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Aiden Connors

A pyrokinetic who is running from his past while chasing his future.

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a character in “Safe Harbor”, as played by Savader

Description

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General Information
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Aiden Connors

Nicknames

None as of yet.

Gender

Male

Age

17 (almost 18)

Romantic Interest

None as of yet.

Sexuality

Heterosexual

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Appearence
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Hair

Aiden has messy, dark blonde hair that tends to appear slightly on the wavy side more often than not, or from another angle; somewhat curly. He usually keeps it short enough so that it doesn't get in his eyes, but he has been known to have had a rather shaggy cut when he was younger, as well as one that was even shorter than it is now. He's gone through many different cuts throughout his teenage years.

Eye color

Aiden has strong blue eyes; grey-blue under the right light.


Height & Weight

Aiden is 6 ft. tall and weighs roughly around 190lbs.

Ethnicity

Caucasian, American.

Detailed

While not a muscle buff, Aiden has a fairly well balanced muscle structure that he has acquired over his time backpacking across the states, with some occasional training in order to keep in shape whenever he's not on the move. His skin is fairly white, despite his continual time under the sun, and has as much body hair as the average man his age would have. Although he doesn't mind looking a bit scruffy, he tends to shave any facial hair he has growing before it gets too wild, but he isn't opposed to letting it hide his jawline for a week or two. As for clothes, Aiden generally wears a rather simple selection. His most iconic look would have to be his "drifter clothes", which comprise of a denim jacket, white undershirt, some simple jeans and a pair of brown boots.



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Inner Self
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ImagePersonality
Aiden isn't really all too complex once you get to know him, but few people truly do know him. Ever since he left his last home 5 and a half years ago, Aiden has been on his own, traveling across the United States in search of something. Whatever that thing is, not even he knows, but his journey has lead him through many different choices and outcomes, each memory and experience shaping him into the man he is today. Modest and kindhearted by nature, he's fairly easygoing, and will almost always listen to what someone has to say. Throughout his travels, he has helped more than a few people with one thing or another, and not just because he was hungry or needed a place to stay for the night. He actually enjoys lending a helping hand to those who need it. It gives him a sense of purpose, which is what he figures he's looking for most of all. Aiding many people in their times of need where he could as he traveled, Aiden developed a strong sense of morality, and remains fairly humane today because of the people who have touched his life.

However, not even that can keep him rooted to one location for more than a few days... Feeling that his presence will only become a burden for them sooner or later, as it always had when he was jumping from foster home to foster home as a child. He chooses to remain distant and closed off from building too deep of a connection with other human beings. It pains him that he can't share a comfortable life with anyone, but he believes it is for the best, as it will allow him to remain in their memories as someone they could regard as a decent human being; someone they feel they'll always be able to trust. Leaving them behind was the only way he could save all of the good memories, and none of the bad that would have eventually replaced them. Of course, each and every person he connected with always said more or less the same thing: "If you're ever back in town, look me up; there's a home for you here." And those words always filled him with a sense of deep melancholy. On one hand, he was happy that they cared enough to offer him a home, but on the other, he was instantly reminded of how short-lived that life would be. He knew that he would only ever end up hurting them if he accepted their invitation... And that was something he couldn't dare himself to risk... So, with that, Aiden continues keeping everyone he meets at arm's length, never wanting them to etch themselves too deep in his heart, out of fear that he wouldn't be able to refuse them if they ever asked him for something more.

The last thing to note about Aiden is his greatest fear. Although he is capable of keeping his emotions in check for the most part, Aiden is afraid of them as a whole. The slightest spike in anger, fear, pain or any other negative feeling, and he begins to lose what little control he has over his ability. Because of this, his greatest fear is himself. He oftentimes finds respite in reading The Incredible Hulk comics whenever he happens to come across one, as he can sympathize with the unwilling super hero in that they both lose themselves to their emotions from time to time, and all hell breaks loose whenever they do. Of course, Aiden knows Dr. Bruce Banner is just a fictional character, but it does help to find someone he can relate to, even if that someone isn't real. Anger being the most influencing of these emotions, he's made a great deal of effort in trying to remain at peace. He is not quick to anger, but agitation and annoyance can sometimes overtake him from the back of his mind if he isn't careful. This lack of control is the reason behind him not wanting to get too close to any of the people he meets throughout his travels, for it's an unpredictable trigger, as it can happen at any time simply because of a single emotion, sensation or thought process.


Power
Fire Manipulation and Ice Manipulation, although he himself is completely unaware of the latter being possible. At the moment, Aiden only has the potential to manipulate fire. That said, he currently doesn't have much, if not ANY control over it. Any control he might have is all placed into keeping the ability at bay as best he can. At most, he can snap his fingers and bring up a flame, like a lighter, or generate heat throughout his body and conduct it to other objects. But even that is dangerous in that it could become unstable if he isn't careful. Otherwise, his power's greater uses are completely dependent of his emotional state for the time being.

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A Few More Facts
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Aiden's past is a rather typical one for his kind, and is more or less easy to understand. Although not all of it is known to him. When he was barely old enough to crawl, his parents suffered a horrible fate one night when two criminals decided to break into the family's home. What followed was the two young parents, in the efforts of protecting their child from harm, losing their lives. Everything about the scene that Aiden witnessed, from the shouting, the loud sounds of the struggle, and especially the gunshots that forever stole his mother and father from; he was so frightened and unwittingly sorrowful that his ability had awakened in the most horrific way imaginable. Witnesses from outside would later describe the disaster as a freak accident when talking to the police about how their neighbors' house practically exploded in a blazing fire. The official report about what had happened was left as the murdering of two parents by the hands of a couple of burglars. Cause of death was shown as gunshots to fatal areas of the body, while the two culprits responsible were killed by immolation. The case of how the initial crime took place was easily solved... However, the case of the sudden eruption that killed the two burglars, left the house in burnt shambles and an uninjured baby at the center of what could only be seen as the origin of the fire; that case was left unsolved. Thanks to the sheriff who had arrived at the scene asking that the origin of the fire be changed in the report, no questions were ever asked regarding how the baby was more or less uninjured. When asked about why he wanted to keep the fact that the origin of the fire had to have been the area around Aiden, the sheriff merely replied that it would only look as though the kid had somehow caused it, which he couldn't honestly believe no matter what evidence there was, and he felt that the poor child didn't need any ridicule to be added on top of the hurt that would naturally come from losing his family. His future had enough pain in store for him already...

With that, the sheriff made to enter the kid into a foster care program. Being from a small town in good old Kansas, there wasn't a wide list of homes for him to go to, and so he was sent off out of state where he would eventually end up in an orphanage. As he got older, he was slowly alienated by the other kids in the home, as strange things had a tendency of following him around whenever he grew upset; the only child there who actually took a liking to him being a young girl. One day, when he was 10 years old, the bullies who continued to tease him decided on taking it a step further, which became physical. Afraid and naturally rather angry, young Aiden unintentionally burned the boy who was harassing him. The burn was so bad that it melted the skin on his arm, giving the impression to any who hadn't laid witness to it firsthand that the kid had to have received it from some sort of accident. Truth be told, it was an accident, as Aiden had no control over this "curse." Crying out in pain, attention was gathered around Aiden and the boy, causing him to become even more frightened, which didn't do him any favors as things immediately near to him started to melt or burst into flames. The frightened glances as the other children and staff backed away from him only caused him more angst, which just made it more worse for every agonizing second that passed. When Aiden caught sight of his friend who had just come into the room, his heart gave a leap in that he knew seeing her would calm him down. He was wrong... The girl gave him the same look as the others; horrified at what she was seeing. This sent him spiraling into despair, which set the wall behind him ablaze. Everyone instantly scrambling for the door in a fit of screams, the fire continued to spread until it caked the floor and ceilings. No one but that boy Aiden had unintentionally burned was hurt from the fire, but the orphanage was no more by the time the fire department had arrived. The building still stood, sure, but there was so much damage that it was rendered uninhabitable for months.

After that incident, Aiden fled from the charcoal remains of what used to be the only home he'd ever known, and eventually escaped from the world itself. As he got older, he soon realized that there was no place for him without inevitable disaster to follow, causing the people around him to get hurt and ultimately despise him for the "monster" or "demon" that he apparently was. It wasn't until a lady named Judith had taken him under her wing to help out on her horse ranch that he made the decision to become a drifter. The woman was nearly injured just the same as all the others Aiden had unintentionally hurt before, when he was kicked in the chest, one day, by a horse he was trying to fit. The lung-crushing pain and fear from the blow that ensued caused him to lose control yet again, which ignited the area around him, resulting in the horse fleeing out of fright. Judith made to try and get him away from the fire, not yet understanding that it was Aiden who had caused it, but was told to stay away by the 12-year-old himself, who soon started catching fire as well; the flames licking up his arms and legs, slowly burning away the fabric of his clothing. At that, Judith clasped a hand to her mouth after pointlessly trying to pat the fire out, slightly burning her hands, until she realized that it wasn't harming him in the slightest. The shock from such a scene was enough to drive her to her knees, which Aiden just looked away from. By this point in time, he was used to this sort of reaction, so it no longer made his emotions any more troubling. The flames soon stopped spreading once he calmed down again, allowing him to put out the fire that was flickering around the pen. After the whole thing was settled and Judith's hands were properly bandaged (which weren't too badly burned after all), he was able to sit down and tell her about his "curse," as he was calling it. Contrary to what Aiden was expecting of her, she merely sipped on her tea and smiled, telling him that she was just glad he was all right. Judith was the first person he had ever met who was able to look past the flames and see the small, lonely boy huddled in the corner. And it was because of this that Aiden knew he truly had to leave... He didn't want yet another accident in his life to harm such a loving person as she, and despite her heartfelt protests, he made the decision to move on, leaving her with the promise that maybe he'd come back someday, if he ever managed to get rid of the curse that followed him...

That was nearly 6 years ago today...



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Theme Song
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Take what I want now
And leave the pain with you
Unmoved by heartache
I move away from you

What if I could run now?
What if I could die?
What if I could make my heart explode
And never cry?

Hate what I am now
Destructively in love
Hate what I have now
You I'm tired of

What if I could run now?
What if I could die?
What if I could make my heart explode
And never cry?

What if I could free you?
What if you could smile?
What if I could make your heart ignite
Just for a while?

What if I could run now?
What if I could die?
What if I could make my heart explode
And never cry?

What if I could free you?
What if you could smile?
What if I could make your heart ignite
Just for a while?

What if I could die now?
What if I could go?
I always loved alone
I never ever showed




In the night, we run around in the streets
Jack up on life in hell
Thunder love has struck us again
Where apparitions are the sinful spell

Elude the harsh reality of our lands
We saw tears and tragedy
Rejoin the back of rebel angels at night
Like apparitions of an infantry

Let’s get out of here
Want you to come along
Let’s get out of here
Want you to come along

In the sunless days of war
I was a young pilot strewing death
I see tears and frightened eyes
Put them to sleep till I was out of breath

A silhouette of jealousy in the sky
I took revenge on love nightly
I’ll take a hard look back someday
And deny war apparitions of sympathy

So begins...

Aiden Connors's Story

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Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Winter had no bloody idea how she ended up like this.

Actually, that’s a lie. She knew exactly how she ended up like this, but couldn’t believe herself for actually ending up there. Granted, she’s probably not the only person in the world to get her foot stuck between some rocks, but she still wasn’t happy about it. When she first got to the tiny summer tourist town of Boothbay Harbor, Maine, she had found one of the more private beaches, opposed to the many over crowded ones. She usually found herself going there in the mornings, especially on days she woke up way too early. Today was one of those days, having had fallen asleep too late the night before, and her restless sleeping forcing her awake at around four o'clock this morning. She was pretty exhausted, but there was nothing she could do about it. So, she got dressed and left the house, coffee thermos in hand, walking down the ten minute trail into town and to her favorite spot, where she stayed for hours just listening to her music and sketching wildly.

