My second return to the boarding school known as Mercado Academy would be the most redundant thing I have ever experienced. All I knew, was that I was lucky enough to have avoided all human life; especially considering my complete lack of a fashionable outfit. That, of course, goes completely against all semblance of my past fame for always having the exclusive benefit of a completely designer wardrobe. Including, even, my pajamas. Ah, the benefits of having extremely rich parents who just want you to avoid causing any kind of issue.

Right, at the moment I’m wearing a white tank-top and grey sweatpants; not to mention the severe jet lag I really wished I could have avoided. Oh well, that’s one of the tortures of being from Britain. Another torture of being British was that very annoying British accent I just couldn’t get rid of completely. I had been working on it all summer and had failed miserably. It was nearly as bad, but once I got too casual I resorted back to my Cockney.

Anyways, upon arriving at my room in the appropriate building (because yes, I once again walked into the wrong building) I found no roommate (as of yet) and all of my bags in the middle of the floor. This meant I got to choose which side of the room I wanted. After all, “ye snooze ye loose.” I chuckled and immediately went for the side with the largest window and closet, this involved dragging all of my bags with me. Two had ALL of my hair and make-up supplies. Another had all of my shoes, one had all of my accessories, denim, shirts, dresses, and finally items to personalize my room with. I did a LOT shopping over summer.

Immediately, I picked up my cell-phone and called the mover I had temporarily hired. He brought in some of the furniture I like to put in my room. It didn’t take him long because he had been waiting at the entrance to the building so he quickly arrived when I gave him my room number. He left soon after and I thanked and paid him. Then I finished decorating my side of the dorm room until absolute perfection. Then I unpacked my clothes and stuck them in my closet.

Then I changed. Obviously. I wasn’t going to keep wearing this stupid outfit. I grabbed a more, designer outfit (but still comfortable). Finally my hair needed something done with it, so I brushed it out and then straightened it so that I could curl it. In the end I had a curly hairstyle with a white fuzzy bow in her hair.

There we go. All better. I walked over to my window and looked outside. Dark clouds had pitched their tents, and the cavalry of winds were rushing down on their enemies, us. Yet they had yet to rain their wet bullets upon us. More than likely it would be one of those nice cool and not sunny day. Just the way I like it. Bring it on weather! I’ll take you on any day. That was I’ll admit aside from the point. Anyways, I should probably go get my schedule considering that was the real purpose I had arrived earlier than everyone else. “Well, I gander my part, now it's time to get to the real business.” I took one last look at my room that I had spent a good portion of my day decorating. Yep, it was worth it.

Elizabeth quickly stepped out of a black Mercedes, in hand an electric guitar in it's rightful case, in her right hand, and in her left, a violin in its case as well. On her back, she had a small white backpack which looked more decorative than useful, when truely it only held things like money and nick knacks. Quickly one would see on Elizabeth's right shoulder, was a small, human looking doll. No, in fact it was human, or as human as her creations could get. It appeared to be a boy, roughly the age of fourteen to sixteen. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful porcelain skin. His clothes, an unmistakable black tuxedo. He looked around as Elizabeth looked back, finding her butler behind her. "Miss Marlen, your bags, would you like me to ca-" Elizabeth glared at the man coldly, "I can take care of myself, Tom." the butler sighed, as if he knew that would be the answer, and was all too used to it. The boy on her shoulder smiled a bit, kicking his legs out of boredom. "Remi, sit still." She turned around as the butler strapped her bag onto her back, making it look like the five foot one girl would soon fall over.

She was not looking forward to this place, she never wanted to go here. She in fact was a senior, going on her first year at this school. Her parents had to pull strings to get her into the proper level classes, such as level three classes and an advanced placement class, things she would have been in or already surpassed at home. In fact, her home curriculum was more of a college curriculum than anything. Her parents, though they paid almost not attention to her, did always force the best education upon her, always having her in the highest of classes. While she excelled academically, she also excelled at other things, art, music, if video games could count. But music, Elizabeth was an actual musical prodigy, in addition, she even possessed abilities that allowed her to manipulate music. She was sure to enroll herself in choir and orchestra here, she could not help herself, she had the hopes that she would enjoy some of the classes, and she thought those might be two of them. The rest of the classes, or non electives, well, she had long surpassed those level of classes - she would surely be bored out of her fucking mind.

