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Mercado Academy

Mercado Academy

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a part of Mercado Academy, by Septemberism.

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Damien Zane Lesedi [30] 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.
December Elle Indigo [22] "My name is December. You know, like the damn month?"
Emerson McKnight [22] "Don't call me an animal! I-I'm human..."
Lux [20] Make Art And Love Not War
Tucker Burns [12] Come at me, bro.
Leon Fisher [10] "Things get boring when you can have anything you want." - Fisher
Aaron Lee [10] Hacker, Techie, Creator, Taco and Steampunk Aficionado.
Elizbaeth Emilia Marlen [8] I don't remember asking for your opinion, so why are you talking?
Alex Jenning [6] Everyone here has a gift, it's just not everybody chooses to use it.
Samantha Voden [6] "Bloody nora! I'm British!? I would never hae known that had ye not just told me! Thanks, ye plonker."

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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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December looked over at Damien and smiled, returning his greeting. "Hello."
Putting her open palm against the ground, she frowned. Everytime there weren't electric currents running underneath her, it put her in a weird sense of being, as if she wasn't safe. Anyone could have guessed that her favorite places to hang out were near generators and other big power sources; they filled her with the warm, tingling feeling of currents that she just couldn't get enough of. "What's your power?" she asked the boy, looking down at her neon blue nails yet again.
She felt the heat in her cheeks rise a little, but pretended that it wasn't there.

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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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"Cool power," she replied to him, then began probing the ground around her with both of her palms, barely realizing that she was doing it. "It's nothing...I just wish that I could feel some sort of electricity SOMEWHERE." When she realized that it was a lost cause, she groaned in frustration. Then she thought of how ridiculous her actions might look, and laughed softly.
"Sorry...my second year here and I'm still not one hundred percent used to the place," she admitted, scrunching up her face.

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"So it bothers you not to have electricity in the area?" Damien questioned to be sure, always curious about information. He might not have showed his nature on the school matter, and he might have opted for the easier classes that year, but it was all so that he could conduct research treks on the social order, the mentality of the school, and the group norms. When he had that down, then he'd attack the Advanced Placement course.

The idea of electricity being important sounded like his own need to be around people. Without people, he would be lost in endless history lessons and future guesses. Thousands of images would draw him out of focus without a person to concentrate on and keep him in the present. Their emotions, their thoughts, their presence tied him to where he was now. His mind, though confined in his body, was hardly able to keep from being carried away by the river of time, even with his years of meditation and practice.

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"Sometimes it does. Like right now, for example," she answered. "Back home, I always used to sleep with my laptop chord plugged into the wall next to me..I held it in my hand like a baby would hold a blanket," she remembered, and multiple flashbacks ran through her mind. She remembered the time she had caused half of Tampa to lose power all because she had caused a generator to explode downtown. She still recalled the currents swirving through the air, thousands of blue and white sparks which landed on her, sinking into her skin and pores and making her simply glow.
She felt great power that day; and she knew for a fact that her hair must have been brighter than a neon sign. She hasn't had any major accidents like that ever since.

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he looked at the boy with great confusion..

"uhh.. hi whassup?"

he looked again and got up from his seated postion and firmly grabbed alice's hand.

"so, you mah roomie foo?"

he said so with his infamous ghetto flair and scratched up temple trying to understand this person's quirky personality, he sat back down giving the guy his full attention while digging in his sagged jean pant pocket fishing out a ciggerette and lighting it smoking it with great comfort.

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"That is so freaking awesome! You are officially the coolest person I've ever met!" Emerson laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair while hot red ran up his neck and lightened his tanned face. He watched with fascination at the grass airplanes flying around him, trying to keep up with Lux's questions.

“I’m not sure if my ability ‘works’, or anything. I just focus on what shape I want to become and I...” he laughed, twisting himself around to follow the airplanes’ paths. “I just focus and my body morphs with my mindset.” He shrugged. “Once you get over the fact that you’re becoming another being, you don’t feel a thing. I guess that’s why I came here, to learn more about it.”

Her last comment made him laugh aloud, and he turned to watch her with bright eyes as he answered. “Well I’m not genetically normal, now am I? Or anyone here, for that matter!" He took a breath, about to tell her about his mother, but his breath caught in his throat when the boy, Tucker, suddenly got up.

Emerson watched in amazement as the boy morphed into a cheetah. Yes! Emerson thought, a gaping smile spreading across his face. Tucker and him shared an ability, how cool! The older boy seemed to know more, though, so Emerson fell quiet and watched as the cheetah-boy raced with strong legs pumping and the wind ruffling through his fur.

