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Anthony Carraway

"I'd rather be loved than feared, actually."

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a character in “Laurel”, as played by Saerith

Description



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{ "The only thing to be feared is fear itself" }



Name
Anthony Carraway
"Carr is fine, really."

Age & Grade
16, he's a sophomore.

Number of Years at Laurel
7 years
"And still folks ask me where the fuck did I come from."

Sexual Orientation
Homossexual|Panromantic

Group
Powerful

Power
Carr can generate hallucinations and create dreams that make the subject experience their greatest fear. If the subject is afraid of something a human being can do, they will see Carr doing it. This power works best when the subject is asleep, since the visions are way more realistic in dreams than in hallucinations, and the effect depends greatly on how strongly the person fears said thing. To be able to discover the person's fear, Carr also has to live through it, so you may say it affects him as well, as long as it's something that scares him too.




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Gentle Kind Creative Empathetic Loyal Sensitive Caring Honest (and being honest, just cause he can't lie) Does well under pressure Reliable Optimistic Expresses well through art Always goes his own way, no matter what people may say about him Almost always in a good mood

Weaknesses
✦ Low self-esteem ✦ Not exactly a coward, but certainly not brave at all ✦ Self-destructive ✦ Very much socially awkward ✦ Introvert ✦ Resentful ✦Has too high expectations for other people ✦ Finds it hard to express himself through speech ✦ Always let's people walk all over him ✦ Over-trusting ✦ A bit too sensitive ✦ Shy

Quirks
Never looks anyone in the eye Compulsively taps his hand on his legs When talking to a stranger, he can never finish his sentences Always walks around barefoot, even though he gets sick a lot Stares a lot at people he finds good looking or interesting when they aren't paying attention.

Fears
"You don't even know what fear is."
✧ His biggest fear is his own power. Not only is he afraid to use it, he fears one day, someone will be trapped inside a dream he creates. Most of all, he fears people will hate him because of his powers. ✧ Losing his mother ✧ Being lonely ✧ Blood and gory scenes ✧ Spiders

Secrets
Although this is extremely rare, he has tried his powers on one of his roommates before, just because he saw no other way to practice. He became his subject because he feared something Carr had no problem with.





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ImageImagePersonality
{ Sweet, Creative, Shy, Self-destructive }
Carr is the type of person who is always on the outside looking in. Partly because of his naturally timid and introverted personality, but also because he hasn't many friends and usually passes by unnoticed for most people. Thanks to that, he is used to being alone, and has a strong desire to be included, which os why it hurts him to be left out all the time. Although this, too, is partially his responsibility: whatever talent he has for conveying his emotions through drawing and poetry is lost when he tries to speak to people who aren't close to him. He stutters, mumbles and forgets what he meant to say all the time. On the other hand, once someone becomes really close to him, he is always very caring and sweet to them, putting they're needs and wishes above his own most times. Since he doesn't like to go out much, and parties and other social events make him extremely uncomfortable, he tends to befriend people who can just stay in with him, playing video games or just talking. Those are obviously very few people, but he loves them deeply and, really, just feels like anyone at all is willing to put up with him. This is really how he feels about himself, something people have to put up with, which isn't surprising, given his background. When he realized he didn't seem to matter much to anyone, he started to really feel worthless, and will often think of himself as unnecessary. This is mainly why he has such a need to fulfill other people's desires and is a huge pushover. However, this doesn't mean he is depressed or doesn't appreciate life at all, on the contrary, he sees most things as a huge strike of luck for someone like him, and that includes Laurel Academy, his very few friends, his mother, his talents. Overall, he is a optimistic, gentle young men, but people - including himself - don't usually get to see that.

Although he is usually calm, meaning he rarely gets angry or overly-excited, he is also constantly anxious about being in public and fears a lot of things. This has a lot to do with his powers; he has learned that people fear the most peculiar things but, after you get to understand deeply why they fear that thing, you probably will too. Watching people struggle with their biggest fears after he's influenced them is almost as terrifying as being affected by fear inducement.




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Likes
Video games || Friendly people || Peanut butter || Girls who smile a lot || Drawing || Writing || Children's stories || Old movies || MMOs || The sea || Fatty foods || Summer || Flowers || Classical rock and indie rock || Being included in people's plans || Late night conversation || Courageous people || Dogs and birds || Reality shows || American literature || Coffee and carbonated drinks || Romance || Taller boys || Astronomy



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Bullies || Having to stay in school for summer || Being called names || Being ignored || Using his powers || Horror movies (although he finds funny what people believe they think is scary) || Talking about himself || Guys his mother dated || Going out || Parties || People who disrespect or dislike their parents || Autumn || Violence || Spiders || Sleeping || Vegetables





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Anthony Carraway was born October 6, 1998 to mother Aurora Carraway and father Rick Douglas, although he could never consider him a parent. At the time of his birth, his parent where both 20, and from families that struggled a lot with monetary difficulties, so raising a baby was really the last thing they needed at the moment. His father tried to convince his mother to get an abortion, but she strongly refused, so Rick left. Completely helpless as a twenty year old single mother, Aurora took on two jobs to support baby Anthony and still managed to tuck him in with a bed time story every night. Although she did her best to provide, Carr grew up mostly alone and with not very much, but still he loved her deeply and she would do anything in the world to make him happy. All in all, the first years of his life was amazing. He was eight years old when his father first showed up. He claimed he had the right to see his son, and Aurora let him in to talk before she could notice he was stinking drunk. She tried to tell him he had no right, but he became violent and started to hit her, only stopping when he saw little Anthony rush down the stairs to see what his mother was doing. After one look, Rick left, but came back many times after that all through that year. Scared, Aurora took Carr and they moved to a neighboring town. There, at age 9, he found out about his powers: He was sleeping in his mother bed one night and had a really bad dream, but something felt odd. Even though he knew this was a dream, he felt like he was awake and able to end it at any moment. He dreamed his father came around again, but took him with him this time. He put him inside the car and screamed at his mother, who couldn’t move. When he finally woke up, so did his mother, and she held him tight and cried for a good hour. This happened again a few times, until he told his mother he was doing it, but didn’t know how to stop. She wasn’t mad or scared, just curious, and that’s when, after a lot of research, she found Laurel Academy. At the beginning, he didn’t mind telling people about his powers, but as he realized some where scared of him and started to drift away, he stopped. However, the word spread fast and the few friends he had made started avoiding him. Already a shy boy, he had trouble bouncing back from that and backed away too, so his years in Laurel where passed without anyone really knowing who Anthony Carraway was. Even though he isn’t the smartest student, he studies had in hopes of giving his mother a better future.
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Played By:
Saerith

Dialogue Color:
#610B23

Face Claim:
Evan Peters

So begins...