Right about now, however, it seemed like that spot also really liked her since the rock slate that faced the sea trapped her feet between a deep groove on the surface when she tried to get up and leave.

Winter had her hands latched above her ankle, yanking in attempt to get her foot out, but after about fifteen minutes of grunting and groaning, she realized it really just wasn't working. It was about eleven in the afternoon, so there was no doubt someone from inside the house would be up to answer her pleading texts, but she wouldn't do that. She'd gotten herself in this mess, and if she called someone down it would just waste their own time and efforts. It was also a little embarrassing having her foot caught, but that was besides the point. So here she stayed, tugging and glancing around her making sure no passerbys walked by to witness this peculiar spectacle. She had been alone practically the whole time she'd been down there, and she figured she'd continue to luck out before she could release her foot, but sadly that didn't seem to be the case. An elderly man came walking along the cement path behind her, his small poodle in tow and Winter snapped up from where she was struggling, giving a small cough as to stifle the surprise that arose in her throat. The man just simply glanced at her, and she gave a small flick of her wrist in greeting as if to say, 'yep, everything's fine here, go about your walk.' He just gave her a curt nod and continued on his way. She made sure to watch him until he went out of sight before continuing the great foot release.

Another five minutes passed, and Winter had to accept that she just needed another tactic.

"I don't think I can get a jack hammer to free me," she mumbled absentmindedly to herself, trying to think of any other way out. "What if..." She continued on, before she bent down again, shifting her weigh as to make sure she didn't twist her foot and hurt it. Untying the laces from her shoes, she opened them wide enough that her foot would slip out as easily as it could. After a little more struggle, her foot popped out as quickly as it had gotten stuck in the first place, sending Winter faltering off balance. She just caught herself fast enough so she didn't smack her head on the hard surface. She withheld a small victory laugh, also surprising the bitterness that she stupidly should have thought to do that sooner, before kneeling down to attempt to pry her shoe out. Unfortunately, it was a very stiffly shaped shoe with no leeway for bending and so it stayed stuck. She really liked those shoes.

She debated staying there for another half an hour to attempt many other ways to free the left shoe, but she decided against it-- Not because she was giving up, no, she would never do that regularly, it was simply just because there was a new resident coming to the house and she wanted to be there when he showed up. She might actually be late already and that was pretty bad as it is. She really didn't know the exact time he was coming, but it was around this hour he would. She just hoped he didn't get lost on the trail. When she went to find Aiden before, she had given him a map to find it, but that can really only help so much. But she had a plan for everything. Before she left the house this morning she'd left a note for Danny simply asking him to keep a look out for him around the premises, to hop around a bit if he hadn't shown up around the time he was supposed to.

The whole household knew there was someone new coming, so it wasn't a complete shock to everyone. At this point, most were pretty used to the routine. Even if she wasn't there when Aiden had gotten there, she was pretty sure Chad was. Unless he slipped out some time during the day as well. In which case, she should really hurry and get back home.

Winter gathered her sketchbook and pencils and shoved them hastily in her bag, and giving one last longing glance to the black oxford stuck between the grey cracks, took off in a small sprint back to her home. Gravel from the roads stuck the bottom of her bare foot, but she tried to ignore it. Besides, it wasn't even close to the worst pain she'd ever experienced. It was more of an annoyance then anything.

Arriving at the edge of a familiar forest, she easily found the small dirt track and walked along it, making sure to glance around the surroundings a bit in chance of running into Aiden. However, once the short ten minute walk was up, she not once saw the semi-familiar boy. Rushing up the steps up to the front door, she cracked it open and peered in only slightly, before fully stepping in and closing the dark oak door behind her. Quickly scurrying into the kitchen, she dumped her empty thermos in the sink and leaned against the counter, defeatedly glancing down at her single bare foot.

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Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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The sun was high, and the skies clear; save for the occasional strip of white that ran across the canvas that made up this beautiful morning. It would be nearing lunchtime soon, and the inhabitants of the nearby home that was safely tucked away within the woods of Boothbay Harbor were all likely to be awaking within the hour, had they not already. While one of them was busy struggling to pull their foot out from between a rather literal rock and a hard place, the young man she was hoping to see arrive shortly was in fact on his way. And just as she had feared... he was indeed quite lost.

Aiden Connors was walking along an empty road, holding a map and trying to find his way to a place some girl named 'Winter' had once referred to as a "safe haven for people like us." He smiled out of amusement upon recalling her words from the memory of when he had met her and her friend Chad a fortnight ago, in Boston. At first, he was rather standoffish towards the two of them, but for good reason. After all, who wouldn't be cautious of someone who had appeared seemingly from out of nowhere, peered into your mind with their thoughts and attempted to ease the understanding that you are in no way the only person on Earth who was "different?" Certainly not Aiden... Sharing tales of a place that he would find himself well at home, among people just like him, and ensuring that it was safe harbor; that was the icing on the cake for this incredibly bizarre encounter. But the girl had promised him something he had always desired: a home where none of the other inhabitants would ever look at him as though he were some kind of freak... That said, Aiden still wasn't entirely sure he believed them. He grew up with the notion that, if something sounded too good to be true, then it usually was. Nevertheless, Winter and Chad had managed to grab hold of his interest enough for him to at least agree to consider their offer, and left him that night in Boston with a bit of cash to help him on his way, and a map with written instructions and their phone numbers in the corner. They had hoped they would then see him in Boothbay Harbor within a couple weeks' time, but had he decided instead to use that money to journey elsewhere, they were content with the knowledge that they were able to help him in some small way.

And so those two weeks had gone by in no time at all, and Aiden was somewhat excited to see the place. He wasn't entirely sure he would stay, on account of his troublesome ability still being incredibly dangerous to those around him, but the thought of finally being able to connect with another human being at the same level made him very happy. The smile on his face, however, had long-since left him, and was replaced by a confused frown as he was staring at the map in his hands. He stopped in his tracks alongside the road as a car passed by; the first in a while. Examining the map Winter had given him, he tried to make sense of the notes she scrawled alongside some arrows and other markings. Aiden thought her handwriting was beautiful, but he just couldn't read a word of it. Scowling, he looked up from the map as another vehicle drove on by, his eyes partially trailing after it absentmindedly as the car's motion forced the air current to blow the map around where his hands weren't holding it in place. He looked around the area, only seeing trees, bushes and the road that was stretched out before him. As far as he could tell, the markings seemed to point at right around where he was standing. He could make out the water tower about a mile or two away, and thus used it as a landmark to deduce that he was in fact in the right spot, according to what he could see on the map and decipher of Winter's fancy writing...

"... Hello?" Aiden asked the air, wondering if perhaps someone would answer. Feeling stupid, he shook his head and frowned uncomfortably as he shifted his gaze back down to the map. "I don't get it..." Mumbling to himself, Aiden spent the next few minutes weighing his options. Judging by the fact that there was no house anywhere in sight, he figured her notes were likely trying to convey that the house was somewhere within the woods. And now he was pondering whether he should try to find a local that could help point him in the right direction or just head off into the woods blindly. Either choice was fairly unappealing in its own way, as it were. He would likely need to head into town to find someone, since the only thing nearby was a water tower and a bunch of trees, and a trip back into town would cost him an hour at least. As he was already cutting it close to being late for the appointed time he gave Winter from a payphone the other day, and he was rather against losing any more time, the choice to go into the woods seemed best. That said, he didn't know the area very well, and having a search party sent out after you because you couldn't read simple instructions was incredibly embarrassing and a horrible first impression to make as a potentially new resident...

Aiden was lost on what to do, and so for the moment, he chose to sit down on the curb of the sidewalk and hope that either Winter or Chad, or possibly one of their friends, would happen across him before long. It was at times like this that Aiden wished he had invested in a damn cellphone...

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Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Aiden Connors

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"Wher....where am I?" Danny asked in a panicky voice. He couldn't see anything but darkness, pitch blackness all around him. He tried to move his arms, and legs, but he couldn't, something was holding his back. He began to hyperventilate as he struggled to move. "Somebody! Please! Help....I....I can't breath." He pleaded, but there was of course no answer. He felt something tug at his wrists, and ankles. He could feel his limbs being pulled, and pulled, and pulled apart. He began to panic even more. He groaned in pain as he felt like he was being teared apart. He then heard a elderly woman's voice crackling with laughter. It ringed through his ears, and he teleported away.

Danny landed hard on the floor of his bedroom. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes as he began to wake up. 'Just a dream, just a dream.' He pulled himself up, and rubbed the back of his neck as he began to wake up. He teleported over to his closet, and grabbed his cloths for today. Today he was wearing his favorite Nirvana shirt. He put on his long sleeved shirt first, making sure to cover up the restraint scars on his wrists. Once his clothes was on he teleported out of his room, and into the kitchen. He began rapidly teleporting around the kitchen to grab himself some breakfast. He grabbed some poptarts, and poured himself some orange juice for quick one.

Once he finished with his little breakfast he noticed a note for him left by Winter. He teleported out of the kitchen before Winter came in to go looking for the new guy. He popped around the surrounding woods looking for him. His teleports were rapid, and seemless, almost making him unseen. He just need a quick glance of area to see if anyone was there. Eventually he spotted a guy that matched Aiden's description sitting on a curb. He decided not to teleport in front of him, given Winter's reaction to him he didn't want to give the guy a heart attack.

"Hi! You're Aiden right?" Danny asked as he walked over towards him. "I'm Danny, Winter sent me out to make sure you knew the way to the house." He greeted him with a friendly smile. "Don't worry about being lost, it happens to the best of us. It wasn't too long ago before I was in your place." He said, trying to make him feel better. "Come on, I'll take you on to the house." Danny said as he placed his hand on Aiden's shoulder. "Don't worry, the first time's always the hardest. I've got a ninty percent success rate. We'll just say you were a little late when I found you. We don't need to say you were lost, I know how embarrassing it can be." He said with a grin.

Danny teleported them both, and ended up in the kitchen next to Winter. Danny looked up at Winter, and his cheeks began turning slightly red. "I...uh...found him....He....was...on his way....just....uh....late." Danny stated, not making eye contact with anyone, and looking on at the ground. He noticed Winter was missing a shoe, and raised an eyebrow at that. "You....uh....you're...um shoe...missing." He struggled to get out, still not making eye contact. He probably seemed a little strange to the new guy. He hoped that his sudden awkwardness wasn't seen as Winter being the cause of it. He didn't want the guy to think Winter's some terrifying hard ass or something.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis

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XXXDreams were never anything fond to Valerie. Someone once told her dreams were the pathways to desires, to what is to come. Dreams were suppose to be beautiful. No one ever tells a person that dreams are also nightmares. Her Mother is someone she often sees. Nightmares however, she has the ability to wake up from. As she did with a choking in her throat. The haze of the morning was calming enough. The curtains were drawn with thick navy blue curtains. As they would remain. It was rare to ever have them open. Only during hot days, or the night may she have them bounded with laced string. The only light source for her room was the red lamp on her nightstand beside her bed.
XXXHer bed on the floor was beneficial to the tossing and turning she did. When she realized her position on the bed, she only let out a soft sigh of discontent. It was too early in the day for the girl to leave her bedroom. So she did the first thing she did every morning. From underneath her nightstand she pulled out a deck of cards and began a game of solitaire. During this time she played mindlessly, allowing her mind to wander as her hands placed cards almost without reason, but whenever she snapped to reality long enough to witness the game she played, it was still being played correctly.
XXXThe solitaire game ended itself eventually, and neatly she put the deck away in its original spot. Still to early to her liking, she got dressed and sat on a pillow placed on the floor. In front of her, a table filled with crystals, figures of different religious practices, salt rocks, and candles. She'd read somewhere that these things had healing practices. She intended to figure out if they really did. The calmness it game her atmosphere however, was no lie. Her room was her sanctuary to clear her mind. She didn't know why others wouldn't want such a thing. A place to allow yourself to think, reflect, discover yourself. Many don't do so in the span of their life. This was something she couldn't afford to wait for.
XXXWhen it seemed appropriate she stepped out of her bedroom to the hall, going into the living room after hearing yelling from one of the twins. Even with her time there, she had trouble at times differentiating voices at times. She tried making mental notes on each of them, as appearance was out of the picture. It was easy enough to know which was Will when it came to moving around, though she was impressed by his fluid moments, you could see the slight concentration when mapping the surroundings mentally. She had a respect for the boy. He continued on despite having the gift of sight. It made her count her blessings.
XXXLooking through the entrance to the kitchen she saw a group of people, an unfamiliar face. With the party of people, she didn't want to add to it, let alone overwhelm. She raised her hand slightly; a small wave. With the gesture she went out the back door to the gardens, feeling her barefeet in the soil. Valerie purposely missed the pavement to the greenhouse to feel the sensation. While others enjoyed the cleanliness, the earth was something anyone could wash away.
XXXA brief glimpse at the house before she stepped into the humid glass house, taking a spot on the hammock. She figured if they needed her, they would get her. It wasn't like she had much to say. When it settled down she'd introduce herself, but she knew this harbor they called home was a place that took adjustment. God, she knew that all too well.



