It seems as if the 15-year-olds body lit up, staying perched up on her toes. The top of her head just barely made it to the height of Alexis' shoulders.

”That's such a cute name! Is it alright if I call you Lexi?” for a bubbly girl, her voice wasn't overbearing or squeaky. Instead, it was soft and a bit hazy with an edge of cinnamon. The younger girl, undoubtedly the youngest in the room, noticed Lexis attention falter. Norrie peeked behind her to see what she was staring at but couldn't figure it out. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion.

"You said your name's Pamella, right?" she asked with an air of charisma to her. The Ginger snapped her head back around and nodded animately.

”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.” she shifted her weight, standing flat on her feet and putting force on her right leg. ”What do you think about all this?” She asked, hoping to crack a conversation and get to know her a little better.

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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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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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A angst symphony played out before Pamellas cerulean eyes when the door at the other end of the room opened. She watched Alexis attention be drawn to his presence at the same time a silence following. Every breath could be heard, some shaky, raspy, calm, and quickened. The silence became a canvas of each persons melody. Norrie never once took her eyes off of Alexis, but her ears perked up at each gentle step he took. Then he stopped, and she watched as the willow tree in front of her tensed.

"Wha... What just happened?" Alexis breathed out, as she removed her hands from the safety of her pockets and crossed her arms. She picked at the strings on her jacket, but Pam saw her as a tree picking at its leaves. Concern coated her homely face like caramel strips over chocolate balls.

”Are you alright-?” the outlines of Alexis body blurred as micro tingles erupted simultaneously at the nape of her neck and back of her head. For a split second, she was caught into a foggy mind set. It was as if she was at the edge of the cosmic(a spiritual term used by hippies when they reach a certain state within themselves.) Suddenly, she was tugged back to earth and wonder struck her. And then he spoke.

"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."

Norrie and Alexis eyes met, she wondered what she was thinking? Her toes curled in, was she the only one left hanging with excitement at the sound of his voice? She smiled hopefully.

"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..." She could hear him pacing. "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."

I'm an Eraser....!!!!!

He stopped. "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."

Afraid? Pam has never been afraid of herself. She knew something was different about her when even her parents had forgotten her but it wasn't her fault. She couldn't control the fact of her inability to manipulate her powers or even know what she could do. She was too young. Being forgotten has given her a chance to do something people don't learn till possibly death. Acceptance of yourself. She's loved herself more than anyone, because even if others didn't remember her she never forgot them or the memories each created in her heart. Hating never gets anyone anywhere. She flinched when Carter interrupted the silence she welcomed for thinking. She met eyes with who she hoped would become a dear friend to her. Alexis. What did she think of all this and Carters reaction? It didn't take long for Dr. Mason to retaliate calmly. Listing off an answer to each one of the young mans questions, he finished off with one last point.

"If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all." With this, Norrie pivoted on the back of her heel and spread her hands out wide with a cheesy smile.

”Dr. Mason Sir, I-...I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!” She met eyes with him directly, she wasn't afraid even if this place and him were full of unknowns. Silence fell again, and she coughed before folding her hands in front of her. ”Sorry if I spoke out of term, Sir.” Her cheeks heated up at the thought of him disliking her already. She hoped he wasn't offended, she never intended for that.

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Alexis
(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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Norrie's sanguine outburst dug up a different side of Dr. Mason. Everything about him changed, before he was completely peremptory but now he resembled the little boys Norrie played with out on the streets. Little children in red knitted beanies and patch work coats who shared personal and boisterous laughs with people like them as they played hop-scotch. People without a home. A tough branch with hanging leaves gripped Norrie's shoulder, she tilted her head gaining a better view of her willow. Within the few minutes of knowing Alexis, she knew this wasn't a typical action. The doctor gave a light shrug before taking back her attention.

"Out of turn? I'm not that formal of a guy." Pamella smiled childishly as her cheeks heated, "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." She waited expectantly for his next words, every sentence he spoke felt like an unfinished symphony. A cliffhanger she wanted to jump down in order to see the next phase. He gazed around at everyone. "Well, if you're staying, I guess that means I'll have to give you a room, huh?" Alex's hands slipped from her shoulder, a relieved sigh shortly followed. The red-head raised an eyebrow. "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 hang out. The information about how this place works will be on your beds." Pam didn't wait to watch him head out the door before speaking.

”You alright Alex?” She asked.

"A map would be good..." she said softly. Pamella giggled.

”Yeah, it would huh?”