Anthony Carraway's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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This… What is this? Something wrong… Can someone… Please. Anthony’s eyes opened just enough for the bluish light of his alarm clock to warn him it was one minute past eight in the morning. The numbers, however, meant nothing to him, and the strange noise emitted by that odd device made his eyes water. Shaking his arm around, he tried to do something about it but only managed to drop it on the floor with a loud metallic noise that caused him to shut his eyes tight, reacting to a excruciating lash of pain just above his temples. Forced to sit down, pick the clock up and turn off the alarm, he remained seated for a seconds or two, unable to move or turn his head. Not only the sharp sting in his head remained after the noise was gone, his stomach seemed to twitch slightly with each one of his moves, causing nausea and a heavy, uncomfortable dizziness that did not at all resembled the one from the night before. His arms hurt like he had just been ran over by a truck. An acid, vile taste clung to his mouth. When he finally felt like he could move slightly without passing out, he laid back down and stared at the ceiling. The room was lit by the distant, ethereal blue light of his clock, and scented by a strong aroma of grass and alcohol.

In a surprisingly organized and harmonic manner, a few images seemed to waltz before his eyes. Aimee proposing a toast, and her eyes glimmered with joy, her soft voice filled with a innocent, youthful excitement. Erin’s blonde hair twirling in front of him, her bright smile as warm and welcoming as the flamboyant bonfire. She remember her approaching Lane. He didn’t follow. He had stolen her away for too long already, so perhaps it was time to gave Lane a little time. He remember looking for Aimee, and he remembered her words echoing in his head when he couldn’t find her. "This, my friend, is the peak of our teenage years!” And the last thing he could remember was drinking more. No Erin, no Aimee, no walking to his room even. Just a enormous gap where the rest of the night should be. No souvenir of it except for the almost unbearable tiredness, the pain, and his clothes, which, filthy with dirt and grass, were now scattered across his room. A certain sense of desperation started filling his mind. What if he had done something stupid? Something people would remember, and he wouldn’t? Worse, what if he had done something bad? And now, there was nothing he could do, really. He should have known this bonfire was a bad idea.

Although his thoughts circled around his mind faster and faster and his incapacity to remember anything made his breath speed up and his eyes even wetter, his lids were to heavy. Before he could conclude even his thoughts about how stupid he had beens, and how could he have left Aimee on her own, sleep found him once again. A dreamless, restful sleep, in which he couldn’t think about the previous events or the dreadful class yet to come. And he would have actually rested all through the day if he hadn’t been woken again, this time by a noise which left him even more stunned. A loud scream. A familiar voice.

Carr stood up quickly - rather too quickly, since his entire dorm room seemed to loop around him and he had to hold on to the door knob for a second. He opened the door carefully, afraid he might bump into whoever or whatever the source of the screaming was. Seeing no one in the hallway, he silently, slowly made his way down the hall, verifying every door on his way was locked. All were, except for the one he hoped was. At the opposite side of the long hall, the door of the room he had spent most of his time in the day before was not only unlocked, but opened. Aimee’s room. By the time Carr reached number 14, his heart was racing and he had to take a deep breath before peeking inside, wanting to make sure none of Aimee’s roommates, who he had yet not discovered who were, were there. “Aim…”

It broke his heart to the point he could feel all the air leaving his lungs. Aimee sat there, on the bed, head in her hands, curling up around herself like a small child. She looked so little and defenseless. This was one of the people he loved most in the world, and there she was, looking defeated and so miserable, while he didn’t even know what this was about, couldn’t even console her. Maybe if he hadn’t left her all of a sudden yesterday, maybe if he hadn’t drank so much and had come by her room in the morning, she wouldn’t be like this. But she was, and her scream now sounded like the saddest thing he could have ever heard. Carr ran into the room and kneeled on the floor in front of her, placing both hand on her knees in an attempt to comfort her in any way he could.

“Hey, hey. Look at me. Are you alright? Cookie, please don’t be sad.” His voice was hoarse and sounded strange, and his eyes were so red and swollen and had such dark circles under them maybe the proximity of his face wasn’t such a good idea, it might actually scare her. Far from where they were, the bell rang, but he ignored it.“C’mon, I can’t just touch you and know it. What happened?”





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Rebecca woke up earlier than usual, and earlier than necessary. Although she hadn’t really drunk all that much, alcohol would do that to her, get her wake and up only a few hours after going to bed. After the first dance, she had spent what seemed like hours dancing closely to Christian Sebek, an Elite student who’s family owned an emerging cosmetics and fashion company. Lying in her bed, she stretched both her arms so her hands were in eyes’ length, and tried to recapture the feeling of his against her palms. He had spun her around gently and whispered meaningless words to her ear. And she, how could it be any different, had smiled pleasantly, chuckled sweetly and danced gracefully amongst the mass of teenagers, but had done nothing more then allow him a kiss in the hand by the end of the fifth song. This was what Rebecca was known for. A tease bitch, a misleader, the patron saint of blue balls, call it what you want, she’s heard it before. Truth is, she didn’t really care. The warmth of his skin felt nice, his voice was soft and tender, and his dancing wasn’t bad, so she had enjoyed it, and than left, like she had meant to.

After that, she drank a bit more while chatting absentmindedly with a few Influentials who seemed eager to hear why on earth she had had the first dance with Keevan instead of Christian. She had laughed and, with a mysterious glare, told them “Well, he has been such a good boy to me, I thought he deserved it.”It was only a little after two when she went to bed, sensing there were no more slow dances or conversations about her ahead. Just before drifting off into a deliciously intoxicated slumber, she grabbed her cellphone from the nightstand and sent out a few texts.

To: Nina Romanov
I hope you feel better, darling. You owe me a dance.

