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Damien Zane Lesedi

I see it all... and none of it's particularly great. It's all downhill from here, but, for who, is the question, and I don't want to answer that without something in return: I need a reason.

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

Description

Appearance: A little on the short side, Damien stands at 5'7". He's a little skinny, tends to dress in darker colors, and generally enjoys hanging in the back of the room or with the "nerds" and "geeks". His hair is completely black, and he tends to wear black contacts, or at least something that makes his eyes darker. He has storm grey eyes.
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Character’s Name: Damien Zane Lesedi
Age and Birth date: 14 years old, born November 1st
Grade: Freshman
Classes: English 1
Geography
Biology
Algebra 1
World Culture
Creative Writing
Power Control
How To Control Your Power
Concentration Practice
Defense Against Other Powers
Ability: To be able to see the past, present, and future. (Thoughts, feelings, events, all the above. If it's all part of the past, present, and future, then he sees it.) Could possibly be said as mind and emotional reading from every person who ever existed or will ever exist.
Bio and Personality:

Personality

Damien's unique style is usually just jeans. No shoes, no shirt -- nothing. Not even cover-up makeup. When he finds a place, though, he does his best to "blend", but he also takes it to an extreme and goes above and beyond. He has yet to do that with the new school if only because the people there are unique, and he would rather just be there than try to fit in. His hair color is almost always black; however, he goes with different colored strips, dying it from time-to-time to change his appearance. His natural hair color is black.

Without a doubt, he is first and foremost blank to those who look at him, but he's very intelligent. He does't care what people say; he doesn't care what people think. He doesn't care what he thinks; and he doesn't care what he says. Damien molds his outward appearance to fit the environment to minimize unnecessary headaches, but he expects either disdain or acceptance when it comes to how he feels about certain subjects. His views matter a great deal to him, with what he sees day in and day out, and he expects maturity when people talk to him. What he does is twists any given situation to what he wants to see, and if it isn't like what he wants, he'll prod it until it breaks and falls to his wishes, or he'll go away. Deliberate, maybe creepy, quiet -- it's how he tends to appear (judging based on posts thus far in other role plays with character reactions). What he really feels, though, is powerful, manipulative, amused, intrigued, and entertained. He tends to look at situations as something of an experiment. Everyone is a specimen to be examined. Emotions rarely play a part in what he does. There are a few exceptions, but not many. He might not act like it, but he is a control freak. If something is unexplained, or if it isn't how he planned, he does tend to go a little obsessive for an explanation. He does not like having his theories proven wrong, but, if they are, and have concrete evidence to support the contradictions, he will gladly trade what he knew for the truer information.

He likes: dark, quiet places, snakes, spiders, dragons, and escaping reality.

Dislikes: Bright areas, loud noises, being hungry, doctors and dentists.

Habits: Biting his lip, staring at people for minutes at a time before answering, overeating (binge eating) and forgetting to eat (the visions of past and future distract him).

Fears: Being alone for more than a few minutes.

Ambitions: To have perfect grades, to replace Copperfield as the best magician to have ever lived.

Secrets: His powers keep him up at night, sometimes for days. He's a magician and practices stage magic tricks and slight of hand in his free time.

Equipment

He keeps a notebook to document what he sees, when he can concentrate enough on what's going on.

He keeps a smaller backpack on him at all times with magic trick items, his notebook, and little snacks. Even at school, that backpack is likely under his one for books and homework.

History

Ever since he was little, he's had an obsession with staying up as long as he could. He started using this free time to practice meditation and began seeing the amazing things that people could do by just concentrating and controlling their bodies. From a newspaper, he found a man sitting still while caught on fire, not flinching, not moving, even while his face was being burnt off of him. It inspired him to start meditation so that he could have complete control over himself (and maybe one day others). Because of this, his gift is usually okay and under control to the point that he can pull people's voices away from the visions, memories, and other random past/future scenes that he sees. (For the picture: http://www.portapulpit.com/immolation.jpg <-- Not for the weak of stomach.)

He believes that if you do it, it's on purpose, and if you do it on purpose, there better be a point to why you're doing it. If you don't, your point is that you're stupid. He doesn't typically disclose the information, but he hints at it. If people aren't smart enough for hints, they aren't smart enough for him to tell them.

His mind works in very odd ways, but to those who actually get to know him, he'll open up like a book, as long as he doesn't see rumors or past afflictions around the person that is trying to get to know him. His powers make him feel isolated.

He's from the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood in New York. His parents are Caprice and Grant Lesedi.

So begins...

Damien Zane Lesedi's Story

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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.