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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Lucien Stafford Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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It was early in the morning when Chad woke up and he was seemingly the only early riser in the house. He stirred very quietly, going down the stairs and opened the fridge, grabbing himself a bottle of orange juice before going back upstairs and sitting on the edge of his bed now. His eyes peered towards the outside of his window as he saw the shed that him and Winter stored some boxes along with furniture. It's been awhile since Chad had been out there and knew that it probably needed some attention. He placed on nothing more than a plain blue t-shirt, along with a pair of gray sweatpants and tennis shoes.

While he tried not to wake anyone else up in the house, he walked on the tip of his toes and went out back of the house. Chad reached up and turned the knob, opening the door and looking at the slight mess that had been revealed behind door number one. With a slight sigh, he stepped right into the shed and instead of rearranging things around, of course he went through some of the boxes. His eyes caught a slight glance of Winter's paintings as he looked behind him to make sure she wasn't approaching because the last time he touched one of her paintings, it didn't end well for him.

Chad reached down and picked one of them up, studying the technique displayed in all of her paintings. She was an excellent artist and damn sure didn't need no one to tell her that. After reviewing a few more paintings, he noticed an untouched box and arched a brow as he placed Winter's painting back down gently and walked over to the box, opening it. It was a box filled with Lucien's belongings. Honestly after everything that had went down, Chad missed Lucien a little bit because they was once friends. But after everything else that had happened, their friendship turned them into bitter enemies.

But still, Chad was sad about how Lucien left and it showed. The once pretty and sunny sky turned dark with soft rumbles of thunder and swirling winds. The only person that knew what was happening had to be Winter. She knew about Chad's ability more than anyone. Chad dropped Lucien's things back into the box and instantly throw it to the side. He stopped feeling sad and the sun came back out to play and reveal it's rays upon the Earth.

After spending about a hour straightening up the shed, he feels like he had been away from the house for too long now and knew that everyone had to be up by now. He exited the shed and closed the door behind him then making his trek back to the house, seeing Winter leaned against the counter with only one shoe. "Uhm, hi, Winter." Chad tried his best not to stare down at her awkwardness moment right now. He hugged Winter close then eyed Aiden, the new addition to the house and Danny.

"Hello there, Aiden. Hope you didn't have any trouble finding the house." Chad said while changing his glance from Aiden to Danny. "How are you doing this morning, Danny? Teleport anywhere interesting lately?" Chad asked with a slight snicker then turned his eyes back towards Winter. After a brief moment, he looked and saw the twins of the house and didn't say anything but simply nodded towards them. "I hope no one noticed the slight change in the weather a few moments ago." Chad looked over towards Winter with a wink, chuckling as he raised a brow. "Where are the other two ladies of the house, Valerie and Scarlett?"

With the shrug of his shoulders, he eyed everyone that was present in the kitchen. "So, anyone up for some breakfast? Lunch?" He asked while rummaging through the cabinet for pots and pans, the loud clanging basically filling up the kitchen. "I know, how about brunch? Yeah, I'll make brunch." Chad nodded his head while sitting the pots and pans on the stove and looking for something to cook now. He tapped his chin with his index finger, wondering what would be best for this occasion.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Aiden was currently struggling greatly behind his calm exterior, and so the others likely assumed that nothing was wrong. The method of travel from the curb he was sitting at not even 5 minutes ago to where he was now, in the kitchen of what he could only surmise belonged to the house he was recently searching for. When the boy named Danny had appeared out of nowhere and hastily introduced himself before placing a hand on Aiden's shoulder and immediately whisking him off to somewhere else faster than one could blink, he was understandably alarmed, as any ordinary individual would be. Of course, Aiden was obviously not 'ordinary,' at least not according to the normal human beings who used the word to describe themselves. But if there were ever someone who felt 'ordinary' in an otherwise completely extraordinary world, it was Aiden Connors. So, needless to say, an ordinary person being instantaneously teleported from one place to the next for the first time would force them into something of a panic. And Aiden was no exception to this reflex...

The other inhabitants of the house all kindly greeted him as they passed by the kitchen before going about their own business, giving him a wave here, or a "hi" there, leaving Aiden to return their kindness with a simple wry smile and an uncomfortable wave of his own. He noted the twins, having the quick thought over whether or not one of them might be blind, before moving on to nodding at a blonde-haired woman who gave him a simple wave and no name before heading towards the door, until finally Chad showed up. All seemed more or less okay on the outside, but Aiden was practically screaming on the inside to keep the boiling heat within to a low temperature. This was a battle he felt he was about to lose.

When the blonde girl left to go outside, Aiden figured he should do the same, and as soon as possible; or risk the chance of lighting up the kitchen along with the fine people around him. He barely noticed Chad walk in at first, and certainly wasn't paying much attention to what he was talking about, but managed a hasty wave as he quickly passed him by all the same. To anyone who didn't have a clue as to what could be going on with him, it might have looked incredibly rude, but Aiden didn't have time to explain. He simply made a beeline straight for the front door -- or what he believed to be the front door, at least; the same door the blonde girl had gone through just before him. Quickly throwing it open, having left his bag back in the kitchen, he rushes out towards the area of the yard opposite and across from the greenhouse, and collapses on all fours just as smoke began to gently billow out from under his clothing. In addition, steam blew from his nose as he breathed heavily and closed his eyes to try and concentrate on not igniting; his fingers slowly curling around the blades of grass, which soon withered in his clutches from the sheer heat of his body temperature. Calming himself down was proving to be quite the task, and his fear of not being able to keep it under control was in turn making the whole process that much more difficult...

This was exactly why Aiden was initially so against the idea of even showing up, much less agreeing to stay, because if he couldn't keep his cool for more than 5 minutes of arrival, then he was in no way fit to become a permanent resident of the household -- no matter how much Winter or Chad had wished it...

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"Alright, thanks for letting me know Will!" Winter called from her stance in the kitchen. That was something that no matter how little or unimportant seeming, Winter always wanted to know. Where everyone was. It wasn't a rule or anything of the house, it just gave her a peace of mind; especially when it came to the twins. Ever since that god damn night, she worried about them constantly whenever they were out or if they were going to make it back. That's the only real clear thing she remembered about the whole Lucien ordeal- how she felt when she didn't know if Rob and Will were alive or not. That was probably one of the worst pains she's ever felt, like she'd already fallen off a cliff and didn't know what was waiting for her at the bottom of it.

Letting out a single tired groan, she moved over to the copper kettle that sat on the stove top, hobbling slightly due to the small inch heel on her single foot setting her height off. There was a little bit of water left inside, but not enough to re-heat for a cup of tea, so she grabbed the handle and moved back over to the sink and sat it inside, removing its top and running the water to fill it back up. Glancing over her shoulder as Will moved into the kitchen, she turned fully back around and began saying, "Nope, the note was for Da-" before cutting herself off with a small yelp of surprise as Danny teleported inside right next to her, Aiden by his side. Clutching her chest automatically, she took in a large breath of air, letting the counter behind her fully support her weight as she leaned back. Every god damn time. Every time he teleported like that, she always jumped out of her wits. Thankfully she didn’t have anything in her hands this time; too many times has she wasted a gallon of milk by spilling it on the floor or broke countless cups to them shattering on the floor as she let go of her grasp in shock. Glancing over at the boy as he stuttered his way about, she couldn’t help but flash a small smile. He had troubles talking with girls, it was pretty well known in the house. Nodding her head, Winter gave an apologetic look towards Aiden, saying, "I’m sorry, I think I need an updated map, my handwriting is kind of hard to decipher,” right before Rob strolled on into the kitchen,placing his hand on her back after tossing the strings to his brother.

She knew what he was doing, she always noticed it.

She was grateful, really, but she wasn’t one to generally like being worried about. She always worried about everyone else, so it just felt a little weird to her. Glancing back down at her foot, as both Danny and Rob asked about, Chad even giving a prolonged glance at when he made his entrance, she shrugged and gave a stifled grin. "I just got myself in a rocky situation, It’s nothing,” she stated back, a little more then pleased with herself for the use of the word rocky, as she gave a wave to Val before she left for the green house more then likely.

Hearing Chad say something about the weather, which was an obvious tip towards his power, she cocked an eyebrow at him, silently questioning what he had been doing a few minutes prior to set his mood off like that. A small pang of worry stirred in the petite girls heart, but it was hard to focus on that, or anything for that matter, with the amount of people in close proximity to her. Usually she was fine, only getting the slight urge for her mind had to wonder around peoples heads, but obviously someone must have been feeling uncomfortable as her mind tugged towards theirs like a dog on a leash excited for a walk. Glancing over at Aiden, she half expected him to be uncomfortable with all that was happening. He obviously was good covering up his emotions. One would barley notice by looking at his face, but he probably had a lot of practice trying to keep his calm, even if it never really worked out.

She knew what happened when Aiden lost his cool, and she knew how he felt about it, so she wasn’t surprised at all when he slipped out trying to be discreet as possible. Her evergreen eyes followed him till he vanished out the door, and she gave a brief glance at Chad saying, “I’ll be right back, and make me some eggs please,” before shutting off the still running tap and picking up the overspilling kettle, unsure if he’d need her to drench him cool. Walking out of the kitchen, she quickly paused and popped her head back in, calling to Chad once more, "also, make them scrambled!” before leaving and popping out the door Aiden had left at.

She debated having Will come along with her, so he could do his emotions thing to make him calm down, but she needed to try this first, and wasn't going to spring that on him so quick. However, she would get Will if she needed him later on.

Glancing around the surrounding area, it wasn't at all hard to spot the smoking boy, as the grass withered beneath his grip. Walking towards him, she made sure to make some scuffling noises and walk casually enough that she wouldn't startle him. Sitting herself down on the grass cross-legged, enough space between them that he knew she wasn't scared of what he'd do, but also enough so she didn't get yelled at by him to get back, she set the kettle beside her, folding her arms in her lap. "If you need to, you know," she started to say, before realizing she didn't know how to put it into words. Instead, she went with hand gestures, making them combust as she made some poof noises. She hoped he got what she was trying to say and that she didn't come off seeming like an insensitive arse. "sorry," she said giving a sheepish look, "but really, what you're doing now is only suppressing it back in it's cage, It's not a bad thing to let go- and I have reinforcements," she said, holding up the kettle with water in it, before glancing in and saying, "though, I don't know if this will be enough, I think there's a hose right over there however."