To: Timothy Sayre
Miss u

To: Hemingway Jr.
Well, you didn’t have to disappear. Didn’t even give me time to say goodnight

It was hard for her to think the closest thing she had to a friend was Nina. She didn’t actually dislike or wished any harm upon Nina, and actually was quite fond of her, but it was impossible for her to support Nina in the position she was in right now. For the time being, then, she was the adversary. Becky didn’t exactly miss companionship or loyalty, she was actually surrounded by people all of the time and those people would do anything she asked for as little as a smile, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around why nobody actually seemed to want to know anything about what she liked, about what she thought about things… Her mind actually started getting a little claustrophobic at times. And Keevan… And all that bread bowl stuff wasn’t making it any easier. So she thought today, on the first day of school, she would actually take a day for herself, to not think about the Influentials, Breadbowl, Keevan, Christian or the bonfire. She thought wrong.

When Erin’s absurd alarm clock went off, as it did every morning, inspire of Becky’s several complaints, Becky had already showered and did all her beauty routine, and was getting dressed in a delicate white dress and a light pinkish flowery kimono when Erin left the room to take a shower. And then, while the door was still open, she heard Nina’s voice. The sound was muffled and seemed distant, but there was no doubt, she’d recognize that voice anywhere. Suspicious and intrigued, Becky left the room, tiptoeing to the hall, and the voice got a bit louder. It increased as she approached Daniel’s room, the one right in front of her’s, and then was completely silenced by the shower next door. Afraid Nina might leave, Becky went back into her room and stood on her tiptoes close to the door so that she could look through the peephole. In a matter of seconds, Nina rushed out of the room, her cheeks a unusual rosy color. This, right there, was all Becky needed, and as much as she had wanted this day to be her own, it wasn’t something that happened everyday.
Nina.
The Ice Queen.
Leaving her loyal dog’s room.
In the clothes from the night before.

To: Hemingway Jr.
Can you meet me later?

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Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart

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Aimee heard Anthony's footsteps before she felt his palms on her knees. Not now, please not now, she thought as the rush of his emotions and thoughts whirled around her. She scooted back abruptly, her back against the wall. "Don't. Don't touch me, I can't...I can't control it," she said, her voice hoarse and raw. The tears that had been streaming down her face had finally stopped, and she was left even more worn out than before. She had always been an ugly crier, so she knew in some part of her mind that her face looked red and puffy, similar to how Anthony's looked right now. But, he was there, in front of her, and she knew just by looking at him that he wanted to help her.

"I don't know how to explain it, I..." Her voice broke again and she curled her head on her knees. The bell rang, distantly, but she couldn't go to class yet. "It was just a lot...piling up all at once, I...it's so complicated," she said lamely. How could she tell him? Not only that she was an orphan and had kept it from him but that she had sex with Lane and had kept it from him. Thinking about it made her sick.

"I think I just need to go to class. I need to forget about this..." she whispered. She prayed to God that there wasn't any of them in her Speech & Debate elective, but she knew the chances of that were highly unlikely and so far the odds had not been in her favor.

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Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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Lucas was already moving when he heard Nina's peals of laughter behind him. He was glad that saying Aimee's name seemed to stop the ringing in both their heads, but regretted having touched her after; she was on sensory overload right now and had just about shut down, she didn't need his thoughts, however well-meaning. He regretted being a factor in her disorientation, in her pain, and he needed to help her somehow.

Overload, he thought grimly as he pushed through the crowd of people. Don't miss that at all. He'd been in a state of overload for about a year after his powers kicked in, so overwhelmed by other people's emotions and thoughts and senses that his own self seemed to vanish. He couldn't remember almost anything from that year. Only a swirling sea of colors and noise and smells and sounds that blended together into a screaming mess and himself just numb, numb, numb.

He entered the dorm hall just in time to catch the last notes of a long, sustained wail in his head, a feedback-like screech of emotions that were unmistakably Aimee's, which caused him to almost double over in pain. As he recovered he saw Anthony dart out of his own room, and realized with a jolt that the scream must have been audible as well as mental. Trepidatiously, he approached Aimee's room, which Anthony had already entered. The door was flung open; he peered inside to see the two, Aimee curled in the fetal position, Anthony crouching in front of her. They didn't seem to notice Lucas, and he backed away immediately. The guy's got this, he said to himself. She doesn't need me around too. He kicked himself mentally for having thought that she'd actually choose him, a stranger she met last night, over her friend of nigh three years. Silly you, thinking you could help, his inner voice hissed.

But then there was a dull distorted ringing in both Aimee and Anthony's ears (Lucas supposed it was the bell), and Aimee was saying, "I just need to go to class." Lucas' heart dropped. He imagined her sitting at her desk, staring vacantly as she tried to process all the input from the world around her, flinching like a hurt animal when the teacher yelled for her to pay attention, walking from class to class like a wind-up toy. Like he had done for the entirety of 9th grade.

The word, "no", escaped his lips at the thought. No. He walked to her door, knocking on the frame. "Aimee," he said emphatically, before stopping short and losing his nerve. "Sorry, I overheard and I just--sorry if this is creepy, I--" he shook his head. "You...you can't go to class, Aimee." His face was despondent. "It'll kill you inside."

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Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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As soon as Aimee distanced herself, he shook his head as to tell himself off and quickly retrieved his hands, that now lied flat on the bed. As a powerful student, Carr should understand and be accustomed to the particularities, but truth is people had always been more careful around him then he was around them, so it had never seemed like a problem. He examined Aimee’s face and the pain and helplessness in her eyes kept catching him by surprise. They had been friends for many years now, and in several occasions had had to comfort each other when things got thought, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her like this. And whatever it was, it didn’t seem like something he could make better at all.

”Aimee. It’s alright. We can… We can deal with complicated, ok? You don’t have to explain just… I’m here. We’ll manage.” He wanted to understand. He desperately wanted to be able to do something about it, just make it go away. Unfortunately, this isn’t one thing that could be solved with junk food and bad movies, with goofy dancing or funny faces. This was something real, and asking even more about it would do no good. Just like with Erin the night before, he could see pushing her would only cause distress. He almost couldn’t hear the whisper she let out, but as soon as he could put together the words “class" and “forget”, if it was possible, his mood worsened. “You really thin—“

His voice was cut off by the sound of knocking on wood and his friend’s name being called. It took him a bit of time to recognize the young man standing at the door as the guy from the night before, who had stumbled into Aimee and spilled booze all over his shirt. He frowned, trying to remember at what point in the night the two of them had exchanged names or talked at all, but he just assumed it was one more thing that was forever lost in the fog of his drunkenness. Well he pondered that’s an awfully strong statement for someone who met her last night… But he could really feel this was just a bit of jealousy on his part, certainly he had nothing but her best interest in mind, and anyone could see the girl was really an emotional wreck and in no condition to learn at this point. He looked at Aimee’s face again, and thought about all the times she had stayed by his side when he needed her. Truth is, for a variety of reasons, most of which had to do with his mother, Carr was not one to skip class, even if it was just summer classes like this, but he had already left her last night and wasn’t about to do the same. But somehow… His gaze shifted back and forth between Lucas and Aimee, and there seemed to be a strange connection, an aura of comfort and understanding. Like they had some kind of invisible bond in which he wasn’t included. And then he waited. For Aimee to say something, for the odd guy to do whatever he came to do. He wished he could touch Aimee and she could only see what was in his mind right now, but he knew that’s not how it worked. Instead, he just stared at her in silence, while his mind whispered Say anything. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Just don’t be sad, Cookie.