Dismissing her butler, who then stood by the Mercedes watching her walk towards what appeared to be a dorm building, she sighed to herself. She had been homeschooled most of her life give or take three years of a private high school. As she walked, she surely looked ridiculous, Elizabeth had two large musical instrument cases in her hands, one on each side, on her back luggage and a backpack, and on her shoulder a miniature boy. She had shoulder length blonde hair, or at least that was how it appeared as it was layered in the front and the back was up making it appear like shoulder length hair altogether. Her skin was extremely pale, her eyes were a crystal blue somewhat grey color, and her eyelashes so long and dark they looked like they belonged to a doll, or like they were falsies. She had on a very short white and black dress, with black slipper flats. In her hair she had some freshly picked white flowers which was connected with various small white beads. She had on as always black eyeliner. But to describe her in short, Elizabeth was a twig, she was thin, with stick legs.

Her expression was cold, serious, she radiated an aura that seemed to scream mess with me and I'll kill you. Whether or not that was really possible, well, that was questionable, but not impossible. Elizabeth's childhood was nothing of a happy one. Her parents didn't raise her, the 'help' did. She experienced and went through learning her so called powers alone, although her nannys, maids, and butlers were always aware, but one does not know how to handle what they do not understand. As a young child, discovering you can control your own blood, is a little...needless to say not the average for a young one. Realizing you can create human life was something that was just interesting. Elizabeth was not fond of having to room with someone, she had always had her own room minus the fact she shared them with her 'creations'. She had always been in charge of everyone, the house, her own things, what the 'help' did or didn't do. The thought of rooming with some complete stranger, a possible moron. "Fuck the world." she mumbled under her breath. "It will be okay master, perhaps you may even like it here." Remi said, smiling. Elizabeth had the desire to whack him off her shoulder in that moment, but of course she would not do that. Still, this place was not somewhere she wanted, or needed to be. She wasn't looking forward to it in the least.

Elizabeth remembered that her dorm number was 201B, so she headed through the dorms, looking for the stairs - too stubborn to take an elevator. She walked up the stairs, her bags swaying on her back, Remi mumbling things under his breath, something to do with an elevator and stubbornness. "Hush you, we're almost there." she said sternly. "I could have carried you, why must you never let me help?" Remi asked sweetly. Yes, Remi had the capability to be the size of a normal human, true, he could have helped - but she always forbid him from doing so. Not to say, he didn't disobey her from time to time. Finally she made it to the second floor, reaching a large spacious hallway, "Ah there you are." she said, finding the room. She opened the door quickly, swinging it open causing it to hit the wall, immediately she noticed, to her dismay, someone was already there. It seemed the room was decorated, it was done almost in a professional matter, neat and clean. Someone already had their belongings put away, and that someone was sitting by the window, glancing outside. Remi looked up at Elizabeth, "You should introduce yourself, make friends." Elizabeth completely ignored him. She was not good at making friends or making nice, in fact, she had never had a friend in her entire life. She walked over to the empty bed which wasn't decorated, and put down her electric guitar and violin - treating them like glass. She then swung over her bags without a care tossing them onto the bed, causing them to almost fall off, but not quite.

Stepping out of his car, it wasn’t the most coolest car in the world... in fact it was a hooptie (older car) it had been with him since he turned sixteen and had never broken down. It looked as if it had come right off the lot; it was a 2008 Ford Explorer and black in color. He kissed his hand and smacked the car lightly; turning to the massive school he gulped hard and sighed nervously.
He rummaged in his stylish red and black book bag taking out a slightly bend couple pieces paper and read it out loud in his rather deep and silky, Spanish accented voice.

“Okay... Cuando (where)? Room 204b... Okays let’s do it.”

He chuckled quietly to himself and began walking toward the ornate door as his head lifted looking at the height and regality of the school.

Being from the ghetto the schools never looked like this before, Eric and just transferred in from a high school in the ghetto. He was well... Still is a banger (gang member) but is surprisingly smart for someone from an area where perpetuation of stereotypes is always present.

Snapping from his mental ramblings and tripping over a stair and quickly looking around seeing if anyone had seen it. “Gracia Dios...” (Thank god) making way up the stairs and finally to his room
“Dirante… (Damn!) Looking around defiantly wasn’t in the hood no more. He looked around the well-lit and classy room and set his bag and suitcase by the bed on the left and sat down in awe of his surroundings.

