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Allison Bertrand

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a character in “The Academy For The Unusually Gifted”, originally authored by LonelyGhost, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Allison Bertrand
Age: 19
Height: 5'11
Weight: 127
Hair: Allison has straight white hair that falls just beneath her shoulders. She tends to keep it tied up to keep out of her face, although she tries to have fun and do different styles.
Eyes: Blue
Clothes: slim fit jeans, black shoes, a black pair of gloves, and a blue t-shirt. After her powers she decided to keep a mask on that kept the bottom part of her face hidden. It hung down and sometimes she would attach a bit of her hair to it to curve it up.
Likes: Psychology, music, art, philosophy, and behavioral science
Dislikes: Physical contact, excessive noise, and anything hot.
Personality: Allison is a shy soft spoken girl although if someone hits a button she can't keep her bite contained. She refuses to have any form of physical contact as a result of an unmentioned 'incident.'
Powers: Allison has the power of mental/emotional manipulation. She can only use this power if she is in direct physical contact with someone. After her incident she started to be able to understand peoples emotions a bit more. That wasn't her power but with the understanding of the things she could manipulate she started to read them better in others.

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Allison Bertrand's Story

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The plane ride was taking longer than Allison thought it would, the sky had already changed colors and by the little clock at the front, about thirteen hours had passed. After making sure the clock was in fact correct before she turned her gaze to the rest of the plane, which was mainly empty except for the guys at the front and back part. Her bags were in the seat beside her since she claimed the window seat in the very middle of the plane. The view was comforting since she had been forced out of her house and into a place she had never heard of. Arizona, of course, just not a school that was made for "special" teens. The chances of there being a bald principal in a wheelchair, and him being nice, were fairly slim.

She would say she was surprised to see some guys in suits at her door, but really the surprise was they had knocked and hadn't just barged in. They had given her a few moments to pack and say goodbye after explaining that she was going to be transported to Arizona in America where there was a school that could "help" with her "talents". By that time her parents and little brother had come to see who was at the door. Allison would see them in the corner of her eye, her mother's teeth scraping her bottom lip as her dad stood behind her with a hand on her shoulder. Her little brother, Joey, had started to take a step towards Allison but her mother's hand held him tightly by his shirt. Her heart breaking, Allison quickly packed her clothes and all her art supplies, not taking a glance at her "loving" parents. Her hand had hesitated over a paper before she folded it up and slide it in her pants, before walking out the door with the strongest urge to hug her little Joey. She held it in, knowing that her parents would hide him away from her if she tried.

The announcement that she needed to buckle her seat and prepare for landing knocked her out of her little flashback. Nervously she rubbed her left gloved hand on the opposite upper arm, feeling naked without her "safety" hoodie on. Turns out that America is hot and no one had thought to mention that to her. Who lives in this, willingly at least? Finally she saw the clouds getting closer and the plane dived down right through them. Allison would be on the ground soon, then she would finally get to see where she would be imprisoned. Wonderful.

The sand was a surprise, it wasn't really a thing where she lived, nor this torturous heat. Its a evil thing as she walked into the building,that wasn't that different from the outside. The sour looking woman at the desk in front of her glanced her sharp eyes at her, seeming to put her under a spotlight of hate. She sat her things down after making her way to the desk, her mask tingling a bit since she had chosen ones with then iron coins at the bottom and her hair piled up on her head haphazardly out of her face. With a brittle voice she met the woman's gaze and said "I am her to check in. My name is Allison Bertrand." The woman looked down at her computer after looking her up and down. Her fingers clacked on the keyboard and she voiced with a bored tone Allison's room number.

Allison's bags felt heavy as she made her way to where one of the men had pointed had pointed, her teeth biting into the inside of her cheek as she looked for the number. 109 A. 109 A. Why do they not seem to be in an actual order? Is there not an 111 A? There seemed to be others here already, at least she could assume that since she could hear them. They were also being loud, oh so very loud. Finding her room she shut the door quickly and leaned against it with a sigh, hoping no one had seen her. She wasn't sure she was up for conversation, not that she was great at talking very much anyways.