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Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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Aimee almost smiled at Anthony's comfort instinct. They had been through so much together, but usually it was her comforting him not the other way around. She felt bad, being so weak, but she knew he didn't see her that way and that all he wanted to do was help her. She was about to respond when the knock on the doorframe had her head turning numbly in that direction, only to see Lucas standing there awkwardly. He spoke to her, only glancing once at Carr, and stepped into the room. Seeing him there, her emotions quieted. She felt...relieved. Carr had been there to comfort her, in any way he could, but Lucas possessed the actual knowledge of what she was going through without her having to explain it. It was just so easy, and it took a lot of weight off her shoulders just by knowing he was there.

"Not creepy," she murmured. You heard me, she thought to him. She had been so shell-shocked before, she hadn't had the chance to really see Lucas. Now that she was, she immediately felt calm wash over her, but at the same time shock and regret. Lucas knew. He had seen it in her mind. He knew about her and Lane. There was nothing she could do to hide it from him. Her eyes swelled up with tears again, but she turned away from both of her friends so that they wouldn't see them fall. He doesn't know, she thought, implying that Lucas knew one of her secrets and Anthony knew none of them. She felt awful. Her best friend didn't know her truths and yet this guy standing before her, an unmistakable bond maybe but still an acquaintance, knew her darkest tales.

"Anthony, you can't...you can't miss class. Not even for me. I'd never forgive myself if you broke your rule," she murmured to him, speaking of his oath to always attend his classes. She could tell from his expressions that he was wary of Lucas, and she couldn't really blame him. They were protective of each other, Aimee and Anthony. They always looked out for each other, and she could tell that that was part of the reason why Carr didn't want to leave her. I need to go to class eventually, she said in her mind, looking at Lucas. She had barely any energy left to speak, and was only doing so for Carr's benefit. She was unbearably weary, not sure whether to reach for Anthony or for Lucas. She settled on leaning her head against the wall and curling her hands around her knees. She had lost control. They would figure out what to do. She was just wandering.

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Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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For the second time, Lucas' presence seemed to calm Aimee down, and he wondered at it. She trusted him more than he felt any person should after less than 24 hours; though he knew her exact reasons, he still couldn't wrap his head around it. You heard me, she thought, and he gave the slightest of nods.

Well, that's an awfully strong statement from someone who met her last night, thought a voice in reference to what Lucas had said. His eyes snapped to Anthony, was frowning at him in vague confusion. Anthony seemed to pick up on the connection that Lucas and Aimee apparently had now, feeling excluded. It washed Lucas in awkward guilt. No, no, I'm the one intruding, he wished to say to the guy. You two have been friends for years and me...I'm just some creep who knows too much.

Aimee, too, seemed to be realizing the unfair difference between Lucas and Anthony keenly. He doesn't know, she thought with dismay, and it filled Lucas with the same miserable feeling, especially when she turned to the wall to hide her tears. I'm sorry, Aimee. He wished the thought-reading went both ways. I'm sorry for your powers, and me, and Nina, and Lane, and this shitty day.

She spoke, bidding Anthony go to class, and directed at Lucas, I need to go to class eventually. He closed his eyes, brow furrowing. But not today.

"I don't wanna speak for..." he paused, trying to remember if the guy's name had been said aloud or not, "Anthony or anything, but I'm going to guess he-- Lucas glanced at him-- "And I...we...don't plan on leaving you alone like this."

He thought of a way to make this better. To make things more equal. He knew Aimee's power and Aimee knew his, and Anthony was in the fucking dark despite being closer to Aimee than Lucas imagined he'd ever be. He found this imbalance profoundly unfair, but wouldn't dare reveal Aimee's secret, so...

He took a breath and straightened his posture, cocking his head to one side. "Besides," he said with a wry smile. "I don't think any of us would like Speech and Debate anyway."

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Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Erin Hill Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Sterling Walker Character Portrait: Lane Blackwell Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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It is now 9:45. Mrs Jefferson has welcomed the class in, given the seating chart, and explained the assignment. Erin is out in the hallway working on the preparation part of her speech. No one else has received their topic yet, they are just inside chatting amongst themselves or reading or something along those lines.


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The paper is still curled up in Erin's hand. Half of her had been glad to go first, because it allowed her instant distance from Sterling who, by some cruel twist of faith, is now seated right next to her. To get away from that class in general, actually. Not only Sterling, but also Nina and Daniel. Perhaps if she had been seated next to Lane, she would feel more at ease. Unfortunately, that is far from the case, as she sits on the other side of the room from her. And so she jumped up when her name was called to go outside and work on her speech. Now she regrets moving with such haste. She uncurls the paper.

Forgiveness.

Oh. This isn't so bad. I should be fine. Okay, I've got this. Forgiveness. Okay, Erin takes a long breath and begins scrawling things on the back of her thin slip of paper. Lead with reference to "if sorry was enough, police" joke. Too exaggerated for real life. To err is human. Importance of moving on. Let wounds heal. Forgive, strengthen. Erin doesn't notice the irony in her own notes. All she knows is that she has already been outside for two minutes and despite attempts to reassure herself her palms are sweaty and she desperately wants to get this over with. She twists the paper in her hand, a nervous tick. Knocks on the door to be let in. A Gifted boy, Rory, opens it for her, and wishes her good luck in a whisper. Erin walks to the center.

As she is the first speech, people are slightly more focused on listening. They knows Mrs Jefferson will notice if they are already playing on their phones or whispering to one another. Keevan stops his conversation with her, probably about some book or another, to sit down and lean back. Erin has never before wished that people would be more disrespectful towards her. She wants them all trained on their phones, on each other, on the posters around the room. Anywhere else. But they are on her.