Emerson, still watching Tucker, spoke again to Lux. “That’s the kind of thing I can do.” He smiled, excited about what he would tell to his parents. This school was definitely getting better and better.

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Lux grinned widely and watched Tucker run around "That is so cool. Can you show me sometime?" She asked quietly while watching Tucker intently, watching a guy suddenly turn into a cheetah wasn't an everyday thing for her.

She laid down on the grass and looked up at the clear blue sky. Everyone here was so spectacular and talented. She had never been around people who were so accepting and open about their talents. She had studied a lot of talents since she found out about her own at the age of four but had never seen so many talents in action, even her mother hadn't told her about her own talent until after she had left for her new life away from Lux in France.

Lux sighed and turned her head to look at Emerson and smiled at him "You know the first thing I ever learned how to do was change the colours of fireflies. I was like four and my sister caught a bunch in our backyard and kept them in a jar and while she was asleep I wanted to play with them so I stuck my hand in and started touching them and the next thing I knew they were all purple and red." she smiled at the memory and brought more pieces of grass into the air, turning into the purple and red fireflies she was talking about.

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Emerson sat back down beside Lux, resting with his arms around loose knees. He nodded quickly, a bit nervous. "Sure, I'll show you."

He relaxed then, wondering what kind of animal would appeal to her. He leaned his face back so the sun could warm it, breathing deeply the calm moment. When Lux spoke up again, he looked down at her laying in the grass, squinting from the sun. He smiled as she started on telling him a story of when she was little. This girl talked an awful lot, but Emery decided he liked listening to her. She made him feel comfortable in talking back, and thinking of her surprise when all those fireflies lighted up so colorfully got him to thinking of his own first time discovering his powers.

It must've been when he was very, very little, so that he could barely remember it. His abilities were always kind of there, ready to explore as soon as he understood them. He shrugged the thought off, watching the grass airplanes and fireflies drifting around, bringing a smile to his face. "What did you think, when you saw them change colors? Did your parents know? Does your sister have powers, too?" He asked quietly, hoping his questions weren't too personal... but she was so interesting! Emery cast a glance at the others around them, and found himself grinning slightly. He turned his gaze back to Lux.

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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.

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Lux put her hands on her forehead and though about his questions before laughing, it hadn't exactly been a traumatic experience but it wasn't exactly pleasant either.
"Well I'm not gunna lie, I totally freaked out. I dropped the jar on the floor and screamed and then continued to step on the glass and attempt to run out of the room but I ended up running into the wall instead." Lux could feel her face burning with the embarrassing memory and could hardly control her laughter.

"And I don't think my parents exactly knew I would have any talent until it actually happened but they may have suspected it. My Mom had her own talent and I didn't find that out until I was about eight and she was long gone." Lux frowned a bit remembering that little part of her past before lightly smiling again "But anyway, I think Cecily was having too much fun watching me freak out to actually help me so I ended up waking up the entire house and nobody seemed too happy about that. And as far as I know Cecily is as normal as you can get, she's blonde, a cheerleader, fights with my dad, finds joy in my misery, you know perfectly normal teenager." For her entire life Lux had been the odd one and now she was finally normal, and if Cecily or her brothers ever came to visit they would be the weird ones.

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The first part of Lux's story made Emery laugh with her. He looked back up into the clear blue sky and could totally imagine it happening. A small part of him wondered what would have happened to the lightning bugs, but that just made him laugh some more before she told about her mom being gone. Dead or left, he felt like he shouldn't ask about it right now, even though the thought of her mom having a talent was also interesting, so he thought to ask about her siblings.

"So you have a sister? I'm an 'only child', or whatever you call it." That made him bite his nip nervously. Just goes to show how much social action he got. "What's it like, having a sibling? Does she really enjoy your misery?" That troubled Emerson, and he frowned at the ground in thought. He could never imagine being happy if something happened to either of his parents.



((ooc: I'll be leaving for the night, so bye now ^.^))

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Logan looked up at the girl and did a quick smile before going back to his emotionless phase again. "Hello there." He answered and watched as it went away, then he looked at the girl as she sat down on the steps next to him. Not knowing what to say he looked away and watched his shadow as it acted like a shadow, but it was sitting by him. It was just acting like a shadow and lay there on the ground, getting stepped on by a lot of students passing by him on the way up or down. Saying to the shadow,"Now, you know how I feel?" Not actually meaning to put it in as a question, he meant to put it was a regular saying. Looking away from the stepped on shadow he watched other people's shadows as they had showed how their owners feel, some were jumping like a monkey and a cage and others were just either sleepy, tired, sad, angry, or just lied back and didn't care like he did.