Winter knew well what happened if there was no outlet of emotion. For her, her mind would send a rush of inexplicable pain to the closest persons head, but she wouldn't inform Aiden of that. No, she needed to make sure he was okay enough before she spat on random babbles of similar experiences. She needed to focus on him, not on stupid stories that wouldn't likely make him feel better. He just need to know someone was there for him, wasn't afraid of what he could or would do.

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Aiden heard Winter's footsteps as she walked up from behind him before she passed and sat down a few feet in front of him. He gave her a few glances and immediately felt concerned for her, being so near during one of his... "episodes" as he liked to call them, but he understood that she must have known he would have, considering that she had half the mind to distance herself from his personal space. Even still, he couldn't help keep her safety in mind, just as he was doing for the others, which is the sole reason why he left the house in the first place. The young woman must have read his mind, Aiden didn't know, because she initiated conversation with a seemingly innocent joke.

Aiden gave out an exhausted laugh in response to her poorly-timed, ordinarily mean-spirited gesture; although he knew she meant well, which is probably why he genuinely found it somewhat funny. That said, it wasn't doing much for him at the moment, and it was clear to Winter that it wasn't either. She apologized and went on to comfort him with words of good faith, that it would be "okay" to let it go. Aiden immediately gave a firm shake of his head as he continued trying to suppress the rising heat coming from his core. To let it out would be to give it power over him, and that's what Aiden was most afraid of. He believed that, once you give something power over yourself, it's nearly impossible to ever take that power back...

"Y-You should go back inside..." he said, his voice sounding somewhat nasally due to the blood rushing to his head from the sheer effort he was putting into keeping his ability at bay. He brushed passed her mention of "reinforcements," knowing that a bucket full of water would only serve to cool him off for a few seconds at best. His problem at the moment was trying to calm the ability itself down from having been triggered by the sudden experience of instantaneous travel. It was like a defense mechanism; only ever activating when Aiden was either scared or his instincts of fight or flight were kicked in the ass. Aiden's control over his emotions was fairly adept by this point in his young life, but his control over the supernatural power inside of him was novice at best.

It was then that Aiden felt the all-too familiar sensation of the heat finally escaping the confines of his body, which meant only one thing: fire. While it wasn't large enough a scale to warrant a panic from either one of them, a small flame licked up the fingers of his right hand, and then his left, from where they were entwined with the grass that was now nothing but ash. Up it ran along the backs of his hands where it halted just before his wrists, now beginning to singe the fabric of his jacket sleeves. He let out a deep breath, slowly, as if to try and coo the flames back into slumber. This seemed to help a bit, but not enough to actually extinguish them. At this, Aiden closed his eyes once more and spoke to Winter in a tone of self-berate.

"... Off to a great start, aren't I?" he said, smiling wryly. "Hasn't even been a second since I stepped foot into your lives and I'm already..." He paused, searching for the words to described this situation, finding it hard to just as Winter had before him. "Like this..." was all he could say in the end. He began rubbing the knuckles of his fingers into the dirt beneath the grass, in an attempt to smother the fire that was currently trying to claw its way to roaring life. "I shouldn't have come out here..."

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Robin waved at Valerie as she made an appearance. With Valerie leaving, Robin watched her go, seeing that Will was following her movement as she moved around outside then. Will liked to watch everyone when they were outside. He hated the fact that he hadn't seen Lucien in time to avoid what had happened. He hated himself for it.

Rob watched as Chad entered, giving a little wave. Will looked up to him but didn't wave. He liked to be solitary when others that were new were around. He liked people, but he didn't trust people. Not easily at least. He had good reason to as well. Robin waved to get his attention and managed to sign to Will using sign language that he would need to help Robin that night.

Will nodded his acknowledgment to Robin before leaning back in his chair. "Chad, I will take an omelet. I'll make drinks," Will stated as he made sure to reign in any electricity that could possibly shock him before moving to the fridge to begin drinks. Robin and Will both had a smoothie in the morning to make them stronger with their immune systems already being so weak.

Robin nodded, agreeing with Will's offer. "If you don't mind, I'll take one too," Robin stated as he moved to the kitchen counter and began stringing Will's guitar. It was a nice one too. Robin was pretty good at it now, having learned when he was younger since Will hadn't bothered to. He had been so bitter about his blindness when they were younger and he hadn't been able to control his electricity nearly as well causing Will to have a hard time doing anything at all.

"What is brunch anyway?" Will asked as he began tossing a whole bunch of bananas and strawberries on a cutting board. Before he began, he walked to the sink and washed his hands, flinching slightly when his thumb made a spark and hit his other hand. Sighing, Will grabbed a knife and neither him nor Robin freaked out. As Will began cutting the fruit evenly and carefully, he moved quickly. Robin sat at the table, the switching of which twin was which only shown by the difference in outfits. Will wore an outfit his ex foster father had bought him a few years ago. Rob on the other hand wore an outfit he had gotten from his brother last Christmas, picked out with the assistance of Winter to make sure Will got a color that wouldn't look bad.

"It's like, sweet and savory and salty all at once, in the same meal," Robin reasoned. He liked to cook and since Will was better at tasting then most people, Will knew what Robin was talking about. He nodded his understanding before tossing the fruit into a blender he had gotten out. He began blending the fruit together for moment before opening the blender again. He tossed a couple of ice cubes in before resuming the blending, dancing a little to it as he heard a beat.

Winter mentioned how her shoe got stuck in the rocks and Robin covered up a smile before watching as Aiden, the new kid, rushed outside. Robin smiled as he sat back, done with the guitar. "Hey Chad, have you seen the first aid kit around?" Robin asked leisurely, hoping the dude wouldn't ask why. Will seemed to freeze a moment from where he stood though he covered it up by continuing to blend.

Will tossed the blender into the sink before grabbing some glasses and filling them with the smoothie. The banana was packed with potassium which helped both twins get stronger with both their electricity and their immune system.

"Yo Rob, Aiden's outside lit up," Will announced as he observed the scene from where he was sipping his smoothie. He looked like he was staring into a wall, but was in reality watching the scene outside from inside.

"Like me lighting up?" Robin asked as he stood to go look outside through a window instead of through a wall since that didn't work for him. Robin could heat his body and light it up. He had caught a paper on fire once, but that was just because he was sick and his body hadn't been able to control the heat it developed while it was trying to fix itself.

Will shook his head as he took another sip of his smoothie. There were a couple others on the table for those who wanted one as well as some still in the blender. "Nope. Like lit up with fire," Will stated simply before going to pick up his guitar. He sat where Robin had sat and set his smoothie down. With that, he began trying to tune the guitar. He had an ear in order to hear the sharps and flats and how off his guitar, or other instruments, were.

"Haven't seen that before," Robin stated simply before going to retrieve his smoothie. "So what's the plan today? Does anyone know?" Robin asked as he moved to sit next to his brother who pretended he didn't hear Robin.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Chad shrugged his shoulders at a thought he had earlier then turned as Aiden ran outside of the house. With a raised brow, Chad stood there in a shocked manner and looked at Winter. "So, which one of us is going to check on Torch?" He laughed at his little nickname for Aiden already then went back to preparing brunch for the household. He wondered if Aiden was uncomfortable around them and how could he be. Everyone in the house was just alike but different in their own little way, even the twins. With the shake of his head, he heard Winter's request and nodded his head, giving her a brief thumbs up.

He scrambled Winter's eggs then threw the scrambled mix into the fryer and stirred them with pure precision then flopped them onto a nearby plate. He dashed salt and pepper, slightly on top of them but knew that she was going to want something else to go along with her eggs. Chad looked at the twins with a raised brow. "You two." He said after hearing their request and going back over towards the fridge and cabinet then back over to the counter, putting their omelet mixtures together.

His ears twitched when he heard one of them ask what brunch is then turned and replied. "Brunch is basically breakfast but during lunch time? The hell if I know, just heard it a lot." Chad quirked his lips to the side, a bit unsure if he explained that correctly then saw Robin grab bananas and strawberries to make a smoothie. "Dude, you're blind, right?" He turned towards Will in confusion then watched as a spark came from the sink. "Yeah, as usual, electricity and water doesn't go hand in hand." Chad chuckled then went rummaging for the first aid kit. He sat it down on the counter, patting it just in case it came in handy then eyed Rob as he made the smoothie.

With a raised brow, he turned back towards the stove and finished up Will's and Rob's omelet then laid it out before them, already have forks on their plates. "Enjoy, guys." Chad said with a smile then grabbed two more plates, that were already prepared and went out to where Winter and Aiden were present. "Hey, hope I am interrupting anything. Just wanted to bring you guys the brunch I prepared." Chad handed Winter her scrambled eggs with a side of bacon, just the way she likes it then held out a plate towards Aiden. "You do not have to accept this but I'll sit it right here, just in case you want to eat and talk." Chad bent down and sat the plate down beside Aiden then raised up while looking at Winter with a slight wink.

"Okay, I am going back inside now so..." Without finishing his sentence, he walked back inside of the house, the kitchen then eyed Danny. "So, would you like me to prepare you something, as well?" He bit his bottom lip nervously, wondering what was up with Aiden. He knew that Winter would tell him later on but he kind of wanted to know right now. A slight sigh escaped over his parted lips as he hoped that Aiden is not another Lucien. If he was, then he might as well not ever set one foot back into the house.

With another sigh, he awaited Danny's reply but then thought where was Valerie and Scarlett. "Excuse me, Danny. I must go and find two females but when I get back, I'll make you your brunch." Chad said while exiting the house and going towards the glass house, where he saw Valerie going into earlier when he was outside in the shed. While walking in, he maneuvered himself beside Valerie and stood there with a smile. "Mind if I join you?" He'd ask while standing there with his hands inside of his pocket, an innocent but charming look placed upon his face.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Danny stood there, silently watching as everybody went about their business. He didn't want to start stuttering again, and seem like a total spaz in front of the new guy. Well anymore than what he already seems to be. He probably hasn't made the best first impression on the new guy. When Chad came in Danny gave him a nod as a hello. Even if he wasn't talking directly talking to a girl he still get's nervous, and awkward when even in the same room. That troubles him, he likes the girls in the house all well, and fine, and would like to hold a complete conversation with them.

When Winter finally left the room after Aiden he let out a sigh. "She hates me..." He muttered. And why wouldn't she? He can barely string a complete sentance to her, and gives her a heart attack daily. It's not like he does it on purpose, and he always feels pretty rotten about it. "Oh he's using his powers? I wanna see!" Danny said as he teleported to the window next to Robin. Or at least who he hoped was Robin, he get's the two confused a lot, though the one looking at a wall was probably the nearly blind one.

"Pyrokinesis? That's cool...er...whatever. You know what I mean." He said as he watched Aiden, and Winter outside. "I was kinda hoping he was a shape-shifter. Always wanted to see one. And younger....I hate being the baby of the family." He stated. "Think he's gonna stay? Hope I didn't freak him out too much by teleporting him here. I didn't think it'd weird him out too much, since he's got powers and all." Danny wondered. He'd hate to be the reason why someone didn't want to stay.

Danny turned around to face Chad as he rentered the room. "Nah, I'm good. I had me a poptart for breakfast this morning." Danny declined to his offer of brunch. Though he wasn't sure if he heard him or not as he was already off to go see Valerie. Danny sighed. He wishes he had his confidence. "Aren't you the one always with the plan?" Danny asked Robin as he moved over next to the two. "I...I.." Danny started to say, but was interuppted by a sneeze. Lucky he had the vampire sneeze down, and didn't spray the twins. Danny teleported away, and ended up a few feet away from where he was, facing away from the twin.