"Um. My topic was forgiveness," Erin shows the class her slip and immediately regrets doing so. It's not like they think you're lying to them, idiot. Erin is impulsive. Erin is loyal. Erin is playful and sometimes loud and always smiling. Until Erin is told to make a speech, and then she is prone to self destruction, like a foolish cartoon supervillain. The feeling of standing up in front of people is not unlike eating a star and trying to digest the burning feeling of your insecurities. Erin took this class deciding that she must learn to present eventually. It must get worse before it can get better.

"Has the timer started? Yeah? Okay, cool. Start now. Please.

If sorry was good enough we wouldn't need police officers. It's too late to apologize. An eye for an eye. We're living in a culture that criticizes the ability to forgive, instead, um, opting for cynicism and, uh, punishment. Half the time we don't even realize we're doing it. But it's there. It's the uh archaic notion that we are born one way and never change."


She makes brief eye contact with Nina, which lapses into her staring at her for a few seconds while the planned course shifts.

"But people can change. And y'know maybe that's the problem. Maybe sometimes people change in ways you could never imagine, and that's um the thing we can't forgive them for. Because we had so fully trusted one ideal, and it just breaks down in front of us, and not always for the better."


And then Sterling, just behind Nina. He had always been either behind or at the side of Nina. He should have remained there, instead of vanishing and allowing matter to collapse into that sudden vacuum until a black hole was formed. Until the Queen was born.

"People don't take responsibility for what they've done. Or even if they do, they can't change the way that their actions have launched others into that negative change. And, I mean, it can be hard to forgive someone that turns everything to ash in your mouth. When people separate they leave holes in the fabric of the quilt they were once part of, you know? I mean, not that people are quilts exactly. Um. Sorry, how much time left do I have?


"Two minutes. Erin, you seem to have lost your point. Try to reel it back in, please. I love the imagery but an impromptu should be a bit more structured. And don't forget about triangulation, okay? I'm unpausing the time now."

"Oh. Sorry. Right. So, I mean sure forgiveness is something we should aim for but sometimes it can just be, um, difficult. I mean I guess nothing is impossible but sometimes people just screw up so badly that there is nothing they can do to fix it and how can you forgive someone if the problem is just left to fester, especially when they didn't have to deal with the problem. The rest of us- er, the people, do. Maybe not forgiving is the only way to, erm, cope, I guess. Or something. I'm sorry, I'm not sure where I'm going anymore can I sit down?"


Mrs. Jefferson studies Erin, who had her for English this previous year, for a moment. She takes a long sip of tea, face unreadable while Erin just stands up there silently, doing a poor job of subtly avoiding looking at Sterling and Nina.

"Yes, I suppose in the interest of time you may take your seat. Although you may want to consider representing next class in order to improve the grade." Both teacher and student know Erin will not be trying to make it up for a higher grade. Even sitting next to Sterling seems refreshing in comparison to the thousand suns she felt at the podium.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why am I in this class is it too late to transfer this was a bad idea can I ask for a seating change? Deep breaths. I'm not up there anymore. Erin can be passably clever when not in the spotlight. In the arena, however, her armor is stripped away by the eyes of spectators. "Shut it," she mutters to Sterling, who is as of yet innocent in terms of any scathing remarks.

"Alright, well. Rebecca Sayre? You're next, dear. Come, take your paper. You have seven minutes beginning when the door shuts behind you."

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Anthony couldn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off of Lucas now. Somehow, him and Aimee had apparently even talked about the class he was having this morning. Meanwhile, Carr didn’t even know the other boy’s name. He felt embarrassed, most of all, and the constant pain in his head didn’t help him figuring out this strange situation at all. Why was he so concerned? Not that he thought this was bad at all, he looked like a pretty stand up guy but…

Then he thought. Aimee was an attractive girl, he supposed. I mean, she didn’t look bad. Carr had never actually thought about it but… The talk with Erin the previous morning had him wondering if perhaps this was the reason this guy seemed so attentive. He couldn’t help but blush slightly, feeling like a bit of a third wheel. I wonder if last night…

He shifted his gaze back to Aimee. It was true, though, he had absolutely no will or strength to get to Speech and Debate at this point. Honestly, he was already feeling so bad, and speaking in public made him so worried, he actually might get sick. So, with a deep sight, he tried his best to give his friend an encouraging smile. ”You know what? This is… Our peak, and I have never once skipped class. What kind of teenager am I? You’d be doing me a favor.” He tried to smile at Lucas as well, but really it seemed more like a bit of a sloppy call for help ”This guy, hmm” He gave him an apologetic look for not remembering his name ”Is right. You know how much I hate that class.”

Aimee was strong. No matter how much she cried or if she screamed and fell apart, she was still strong, because she could get through this. She could overcome and always go back to being her usual sweet, joyful self. But she couldn’t do it alone. If nothing else, he could at least offer her this, comfort. And if she had trusted someone like Carr to be by her side for all this years then… Then this was his duty.

”I'll make you a deal. I’ll go back for PE, but I’ll stay with you for know. We will. We could stay in and eat a whole bunch of candy, and we only have to talk about it if you want to. Ok?”

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Aimee let out a little half-laugh as Anthony reiterated what they had drunkenly said last night. Our peak... she thought. Anthony was right. She had always nagged him about being such a good student, even in 8th grade he always went to his classes, and she thought she was being so superior as a sophomore that she knew all the ropes of high school and that she was basically a genius in the making. Oh, how she was very wrong.

She could tell by the way that Carr was glancing at Lucas that he felt a little awkward around him, and from the way his face looked Anthony wasn't in a good state of mind either. She never really figured out what happened after he went off with Erin, since he never responded to her text. Knowing him, he was probably feeling pretty guilty about leaving her, especially with her acting like this. She wanted to console him, she felt like she had to, even though she knew that he was the one who wanted to be consoling her. Sorry, honorary little brother, she thought. She almost wished that Anthony had the same ability as Lucas, so that she wouldn't have to worry about what she was keeping from him. But, when she thought about it, she probably would have kept it from Lucas too by putting her wall up. I guess it doesn't really matter now... her mind whispered as she glanced at Lucas.

I know we don't know each other very well--well, I guess we didn't know each other very well--so I understand if you feel weird knowing about...well, about me. The playing field is slightly more even now, I guess, she thought to him. She knew it had to be done, she couldn't say it out loud and risk giving away Lucas's power since she knew he was sensitive about it, but she still hated having a side conversation without Anthony even the slightest it aware. He was her best friend, her family, so why did she feel like she couldn't tell him any of this?