The pierced face boy looked over at the girl, how come he couldn't figure out what to say. So, like he always does, he just doesn't say anything. I wonder what her talent is, since I did witness it earlier. Then he thought of a question he could ask her,"Sorry if you find this rude but, What is your power or talent or whatever you call it?" Looking from the ground then back to her he waited for a response of any type, he liked to communicate with people that had an unique accent or the way people move while communicating with a person. His accent is like probably half of the people in this school is, he had a British accent since his mother was British and his father was Italian, he has more of his mom's side than his fathers'.

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Ethan drove slowly through the parking lot facing the school complex. His brand new audi purring as he applied feather light pressure to the gas and zoomed into the parking spot bearing the name E.W. Grey. The car had been a consolation prize from his father after the divorce and being relocated for his senior year of high school, and in the weeks before the end of the summer, it had become like a second skin for him. Removing the key from the ignition he removed one of his thin leather driving gloves
and stepped out of his car, feeling a slight charge pass between his fingertips and the locking mechanism in the door he heard a satisfying click as the doors locked. Quickly replacing the glove he lifted his suitcase from the trunk and made his way toward the the building that his map had said held the dorms and the main office. He was supposed to find room 208B which he figured at least meant 2nd floor room 8.

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She saw out of the corner of her eye, the boys shadow. It was like the boy was sitting with a second self, but shadow version. Shadow manipulator. She watched his aura, and couldn't help but frown slightly, he seemed quiet, or perhaps he just didn't know what to say. An awkward person and an awkward person just left for extremely tense situations. Then it seemed that he talked to his shadow, it reminded her of how she talked to Remi, which may or may not look weird, as at times he was that little boy on her shoulder. She almost felt sad or guilty, that she didn't have anything to say, she felt like something needed to be said, which made her feel sick in the pit of her stomach for a second, she stopped singing her song, as soon as he spoke again, words she should have expected. He asked what her ability was.

"Is that a requirement in this school or something?" she responded, feeling uncomfortable. "Everyone talks about everyone's powers, everyone has to know about everyone." Remi looked up at her and frowned. She wasn't sure what in her made her do what she was about to do, but she stood up and grabbed a small sharp weapon which may have been unnoticeable from under her right dress sleeve, and cut her left arm all the way from her elbow to her wrist. Without flinching in the least, a deep cut was made, blood dripping down her arm. She then focused for a moment and planted her feet firmly apart on the ground below her, and her blood started flowing out of her arm and floating into the air, soon creating a large scythe in front of her about three times her size - or the blade was. She then grabbed the weapon as soon as it solidified and swung it to the side. "I have the ability to manipulate blood, but you see that requires self mutilation, or I must already be bleeding. Or the other person, but other people's blood I just don't...it's not right." she paused, her blood on her arm dripping on the ground making a lovely little puddle beneath her. "Ah there we go with the messes again." Remi said from her shoulder.

"I guess that also brings me to...I can create life, by drawing it on paper, and writing it's characteristics out...it's then summoned out...and I must teach it like a mother her child - I've had this one since I was very young." Remi smiled at him and waved. "That might seem...interesting, but I don't take it lightly, it's not something...to be played with, some people don't seem to understand that. She said referring to one of her servants her told her she should sell Remi on the black market. They were fired on the spot. "I can...also see people's auras...their moods and emotions....and I can manipulate them....or anything with one.. she paused, and this time smiled slightly, as if fond of what she was thinking of. "Since young I have been what society deems a musical prodigy, but I am also able to manipulate music to do things - I was never able to distinguish if the two played a role in each other. Healing people, causing pain, strengthening people, making weapons from nothing. Music is powerful, more than people realize. People's...souls can be expressed through music.

She felt like she lost herself for a moment and looked away from the boy she was standing in front of , scrunching her nose a bit. "This is bullshit, does this school have some secret hierarchy or something? They might as well with all this power crap." she said coldly. "Tell me your power so I can decide if you're worthy. she said sarcastically looking at him. But immediately, she stepped back, she couldn't help but see herself, alone without anyone talking to her, in the boy at that moment, the boy whose shadow was being stepped on. "Nevermind." she said looking at his shadow. "I see you do the whole shadow bit, do you like it?" she asked, not really knowing what else to say. She then glared at a few people who thought twice before walking anywhere near her, her arm completely bloody now, which caused them to walk around the boy's shadow. Remi then jumped off her shoulder and changed to his six one self. "Well that is enough of that, let me heal you."