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“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.”

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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?

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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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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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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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Emerson caught the flow of the kids moving outside, walking beside Damien. He gave the younger boy a reassuring smile, starting to realize that this school year could be quite fun. But the smile turned into a frown and he made a point to glare at the other girl who also walked past, barely noticing the lively puppet on her shoulder. He would make sure to stick with these people that he knew were friendly...

Lux brought him back to himself, distracting him by her chipper voice (and sharp elbow) as she walked backwards to ask him about himself. "So what can you do, it must be something exciting if you haven't tried to show it yet." Emery ducked his head, watching the others around them as they made it to a nice grassy spot. He was just about ready to answer when the new guy spoke up loudly. "We have any new meat shape shifters this year?" Emery blinked back at the boy who was already playing with the grass. His heart raced as he spoke up, looking from Lux to the boy.
"Actually, I'm a shape-shifter. I can morph into animals." he replied. He'd always been shy or even sometimes embarrassed by his ability, but as each kid readily talked about their own powers he realized he was 'normal' by their standards.

He grinned widely. "What's your name? Are you a shape-shifter too?" He asked the boy eagerly, barely noticing the exchange between the 'ghost' girl and Alex.

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Damien went to sit beside December after a moment of watching everything happen, everyone gather into their own little groups, and everything work itself out. Maybe it was her quietness that he liked -- her lack of chatting up a storm and making him think -- or maybe it was how he kept "hearing" flashes of him in her thoughts -- whether it be his name or a brief memory of her glancing at him and her thoughts as her vision processed the sight of his face.

"Hey," he greeted again, making a point to be verbal. Damien was interested in becoming her friend; he was interested in becoming anyone's and everyone's friend. The scrawny boy hated to be alone.

He saw a flash of a new student -- another with piercings and a darker look to him, much like himself -- and laid back on the grass. He, too, had more piercings than necessary, but he didn't think anyone really cared. He thought they were all relatively tasteful, else he wouldn't have gotten them. While he was thinking about piercings, he ran his tongue along them on the inside of his mouth, never parting his lips.

Perhaps the guy on the steps would also become a friend, but he saw something else that entertained him. He saw an exotic animal running around campus. He didn't know who would be the owner or the student, but he looked over to Emerson and the older student, sure it would be one of them.

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"I'm Tucker, and yup." He was about to say something else, but he found the conversation between the two interesting, and, beyond that, rude to interrupt, so he waited. Patience -- he had it, but he didn't always use it. He looked between them, guessing the girl's powers must have really been something else, something amazing, by the boy's looks, or maybe he was just crushing on her. Either seemed likely. He zoned out after a while, listening, in a way, though he was just soaking up the sun now.

Too often, people rushed past what life had to offer, took the gentle breeze for granted, took the live, healthy grass, and its delicious smell, for background color, and never stopped to see what it was doing. The answer: It was living. That thought brought him out of his thoughts. He stood up and clenched his fingers, the bones cracking, and shifted his form, clothes and all, to a cheetah. He always found it easier to change shape over color, and his hair worked so well with a cheetah's coat. He crouched before taking off.

The faster he went, the larger the breeze, and the more he could enjoy the simple pleasure of life. He took on no instincts of the animal -- he was working with his own reflexes -- so the only situations he was worried about were stopping and turning, should something happen to cross his path, which would only mean a crash and burn.

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Damien looked up at her from his laying position, taking note of the frown. Frowns were far from good. He answered her with "I can see the past, present, and future", and pushed himself back up to sitting beside her. "What's wrong?" The frown completely canceled out whatever she was feeling in his mind, and he didn't much want to keep talking about his power. He wasn't embarrassed, but he had nothing really to say about his powers except complaints, and he didn't want to make it out like he hated it; he didn't. Beyond that, finding out what was wrong was just something he automatically wanted to know. If it could be fixed, all the better. If not, he'd still try. It would be a good lesson in how to deal with people's problems, a good experiment, and he had a personal bias towards this "project" -- December, he corrected in his mind. A personal bias towards December.

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Damien turned his gaze down to the grass in front of him and lightly touched a blade. The image of thousands of days of walking, playing, and past school years flooded his mind, but he ignored most of it. What he didn't ignore was the second they had sat down, when she had sat and he had followed. He felt it was relevant enough, and close enough, to that time for him to see.