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After Allison had put her things away, seeing that someone had already taken up one side of the room, her stomach seemed to stab itself. Well she hadn't eaten on the flight and well before they had taken her, maybe there would be something left for her to eat. She picked up her hairbrush and undid her hair, smoothing it out before curling it and tying it with her ribbon so it was on top of her head. I might as well try to make a nice impression while we're all stuck in this hole. She rubbed on one of the coins nervously before stepping back out of her room. Before walking down the hall she looked at where the names of who lived in the room were, noting the name above hers.

Walking down the hall she looked around, hearing so many different people talking and seeing that there were different doors open up and down the place. She rubbed her gloved left hand on her right forearm while she felt the folded sheet of paper through her jeans. She walked down the hall a little while she got up the nerve to speak out for help, studying how boring the hall was and wondering if she would get in trouble for painting it. Not a whole lot, just little things here and there so it wouldn't been so painful to walk down them. Finally being able to get some words out she turned and looked into one of the open rooms and saying Is there a-anyone who would mind showing me where there is food?

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Suddenly everyone just disappeared to somewhere and Maya was left alone. None of them actually bothered to close the door and Maya listened to the hustle outside. She couldn’t hear what they were saying of course, but the different pitches and emotions of voices reassured her. She laughed to herself for no real reason. She visualized herself a pencil and started sketching ideas in a colorful light. They’d soon disappear but that was the beauty of it.

Maya quickly perked up as she heard a voice, “Is there a-anyone who would mind showing me where there is food?” The voice was one of a girl and she decided it’d be a glorious opportunity to make another friend. She jumped off the bed and ran to the door. Standing in front of her was yet another pretty person. The girl appeared to be a little shy and so she decided to try break the ice.

“Hi there! I’m Maya nice to meet you. I don’t mind showing you where the Mess hall is, you can get food there. It’s not the greatest though but we’ll see. That’s if you don’t mind me bringing you there.” Maya spoke quickly, but still could be just about understood. She held out her hand with a bright smile, hoping to know her better.

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As she had looked in and spoke Allison saw a lovely colored light shine on one side of the room, although it seemed to fade as a smaller girl ran up to her. The speed in which the smaller one got to her took Allison by surprise mainly since she wasn't expecting there to be people who were actually happy in the place they were in. The girl seemed to actually be fairly happy to be there, or at least happy to be talking to her. But what was the light that had been there? Does this Maya glow?

Allison's gaze went down to look at Maya's out stretched hand that was in position to shake, although it took her a minute to realize this since there weren't that many people that offered a hand to her anymore. When she did figure it out Allison took a small step back and gave the girl a small nod, making the coins tingle softly just under her chin. Thank you very much for the help, Maya. I-I would probably just get lost without it. Allison still hadn't gotten her accent to sound like the ones in Arizona, her vowels still a little mixed. But she was sure that it was at least understandable, and not that far off at the moment.

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For a moment Maya wondered why the girl didn’t shake her hand and stepped away. She didn’t take it as an offence, people had reasons for doing things and it didn’t really matter. As long as the girl was as nice as she appeared, her reaction to a handshake wouldn’t make a difference. The girl thanked her in an unfamiliar accent which was in its own way cute. Then again, lately everything seemed cute to her.

“No worries, I got a little lost myself at first. You’ll soon get the hang of it, I’m sure. So what’s your name? Oh and why are you here, well you know what’s your power? Although if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine, I understand. I can create illusions by the way, they’re fun to mess around with.”

As they reached the cafeteria door Maya spoon around on her heals and rose her hands. “Welcome!” She opened the door for the girl and followed her in. It wasn't as busy as before. She guessed it was because most people wanted to get used to their rooms and what not.