"No fair, you know I can't resist candy," she said to Anthony, wiping her eyes on her shirt sleeve and controlling the remainder of sniffles left from her crying. She looked at him with doe eyes, her classic Aimee move without even trying, and sent him a watery smile that verged on genuine. "Got any Sour Patch stashed away?"

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Well then, Lucas thought, trying to hide his mortification when he realized what Anthony assumed went on last night. That was not the conclusion I was hoping he'd reach... And damn his tendency to blush easily-- he could feel the heat in his cheeks at the very thought. And now Anthony was feeling like a third wheel to his best friend and a guy whose name he didn't even know.

Aimee sent some thoughts to Lucas, but he saw that she also felt guilty for keeping Anthony out of their little secret and their one-sided conversation. She spoke to Anthony, keeping up the facade.

The more I stand here blushing like an idiot, the more suspicious I'm going to look, he thought. I'm going to have to tell him...and outright this time. He shifted from foot to foot, as if tamping down his terror.

"Aimee, it's ok, I'm gonna tell him," Lucas blurted out, and before Anthony could draw any more unfortunate conclusions about this sentence, he continued, "First of all, my name's Lucas, not 'this odd guy'; second of all, nothing like that happened last night; third, I knew you were thinking all that stuff and what class we all have because I have a power too and that's that I can read minds, not that other reason. Surprise! Ok, candy then?"

By this time his shoulders were tense and risen, his eyes were fixated on the carpet pattern in the room, and his arms were crossed, pressed tight to his chest. He felt like a bug underneath a magnifying glass, waiting to see whether he'd be burned by Anthony's reaction. Regardless of what happened though, he knew it was something that had to be done. He couldn't drive a wedge between a friendship like that. And if Anthony freaked out, didn't trust him after this, told him to leave them alone, well, he could deal. Like he always did.

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”You know I do.” he announced happily, partially enchanted by Aimee’s lovely smile. It was a relief, really. There wasn’t really much he could do having no information, and probably, if he had any, there would still be little he could solve, so seeing her even the least bit recuperated lifted some weight off his shoulders.

When Lucas suddenly spoke again, Carr was surprised to see his face was a bright crimson. He looked very embarrassed, and his words were completely mysterious to Anthony, since Aimee hadn’t said a thing that could lead to this answer, and… By his tone, it seemed like something important. Than, the string of uninterrupted words started pouring out of him, and in opposition to Lucas’ flushed cheeks, Anthony’s turned a pale, almost sickly white color. How did he… He couldn’t remember saying any of this aloud. He was mortified that Lucas knew the god damn weirdest things he had thought in the last five minutes or so. Then suddenly… ”…I can read minds, not that other reason.” Anthony’s eyes widened as he tried to recall everything he had thought while Lucas was in the room. Oh God.

”Oh. Oh. I… I’m so sorry if I… I just didn’t think you… I assumed… Like, if you did, there was no…" Anthony felt a tightness in his neck and couldn’t stop fidgeting, so he took a long, deep breath and lowered his eyes to the floor, defeated by his own words. All he could actually manage was ”Sorry I called you odd guy. That’s pretty cool."

Please, could you not tell Aimee I thought that? She’d be mad… Anthony tried to organize his thoughts and not think about how much of a fool he was feeling like right now. He also realized how tense Lucas was himself, for some reason, and felt bad. He supposed his thoughts were rather judgmental towards him so far. Then, came to him the sudden realization of what that meant to Aimee. A power quite similar to hers. And then, the night before. Anthony’s expression of guilt and embarrassment shifted into one of awe and admiration, like a kid staring at their new toy for the first time.

”Oh! So this is what last night was about! That’s why you were so weird!” Absentmindedly, he pointed to Aimee, a curious enthusiastic smile slowly spreading across his face while his voice got louder. ”Yeah, this is so cool! Can you, like, talk to each other through telepathy or something? I mean, if you touch…” His voice slowly died as he realized no one else really seemed very excited, and he must be sounding like an asshole. With a timid smile directed at the both of them, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. ”I'm sorry. I don’t know how it works.”

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Aimee tensed immediately when she looked at Lucas. He was bright red, and he had the expression that he was about to say something big. She sat forward a bit, tell him what? and then he said he could read minds and Aimee's eyes widened, looking at Anthony. He stammered and she looked back and forth between them, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "Nothing like what...?" She asked tentatively as Anthony started to get almost as awkward as Lucas. Oh! Oh GOD! The realization hit her and she sat back, containing a tad bit of laughter and covering her eyes with her hands.

Anthony got excited and pointed to Aimee, to which she gave him an amused expression. It felt good to see him getting so happy and wondrous, and it definitely helped to improve her mood. It reminded her of how it usually was between them, all laughs and fun. Even though last night they had been joking around like normal, it felt like it was forever ago. So much had happened within the past 24 hours. Meeting Lucas, touching Erin, fighting with Lane, Nina, the overload. It all seemed so surreal, like it didn't actually happen. But, then she thought to herself that the three of them wouldn't be in her dorm ditching class if it hadn't of happened. "It's exactly like you think, Carr. If he touches me at the same time that I have my wall down, we can hear each other's thoughts," she said. She looked gratefully at Lucas, "If you hadn't of done that downstairs, I...I wouldn't have been able to leave. It felt like..." she curled her arms around her knees again, "like I was frozen in that one spot, just letting all of it in and not being able to control it. It was awful," she admitted.

She looked at the both of them, and realized that Anthony had no idea what she was talking about. Taking a deep breath, since we're all being so honest..."Anthony, I...there's something you don't know, uhm..." She combed her fingers through her hair nervously, looking at Lucas like he could somehow make this any easier. "I got in a fight with Lane earlier, and...it was about, well...a couple months ago I was having a day that was, unfortunately, a lot like this one, and we, uhm, well, Lane and I, we, we had...sex..." She said the last word like it didn't belong anywhere near her, which was stupid because her and Carr had always been open with that kind of thing, and yet she felt like it was against everything in her to talk about it. One secret down, another one to go...at some point that's not right now.

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Everyone has been at their chosen PE activity for the day for about ten or so minutes now. Weather is partly cloudy, looking like it might turn to a light drizzle soon.