Danny turned back around, and rubbed his nose. "Dang it. Well at least I didn't end up on the roof this time...or in a closet."

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Lucien Stafford Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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The sky outside looked beautiful today as Scarlett sat outside high up in the tree that was closest to the house. She's been up for a while, silently snuck outside with her sketchbook and climbed up into the tree in order to draw. The early hours seemed to be more relaxing for her even though she wasn't really a morning person but today she had felt different, more laid-back than cranky. Her pencil ran smoothly over the off white colored canvas as it sketched a detailed scenery that she had once saw in a dream of hers. The sketch resembled what looked like a cave, a huge one with vegetation growing all around it.

Her hand kept gently moving across the page making the vines come to life on the paper as she delicately wrapped them around the thin bridge made of stone that stretched from one side of the cave to the other. The trees had merged with the rock and intertwined with them as they stuck out from almost everywhere giving the whole scene an eerie yet familiar feel to Scarlett. Now intrigued on how familiar the picture looked she kept going, she had to finish it now. Next came the wildflowers that resided down under the bridge next to the small stream that flowed into a decent sized body of water inside the cave. In the center of the body of water stood a tree tall and wide bearing the beautiful sight of white petals with only a small fraction of the ceiling removed and crumbled away letting the sun enter so it directly shun on the tree.

Using the eraser Scarlett erased a slight mistake then took a small break. Her head lifted up from her sketchbook and leaned back against the tree with eyes closed as a breeze passed by. Her lungs inflated with the sweet scent of earth and flowers making her body relax with a faint smile upon her lips. A sudden burst of noise caused Scarlett to open her eyes. Blinking a few times her eyes wandered around in front of her before actually looking down and noticing a boy on the ground, wasn't that the new guy? Her eyebrow rose in slight confusion before Winter's silhouette came into view, they began to talk but Scarlett was to high to hear, plus she felt as if she would be invading their privacy if she could hear them. The woman's eyes caught the sight of his flames though which caused a jog in her memory. The lantern! That's right, there was a lantern in my dream.

Inwardly talking to herself Scarlett moved her eyes back down to her paper totally forgetting about the two below her and drew the lantern that she had pictured in her head on the right side of the bridge. Once she finished her gaze swept over the sketch, she took in everything and it looked beautifully eerie to her but something was missing. Tapping the pencil against her chin softly and in a slow rhythmic way Scarlett pondered the question of what was missing. She thought and thought for a couple of minutes and once she got frustrated enough she blew out a sigh, finally giving up for now.

Climbing down a few branches quietly before jumping the rest of the way down Scar landed on her feet, a little wobble but still on her feet. Her head turned slightly around to check if the two behind her noticed her before slightly jogging back inside through the front door and into the kitchen where she was met with the rest of her friends. "Hey there" she smiled and softly waved before pushing up her glasses and settling her sketchbook along with the pencil on the table.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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XXXThe hammock inside the greenhouse was by far her favorite feature. When people couldn't find her, she was in either one of three places. The greenhouse, the stone shed, or her room. It was rare to see her in the living room simply hanging around, or in the kitchen at times other that breakfast and dinner. She typically skipped lunch.
XXXValerie felt weightless a top of the hanging piece of cloth. A leg dangled out from a side, and her eyes remained closed. Some wonder what she even had to think about anymore. Most of her time was spent within her head. The girl didn't mind in the slightest. Her mind was the only place she could function through anything. The reality was, what didn't she have to think about.
XXXInside her mind she debated the values of the world. She was her own philosopher. It was like cosmos laid hidden within her, waiting to be discovered. She thought the same of everyone else. Valerie believed all people had potential to be brighter than the stars. But she didn't want to shine. She wanted to be a fly on the wall, watching the world turn about, eventually to one day share words with others.
XXXAt this point in her life, she knew she was much to inexperienced to share supposed wisdom. Even after all she went through, and all she endured - she only waited for life's next boulder to come her way. Whatever that ended up being, she felt prepared.
XXXThe one time she opened her eyes to look out of the glass planes, she saw smoke rising from the new person, and fire spew. So that was his ability. Valerie had to be glad she chose to let him go about his business instead of trying to speak to him. The pressure was probably a lot for the guy to handle. She didn't feel bad in particular, but she understood the feeling. When she arrived to the house, she was the same way. Those that knew her would say she's talkative now compared to her former state. At her first arrival, she hardly left her room. Over time she was able to come out of that shell, but the quiet still seeped within her.
XXXThe small bell a top of the door to the greenhouse rang, and her eyes averted over to the door. She saw Chad walking towards her, and could only wonder if he needed something. She liked him well enough, as she did everyone else. No one had given her a reason to particularly dislike them either. She returned the smile her gave her with weaker intensity. She sat up as well as she could within the hammock when he asked if he could join her.
XXX"It's as much your greenhouse as mine. I don't mind. There's a chair against the wall" she pointed before putting her head back down within the cloth. She didn't have much to say in the terms of conversation. Though, many learned that by now.



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"Aiden, the first thing you need to know about me is I'm not one to leave people alone like this," she spoke softly, no other tone in her voice other then the one that let him know that was just the plain and simple truth.

And it was the truth. Never once when one of the other residents of the house were having a panic attack or any other sort of freak out was Winter never there. She wanted to help. Really, that's all she ever wanted to do. That's the whole reason Chad and herself started the Haven, she didn't want anyone to feel like she used to feel-- hell, still feels. Alone and not in control of ones own life. It was a place of acceptance, and a place to learn to control. Looking at Aiden now, she knew he couldn't leave the Haven, however she wasn't going to stop him if he truly wanted to, this wasn't a prison. She could almost feel the fear coming off of him, the fear that nearly everyone in the house had experienced once before thanks to delightful history. Everyone here really had the fear of hurting someone, wether or not they experienced it first hand. She had, and she knew the unbearable guilt that came along with it. Not a damn day went by when she wasn't reminded of something she’d done in the past because she just couldn’t control her power. There was no way to fully rid herself of that.

Winter went to say something else, but stopped abruptly before she even made a sound as Chad made an appearance, food in hand. This really was a bad time. He set them down with only a small statement, before disappearing into the house again. She knew Chad so well that honestly nothing he did could surprise her anymore. He probably just wanted to check out the situation; he was a little watchful sometimes. He, like her, didn’t want a Lucien situation again. No one would want that again, or needed to worry about that. Thats why Chad, the Twins, and herself never brought it up to the rest of the members to the house. No need for them to worry.

Speaking of which, The Lucien ordeal was another prime example of how Winter would try and help and protect people without a care in the world about her own health and well-being. She had stopped a fight between Lucien and Chad on the night of the disaster, and ended up getting sliced pretty badly in the back. Despite her photogenic memory, and the fact she remembered every singe detail of her past life, that was the only thing that ever showed up as a blur to her. During that time, she never even felt a real pain from the metal that punctured and slid down her skin with ease. All she remembered was the worry she felt. The worry that something bad was going to happen to her family, or that something already had. She knew that Rob and Will had left to track Lucien, and when Lucien came back blood drenched and mumbling on how he killed someone, her mind immediately jumped to the twins. That’s all she remembered of that night, the horror of not knowing if they were alive or dead. She didn't remember some stupid wound.

Looking at the plate, she simply pushed it slightly away from herself. Her eggs were going to get cold.

Turning her attention fully back to the boy in front of her, she said, “I’m glad you came here. Do not ever think that you’re troublesome here, because you aren’t.” If Aiden never came to the Haven, he would simply continue on in his life having these panic like attacks, no control. Yes, he could work on controlling them himself, but it’s much easier with someone else helping out- especially someone who had first hand experiences the same as his. Well, not fully the same, but similar. “Just listen to my voice okay? Focus on that, not the thoughts running through your head,” she stated, speaking with her soft british tone again. She was going to treat it like a panic attack, in which it really was. Just a panic attack with a little something special.

“I’m going to help you with this,” she started off, her vibrant green eyes trying to catch his frustrated gaze. “Come to me when you feel one of these coming, or with anything wrong. You can trust me, and I will trust you. No questions asked.” He could honestly go to anyone in the house when he was having an issue, and she knew they would try and help in their own personal ways if they could. But she could tell Aiden wouldn't freely just go to anyone, wouldn't freely open up to anyone. It really was a one person at a time process.

"Now I want you to take deep breaths and focus on something completely different in your head. Get whatever negative thoughts in your head and replace them." That's where the root of the problem lied- he couldn't calm down. He had a worry in his head that was just making it worse, and as soon as he stopped focusing on that, and started focussing on something more pleasant, he hopefully would start to come down from whatever emotional high he was on. "Try counting backwards in your head from a hundred, think of a pleasant memory. I could even tell you a stupid story or sing, whatever gets you out of your thoughts." That's often what she would do when her own thoughts overwhelmed her. She didn't like asking for help, but she'd sometimes go to Chad and just tell him to keep talking, tell her silly things that didn't even have to make sense. It helped, if even for a little bit. Her mind would go from processing her own memories and trying to tug it's way to everyone else's mind, and focus on what he was saying.

If Aiden really needed it, Winter could even go into his head and pull out a good memory, showing it to him almost like a movie in his thoughts. She could even pull out one of her own good memories. She didn't want to offer that up quite yet however, it was more of a last minute thing. He needed to learn how to control these without someone else there, in case the situation ever presented itself.

She hoped this would work for him, but she knew even if it didn't, she wouldn't stop trying to find something that would however long it took.

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Aiden's blue eyes moved back and forth between Winter's own green, feeling her earnest from their gaze and the words she put forth. He was always against trusting himself around others, but when he was sitting next to someone like Winter, he felt like he could trust in her confidence that everything would be okay with her. He couldn't explain it -- it was just a feeling he got from her very presence. There was something special about her, and considering how many people trusted and cared for her, who followed her and lived under the same roof with her guidance... it made a lot of sense.

Aiden chose that moment to close his eyes and just listen to Winter talk, as she had instructed. He focused on her voice, rather than his own thoughts, or the energy that was spilling out of his hands to form soft flames. She gave him her support, so easily, even after only having known him for about 10 minutes in total since she confronted him that night in Boston, to now in her backyard. Aiden couldn't help but think of how incredible she was to be capable of such a thing. Granted, Aiden likely would have done the same if the roles were reversed. He, too, liked to help others wherever possible. It was just a matter of not hurting them himself in the process. But in any case, he pushed thoughts like those out of his head and simply just focused on Winter's presence, which, somewhat surprising to him, he happened to find very relaxing.

First, he took a deep breath, as she suggested. He knew right away he wouldn't be able to conjure up a "good memory," at least not for very long, as such memories were always soon followed by a reminder of why they stopped being good. Thus, he moved on to counting backwards from 100. He only managed to get to 73 before he was interrupted by a fluctuation of the heat within his body, making him lose count and momentarily focus on what was going on with his power again, out of reflex. He shook his head, a frustrated scowl on his brow. Without opening his eyes, he spoke to Winter once more.

"Counting didn't work..." he said with a sigh of disappointment, pausing to think of what would be the next best trick according to her list and his own past experiences with these outbursts of his. When he wasn't able to think of anything particularly effective for the current moment, he decided to go with something simple, yet pleasant. "Go ahead and tell me a story after all-- or just...talk...or something..." He paused again as he smiled out of slight embarrassment to what he was going to say next, shrugging a bit, as if to give the impression that it was a simple truth. "I... I like the sound of your voice. It's kinda soothing..." Now Aiden felt as though his face had gone slightly red for an entirely different reason, although none would have been able to tell on account of how red he was from sheer concentration alone.