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Allison followed the little girl as she asked a bunch of questions and told her things about herself at the same time. She found the girl's power intriguing, and couldn't help but smile. Maya seemed to be very soothing to be around even if she was exhaustively energetic. Able to clear her throat she said My name is Allison and it is nice to meet you. Sometime I would love to see your illusions, when she could without interrupting the girl.

The Mess Hall was pretty much empty when they walked in, although there was food there for people to take. I will have to remember to come it at this time of day. Speaking of time of day, she was beginning to wonder about classes to herself. Would it be like in Harry Potter? In a way that would be amazing but really, she didn't want classes to last that long. Turning to Maya she asked in a small voice, Do you mind sitting with me? Allison had no idea how to get back, she also didn't know anyone else at the moment. If anyone walked up to her, she was sure she would probably make a mistake and anger them. Maya wouldn't she seemed to be able to befriend any kind of person.

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“Well I’d love to show them to you,” she said continuing up to the food counter. She had already eaten but too much food was never a problem. Maybe her metabolism was just fast or maybe her energetic personality made her hungry. She took some food with a smile and looked at Allison.

“Of course I don’t mind. It’d be rude for me to just wander off anyway.”

She found a table in the corner and sat at it, waiting for Allison to sit down with her. Maya looked around as some people came in. She wondered how many people she has ceased to even have a look at . Assuming she passed most of the students in the hallway, there couldn’t have been many unseen people left. Then again, Allison’s presence surprised her a little which meant some people were still just arriving.

“So, what do you think of this place? Pretty grim, almost like the perfect setting for a haunted house story. I think it’d be a bit more teen friendly if it had more color.”

Maya imagined the possibilities of what the sealed of hallways hid. It would make a pretty good story and she took a mental note of it. Then again, their whole lives sort of seemed like a ScFi novel. It was possible all the other places weren’t as dark and the classrooms weren’t so bad. Hoping was probably pointless but whatever this place had left in store for them Maya believed she could take it with a smile.

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Relieved that she wasnt going to be left alone in the unfamiliar place Allison grabbed a tray, adding random different things, and sat down next to Maya. She scanned the room, seeing that a few new people had entered as they had settled into their spots. There was a girl with the most amazing red hair Allison had ever seen in her life, who sat next to a boy who seemed like he knew something he shouldn't. They were a few tables away from the two girls. In line she had been behind a group that had consisted of four guys who seemed to already be fairly close. It was nice that people were already beginning to be friends on the first day. At least I hope it is the first day, I am not for sure about that.

As Maya continued to talk she looked down at her tray, finding many of the things on there to be fairly plain compared to what she ate at home. Then again most things seem plain when you but them side-by-side to some kind of animals cooked liver. She smiled at Maya's comment as she removed her mask to eat, glad that someone had the same idea she did. She set the thing beside her on the table and tucked in to eat. Looking around often but trying to show Maya that she was in fact listening to her and to please continue to speak.

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Maya began eating, this time to paying attention to what was on her plate, as the girl sat down beside her. Allison was quiet but friendly and Maya felt free to talk on. She also noticed the people coming in caught the interest of her new friend. She decided to try tell her about them as much as she knew.

“Interesting people right? I’ve seen most of them although I don’t really know their names. Three of those guys there were at my door today talking to my roommate. I’m pretty sure the fourth one must be the cat then. They seem like a nice group of people.”

She pointed to the group of boys and then looked towards the girl in red hair and her companion.

“I don’t know anything about the girl other than she’s very pretty. I’m sure I’ve seen the guy here before. He confronted the headmaster. Although he seems a bit different now. He was with a different girl too.”

She did her best to familiarize Allison with the place even if she herself didn’t know too much.

“This academy is a lively place for sure. So many new and unusual people to meet. There’s no way to be bored around here. And I believe the best thing is we all have something in common.”