Head throbbing, heart pounding, the Freshman jitters had hit Damien the moment he arrived and was left alone. His ability was less than interesting -- just a look at what had and would happen and what was going on -- and he had little in ways of defending himself. Not fun. He scampered off to his dorm room, almost getting lost in the vastness of the building, and stopped when he found what he thought was his door. He looked between the paper and the number several times before opening the door and going in.

He was the first to make it to the room. Also not fun.

Damien set his bag down on the bed that he was claiming and took in the full appearance of the room. His room at home had been smaller, more compressing. And he was still alone. He left the door open, halfway hoping that either his roommate would take that as an open invitation or that someone would wander in -- he hated to be alone -- but he wasn't counting on it.

To calm himself, he arranged what he had brought with him to what he felt was the appropriate place for each.

Once Kyung Kim got off the airplane, he had no idea why people were tired or sick. Jet-lag? This little Asian boy didn't have anything close to it. He felt fine, better even. He actually felt really hyper, being cooped up in the airplane for long, did that to kid like him. He immediately ask for directions to the academy before finding a taxi and making his way to his new home. Stepping out of the fifth bus he took (he got lost, ending up apologizing to the driver and finding other ways of transport), he finally made it to the school. "Ye! I finally made it!" He picked up his two fairly big suitcases as he walked pass the gates and onto the dorms. He was given his dorm number in advance. He was going to have a roommate...he's never been able to really interact with people. He may this bright kid who never shuts up, but people usually stay away from him. He thinks it might of came from his abilities...but he thinks his power are the most awesome thing on earth! He's like a mini Spiderman! He will admit he does have...weird sleeping habits, but they can get over it, right? Finally finding the dorms, he made his search to find his dorm. He started to wonder what his roommate will be like. Hopefully they wouldn't be scared of his abilities. Finding the number, he smiled big. He breathed in and out, opening the door. Seeing another boy already sitting in a bed. The Asian skipped into the room, setting his suitcases by the other bed before hopping in front of the other boy. He brought his hand out and smiled again. "Annyeonghaseyo! The name's Kyung Kim, but my English name is Alice. I would rather you call me that though. What's your name?" He may have been overdoing it, but he really needed to get this energy out,one way or another.

["Ye!" translates to "Yes!" and "Annyeonghaseyo!" translates to "Hi!"]

December cursed as she got out of her Silver Mustang, her blue strands of hair getting in her eyes as she tried to open the trunk. "Piece of--" she mumbled as she got it open and reached in, grabbing her two big suitcases. Getting them both out with a thud, she sighed, then slammed the trunk shut. She really did not understand why she decided upon purchasing a 2013 Mustang; the title sounded completely stupid and it was way more than she needed. Maybe it was just the color. Looking into the bag on her shoulder, she checked to see that she did not leave her phone and iPod in the car as she normally did.
Dragging her bags behind her, she then started walking at a fast pace towards the entrance of the school. Her second year here, and she was already kind of fed up with it. It wasn't that the place itself was unpleasant, it was the simple fact that December got bored of things extremely fast. Sighing as she did the usual checking in routine, she headed towards the dorms, already knowing she had the same dorm room she had last year, 205B. Opening the door, she dropped the two suitcases down and put her other bag on the bed near the window. She always liked having a view of the outside, for it allowed her not to feel trapped. Hopefully her roommate wasn't going to fuss over the sleeping adjustments.
She unzipped the first suitcase, taking out her laptop and her charger, which she quickly plugged into the nearest outlet. She felt the electricity through the chord, and smiled at the warm feeling it gave her. She knew her hair must be glowing a bright blue, and decided to drop it. This wasn't the time to blow up a fuse.

“Emery, try hard on your studies, but make some friends too. Okay, hun?” His mother smiled brightly but her voice wavered a bit; she was just as nervous as he was. Emerson nodded slowly, gaze turning up to the huge twisting buildings that were the academy.
“Go on, Em!” His father gave him a friendly slap on the back that pushed him towards the dorm building. He looked back at his father, standing proudly beside his mother.
With a deep breath Emerson readjusted the bags in his hands and strapped over his shoulder, and set off to find his dorm holding a campus map before him in hands that threatened to quiver.