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Winter watched intently, a soft worry in her gaze as he tried what she had suggested. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, but he looked way too focused for it to be a good memory, or any other type of memory for that matter. That didn’t surprise her exactly, she had a feeling Aiden didn’t have many bright remembrances in his life. Not ones that would have lasted too long at least, it was a pretty commonly shared trait amongst other ability users. Aiden seemed to be doing better then before however; he didn't seem as close to the edge of his metaphorical cliff as he once did before, yet he wasn't exactly close from stepping off that ledge either. She could see the pure focus on whatever he decided to concentrate on, but he was still too frustrated with it all. He was still thinking about the negative, and she needed to get him completely off that topic. If she could get him to not have an outburst at this moment, she would consider that a win. And if not? Well this was a pretty damn good start.

"It's okay, don't be frustrated," she spoke softly, unfolding her hands from her lap and putting them behind her in order to shift her weight onto them.

As he told her the trick didn’t work, she shook her head slightly as she said, "counting doesn't work for everyone, you just need to find your method," giving a slight lopsided smile.

The tiny smile turned into an amused grin at his later comments about her voice, and she couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape her lips. “It’s the british accent isn’t it? When I first came to America that’s all people ever told me, that my accent was either super weird or super cool. Granted, they were all little kids,” she giggled on, remembering some of the more funnier encounters she had. Most adults ignored it of course, but little kids always seemed to speak their minds. She didn’t care at all however. Despite being quite a young teenager herself when she arrived, she always loved little children. Their innocence was something she envied and barley ever had in her own childhood. Their thoughts were pure and untainted, which was a breath of cool ice air back when she couldn’t stop connections. She preferred children's thoughts of candy or early morning saturday cartoons rather then the thoughts of people who were making their way homes from one night stands or ones who thought evil and gruesome things. Yet kids were always more inquisitive and sensitive to unusual things, so they would pick up on Winters own strangeness fairly quickly if they were around her long enough. They also never took issue in bringing it up.

“Okay, I can do a story, just let me think,” she said, as she glanced up instinctively towards the blue and slightly clouded sky. She needed to come up with something quickly, but it was proving hard to do so. She herself didn’t have too many great memories, and those that were only lasted around a minute or more, not necessarily something that she could keep on talking about. She could come up with a story- but she was terrible at that. Her creativity dwindled as she got older, as a child she could come up with the most ridiculous yet creative tales, but now the best she could probably do was to come up with something about a dog who lost his ball and how that’s really just a metaphor for life. Which is really weird.

Finally a memory clicked to mind and a small gentle smile spread on her face.

“Okay, I got one!” She stated, half excitedly. “Alright, so back when I was a kid I was pretty isolated in my house. It was a gated home, and the only people I ever saw were my parents and some of my dads, uhm, coworkers.” She wasn’t going to say his co workers were people who tested on her, no, she was going to try and keep this as light and happy as possible. “Anyways, one day, I was five years old, I was left alone as Dad was at work and Mum was shopping, but I was at the kitchen table painting with some of the stuff my mother left me to be entertained with. My mom was an artist so it was the easiest thing for her to do for me.” She did that a lot. “All of a sudden, there was this knocking sound on the window, and I’m a very jumpy person, so I screamed and fell off my chair. The paints came down with me, and I got blue all in my hair,” she laughed lightly remembering the odd spectacle. “Anyways, I looked at the window and theres a young boy, who was probably around my age at the time, peering in and staring at me with these huge blue eyes. I didn’t know exactly how to react so I just kind of yelled from my spot on the floor, ‘Are you real?’ To which he just nodded frantically in reply. It was just so weird to me, I’ve never met anyone remotely close to my age. I got up and ran outside just super eager, and I asked him how he got in past the gates. Turns out he was a good climber.” She smiled, moving her hands back onto her lap where she twiddled her thumbs. “I think of him as my first friend even though I don’t even know his name. He told me he was on vacation in my city of Cambridge because his dad was doing a guest speaking at the university. When I said his voice sounded funny, he then informed me he lived in America. I guess he left early in the morning from his hotel to go exploring. I can only imagine now just how worried his parents must have been.” Turns out he actually wasn’t too far from his hotel. After Winters mother came home, she asked the young boy where he lived and he told her the name of the hotel. All she told Winter was that he did get back to his parents safety and that she shouldn’t interact with any one ever again unless it was those she’d already been told she was allowed to. “We spent the whole day just running around my property, and broke some stuff by accident. I had a tire swing and we both sat on it, but the branch couldn’t support both of us and it snapped. I got so scratched up, it was funny. In between all the dirt on my clothes and the paint in my hair, I don’t think I’ve ever been that dirty in my life.” That reminded her of another thing she and the boy did. “We went inside eventually and I asked him if he wanted to paint. What we ended up doing is grabbing one of my mothers overly large canvases and we painted or hands, out feet and we splashed colours all over it, made a mess really. Thats when my mother finally came back and found us. I told him that he could keep the painting, so he took it with him when my mom went to take him to find his parents.”

She got in a lot of trouble afterwards, but that wasn’t something she needed to go into detail about.

“I don’t think I’ve actually ever told anyone that story…” She pointed out, trying to think back. No, that was a lie, she did. Lucien. But she wouldn’t bring that up. Really, she never told anyone much about her past history. Chad knew most of what she dealt with as a kid. He was the only one who knew of what caused her parents to run of the road and die that night. It wasn’t even something she was planning on telling him- she had fallen asleep on the couch beside him one night and started having nightmare about it, accidentally pulling him into it. That only proved to remind her why her bedroom was in the basement far apart from everyone else’s room. It allowed her to not be pulled into anyone dreams, or to pull anyone into hers. The Twins knew a bit about her past too but not in full detail. She never generally told stories like this though. It just never came up into conversation, and she never thought of it as something others would really want to know. She's told Danny a few silly things from her past or stupid things she's done in order to try to strike up conversation with him, but thats it.

Studying Aiden with an inquisitive look, she tried to assess how exactly well he was doing.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Chad smiled towards Valerie at her words then went over to the corner and grabbed the chair, sitting down in front of her. "So, why are you out here alone and not inside the house? I made brunch." He spoke softly then bit his bottom lip while leaning up towards her. "I know that you are the silent and kind of awkward type of person but you don't have to be around me or the others. We're just like you..." Chad smiled as he said his next word. "Special." He sighed while leaning back in his chair, shrugging his shoulders. "Plus, you missed the new guy running out in a blaze. Literally." Chad chuckled slightly as his use of words there. He eyed Valerie again then lowered his head a little, trying to figure out what she likes.

He had nothing. Chad really wanted Valerie to open up a little bit more but of course, for anybody, that took time. He smirked a little then snapped his fingers in the air, reaching out to grab her hand. "Oh, my god, follow me." He'd run outside and hold Valerie in place then take a few steps away from her now. "Watch this." Chad closed his eyes for a moment and breathed then opened his eyes and held his hands up to the air. Soon, dark gray clouds would hide the sun and fill the sky along with a soft rumble of thunder could be heard and a light rain began to drop from the sky.

"Cool, right?" He looked towards Valerie then clenched his fists as the rain got slightly heavier. Chad knew how to hone his ability really well, of course with Winter's mentoring. Chad once again held his hands up towards the air and the rain stopped, along with the rumbles of thunder and the sun shined once again. "Pretty neat, huh?" He had completely forgotten about the fact that Winter and Aiden was outside. Chad put that thought in the back of his mind because he knew that he was going to hear it later. Him and Winter always had have conversations when he accidentally got too carried away with his ability.

"I should apologize for getting you wet." Chad chuckled at his comment then looked up at Valerie. "Maybe now you can go inside the house and dry yourself off?" He practically questioned towards her while turning heel and walking back towards the house. "Your choice." He said while not facing her but hoped that his plan to get her inside of the house worked.

Upon entering the house soaking wet, he didn't speak but simply ran upstairs and got himself a towel to dry his face, arms, hair and legs off. He then made a short trek to his room and changed clothing but wore nothing but a pair of tennis shoes and basketball shorts. Chad strutted around his room, fixing it up a bit then decided to sit on the edge of his bed and open up a book that was left by Lucien. Chad sighed as he maneuvered himself so that he was laying down, belly first onto his bed as he continued to reading the book.

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"Easy for you to say Daredevil, you're not the one with claustrophobia." Danny huffed, and folded his arms at Will saying it's funny when he ends up in a closet. Though Danny would admit it probably is funny, but for a guy with such a intense fear of the dark, and enclosed spaces....it's a nightmare. He shuttered at the mere thought of it. "Besides do you really wanna go there with the downsides of powers?" He smirked, thinking about how he can barely get into water. Though he didn't want to mention it, it seemed like a bit of a low blow to him.

When Will greeted Scarlett he turned to face her, and as before with Winter he began to get all nervous, and avoided eye contact like the plague. Robin's words earlier about him being brave rang in his ears. 'Come on Danny! You can teleport for God's sake, you can talk to one girl! Let's do this!' He mentally preped himself. "Um....H-h-hi.....Sc-c-c-carlett." He struggled to get out, and then he took a deep gulp. "I..I..uh...got a new b-b-book. It's....uh...2-2-2-206-61 Ody-yssey...Th-th-ree. It...not new new....just......t-t-o me. Ha-have y-you....read it?" He struggled, hoping that she understood that he got 2061: Odyssey Three.

Though it may not seem like, he does feel a bit more comfortable around Scarlett than the other girls. Maybe it's because they have a few similar interests, both like vintage things, and movies, and have a apprecation of art. Though he wouldn't call his photos art. But he was still pretty awkward around her. He took a big uncomfortable gulp, and tried to lift up his head to look at her, to no avil. He brought his mind off of her, and began wondering about how Aiden was handling things. He wishes he could do something to help the dude, but he's not quite sure what he can do. His powers are pretty different from his fire thing.

He managed to look over, and saw Chad dripping wet, and heading up stairs. He raised an eyebrow.

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Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Aiden Connors

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Winter's story kept Aiden's attention better than he thought it might have. He listened closely, keeping only her words and the sound of her voice in mind, and as he did he imagined little Winter as quite the rowdy child; but that just made him smile further. The tale of Winter and her friend causing all kinds of mayhem throughout the confines of the former's property left Aiden eager to find out what happened next at every turn, to which Winter obliged without needing to be asked. Aiden could tell that she was letting the memory she was revisiting take the lead, allowing her to be something of a passenger along with the person she was explaining it to.

When the story came to its conclusion, Aiden couldn't help but wonder a great many things that Winter never got around to elaborating on, such as what her father did for a living, who the boy turned out to be, and just how mad her mother was after walking in to find her art room a mess. But Aiden didn't ask right away, and instead gave a more immediate response to her confession that she hadn't told anyone else the story.

"Well that's a shame..." he said, pausing to get her attention once more. "It was a nice story." He smiled at her, conveying his appreciation over her sharing of it with him. Truth be told, if what she said was true, that he was the only one she'd ever told it to, then he felt honored. It made him feel like he was growing roots, which ordinarily would have made Aiden wary, but for some reason, it made him happy knowing Winter was the reason behind it. After all, it was something he hadn't accomplished with anyone or any place in a very long time, and it was already known that there was something special about Winter and her way with supernaturals. Aiden supposed that her managing to make him feel somewhat at home so early on in his time being there meant that she was the real deal. And that made him feel pretty damn happy...