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Caelans face seemed to want to try to pay homage her hair or at least imitate her own face, turning a soft shade of red. It was the first time she had ever seen a guy blush. She thought to herself. Don't guys that are slightly tanned need to blush really badly for it to show through? Does that mean he was blushing a lot because of something I did or does he have a fever too?... Are fevers contagious?... She would be worried it it weren't for the fact that she partially thought she was hallucinating the event. She could be asleep right now for all she knew with all the crazy powers people have in this place. Still she couldn't deny that the light blush gave him an almost adorable look. His white hair, tanned skin and golden eyes were fierce and intimidating on a normal situation, making him attractive in a dangerous way. The blush however, softened his features. She could almost say he looked....cute. If that was even possible for someone who could turn others into a tiny squished square without blinking an eye. There was no doubt he was dangerous especially with that outburst he had in the room, she could still remember that skin crawling evil look on his face. She was very relieved to not only be on his side but be partners too. Does this mean I just made my first friend here? My first real friend ...ever? Even after she had let go his hand hovered in the air between them as if too stunned at her answer to react. Was he expecting her to refuse such an offer? No, he looked distracted as if thinking really hard about something. When he finally realized she had let go he moved his hand down and cleared his throat awkwardly. The whole scene was so strange, hadn't he been the one to make the offer? It made her chuckle softly and feel a little relieved that there was someone other than her who had awkward social moments. It was almost endearing. Wait. Why was she saying such things about him? She shook her head and tried to push the strange thoughts away. Was this normal thoughts someone had when you made a friend?

"Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Just find a seat somewhere in there, I'll bring you whatever they're serving. Probably won't be good, this mass produced garbage never is, but it's something. Just relax. Don't push yourself, or it'll make it incredibly easy to fall asleep during meditation. I know. I've done it before." Her new found friend and partner turned around and opened the cafeteria doors. At first glance the place looked empty except for a few workers behind the food tables but there were others among the scattered tables. For some reason the air in the room seemed to thicken with nervous tension when they walked in, the adults staring at Caelan nervously or glaring. Had something happened for them to be so up tight? They were just going to get some food. Grownups were so weird sometimes. His only reaction was to smirk, classic him she was starting to find out. There was an older cafeteria woman sitting at a tale, she looked a little freaked out and very confused. She was waving her hads around as if trying to explain something to the officers with bewildered expressions. Whatever she was saying made no sense apparently and the officers faces said that they didn't buy her story, they were looking at her almost as if she were loosing her mind. KAt almost felt sorry for her but that's when it hit her. "Mihaels handiwork right?" The question was out of her mouth before she eve knew she was speaking but there was no one to hear them. Caelans had kept moving to get some food and she had slowed her pace so much while staring at the woman that she was now standing alone in the middle of the room. She quickly moved to sit at the nearest table, sighing in embarrassment. Damn, she was so distracted right now. As soon as her soft exposed skin touched the seat she cringed. The cold feel of the metal chair on her thighs almost stung in contrast to her current body temperature. Why does everything feel so much colder when you had a fever, it is so annoying. She stood a lil and moved her jacket under her legs to keep them from actually touching the seat, noticing for the first time that someone had been looking at her.

