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Alex Jenning

Everyone here has a gift, it's just not everybody chooses to use it.

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a character in “Mercado Academy”, as played by gezzygezzy

Description

Appearance: Image
Character’s Name: Alex Jenning
Age and Birthdate: 16 years old, July 4
Grade: 10th
Classes:
- English
- Geography
- Algebra 2
- Chemistry
- Power control
- Defense Against Other Powers
- Concentration Practice
- Hip Hop dance 3
- Art 3
- Creative Writing
Ability: Can control pain
Bio and Personality: Alex is really what you would call one born to be noticed. She doesn't care about what others think yet everybody wants to hang around her. She loves her power and doesn't mind using it. She joined every class she could to enhance her abilitiesand figures that she can pass them easy with her ability. She doesn't believe in just being given something and works to get it. She's also rather mysterious though which is why I will NOT be telling you her past. I know, that may bug some of you:P

So begins...

Alex Jenning's Story

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Character Portrait: December Elle Indigo Character Portrait: Alex Jenning Character Portrait: Lux
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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.

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Character Portrait: Damien Zane Lesedi Character Portrait: December Elle Indigo Character Portrait: Alex Jenning
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#, as written by Shakoa
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.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Voden Character Portrait: Tucker Burns Character Portrait: Damien Zane Lesedi Character Portrait: December Elle Indigo Character Portrait: Emerson McKnight Character Portrait: Alex Jenning Character Portrait: Lux
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Emerson laughed at Lux. He was really starting to feel at ease, even when each new person came up. December was shy at first, but of course Lux brought her out from hugging the wall. And Alex, too. Emerson shot Damien a laughing smile; outnumbered by girls already, the younger boy sure seemed to be more exited.

When they started talking about powers, however, Emerson got really excited. He stood straighter, listening in awe at their explanations. December’s power surprised him when she didn’t seem to be able to control her… electricity? And what could Alex mean by asking them if they were hurt? He shook his head slowly. No aches and pains here.

But when Lux changed her camera and fixed December’s iPod like new, he couldn’t help but gawk. His hands fell to his sides and his amber eyes were open wide. He wanted to ask if she could possibly shape-shift other things – living things, herself. Like him! But he shied slightly, still feeling awkward when the girls chatted so easily about their abilities. He glanced another look at Damien. He hadn’t shared anything, either. Emerson still wanted to ask Lux about her abilities, but was surprised by yet more newcomers.

Who was that older girl pushing through? Emery ducked his head and quickly stepped against the wall, frowning slightly. Everyone had seemed so nice… and there was another boy, too, relaxing against the wall further down the hallway. How long had he been there? Emerson scolded himself; in a school full of kids with powers, he should watch his back.
But he had to agree with December. They should move. He chose this chance to speak up, suggesting an idea. “We could go outside,” he said, clearing this throat. It took a breath to talk to so many people, but he did want to listen to them and get to know them – he’d be living and learning with them after all – and he’d get to check out the campus grounds outside. Killing two birds with one stone, so-to-speak.

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Character Portrait: Damien Zane Lesedi Character Portrait: December Elle Indigo Character Portrait: Emerson McKnight Character Portrait: Alex Jenning
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To put it simply, Damien was completely lost. He couldn't keep up with so many people in one confined area, so many thoughts, feelings, emotions, pasts, present turning to past, reborn technology, and all of it; he was overwhelmed. If this was how school was going to be, he was ready to go into hibernation. All he could do was lean against the wall and listen as best as he could, replaying words over and over and--

He stopped his thoughts when the headache disappeared. His eyes went wide, the headache no small matter to him. It might have only been a little pain, but little pains tended to grow, and he had guessed that a migraine was coming. He found it easier to predict his future and people he knew better, if only because he had something of a personal bias on how they would react to given situations. Guess work.

"It's a lot better, thank you." Damien ran a hand through his own hair, not disbelieving, but he hadn't expected that second to be the second the pain left. "My power can't really be shown off." It wasn't that he couldn't, but he wouldn't. There was no point in saying the past, as it had already happened, and the future could easily be wrong. He could say someone's thoughts, but that might be considered intrusive. He could say how someone was feeling, but he might get it "wrong", just because he classified emotions differently than others did based on his own personality.

"I like the idea of outside..." he muttered, glancing around. Outside just seemed nicer. If he regained a headache, it would more than likely be inside than out, and he wanted to see more of the campus as it was. He followed December, glancing back in search of Emerson. It was his idea, and he was still the first person he met at the school. That meant a lot.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Voden Character Portrait: Alex Jenning
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Samantha finally managed to make her way through the crowd, not failing to notice the blue-haired girl’s eyes rolling. Some people were just born rude she supposed. She did say please when she asked them to move. She could have just shoved her way through and not said a word. Oh well, a girl who, know doubt lacked any form of concentration, could easily be possessed and have her life ruined in an instant. The boy mentioned moving outside and she couldn’t help but like him even in the smallest bit. He seemed to have some common-sense. With a shrug she continued down the hallway, stairway, and tripped down the last flight of stairs, before stopping at the bottom and hopping back up. She shook her head and got up; that’s what she got for running in stilettos, after that she continued her journey to the bookstore/library. She barely got to the first tree in her path before she realized that her fuzzy bow was missing. “OH HORSE-TOM TIT! I bleeding fancied that bow too! I suppose I’ll have to go back and find it then.” It was rather obvious when it fell off.