Having completely forgotten about why they were out there in the first place for the first second after he looked down at his hands, his memory was immediately jogged back into place once he realized that they were completely extinguished of any flame, and that in turn allowed him to notice that the heat in his body had cooled down a considerable amount as well. He examined his hands, turning them over to look at his palms and the undersides of his fingers, which were now covered in dirt and ash from when he practically dug them into the soil beneath the grass his fire had eaten. An exhale of surprise and relief escaped his lips before he shot his eyes back up to the person who was responsible. He was honestly shocked at how effective her story really was; he'd never managed to regain control that fast on his own before. He wanted to say something, but found himself caught by her own smile of excitement over their success, and instead just smiled back, not allowing any words to cheapen the moment.

The next moment, however, would have likely interrupted his words anyway, as it had unexpectedly grew slightly darker overhead, and shortly thereafter began to rain. This made Aiden look up at the now-cloudy sky and grin as the droplets landed on his face, making him squint his eyes reflexively. Aiden basked in the sudden coolness which, incidentally, gave aid to their efforts at suppressing his ability. Aiden loved the rain simply because it always had such a calming atmosphere to it, no matter if it was a light and gentle shower, or if it were pouring down like a waterfall. And as if the weather had been reading his mind, the gentle touch of the rain had turned into more of a heavy push, forcing Aiden to look back down at Winter with a bit of a laugh.

"Guess you don't have to worry about using that bucket on me anymore, huh?" he said, a bit more loudly to her on account of the rain drowning out the sound of his voice. Based on her earlier joke, he figured she would have liked that he gave it a nod with one of his own, complimenting the otherwise useless little bucket.

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XXXHer eyes opened when Chad put the chair in front of the hammock. Valerie looked at him as he spoke, her face remaining straight as he tried to almost persuade her to talk. She hadn't realized the vibe she had given off to others. Chad was much more talkative than a few. As he had to be if he was running the place with Winter. Unlike the idea of facilities, and having leaders - she didn't look to them like that. She saw them as mentors, even friends. It was hard to place such authority in people that were her own age. It took a lot to do what they were doing, the idea of being caught bone chilling. Simply, she respected them.
XXX"There's just nothing to say. Don't take it personally" her two sentences calmly rolled from her. The outstretched hand was ignored as she got to her feet, following him outside to see the spectacle that were his abilities.
XXXIt wasn't like she hadn't seen him do this before. She had an idea of everyone's powers. The one she hadn't really seen in action was Winter's. Though she had the idea that Winter used the ability far more than spoken of. As would Valerie is she had that gift. Instead she had life's energy to manipulate within herself.
XXXValerie stood in the grass as Chad raised his hands towards the sky. Moments later soft rain trickled down. All outside were caught in the small event. Valerie's pinned up hair began sticking to her, so she peeled the bandanna that kept her hair back, allowing the blonde waves to fall free. Looking to the new guy it seemed he enjoyed the spectacle.
XXXDespite getting wet she made no attempt to run out of the rain. It was something natural. For the most part at the moment. It was interesting to say the least, Chad's ability. The skies were always something she could get lost in. To control it was something she couldn't imagine.
XXXWhen the rain poured it's last drop Chad apologized. She waved it off, only nodding. Her wet hair dripping, as were her clothes. Before walking inside she took the moment to pause a small distance away from Winter and newbie.
XXX"Welcome to the house" the greeting didn't last long until she walked through the sliding glass doors back into the house. Slipping off her shoes on the small mat, Valerie wrung out her hair slightly on it as well. She shook her head to get back the natural flow of it. Inside was the sound of guitar and the chattering of others.
XXXValerie moved past them all to the hallway into her room to find new things to wear. She'd rather not get everything wet. The girl slipped on sweatpants instead figuring they wouldn't leave the house for the remainder of the day. She sat down on her bed, pulling her guitar from the corner, plucking away at the strings. She played with an absent mind, the song Wonderwall. Even if others thought she wasn't the happiest, or the friendliest - she was far more content than any probably realized.



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Winter gave a little bit of a shy laugh at his comment, instinctively reaching to put her hand on the back of her neck. "I don't really tend to tell people stories of my past I guess," she admitted with a tiny smile. The person who knew the most about her in the house had to be Chad. He knew the most about her life before the Haven, simply because he had been apart of it for a short time. He, so far, was the one person she knew who hadn't left her in that point of time, who always stuck around. She hoped he always would in some way or form. Eventually everyone parts ways, but she would make damn sure they sent each other letters and visited all the time if it ever came to that. If she were to ever be fully separated from him, never to hear from him again, it would be an even darker world then what she'd already experienced. He was the single person she never fault... cautious around. She was one to never ever use her powers around any one, or reveal her demons, but she had no reservations when it came to him. She trusted him with all her heart, and she hoped he felt the same about her. He knew every single detail of why Winter was the way she was.

Glancing at Aiden as he looked over his hands and examined his state, she couldn't help but give an overjoyed smile, and he shot one right back at her. Well, it looked like stories worked. She herself even in the middle of telling him the odd tale totally forgot why she was doing it in the first place. Once she got a vivid memory in her head, she tended to wander and focus strictly on that. There were few things that made her focus completely, and one of those things tended to be bringing up past memories in full detail. It was nearly as effective as when she painted or drew, but not quite.

Her mind, however curious it was, couldn't ignore the all too sudden down pour of rain that trenched over the small valley the house lay on.

Looking up towards the mixed grey sky, she shook her head with a small laugh, mumbling simply under her breath, "Chad, you nutter." Winter liked rain, and often found herself wandering outside when it did. It was refreshing and gave off a certain atmosphere that relaxed her, no matter odd it was. However, when thunder was involved, it was a completely different story. Winter pulled herself off the ground, only to twirl once as the rain kept on hitting her face in an almost refreshing manner, but she completely jumped out of her wits when the first roar of thunder erupted. Clutching her chest as she did only shortly before in the kitchen when Danny had teleported right beside her, her eyes bugged out a bit and she breathed out, "I'm going to yell at him," in reference to Chad. However, the sudden role of the change in weather didn't end there, no, the rain only poured on heavier. Winter whipped her head around, trying to peak around to see where Chad was, wether he was doing it from outside or inside, but she couldn't spot his familiar frame anywhere. Part of her was concerned it was a mood swing, but she highly doubted that. No, it came on too suddenly and changed too swiftly and easily for it to have been something brought on upon simple emotions. He was doing it on purpose. That bloody bugger.

Looking back down at Aiden as he gave the bucket comment, she looked over to the pathetic little kettle that was now over flowing with the after the rain added to it. Covering her face in her hands, her wet hair clung to her face. "I can't believe I brought a kettle outside to help," she called back over to Aiden, peeking through the cracks of her fingers as she gave a joyful laugh in disbelief. Yeah, what a super hero she was, equipped with her trusty copper kettle. How embarrassing.

The rain seem to stop almost as fast as it had started, and she pushed her damp brunette locks away from her face, still giving a laughing glance down Aiden's way. "Alright, I'm going inside to get changed, why don't you meet me inside and I'll show you to your room. It's up on the second floor, third door on the right though if you wanna get settled in yourself," she told him, before quickly adding in, "I'll also take you to the store room, you can grab some extra furniture or stuff there if you want," she smiled, before Valerie approached behind her and gave her very familiar curt greeting to the boy, before she made it back inside, obviously caught by the rain as well. Winter loved Val, they had their own special relationship and bond. Many were often taken aback by her very outright and quiet nature, but Winter just saw it as a special quirk that only made her love the girl more. She just lightly chuckled, before trailing behind the blonde headed girl back inside after she picked up the plate of food Chad previously brought outside, along with her kettle.

Her hair dripped on the hardwood of the entrance, so she gathered it up and flopped it over her shoulder, so the water would sink into her already wet shirt. It didn't stop the dripping of every other piece of clothing on her though. Making her way past where everyone sat, she called over her shoulder, "Mornin' Scar," as she didn't see the girl yet that day. She also loved Scarlett dearly, she acted as a sister to the girl and she probably would never understand how much that meant to her, despite how much they bicker at times.

Racing down the steps to her basement room, after unloading the plate at kettle on the kitchen counter, she opened her door and almost as swiftly closed it, leaning against the back of it as she did. Today had already felt so long, for it to have only been so short.

Opening up her drawers, she grabbed out some new clothes before peeling the wet ones off and replacing them. She was pretty content with the warm grey sweater, but one quick look at her feet sent her mind reeling. She was still only wearing a single shoe. Sighing, she flicked off the black oxford and replaced its spot on her feet with a pair of black fluffy socks. She actually disliked wearing shoes inside, so these were a great alternative. Now all that she had left to do was to go ask Chad what the hell he was doing earlier.

Making her way back up the steps, she walked over to the upper stair case, simply yelling "Chad!" as she was sure he was suspecting a visit from her. Stalking her way up the stairs like some huffy wet haired dwarf, she slipped in past his door, and began on a spiel, "dude, I was outside, what would have happened if Aiden hadn't have calmed down yet, and now I'm probably going to get si-" she had to stop herself. As soon as her green eyes landed on the book in Chads hands, she simply ceased talking. She remembered that book.

"Wasn't that Lucien's?" she questioned in a soft spoken way, still eyeing the cover.

One night Lucien had come down to her room, I guess he heard her thrashing in her sleep or something because he woke her up from the repetitive nightmare she had most of the time. She attempted to try and get him to forget about it, to continue back upstairs and to go back to sleep himself, but he wouldn't budge. He knew Winter probably wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night, so he told her he would try and keep her mind off of things, so he simply ran back upstairs, grabbed a book, and began reading to her as he sat on her floor. He must have read well over a hundred pages that night. However, he ended up falling asleep on the hard floor of her room before she did.

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Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Aiden walked back into the house after Winter had, just as soaked as any who were out there during the spontaneous shower. He was hesitant and a bit nervous as he entered the general vicinity of those hanging out in and around the kitchen, forcing him to slow down into something of a shy pace, his head slightly lowered as he approached them, finally stopping, and after a few seconds of waiting for them to finish talking to one another, spoke up upon seeing Chad come back downstairs. Winter and Valerie had still yet to resurface, but he figured this was as good a chance to apologize as any.

"Um..." he hummed, shifting his eyes to and fro between each of them. "I... I just wanted to say 'sorry' for..." He paused again, not sure how to label it, and so he simply just pointed with a thumb behind him, indicating the backyard. "That," he gave them a wry chuckle, as if to lighten the air over the topic. "Almost threatening to burn the place down doesn't make a very good first impression, does it..." He smiled, again wryly, never keeping his eyes on any of theirs more than a few seconds before switching to another pair. "I mean, I didn't even get a chance to introduce myself. Name's Aiden, by the way. And as I'm sure most of you likely noticed..." He paused again, looking behind him to the backdoor for a second before turning to face them once more, giving a bit of a shrug. "I kinda...set things on fire."

As far as first-time introductions went, this was Aiden's best, worst, and most peculiar -- all wrapped in the same package. In the past, had Aiden shown an accidental display of his powers to anyone, he would have had to bail on them immediately, whether he'd already introduced himself or not. However, he was adamant in never having messed up so badly that he had to leave before giving them his name. That made this specific situation a rather strange one to him. He wasn't used to not taking off at the first sign of a flame, for one thing; he wasn't used to anyone not thinking it was 'abnormal' or 'scary' that he could possibly and quite literally catch on fire upon the slightest amount of discomfort. But that's why he was so embarrassed -- so nervous -- talking to them like this. And Aiden loved it. He certainly wasn't showing it, on account of just how nervous he was coming off, but Aiden was happy. Making a friend in Winter, no one acting afraid of him when he caught fire, not having to run away after they did, feeling embarrassed over openly apologizing to them because of it-- feeling nervous, not from fearing them finding out about what he really is, not because he doesn't want to accidentally cause them harm or grief, but because they were new people that he wanted to befriend. It was the most normal he'd felt in years...