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Her steel grey eyes scanned the room for the first time, locating two girls a few tables down. One of them had short blond hair and the other long white hair that reminded Kat a little too much of Desires hair at the moment so she looked away as to not get mad from the events that occurred moments ago. Her eyes kept moving and found four guys a few tables away in the opposite direction. They were an interesting bunch. One had short blond hair and was being very animated, the other looked very quiet with shorter black hair, the one on his other side had spiky hair and looked slightly intimidating. Her eyes lingered on the fourth guy, a sort of bleached out version of the twins with similar white hair and yellowish eyes. She couldn't hear anything they were saying but they seemed to be a friendly enough conversation. It was such a different atmosphere from the conversation in her room, even during introductions there had been tension among them. She wondered how many more people where here and what strange powers they might have. She had met Caelan with his powers over gravity, Mihael whom could supposedly mess with time around and object even if she had yet to witness it, Desire who could control her blood or other peoples blood, Judy who could apparently talk to animals and then there was Venom who also claimed she could speak to animals but Kat wasn't buying it. She wondered how that conversation ended and if any revelation had occurred. She was bound to find out sooner or later. The soft sound of metal on metal made her look back at her own table, her face brightening a little as she saw Caelan had returned. Now, whether that happiness was form the fact he was back or the fact he had water with him would forever be a mystery. She quickly grabbed a bottle and chugged almost half of it down in a huge gulp, sighing in happiness as she felt the water cool down her throat. She instinctively pressed the cool water against he head, forgetting for a moment she was hiding the fact she had a fever. She didn't care, it felt too nice against her skin. A few drops of water that had been on the outside of the bottle stuck to her face, making a few strands of hair stick to her face as well even after she had put the bottle back down on the table."Thank you Caelan." She looked at him adoringly, just because she was blissfully happy for water and still slightly dizzy.She probably looked like a shy, blushing little kid right now to anyone that might be looking. Pretty much the same effect that her being mad had, at least until her eyes went rage crazy and made people take a step back in either surprise or actual fear. Right now though, that was not the case.

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She looked down at the tray of unidentifiable food curiously. Poking it with her fork and watching it slide to the side. She looked up at him in pure amazement as he bravely and almost casually shoved bites of it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. He was either the bravest person she had ever met or the craziest. Both were very plausible when you considered the fact it was him were were talking about. She took a deep breath, not wanting to fall behind and dug her fork into the tray, picking up a decent sized scoop. She closed her eyes and bit into it. It was not as bad as it looked. It was nowhere near good or even tasty but it didn't make her want to spit it back out. Hopefully it didn't have delayed effects. She sighed and looked up at him again, this time speaking up. "I'm sorry I attacked your brother. She was pretty sure she was the only person stupid enough to do that, so hopefully it earned her a few bravery points but she still felt she need to apologize. He had been a guest in the room, and trying to impale your guests is not very polite. "Even if he was being a total ass and...a jerk. She said the last work as if offended. It surprised her that the fact that he had flirted with everyone but her bothered her so much, she shouldn't really care it's not like she liked him or anything. Somehow the fact still poked at her as if it meant she was just not flirt material. Was she not attractive enough for someone that seemed to hit on everything with boobs and a heartbeat? She pouted slightly as she took a sip of water, stuck on the thought.

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After Allison stared at her food, making sure that it was now cold, she began to eat. The food itself was more mushy than it had first looked, but the taste was bearable and could use a lot more spice. She listened at Maya animatedly talked about the other students in the Mess Hall, seeing that many she at least knew in appearance. That was good since Allison had no inclination of trying to learn who they are by talking to them directly, that would mean being near other people and she did not believe she could keep her cool very long. She didn't like being in any kind of crowd and when she was, Allison would start relying on her gift to get her out of it as fast as possible. Riots were a thing that could happen, and they are not safe.

She blew softly on her food just to make sure it was cold, making a pained face when she saw a boy make a fireball in his hand. It was hot enough in the place already without the added heat it gave off. How he could stand it she didnt know but, she was sure she was going to stay as far away from him as possible. You like to know people? I can stay here if you would like to catch up with them.

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"Thank you Caelan." Kathering favored Caelan with a strange look he'd not seen before in his direction, but had quite often seen Mihael receive. He felt a bit of heat in his own face, and lowered his head hastily to begin his meal, hoping she wouldn't notice. A brief moment of silence made the gap between them seem to stretch into eternity, but Kat continued to talk much to Caelan's relief. "I'm sorry I attacked your brother. Even if he was being a total ass and...a jerk." Caelan choked on a bite of... something... and began to splutter, cough, and laugh simultaneously. Once he'd calmed down, he managed to gather enough breath to respond. "Well, don't apologize. I'm his brother after all. He," A small cough interrupted his thought. " He's my brother, after all. I've gotten onto him about his attitudes time and time again. He usually gets me back in some way, but it's nice to see someone else can't stand his nonsense any more than I can. It's refreshing. I'm sure he won't get too mad at you like he would at me, he can't stay mad at pretty girls." He helped himself to a few more bites of the "food" and began anew. "If he's still raw later, I'll try to defuse it, I suppose. Now. About meditation. If you want later, I can float you with me, but we'll not do that now. Not while you're dressed like that. So, first thing's first-"