"I guess it would take a while to get used to a school like this," he agreed, voice quiet. The school was huge, the layout was unique -- like nothing he had ever seen in his life -- and the students had so many different powers that it was disorienting. If he ever got used to the school, he didn't think it would be in the first year, but that was all he was giving himself to adjust. One year. After that year was up, if he didn't already have an established social life, he was giving up on attempting. One friend, that's all he wanted, and he had a feeling his roommate would become that. One friend. Maybe he would luck out and get a second with her.

"But can't you feel the static? The charge in people's bodies? Their atoms? What about the grass? What about the clouds?" Damien looked to her once more, sparing her the science jargon in favor of her understanding what he was saying and in favor of not having to repeat himself. "And the planet's electromagnetic field?" He thought that she would have felt a lot more than nothing, but he wasn't the one with the power. He didn't know.

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Ten minutes of running later, Tucker slowed to a trot and sat by the exit of the school closest to the little group. He had seen someone go into the dorm building, but he didn't know who it was or that the person was his roommate. Everything looked different when he was a cheetah. He laid down on his back and morphed to his normal, fully-clothed self, eyes shutting to block out the sun.

He loved the excitement on new students' faces when they saw him change, and, even more than that, he loved it when they were excited that they weren't alone.

Tucker stretched out, uncaring of if his clothes became dirty, and exhaled a deep breath. The sun still felt nice, even when tired out; it felt even better, if anything. He listened in to the conversations as he had before, altering the insides of his ear canal and the actual shape of the cartilage to better pick up on words both spoken and whispered.

Two girls were having... an interesting conversation, and the new students sounded happy. He faintly heard the talk between someone about powers and being shared, which he found amusing. Did no one remember their first year at the school? When they were just excited not to be completely alone as freaks in a standard world? Life was just amusing in all ways today.

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Damien bushed in embarrassment. He felt like he made a mistake by questioning her ability. They were all there to learn, and it was only natural that she had room for improvement; they all did. "That is pretty cool. It's probably fun to be able to show off your powers, huh?" He smiled a little at the thought.

If he could show off his powers, he would every day. It was hard enough to sit through a History class as a normal kid, though, so he never tried. He was sure people would get bored with him pretty quickly. Damien looked up to the sky. Weather was always easier to predict than people. Maybe he could show off his weatherman abilities. That would have been fun. Not.

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Moving a hand to his head, Damien felt a new headache pricking at it already. There was too much going on, even if the initial chaos had subsided to casual talking, and there were so many thoughts and feelings going on.

He looked to his own foot at the mention of English, poems, and writing. Writing wasn't far from reading for him, and rarely did he have the chance to use creativity. Before he could get a word out, the entire poem/story/assignment was already written in his mid, was already displayed, and it just took everything away from learning. Damien wasn't bad at writing, but he found no joy in it whatsoever. He did like to read, but it was difficult to concentrate on just the present when his mind was racing and asking questions about the future of a good book. It was just difficult, too difficult.

"Maybe I can read them one day?" he asked, mostly being nice, but he was already starting to get a vision of them. No, he told himself firmly, focusing on December's emotions and feelings. He would not spoil the poems for himself.

Damien looked to her again. Her electric blue hair was very distracting. It was nice. He followed a bright strand of it from the bottom to the top of her head, looking to where it connected to her scalp. That instant left him with only the present, but a focused present where all the students were both in and not in his vision.

An ambulance distracted him. Damien glanced around, heartbeat picking up. What was going on?

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Damien sifted through the murmur of the past, looking for odd situations, odd thoughts, odd anything to give away what had happened. What he saw didn't disturb him, but he wasn't exactly happy about that, either. It seemed dangerous to say who and what, the thought of a thought changer coming to mind, though from where was questionable. Even if that happened, though, he was sure he could just look back into the past, but would he know to do that? Probably not. He decided that it was best to keep quiet about what had happened.

"I didn't do it," he said instead of an answer. Damien looked to December and watched the currents, fascinated. Another distraction from the mass of time. "Are you going somewhere?" He didn't want to be left alone, even though there were plenty of people around. He would have to go through the awkwardness of finding yet another person to talk to. He really hated being alone.

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As many times as his own backside had fallen asleep, he still found that funny. Damien laid down beside her and squinted up at the clouds, chewing on one of his piercings absentmindedly.

Did he tell her? He didn't want to be on an enemy list, and he was still sifting through the timeline -- the hardest part was keeping everything in order -- so he had his excuses. But to tell her... What if someone found out that he was sharing possibly-private information? It was one thing to know what was going on and another entirely to say it. "Well..."

He looked to her eyes, prying just a little into her past thoughts and emotions to see what kind of person she was. He could tell a "good" person without too much of a regret a lot easier than someone who would use information against someone else. Temper, yes, but beyond that, he didn't see anything too bad. Damien decided to leave out details, if only because he didn't have them all wrapped up himself.