He finally found his way to the dorms, managing not to get lost. His steps slowed as he made his way down the hallway where his room should be. 203...204...205... Ah, but what was this? Damn, he thought I thought I’d be here early enough to be alone. The door was open at 206b. Someone must already be inside. He’d been told that he’d have a roommate but it didn’t register that he’d actually be living with another person until now. He shuffled his feet uneasily, but made himself take another deep breath and pushed his way through the doorway.

He blinked. Emerson had no idea of what to expect from the other students at school, but this scrawny boy was perhaps not it. Well, he certainly didn’t look mean or had any visible weird ability. In fact, he was just sitting on his bed and his side of the room was already set up neatly. Emery walked silently over to the leftover side of the spacey dorm room and dropped his bags beside the wall. He started putting away some basic things, but left the rest in his bags. He would get organized later.
He went to sit slowly on his bed. It was comfortable, he noted happily. In fact, he was feeling better about this school as he gazed out the window. He pulled a small smile and turned to the other boy, pulling his fingers through scruffy red-brown hair.

“Hi, I’m Emerson.”

The last item that Damien moved was a bag that jingled faintly, and it was placed right beside his pillow, just as his roommate finished greeting him. The bag held everything he needed for slight-of-hand magic tricks, from a water bottle to a spoon, and from magician's string to a trick "rubber" knife. He never intended to give a free show without first making friends with Emerson, but it wasn't an impossibility.

He gave Emerson a look-over, not seeming to hear him at first, to determine if the other would end up being his nightmare roommate scenario or someone he could get along with and even enjoy talking to. The future was always unclear, but the nightmare scenario was beginning to fade. Damien finally gave a slight smile in return, thinking back to the thirty seconds ago that Emerson spoke, and re-listened to his introduction. He hadn't caught it the first time.

"I'm Damien," he replied as he slid off his bed and stood. He looked up at Emerson, though their height wasn't that far apart, and turned his attention to a different, more pressing thought.

They would be living together. That brought up an entirely new set of problems. Though he wasn't homophobic, was the other guy on that side of the fence? It wasn't an impossibility. Or, worse, was he completely straight and a slut cake to boot? The entire concept of being kept awake by the sounds of teenage extracurricular activities put a sour taste in his mouth. Had the future been clearer, he might have been able to quell his doubts then and there, but he was left to detest what was to come, whatever it was.

He focused on what the other boy's voice had sounded like, blocking the thousands and millions of other voices from the past, the future, and even the present, along with the emotions and thoughts they held. Damien wasn't perfect at blocking what he heard out -- he could hardly do more than silence the future -- but it was enough to make out voices speaking directly to him on some days by muffling them as poor background noise. Other days, he constantly looked into the past, as he had with Emerson's greeting, to avoid looking like an idiot and having others repeat themselves over and over again.

Damien turned his gaze back to Emerson. He didn't know how big Emerson was on conversations, but he hoped that he wasn't a chatterbox, if only because he could take the time to think and repeat what he heard and actually respond.

Lux stepped out of the bright yellow cab that had picked her up at the airport with her video camera in hand. She paid the driver and pulled her large backpack from the cab before looking around. She spun in a circle a few times and smiled "Not bad" she mumbled and turned her camera on. Lux strapped the camera to her hand so she could film her every step before making her way towards the enormous building in front of her. She walked slowly with a skip in her step and smiled at everyone she passed earning her a few odd looks.

When she stepped into the building she stopped and sighed, it was one of the most incredible places she has ever seen. She looked down at her papers and studied her room number. "203B...203B" She muttered and walked down the hallway, all the while filming everyone that passed "Future film maker coming through! Touch the camera and before you know it you'll have wooden blocks instead of hands!" she shouted at a few passing students.

Finally reaching her room Lux knocked on the door lightly before walking in to find she was the first one there. She dropped her bag on the bed beside the window and carefully started hanging her clothes in her closet. After that was done she left to find some people to talk to...and film.

Lux skipped down the hall and looked in a few doorways "Hello? Anybody here?"

Emerson nodded. Damien. He seemed chill enough, though Emery wasn't sure what that look on his face was. Or his ability. He shrugged off the itch to know and turned away, deciding that now would be as good a time as any to unpack after all.