She walked to the nearest tree and placed her bags next to it, and then she sat down and leaned against the tree before sighing and closing her eyes. After a few moments of relaxation there was a blur and her body slumped, in the distance ‘she’ reappeared near the staircase. In all actuality her physical body wasn’t there, rather her soul and consciousness was there. It still looked like her but more translucent with a slight glow. Very ghost-like. Once there, she began her desperate search for her bow. It was brand new and like hell was she going to lose it on her first day.

In her search a couple of people stared at her. “Is that a ghost!” she heard one whisper.

“I’m not a ghost ye imbecile! Honestly, ye would think in a school for people with supernatural powers this would not be such shock to everyone!” She was annoyed with these people, wanting nothing more than to slap all of them upside the head. “Since you’re all here, would you mind helping me look for a white fuzzy bow-barrette?” They all grumbled and walked away, “no, really, thanks for all yer help.” She supposed a snob like herself got what she deserved but it still hurt her feeling that no one would stay behind to help her.

She sighed slightly, “Perhaps, if I really tried harder to be noice, people may actually be noice to me.” Fancy hell, that hadn't worked before it won't graft now. She tapped a lucid finger against the opaque concrete.

She walked around the bottom of the stairs and then went under them, nope still nothing here. It wasn’t long until she heard foot-steps coming towards her. She looked up; it was the same group from before. You’ve got to be kidding me, of all people. Whatever would she do now? She could just return to her body and avoid them all together but she still hadn’t found her bow. She could ask them for help but she already knew one of them, if not all of them, didn’t already despise her existence. Oh yeah, she really needed to try being nicer from now on…try being the key word.

With a sigh she watched them leave the general area and go outside. Thank you Lord! Now all she needed to do is continue her search and return to her body. Oh crap my body! She stuck her head outside and watched the group.

Sammy momentarily paused; someone in that group seemed so familiar but she just couldn’t put her finger on who or why. Red hair, red hair! For some reason the thought of someone always trying to beat her at stuff but always just falling short except on some rare occasion when she would gloat about how she was so much better because she finally beat her at something.

“Ah, wotcher Alex!” she whispered underneath her breath. No doubt if that lass found her body she do who knows what to it, and her body was pretty close to the group. Perhaps a distraction was needed. “Eh, excuse me!” Sammy said as she came outside and towards the group, “I’d like to apologize for earlier, I realize I must have come across as rude; I didn’t mean to be. I’ve been suffering from severe Jet-Lag and have been touchy all morning and afternoon. I do hope you can forgive me,” Sammy smiled then winked at the red-head, “’ello Alex. How are you? I do hope your summer was extremely incredible!” Why yes, she was being overly sweet just to annoy Alex, “What classes are you taking this year, if you need help with anything then please ask.”

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A small twitch in Sammy’s smile became more apparent at the mere mention of the word ‘blimey’; it was just so, so Australian. ‘Bollocks or Bloody Nora’ was so much more appropriate. That plus, that had to be the worst fake British accent ever. The falter in her sweetness lasted a second later and then was completely gone; her smile widened at the mere idea of ‘getting into Alex’. What fun it would be to completely ruin her social life, but that would have to wait for a more opportune time. Meaning not now. If ever.

Anyways, returning to that which is important. The forced smile was obvious, no need for analysis here. Immediately Sammy could tell that poor Alex was becoming aggravated and there was absolutely nothing she could do to lash out Sam. Such a failure in such a small singular red-head, it was almost funny. Almost. Not enough to laugh at. Alex performed introductions for her; she also did not fail to mention that Sammy was in fact an astral projector. How rude. Revealing someone’s powers without actually asking for permission. That’s alright though. Two could play at this game, and just like everything else: Sammy was better at it. “OH! Alex! I was just wondering; should I hae a really bad migraine or sumfink of the sort would yeh mind helping to make it go away? I seem to hae become immune to all those pain pills you know, or sumfink fancy that,” Sammy flashed a mischievous smile, ““after all yeh can manipu-”,she stopped and smiled bigger, “whoops a daisy, I almost gave that away, would hate to dae that accidently.”

With a slight cover of the mouth she yawned, “I would really fancy to thank yeh for waving yer hand around also, I've had an itch all day and yeh just scratched it for me. Thank, honey.” With a passing glance she looked at the kid who was suddenly a cheetah. How strange, another shape-shifter! Wasn’t there one last year? Or maybe it is the same one? With another shrug she brushed the thought off. It wasn’t worth it if she couldn’t remember him. “Anyways, now that I've apologized to ye all and said my wotcher to Alex dearest, I'll be taking my leave, for now...unless, Alex, ye 'd fancy me to help ye practice that British accent, it was god awful. Also, we don't really use Blimey, I believe the dickey bird ye were looking for was bollocks.” She smiled again, and winked. “Perhaps I’ll see everyone around. Perhaps not.” With a wave she walked back towards the building and noticed her white bow, “Oh, there ye are!” She’d have to come back and get it unfortunately, but that was alright. She could wait until Alex and her new group of friends left the vicinity.