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The idea of this connection between Lucas and Aimee brought a slight smile to his face. For some reason, it sounded so comforting and calming to have someone who could knew everything about you, and who you knew everything about as well. Someone who wouldn’t judge, because they truly understand. Someone who didn’t need any words to know how you felt or what you wanted. It must be… easy. It must feel like home. And although he still really wanted to know what had brought Aimee to such a state, she seemed really grateful to Lucas, whatever he had done, so that… that was good. Lucas still hadn’t said a word since the revealing his power to him, and Anthony wondered if he should do the same, but well, he probably already knew. Besides, he was sure Lucas wouldn’t be scared or push him away. If the two boys, complete strangers, had one thing in common, it probably was both of them had had their share of judgement because of their abilities.

When his name was called again, Carr came closer to the bed were Aimee sat. She was speaking quietly, and in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. He sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping some distance, both to hear her better and to alleviate the pain in his limbs. Once she finished the stuttered sentence, he felt glad that he had. Not only had an enormous amount of information been thrown at him, he couldn’t really put together what Aimee had just told him. Lane…? He had always thought Lane and Aimee had little to no connection at all. Not even friends. How had they… Besides, it’s not like they hadn’t talked about things like this before. As much as Carr felt weird talking about sexuality or imagining his friends were involved in any sexual activities, ever, as a boy who had dealt with a lot of doubt about his own sexuality, there’s no way this wasn’t brought up with his best friend. But Aimee… She had never seemed confused. Quite the opposite actually, she was the one who helped Anthony figure out a lot of things. And then, somehow, in his sensitive, overprotective mind, Carr made a connection probably only he would have done, and his expression shifted from a befuddled paralysis to a strangely worried, tormented gaze.

”What was this fight about?” The tone wasn’t really the one most common in his voice. ”Aimee, you were having a bad day and… Aimee, did she take advantage of you? Cause I’ll go talk to her right now. If she did anything at all to hurt you I…"

As soon as the thought entered his mind, he shook it off, realizing how presumptuous he must sound. It was a serious threat, what he was about to say, one he expected he never would, so he told himself to stop assuming things, as he apparently had been doing a lot today. He didn’t know anything about it. It wasn’t his call. He ran a hand nervously through his head and stood up, unable to keep still.

”I'm sorry. I got carried away. Wow, this was weird, I’m really sorry. I’m just… surprised. I mean, I would never have thought… Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, it’s okay, but you know I would’ve understood. As he spoke the last word, he felt a harsh sting as the loud sound of the bell echoed in his head. Oh, God. This hangover, and Gym. Perfect. He looked at both Aimee and Lucas, with a frustrated look on his eyes, as if asking for help. ”Well, I better go… My room is unlocked. You know were I keep the hidden goods. Just don’t eat my peanut butter.”

With a deep sight and an insincere smile, he started to leave the room. Damn his consciousness. Damn school. He really, really wanted that peanut butter.

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Aimee watched the various expressions dance across Anthony's face, and she braced herself for his words. She felt awful having kept it from him for so long, but hopefully it was understandable? How could she have told him what she wasn't really sure of herself? He looked at her sternly, with a lot of protectiveness, and asked the last thing she expected. "What? No! No no, nothing like that I swear. She didn't hurt me..." Aimee said vehemently. Lane had done the exact opposite, which is something Aimee would probably never admit out loud. Looking at Carr, she was surprised that he had started to make a threat. Carr had always been so gentle, and she had always been so protective, but she supposed that he had always had that edge inside of him. His power was centralized in fear, after all.

She nodded along with him, knowing she should have told him. Idiot, you should have told him months ago... she thought to herself. She had known that he would understand, and yet for some reason she had convinced herself that it could never be spoken of again. To anyone. And look where that had gotten her. At the same time as Anthony, she heard the bell ring. However, it seemed as thought it physically hurt him to hear it. She supposed it was the after effects from last nights bonfire, and she felt bad. The last thing he probably wanted to do was go to gym class, but she knew that skipping one class had been asking a lot from him, and skipping two would have been near impossible. She smiled at him, a real smile, when he left and sighed. Leaning her head back against the wall.

Aimee's head felt almost unbearably heavy, probably a post-crying/overload migraine coming on, and she really didn't feel like opening her mouth. Luckily for her, she didn't have to when talking to Lucas. Are you going to gym, too? She asked him. While she knew Carr's thoughts almost without touching him, she had yet to really figure out Lucas's habits. Sure, she knew his past, but the past didn't make the person, and she had yet to get to know the person. What she did know was that he cared about her, and she him, but that didn't mean squat if she just ended up annoying him. Thank you...for being here. For dealing with me, she thought, her mind saying more than her words ever could.

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When Anthony apologized for calling him 'odd guy', Lucas managed a smirk. "Well, you didn't exactly call me that, you thought it, and holding thoughts against you would be a real dick move."

Anthony threw some thoughts at him, and before he could pinch the bridge of his nose and tell Anthony and Aimee both to stop having secret conversations with him like they were passing notes in front of the teacher, Aimee started snickering; it had dawned on her what Lucas had meant by "nothing like that" and contrary to Anthony's fear, she considered the thought hilarious.

Then Anthony started getting excited about Lucas and Aimee's powers, and Aimee was feeling better and thanking Lucas for what he'd done, and his hackles lowered, his muscles began to relax. He could feel the trust--trust toward him, flowing through both their minds, and he was sure it was undeserved but it felt damn good nonetheless. To be trusted. To be accepted. Hell, to simply not be labeled a freak-- and he suddenly realized they never would've done so; they were used to being called 'freaks' themselves. "No problem," he mumbled absentmindedly. Though Anthony probably is really confused as to what you're saying...

Aimee seemed to realize the same thing, and the lighthearted tone in the room faded after such a frustratingly short time. Shame and nervousness swirled in Aimee as she confessed her secret-- or at least, one of them, Lucas thought wonderingly-- and confusion and worry swirled in Anthony as he processed it. Then, something occurred to him that had never even crossed Lucas' mind, and the thought made his stomach drop.

"Aimee, did she take advantage of you? Cause I’ll go talk to her right now. If she did anything at all to hurt you I…" Anthony trailed off, realizing the force of what he was going to say, what he was threatening to do.

In that moment, briefly, Lucas saw stormclouds. He saw snakes and fire and a 50 foot drop to nothingness, grinning fangs in the darkness and the shadow of death. He heard the echoes of screams, cries of madness and fright. The color that had been burning his cheeks drained from his face. He looked at the guy sitting on the bed next to Aimee, shaking his head, running his hand anxiously through his tangle of hair, stuttering and stumbling over words. Lucas had gotten a brief glimpse of his powers before, when the guy'd considered whether Lucas knew about them or not, but this...this was not what he'd imagined they'd be.