He hoped he wasn't being too rude as he took his iPod from his backpack and set it in his ears. Damien didn't seem really talkative anyways so he relaxed and bobbed his head lightly, going about the room and unloading his bags. Clothes in the dresser, linens on the bed, papers on the desk. Soon Emery had set up everything the way he liked it. He paused, hands on his hips as he took in his side of the dorm room. The furniture given to them was clean and nice. Maybe he would add some pictures to the walls. Anyways, if he did need something it wasn't like he couldn't just drive home one weekend and pick it up.

Hanging his backpack by a strap over the top of his chair, Emery flopped onto the bed. He looked out the window. It was so cool how the building crossed over each other and the roofs were all grassy like earth. He couldn't wait to go up there for a walk, maybe take a flight for an aerial view or something. But then he frowned, thinking of what the other students would be like. What if they saw him? His gaze flicked back to Damien, wondering what things they could possibly do. Would there be anyone that could shape-shift like him? Or were there any dangerous powers? Emery's heart fluttered in fear, even though he could become just as much a predator.

He grabbed his class list. What kind of classes where 'Power control' or stuff like that, anyway? He didn't worry about the normal classes, but he could see the extra classes being fun or very scary. In unease and apprehension he got up and paced the length of his bed before busying himself with inspecting the kitchenette and bathroom. Nice, up-to-date he noticed.

He turned off his iPod and wondered if he should go out for a walk, but ended up just going back to his bed and studying the campus map he had. Definitely didn't want to get lost, he thought as he heard someone call out.
"Hello? Anybody here?"
Emerson jumped in surprise, being hastily brought out of his thoughts. He put his papers back on his desk and walked over to the still-open door. He poked his head out into the hallway, looking about for the voice. Amber eyes widened at the dark-haired, energetic girl making her way down the hallway. He looked around to see if anyone else was out, but he guessed not too many because she was alone. He fidgeted, wondering if he'd already been spotted but remembered his mother's words. Make friends.

Emerson stepped out into the hallway and brought up a hand in a wave, eyeing the video camera. "Hi. I.. Is your dorm nearby?"

"Hi. I.. Is your dorm nearby?"
Lux looked toward the direction she heard the voice come from and instantly smiled "Yeah actually, 203B...I think" She looked at the boy and walked toward him and stuck her bright red nail polished hand out "Alexus Holbrook. But everyone just calls me Lux."
She examined the boy in front of her and tried to figure out what his talent was, usually she could tell by just looking at someone what they could do. She looked up at him and saw him eyeing her video camera and stopped recording "Sorry, it's a habit" she smiled at him sweetly and moved her long hair over her shoulder.
The boy was taller than her by a couple inches and had lovely amber coloured eyes which made her think his talent may have something to do with animals.

Damien held a hand to his head as he saw some girl skip down the hall, though he hadn't moved from his earlier position. He saw her express her liking of the place, and he saw her threaten the students over her camera. Energetic. Distracting. She was interesting, no doubt.

He glanced over to Emerson, in the same instant seeing him play with the placement of his items and his iPod. Damien had one them, too, but he hadn't put it on because he knew that he'd just get a history lesson about whatever song he picked in the new environment. The place usually didn't affect his powers beyond providing more information than he needed. Had he turned on a popular song, he might have seen how many kids had listened to it in the past at the school, or maybe he would have found a teacher that listened to the song often enough, or, maybe better, nothing would have come from it. Whatever the case, Damien was too new to the area to bother with extra visions.

The live-action voices dragged Damien from his thoughts in that instant. Already, it seemed Emerson was chatting up the ladies, though not in such a bad way. He almost seemed shy. This made Damien smile. If he was shy, he could rest at ease at night. Shy was a blessing.

To prove his theory, he focused on Emerson again, but, this time, he focused on thoughts and feelings, not just his voice. Every emotion and every thought were either part of the past or the present, and each one had a uniqueness to it. What Damien got from him was the flash of a memory, something about making friends, and a sense of... It felt like nervousness mixed with curiosity, but he had been wrong before with emotions. Emotions were different for every person, even if they were directly translated without the need for confusing words.

Curious himself, Damien followed Emerson's example and went to the doorway, mostly to watch. He leaned against the door frame and peeked his head out of the room, looking to the camera.

He hated cameras. They were like a pool of information sitting in both the past and the present. Movies gave him headaches, even music, sometimes. It was the connection of information to the current -- a time within a time without being out of time -- but separate and not. People lived on in movies when they should have been long dead, and, never could a movie be completely erased from the world. Even if every copy was destroyed, it lived on in unwritten history and Damien's headaches.