The cafeteria doors were knocked wide open and the irritating smoker from before once again "graced" them with his presence. He seemed mildly irritated, but also in control of himself. Admirable, but unneeded. Is this hothead dense or something?

"Alright first things first sweetheart. What the hell? Was your dog killed by a greeting or something? Second, sorry. I can understand if you're on edge, we're not exactly in the most relaxing situation. I didn't mean to scare you, where I'm from I had to learn to keep my footsteps quiet, it's a habit. And third, what do you say we just forget about? We're all sitting on a powder keg, and Big Brother's just waiting for it to blow. Being at each others throats isn't going to help anyone. So what do you say friends? Or at least tolerant acquaintances?" The strange irritation that further added to Caelan's headache pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit it with a small fireball that appeared in the middle of his hand. Caelan rolled his eyes at the parlor trick. Pyrokinetics. He'd seen them before, and every single one of them had been an insufferable blowhard with a massively inflated ego. Every single one had found their bones shattered, because they had crossed a line Caelan preferred to not cross. Only Mihael had brought him out of the ensuing rage, and Mihael wasn't around right now.

Caelan, with an almost forced calmness, finished his meal to eat the pathetic meal in the tray. He swallowed, almost regretting eating the meal, and pointed the fork at Ty. "Now, friend, I don't think you understood the exact point I was trying to make with you when we left you in your time-out-corner back in the hallway. We don't want company right now. We aren't seeking company right now. We're working, right now, as roommates, together towards a common goal that you are not a part of. He stood, fork in hand at his side. "You're a pyrokinetic. Great. You're a dime-a-dozen. You all think you're such hot stuff. I don't want people like you as a friend. I'd rather not even be an acquainted with you, were it not for the fact that we're both stuck in this place. I don't know you, and I already don't like you. If you really want to be seen as something, do something impressive against the system. Otherwise, scatter. I've no use for someone like you." As Caelan spoke, his eyes narrowed and his hair began to move about as his temper began to take hold of his powers. Nearby tables began to creak as the gravity fluctuated, while he tried to maintain control enough to shield Katherine from whatever happened. Enough irritations had taken place today. The breaking point approached, and Mihael was nowhere to be found. Caelan's mind worked to try and calm himself down, hoping Mihael would miraculously walk through the doors for some reason before things got out of hand.

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Marshall had noticed the guy with the fire powers come into the mess hall and start making a scene with another group that had managed to pull themselves together. There was something that he didn’t like about most of that group, they reminded him of the people had jaded him to the point of social death in his old school. He got a particularly bad vibe from the white haired guy who was far too well dressed for a place like this, he had snob written all over him. There was a point when he stood up and started monologing about not wanting to make friends with the guy. “None are so rich as to throw away a friend.” he thought to himself. It made him angry to know that there were people out there who would just toss others aside if they didn’t live up to what ever unrealistic standards they had for others to be “worthy” of friendship.

He noticed the guy’s hair started to move about on it’s own. He’d seen enough cartoons to know this was never a good sign. Then the tables and chairs started creaking and he felt his chair levitate a little. He discretely used his own telekinesis to hold his chair, the table and the chairs of his friends in place, without any of them noticing, while the guy’s temper started to boil. He was just a little proud of himself for being able to keep his mouth shut in spite of being angry, not that it would have done any good to say anything anyway, that guy was the type that would never noticed him even if he were yelling in his face.

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“No, it’d be a mean thing of me to leave you after I volunteered to help myself. Once you finish eating I’ll show you the way back and then we can part ways. It’s honestly fun being able to talk to someone like this. They look a little occupied anyway.”