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Logan watched as the girl talked and showed her what her power was and she asked him a question about his. "Wow. Well, I don't hate it I just don't feel excited about it, why would I?" He looked at the puddle of blood, it wasn't anything he never seen before so he wasn't really bothered by it. "People are starting to to get nosy," Looking down at his shadow,"You can get up now." He said as the shadow jumped out of the concrete of the steps and dusted itself off looking at the darkness manipulator,"Okay, okay. I'm sorry for letting you stay on the ground. This is the only thing I can do without letting my energy down. I'm a darkness manipulator, so I can do thing mostly at night or with everyday shadows." His 'thing' wasn't really much but it was enough, at least he had the dark to talk to. It seemed like it was the only thing he had left, since his parents, just bought their selves out of his life, "But, I'm with you, I hate when people ask me what my 'thing' is." Watching as the shadow mimicked and scared half the people around the front of the steps, sometimes his shadow was playing with their other shadows. Logan only shook his head looking back at the girl, not really felling comfortable.

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Alice nodded rather quickly and retracted his hand back after shaking. "You bet." He watched the other male take out a cigarette and start smoking. He kept up his smiling, smoke never really bothered him. He turned quickly and went to his [url]side of the room[/url]. He picked up his two suitcases and put them on his bed, but then he remembered something...

He turned back to the other male. "You don't mind spiders, do you?"he asked with a tilt of head. "Also, would you be okay with me not sleeping on the bed?" Alice did have weird sleeping habits. It took hours for him to fall asleep and then he doesn't sleep in a bed either. He slipped his glasses off, his vision blurred until it became clear when his eye's color changed to blue, red, and yellow. "Because...I sleep upside down." The Asian boy rolled his sleeves up and shot out a string off web to the ceiling before pulling his weigh up and turning his body upside down, hanging. "I'm kind of like Spiderman in a way. So you got one cool thing about having me as a roommate."

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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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December scrunched up her nose at Damien's words. "That's way too much science for me..I guess my power isn't fully developed yet. All I can and want to feel is pure electricity from power lines or generators." She then smiled, and laughed softly. "Another cool thing about this power is that I don't have to worry about forgetting to charge my phone or iPod..."
She looked up into the blue sky, squinting her eyes and secretly wishing that a storm would sweep over them. Storms were always a nice environment to be in, for with storms came lightning, at least half the time.

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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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December laughed at his words, then felt the heat rising in her cheeks while she recalled what just happened to her iPod not long ago. "Ehh, sometimes I lose control of things when I'm practicing my power. As you already saw..."
The truth was, she loved showing her powers to curious people. But that always ended in something going wrong, or people being scared to come near her, for fear that she might 'shock them back to the Ice Age', or so she's heard them say. Even though December loved meeting new people, she had a hard time keeping friends. During her freshman year at Mercado Academy, she HAD no friends, ironically. But that was when she had little control over her powers.
"What's your favorite subject?" she asked randomly.

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Damien chuckled at the thought of her iPod. Looking back at it and replaying the situation in his mind, it had been a little on the comical side. "Science, definitely science. What about you?" History was too boring for him, and Math was nice, but it involved numbers that had been repeated over and over, and, often times, he saw the answer and steps before he could figure it out on his own, which killed the purpose. English was like technology, the words never-changing and always repeating, repetitive. Those words brought on predictions of future words, and once they had been read, past-read words mingled with presently read words -- a problem in every subject, but most prominent in a class with nothing but words -- and all of it created a jumble of words that just made story time for Damien into migraine time.

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"English, I guess. But writing is my true love," December sighed, then smiled. She had been writing ever since she could remember, mostly poems, for she didn't have the patience to sit down and write an actual book. She had tried several times and always ended up writing, well, the ending. Her poems tended to be a little on the dark side, some even sorrowful, and then some were just flat out creepy. "Yeah, I enjoy writing the occasional poem. My favorite one I have written is one about needles and scalples," she admitted, then blushed. "Sorry if that creeps you out...but science is pretty cool, I guess. I like Anatomy, I always check out the books in the library."

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As he approached the school, Fisher's only thought was that he had worked so hard to establish his position in the last institution and that he was already starting on the wrong foot. "I mean seriously, everyone's already here," he mumbled to himself, when another thought crossed his mind, "I wonder what kind of people are here..."