He put a hand on his head, squinting a bit at the camera. He was practically making a face at it in protest, childishly, but he couldn't touch it. He didn't want his hands to be changed into anything other than maybe water-logged, prune hands from swimming, and even that was undesirable.

Emerson couldn't help but smile back, shaking her hand. "I'm Emerson. I've got a couple of nicknames I guess." He looked back into the room, unsure of the way she looked at him like trying to pull information out of his skin. Not in a mean way, but he wanted to change the subject. "I'm in 206b with Damien..." Emery turned to see Damien had gotten up from his bed and was watching them from the doorway.

Damien was glaring at the camera as a young child would pout. Emery held back a chuckle, but was also relieved when Lux put it away.

Her energy was catching, however, and Em was quickly feeling more comfortable around her. "Is this your first year?" He asked. He wasn't sure about giving away his ability, but was now wondering about hers. Something with technology, hence the camera? Emerson was curious as to what types of powers there even were. Were some kids like superheros or something? He'd never heard of a superhero being able to morph into a cat or bird.

He brought his attention back to Lux. "I'm a sophomore but It's my first time in a place like... this." he laughed quietly, nervously.

December decided that she was bored after being in the room for less than five minutes. Looking over at her two bags, she exhaled. She could always deal with her crap later, and besides, she wasn't that organized in the first place. She grabbed her iPod and was about to turn it on when she heard voices talking down the hall. Yay, new people, she thought, and quickly skipped to the door, opening it in one swift motion.
Glancing out into the hall, he saw three people standing there talking, and quickly made her way over to them, planting a grin on her face. She didn't exactly know if she should just say hi or wait, so she sat there like an imbecil. She felt her iPod in her hand quickly warm up, then looking down, she noticed that it started turning off then on. She just hoped people wouldn't want to shake her hand, getting shocked by her wasn't pleasant.

Lux smiled apologetically at Damien after putting her camera away, sometimes she forgot that not everyone was so fascinated with them as she was.

"This is my first year too. And I also happen to be a sophomore as well, this is actually my first time being away form home like ever." she quickly scanned the hall again and was still amazed at the size of it "My house is barely even bigger than my dorm room and we have to squeeze six of us in there."
Lux looked down at the slightly scuffed up shiny black high heels she had borrowed from her sister so she could 'make a good impression' as Cecily had put it, apparently the way to do that was wearing ridiculous shoes.

She looked back up at the boys and twisted a strand of hair around her finger "So, Damien, have you been here before because if not you can join our little newbie club" she beamed at both of them.

Damien quit his child's play and turned to look at the new-new person. They were attracting quite a crowd, and, with that, more thoughts and feelings. He sighed softly and plastered a smile on his face, waving to her. He was just glad that the song on her iPod went off; it was less technology to think about and deal with.

He stood straight and stepped to the side so that he wasn't in the doorway or touching the frame or wall. There was something that he liked about her -- probably the fact that she didn't talk instantly. His plastered smile molded into more of a natural look before the second was up.

He turned to look at the other girl when she spoke and shook his head. "Freshman, through-and-through."

Alex got out of the cab, looking at the academy for the second time. How her parents loved to ship her off here. They were scared of her, though they would never admit it. They had every right to though, they had watched her drop an eagle from the sky just by looking at it. But at least they bought her whatever she wanted so she wouldn't hurt them.

Getting out she handed a ten to the cab driver if her would carry her suitcases for her. She had about four suitcases so she took one of them and let him take the rest. How easy it was to have others do what you want. There were small bags as well, carrying things she wanted and would not fit in with her other things. She grabbed those and walked to her dorm.

Looking at the map at the entrance of the dorm building she mumbled to herself. 203B...203B...ah! There it is! Good thing there's an elevator, I couldn't make it up a flight of stairs with this stuff!." She looked over at the cab driver realizing he had more and gave a quick smile before going to the elevator. She opened it and went in, pressing the buttong just as the driver got in. When it opened moments later she emerged to see a girl with a camera. "Good thing I'm not camera shy." She said to herself. Aparently the cab driver was though because his face turned red when he saw the red light on it. "Let's just hurry and get to your room miss." Miss? She liked that. Walking up to 203B she saw it was already open. She hoped she got the right bed, she prefered it.