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Danny nodded to confirm that it was Arthur C. Clarke who wrote the book in question. "Few...new p-p-p-ictures. L-last night. S-stars....and stuff." Danny stated as he struggled to get out. He turned to face Winter, and Aiden as they were soaked as well. He glanced outside to see it was drizzling. "Chad." Danny concluded. He wondered if he did it on purpose, or if it was on accident. He slightly jumped at Scarlett clapping to interrupt the twins. He lightly groaned as she ruffled his hair as if he was a child. He's only the youngest by a year after all, but sometimes it feels as if it's like ten. He nodded to agree with Scarlett about ordering out.

He restraightened his hair, and watched as Aiden apologized for his actions, thinking it wildly unnecessary, and uneeded. He remembers when he first arrived here as well, and how little, or less, control he had on his powers as well. Danny quickly teleported over to Aiden, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "N-no worries.....I u-used t-t-to....pop i-in pe-peoples beds a-at night. I u-used to tel-teleport during m-m-m-my sleep." He stated, hoping it might make him feel better. He teleported again, returning to his previous spot.

"I-I-I could p-pop into town.....for...um...food." Danny stated. It'd only take a few teleports before he'd be in town. Sometimes it's handy to be able to teleport, as he'll never need a car. "A-Aiden c-ould come. See t-the town. I-if he wants." He added. Though he wasn't sure how much of the town the pryo saw before he got there. "P-pizza s-sounds good. B-but it's u-up to you g-g-guys." He voiced his opinion. Of course he'd just go along with whatever they decided. He's not one to rock the boat after all.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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"No!" She sputtered out, holding her hand out and shaking it, "no, you don't have to get rid of it," she murmured, lowering her tone of voice a bit. She was pretty sure most of Lucine's other stuff was on the property, so one single book wasn't a big deal. She wasn't going to get rid of perfectly good things that he had used within the house during his time here. That seemed too extreme, considering others could use it and recycle it for their own. She just wouldn't be one of those people who did. Maybe.

Eyeing the floor as he spoke, she started gnawing on her lip when she thought back to what did bring Lucien to the house. She knew Chad knew what happened, why he was at the sea in the first place, but wasn't too sure if Lucien himself told the other residents of the house. It wasn't necessarily for her to tell. It was his story after all.

It was all by chance, meeting Lucien and bringing him to the haven. She had been down by her designated spot at the harbor, going there after having one of her worse nightmares. She didn't bring anything with her. Not her drawing materials, or music, she just sat there and stared at the larger than usual waves. She wasn't even paying much attention to her surroundings, only to what was placed in front of her in the ultimate picturesque scene, but then... something happened. She didn't even know anyone was around her until her mind, as it does, slipped into someone else's. She was surprised, she had better control than that over her powers usually, but between her own high running emotions and the obvious ones the boy was experiencing, it just happened naturally. But she didn't expect to see what she saw. Instead of the sleepy early morning thoughts most humans had, that either contemplated the wisest things in the world, or thought about the most primal things, his was repeated on a recurring memory. All Winter saw was flames, and screaming, and she could feel the loneliness the boy felt, She could feel his want to just end it all, see why he came to the rocky waters. She could see him mimic other peoples powers in that god forsaken test lab, and she spurted out what she did practically every god damn time, always feeling embarrassed of it afterwards. "you're one of us!" Seriously, who says that, she always sounded like some crazy person when she did. But, the things that happened afterwards went pretty fast She explained to him what she was, and what she was doing there. What and who was in the harbor, and then just invited him to stay. Imagine everyones shock when Winter showed up at the door with another person. Usually she had some warnings to give to the house as to who she and Chad was tracking, who was bringing in, but this was just as spontaneous as the boy, Lucien's, nature.

She knew about his past, so she knew where his hatred of humans could stem from what was done to him. She just had no idea what set him off, what made him do what he did. "I guess..." she mumbled again, with a small shrug of her shoulders at his statement. She should have seen he could have ended up this way. It would have saved all of them a lot of pain and time.

Leaning into his hug, she still kept her own arms wrapped around herself. "My backs fine, just have to make sure to sleep on my side." She smiled weakly. The incident occurred almost a year ago, but her back still never healed right. It healed enough so there was no infection or severe muscle damage, but she really should have seen a doctor instead of just having a healer go at it. She didn't car, however. How was she supposed to explain what had happened to a doctor? Not that she would have gone anyways. In all honesty she didn't care much about what happened to her back that night, if it hadn't have been her, he probably would have struck Chad with the knife with a more fatal wound than what he gave her. There was no regret in what she did.

Letting out a weak chuckle at his statement, she turned her head slightly to see him walk out of his room. Pacing around for a couple of seconds, she flopped herself onto his bed, and opened the book he had to a random page, tracing her dainty fingers over the off-white pages. Flipping to the last page, she eyed it without reading, as she never fully finished her books. She never ever read the last pages, so the story never ended. In a moment of instinctive action, she ripped the page out of the book and folded it neatly, tucking it up her sleeve. Chad, if he ever finished the book, would know where to find it. Winter just would keep it safe with her. A momento of sorts.

Making her way down the steps, to her surprise seeing everyone but the ominous Val, she kept silent as she listened to them talk. They acted as if they were forcibly kept in the house, which in reality, was not even remotely true. It was kind of funny seeing them this way. It really did make them seem like a family.

"There's not much to do in town for fun," she pointed out, "we could go to the beach or to the little shopping village," she suggested, to those who looks like puppies desperate to go on a walk. In all honestly, she wouldn't mind at all herself, as long as it wasn't over crowded. They could also afterwards have dinner, as the pizza Danny suggested sounded awesome, and just chill around, introducing themselves to Aiden. Some peoples powers took more explanation than others, but it was all fair for everyone in the house to know of each other abilities and such. As for knowing each other histories however, that was a matter of trust.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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Will smiled only slightly when Scarlett stated that. He hated when people wouldn't describe things to him. He knew it wasn't Scarlett's fault that she didn't know this, only Robin did, but it didn't make him feel any better. He couldn't even muster up a sarcastic remark, instead falling silent except for the soft guitar playing.

Robin took a look at the drawing before touching Will's arm that was offered. Robin and Will are silent a moment before Will nods his understanding and relaxes slightly. It was a blessing that the two could talk without talking. It kept things that embarrassed both boys from being announced, which was so very important.

Will and Robin both smiled without looking up from their hobbies as they listened to Danny and Scarlett interacting. The two were both interested in getting girlfriends though neither were really interested in any of the girls in the house that way. Will had been dating someone for a while until they broke up around a year ago. He wasn't necessarily ready for a new girlfriend, but Robin was. He wasn't hunting for one, but he wasn't ignoring girls either.

Robin and Will shook their heads at Scarlett's question, instead stating simply that it was Chad. When Scarlett, moments later, ruffled Danny's hair, both boys winced inwardly. They weren't sure who Danny liked, but if it was Scarlett, it was clear to both boys she wasn't interested in the youngest of the household. It was strange, Will and Robin weren't the oldest, but they were the third and forth longest guests at Safe Haven, loosing the challenge only to Winter and Chad, two of the founders.

Aiden entered after Winter and stood soaking in the kitchen area. Will was careful to keep himself distanced from Aiden though since Robin was on the other side of the table, he wasn't as obvious to his being careful. Both refrained from moving for a moment while they concentrated until both relaxed visibly. If Aiden cared or asked about it later, they'd tell him why, but it didn't seem to be the right time as of right then.

When Aiden began speaking bout nearly burning the place down, both Will and Robin smiled and tried to conceal a few of their giggles before giving up and just laughing. Robin shook his head slightly as he moved his back again, stating, "Dude, don't worry." Winter and him. Winter by accident, him deliberately. Thank whoever watched over the world that the attack hadn't been three inches to the left, lest Robin wasn't there.

"Yeah Aiden, really. Robin and I nearly burned down the house when we arrived. We didn't know how to control ourselves and kind of, might have, lit the... Um... Kitchen on fire... We put it out though. Nothing happened really," Will stated with a smile as his tone slowed slightly and his tone became reminiscent. They all nodded when Aiden said he could set things on fire, knowing perfectly well what he could do without even having really talked to him about it.

Both Will and Robin were chill, neither really judging Aiden. Robin was studying him openly over his book, not really caring what he thought about the open staring. It was only that he wanted to be sure this guy was good, not bad, and nothing like certain people he knew and was thinking of. Will on the other had, was able to tilt his head back and let Robin make the decision on whether or not Aiden was cool or not. He was a better judge of character usually.

When Danny suggested pizza, both twins nodded and gave a chorus of "Sounds good", "I like pizza", and "Only if we go to the best pizza place near us". The group would know what pizza place they were referring to, neither actually knew the name, just referenced it as that. Will watched as Winter flopped on her bed before standing up a little bit later and coming downstairs.

Will gave Winter a wink before strumming on his guitar crazily and finishing, setting the guitar on the table then. He relaxed, smiling contently at his satisfaction of playing. Will and Robin both nodded as they listened to Winter, not even looking up from their nods. When she was done talking, Will leaned over and put his hand on Robin's shoulder so he would have to move again. The two nodded, looking each other in they eyes before sitting back again.

"We have decided we both would like to go to the beach tomorrow and the shopping village today. That's where the best pizza place ever is anyway," Will stated with confidence as if it was a congressional meeting. Robin nodded his agreement as he attempted to stand, paused in pain, then moved on. His face did little to reveal what was going on, only going blank for a moment before standing.

"Hey Will, come on, I'll help you download those books on your phone before we head out. We can meet you all down at the shopping place in half an hour if you feel like it," Robin declared as he motioned for Will to join him, leaving his book behind as he began down the hall. Will stood, nodding, smiling, giving a little excited wave goodbye, then heading down the hall with his guitar. He made sure to nonchalantly grab the bandages, sneaking it into his pocket and hoping nobody noticed. If they asked, he sprained his shoulder.

Will entered their shared room a minute later to see Robin sitting on a chair the wrong way. He wasn't wearing his shirt anymore, the thing tossed on the ground. Will could tell it was wet though he was sure nobody else could tell since it was the same color as Robin's blood. Robin was shuddering and shivering, freezing and hoping his back would stop burning. It wasn't just on hi back though, it wrapped from the middle of his back down to the right and ended right above his right hip bone near his stomach.

"Sh*t Robin. Why can't we just tell Winter? You know I can't tell where it opens with so much blood," Will stated, running his hands through his hair after tossing his guitar on his bed. Robin sighed, his breathing ragged.

"We can't Will, you know it as well as I do. She'd freak. She wouldn't do anything. I can't go to the hospital, and whatever is making it stay so long needs me to go there. It's easier to just deal with it," He groaned out softly. Will nodded slightly, sighing himself. He really didn't want to make Robin go to the hospital. They both got treated terribly, Robin especially. Normally, they were last to be seen when it was an emergency, even though others came in after them and their emergency was bigger, they were last, because they were supernatural. It sucked.

Will stood behind Robin as he tried to discern where the cut was again, not seeing the gruesome colors and torn skin, only the blood everywhere on Robin and the general area of the cut. He took deep breaths as he went to grab a wet washcloth and began washing Robin's cut. It was bleeding a lot more as of recently. Just yesterday they had to wrap it twice. Today, they'd wrap it twice again. Probably the time they were doing it now, and later that night when the bandage was soaked through again.

Two or three minutes later, Will heard the door creak, but didn't look up right away, busy with trying to gently probe Robin's back to find the cut without making his brother scream in pain. He was holding it in, biting down on a sleeve of one of his shirts as he struggled to keep silent. Blood was all over Will's arms from his clumsy movements with the inability to see where his hands were moving, only being able to feel since he couldn't channel electricity though them in order to avoid shocking him or Robin from the wet blood. Robin was drenched in sweat from controlling his electricity so carefully and the pain.