"Someone can hurt people from a distance," he stated as if he were reading a fact out of a textbook. "So they did." It was as simple as that, but there was so much more to it.

The only real use he was seeing for himself was an information pocket. Maybe if the school had competitions he could get something by selling information on people. Now that would be useful. Damien could only imagine what would have happened if they had a contest or game or battle, and the matches were held up the night before. He could easily say weaknesses, but never deal with or expose them. He was useless there, but not so useless in saying what they were.

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He looked at her, really looked at her, and took in her hair color, facial structure, and skin color. Did she match her hair...? Damien found that a very, very odd question, especially one to ask a guy, but he didn't question her judgement. Even if it had looked horrible on her, he couldn't very well say it did; guys couldn't live to tell the tale after doing that. It was just an overall weird question, and had it looked bad, it would have been just as awkward to boot. "Yeah" was all he said before fixing his head back straight and closing his own eyes. He had tried to keep his tone from showing how odd he thought the question was, but he wasn't sure he succeeded. He didn't mind the off-topic question, but he didn't know what to do with it. Was she lacking self-confidence? Did she think he was gay? The latter would have been hilarious to find out, but the question just made no sense. He didn't have that good of a fashion sense, did he?

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And now he felt bad. Damien looked over to her, even if she wasn't looking at him. "Thank you. I do like your hair though. It's cool." He considered saying 'I like all of you', but that never made it past a thought. She would probably take it not as intended, and they couldn't have that. Her spontaneous questions, however, were beginning to make him a little jealous. He could do that, too, and it would have been an interesting experiment. How would she react? "Can I lick peanut butter off your foot?" It wasn't the most intelligent thing he had ever asked, but he said it with a straight face, gaze unwavering.

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If she hadn't laughed, he wouldn't have laughed, but now... Now he couldn't hold it back. Damien bit his lip as she continued on with her rant on foods, doing his best to stop, but he only ended up with teary eyes and a hand over his mouth. By the end of it, his laughter successfully died down to stifled chuckles and giggles, until her hand touched his. The action silenced him and made him blush a bit, the laughs from earlier doing nothing to help his cheeks stay pale. "It's fine. You don't have anything to be sorry for." He smirked a little after that. "I don't really like sweet things... at all. I can't stand the taste of sugary things, so jelly's out. I've never had Nutella before, and I'm not really a chocolate person." He was curious on why she thought he would want her not to touch him, not that he liked being randomly touched, but he saw no reason to squirm away from her. She hadn't picked her nose or anything of the like as far as he was aware. December just seemed overall pretty clean.

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"Show me a teenager who is," Damien challenged in a joking manner, laughing after. As far as he knew, even teenagers like him, that hated sweets, ate unhealthily, unless they were just health nuts, and that was a little unusual.

The path to her heart is chocolate... Interesting. He kept that as a mental note, and should he ever gain a crush on her, he would use that to his full ability. Chocolate. Such a simple way to a heart. He could understand why: endorphins, taste, sweetness, a teenage girl's dream food. It made complete sense. He would have to get a little, maybe as just a friendly gift for later, or for whenever she went through meaner-mode. Having a girl as a friend could be good, except one week out of every month. Then he'd have to be a suck up to save his own anatomy and be quiet to save them both the trouble of fights. It could get messy. He could come out of it with an "afro" or lack of life. If her temper skyrocketed then, he would be ducking for cover, no doubt.

Regardless, he enjoyed talking to December about random nothings. It was fun, and it never seemed to end, which was just a great thing in his mind. He really felt like they had developed a small bond, just from their little bit of conversation, and he couldn't wait to actually learn about her the average way. He could have cheated, could have looked into her history, maybe got lost in it for a few hours before he remembered where the present was, but why when she was right there? Why when they could talk, interact, and be semi-normal? The sense of normalcy settled well with him, even when he saw and heard what he shouldn't: his face from her perspective, his voice from her perspective -- did he really sound like that? It was just nice, too nice to give up.

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She had actually made a poem about chocolate. Chocolate. Damien snickered and looked to her, twisting his body a little. He was slightly sideways, legs straight on the ground, but his chest and face were towards her, an arm supporting his head. "I've been to therapy. It doesn't do any good," he said with something of a smirk. Chocolate therapy. Would that just be a relapse for her? It sounded like she was addicted to the sugary treat. He just couldn't help it. He snickered again. Therapy over chocolate just seemed so funny to him for some reason.

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