Walking in she set her stuff on the right bed and had the Driver do the same. Giving him an extra five dollars he rushed out. Smiling to herself she left most of her stuff in the room but brushed her hair quickly. She saw herself in the mirror and smiled. People say beauty doesn't come without pain, well she controlled pain, so she guessed their wods were true. Walking out of the doorways she approached the two in the hall and said, "Hey, I'm Alex. Room 203B."

December bit her lip slightly as she looked at the boy who just spoke. Another smile twitched at her lips, and she finally spoke. "Hi. I'm December."
The iPod in her hand was still turning on and off, and pretty soon a spark of electricity lit up the neon blue cover. "Oh, shit," she cursed, dropping the iPod and stomping on it twice. It didn't do much, and she felt the sparks sink into the ground as the iPod died. She blushed and looked down at her shoes, feeling too humiliated to say anything else. What a great way to meet a new set of people.

Lux looked at both the girls who joined them and beamed. "Hey Alex! I'm your roommate, you can call me Lux" she then turned to December who looked a bit embarrassed. "Electricity manipulation right? That's so cool. I wish my talent was actually interesting like yours is, is it hard to control?" Okay...so Lux had a bit of an obsession with other people's talents, so what? She's never met anyone else with talents before.

December looked up at Lux, and immediately smiled, feeling thankful that no one had any rude comments to make. She made a mental note to purchase another iPod soon. "Oh, thanks, it's something, alright...what's your talent?" she asked Lux, then waved to Alex.

Damien watched as the iPod was murdered further and listened as Lux stated what her power was. He had to agree: It was pretty cool. He looked over to Emerson, feeling as though he was closest to him, if only because he had met him first, and now they were outnumbered by girls. That was also pretty cool in his book. He picked up the iPod for December and offered it back to her. It was dead anyway, right? It couldn't shock him... right? He didn't see it shocking him in the near future, but there was so much going on, who knew?

December smiled at the boy, taking the iPod from his hand. She was extra careful so that he wouldn't get shocked, and she gazed at him a little while longer. He was cute, she thought to herself, then mentally slapped herself in the back of the head. NO! You're not supposed to be thinking like this already! Running a hand through her blue strands of hair, she looked at the other people around her. She liked them, but she always felt a bit suffocated when surrounded by more than two people. Looking down at her neon blue nails, she decided to listen to what the others had to say and just keep quiet. And maybe sneak some glances here and there at a certain someone.

Lux smiled back at December "Well my talent is nothing compared to that but I can manipulate objects. You know, change their shape, colour and texture and I can move them. Mostly small objects though, nothing big. OH! And I can do smaller body parts like hands and feet. I'll show you." She pulled her camera back out of her pocket and focussed intently on it before it morphed into a deck of cards, a mirror and back to a camera again. she shook her hand out after to get rid of the tingling that happened when she held an object she was manipulating.

Alex looked at Lux changed something and made a impressed look on her face. But she had been here a year longer than her, she would have to do better than that. Looking around she sighed. Unless she was to hurt herself or slap them she wouldn't be able to show her power. Nobody would want to be hurt so she could take it away and she was sure nobody wanted her to give them pain. But there had been something she had been practicing that she could try. At first she could only take obvious pains, but recently she had been focusing on smaller, less painful things. It was harder, but she managed to get rid a a mere ache in the back once.

Looking around she asked, "Does anybody have an ache, so back pains from a plane, neck hurting, anything?" She wouldn't want to actually hit somebody on the first day. Even if she healed it she wouldn't be on the best of terms with them. Looking at the camera she wondered if it still recorded while it was something else. Probably not, but it makes one wonder.

Hearing his name or seeing his face in a thought was, in a way, a bother, but there were always interesting things attached to it. He couldn't help but notice that a cute girl thought he was cute, but he wasn't going to give that away without reason. Emotions, though they seemed nice, did little in the end. If there was anything his parents had shown him, it was that nothing good lasted forever, and his power confirmed that.

Damien ran a hand through his hair, processing everything a little slowly, if only because there seemed to only be more going on since the last ten seconds he tried to focus on the present. He replayed what one of the girls said a few times to make sure he heard everything correctly before he dared speaking. His timing was always a little awkward in conversation in situations where multiple people were gathered. "I have a headache," he stated and turned his head to look at Alex. What did that have to do with anything? He had completely missed that everyone was showing off their powers.