Aimee reassured Anthony that there was no harm involved, to both the guys' relief, then the dull ringing in her and Anthony's minds happened again. Bell already? Anthony got up to head to gym, resigned to having to miss out on the peanut butter stash in his room, and Lucas couldn't help but look at him in wonder as he left. A power like that and he still puts up with gym class? This school is luckier than it realizes...

Now it was only Aimee and Lucas, like last night. He was humbled that Anthony trusted him enough already to leave her in his hands, though he kept trying to tell himself it was only for the sake of attendance. Aimee was getting a pretty bad headache and it was starting to hurt him too, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She directed some thoughts towards him because she was too fatigued to speak.

"Deal with you?" he said incredulously. Then, flatly, "What the hell are you talking about."

He shook his head. "This isn't...this isn't dealing with you. Makes it sound like you're some sort of burden. You're hurt and sick; how could I--we not make sure you were alright? I should...I should be thanking you for dealing with me." Looking down, he continued, "Last night...you didn't have to put up with my bullshit for two whole hours, but you did. And now you think you're annoying me?"

"I don't really wanna go to gym," he said solemnly, memories of shouting coaches and collapsing with fatigue in his head, "and I don't really want to leave you alone when you're like this. So, if you're ok with this--with me being around..." He looked at her and simply shrugged.

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For someone with a life so uneventful, this morning, paired with the raging hangover, was a lot more agitated than Carr had expected or wished it would be. He took his time walking the corridors. He had never been someone very active, and if the school would allow it, standing up to get more food while playing video games would be the only exercise he’d get, so with Aimee not being there, the idea of running around campus in complete silence didn’t seem like the dandiest morning ever. There would really be nothing to distract him, and distraction was something he was deeply in need of right now.

Every word both Aimee and Lucas spoke to him now echoed ceaselessly in his mind. Something was bothering him, and he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. It wasn’t Lucas’ power or Aimee’s revelation really, it was something… Behind it. On how strange and unfamiliar it sounded. As if the mist that kept last night’s memories at a distance had spread to now conceal more time, more important, meaningful time. When had all of that happened? Why was he not there? What was Aimee so upset about that lead her to… And what did Lane, of all people, know about it? There had always been an odd distance between Lane and himself that felt uncomfortable. They were both close friends to Erin, but overtime they would find themselves in a situation where they were both hanging out with her, it just seemed like there were different conversations going on, and Carr wouldn’t be one to dare approach Lane alone.

If that they Carr had to guess ho the mind reader was, he’d say Lane. He was still pacing down the hallway on his way to class, with his eyes on the ground and his head full of thoughts about the girl when she seemed to simply appear a few feet away. As soon as he noticed her presence, he glanced at all directions, trying desperately to find another path, anywhere he could go and not bump into her. Seeing no escape route, he examined her intently for a second, and the image of Aimee, red eyes and and the trail of tears on her cheeks, flashed before his eyes. He could tell there was some anger building up inside his chest, but repressed it firmly as he fixated his gaze not he floor again. I know nothing. I saw nothing. This could mean anything. Leave her alone.

He started to walk again, faster this time, his hands tapped nervously on his thighs and his eyes blinked in a uncomfortable, unnatural way. You don’t know her. This has nothing to do with you. You’ll only… Anthony came to a stop just as he was about to open the doors before him. Without turning, or moving again even an inch, the words slipped out of his mouth, he couldn’t recognize his own voice, he couldn’t even tell if he had actually said it or just thought it.

”Lane.”

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Lane makes her way down the hallway silently. Head down, hands pressed against the strings of her bag which dig into her shoulders. She's not necessary wandering, more at a sick of life and tired pace. The walk isn't a long one. Just out the locker room doors straight down one hall, take a short cut outside, and then turn right once your in the next building. A nap sounds really great right now Lane thinks to herself, the first thought that wasn't about Aimee, since she began her way. She hadn't passed anyone in the hallway yet, as most students were in their classes by now. However, as she turns right down the hall of the dorm building, a boy seems to be walking towards her, or simply the opposite way of her.

It's Anthony. Erin's friend. At first Lane doesn't think much of it because It's just little Anthony But soon her thoughts shift. They shift to last night. Anthony sitting with Aimee. They were friends, definitely good friends. Is he coming out of Aimee's dorm? Was he with her? Her eyes dart from the ground to the walls, taking only a quick glance at the boy and he comes closer. Lane is just about sure they will pass with out conversing when he says her name. She stops, no freezes. "Yes?" Her voice comes out as though she'd just gotten in trouble. Just little Anthony, it's just him....what did Aimee tell you..... She lifts her head to look at him..

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Anthony doesn’t turn or lifts his head, actually, he gives absolutely no indication that he is aware of Lane having said anything. He just stands in silence, a silence that seems to set the teens miles apart even though they’re just a few steps away from each other. He doesn’t really know what he meant to say, or if he had meant to say anything at all, really, but he wanted Lane to know he had been with Aimee seconds ago, he needed her to know that he knew something, he needed her to know he had seen. And to realize that if anything was wrong with Aimee, she would be hearing of him as well. He thought for a moment what Erin would think, if this encounter would make her upset at all. But he didn’t mind. She should understand.

After not looking at Lane and being quiet for a uncomfortable minute, he faced her and his expression was a mixture of an apology and a warning. As if he somehow understood what she, Lane, was going through, but had to say something so that he could get himself out of some complicated situation. ”I don’t know the half of it. You probably didn’t do anything wrong, or didn’t mean to. His voice did’t sound cool or composed as he had planned it, it actually was almost a whisper, full of uncertainty, but this was probably the first time Lane would not hear him stuttering or apologizing. ”But you really should try not to upset Aimee. And I’ll try not to upset you.”

Head still hurting, face flushed and breath shallow, Anthony continued making his way to class without looking back. He would be late. He didn’t mind.

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The bell rung about two minutes ago, so lunch begins in three minutes. Everyone is either on their way to lunch or currently at lunch.

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We are now in the final class of the Summer day. Feel free to write up a finishing post for your character mulling anything over, or a collaboration if your character shares a class with another's. After this we will probably skip ahead a week or so, making this a good chance to give a character's "final say" on anything that happened today or last night, so to speak.