She answered Allison and spotted the fireball boy herself. Approaching the pair wasn’t something even she herself would do so bravely ,so she wondered how things would play out. Unsurprisingly really, it didn’t seem to go very smoothly. She wished they’d get along but maybe certain types of people just didn’t suit each other. This was the second time something hectic was happening in the Mess hall.

She prayed that the mild disturbance of creaking sounds the tables were making would be the extent of his power. He still seemed pretty dissatisfied though. For now Maya decided to just continue watching, it couldn’t be too bad, after all half the people in this place seemed angry about something. Then the blonde boy who actually started the ruckus seemed to be finished and walked towards the door. She looked back at Allison and giggled while still keeping an eye at the boys and their actions.

“This is exactly what I meant when I said it’s lively. I think with how often it happens, soon we’ll all be used to these outbursts.”

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Michael for one wasn't going to stand for this nonsense. He looked down at his food thoughtfully then stood up slowly. His honey colored eyes flashing sharply with a look he rarely used. Without a word he walked over to Caelan's table he slapped his hand on it so hard one would think he would have injured his hand. He frowned furiously and shot a look at the white haired boy.

"Ty!" He said with an unnecessarily loud voice, hoping to get his attention before he'd left the room "Come to OUR table. There is lots of space with a lot less filth. You don't need people like these stinking up the already foul smell of this food. Besides everyone knows a decent take-over is more than just overwhelming powers and smart-ass attitudes. You want to make this place your own you have to know this place IN and OUT. That means it's prisoners as well. Otherwise you've simply won over a chaotic mess that will only eat you up in the end. No one likes a tyrant no matter what flavor bullshit he comes in."

His gold eyes flashed and he looked back at Caelan. "Everyone is valuable here. You'd best be absolutely certain that you can take on every single one of us when your through with your crusade, because you can be certain you'll be facing every single one of us that you kick aside in the end."

It was gutsy of him to say the least especially even as he already felt the fluctuation of Caelan's temper building. Michael however was calm. He turned and walked back towards his table. Not even a gust of wind on his lips.

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Utrien waited until Michael sat down then said quite calmly with a hint of good natured sarcasm. "That wasn't what i meant, but what the heck. I asked for a small wind and i guess that wind was good. I think that might have made him angrier though." Utrien smiled a closed eyes smile while he produced three tentacles that stabbed themselves into the ground, tethering him and his chair to the ground. Someone's going to explode, and he doesn't know who or when it'll be. He should at least be prepared.

He finished his apple and hid the seeds. Leaning on one hand, he mused. "You guys remind me of a newly introduced pride. Already heating up and butting heads. This might be beneficial, you would however gather a lot of enemies or abrasive relationships. Get your groups together and make sure they hold, you might want to have Allies in this war that's brewing." Steepling his hands and gazing at Caelan and Michael waiting for the storm to hit.

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Seeing this display from Mike caused all sorts of thoughts to run through Marshall’s mind, most of which were wildly inappropriate. This was incredibly brave and noble, yet incredibly stupid at the same time. He may have been standing up for the little guy here, but at what cost? Did he just throw all of them under the bus? Sure most of them could hold their own in a fight, but this dude could control gravity, this was not a power to be taken lightly and he had no idea what powers the others at that table had. At this moment he wished he could make all of his group invisible, but sadly, his power wasn’t something he could extend to others.

He felt himself tense up as he expected the worst, ready to do anything that was necessary, depending what on gravity boy did. He was still tense as Mike sat back down. He tried letting logic back into his head, but the tension remained. “ I don’t get why everyone is so hell-bent on a war within this place. Am I the only one that knows what this place really is? Some of you believe it’s actually a school to help us, some of you think it’s a prison to keep us away from the rest of society. Neither is right, or wrong. No one seems to notice that all the people turning up with powers around the world are either kids or teenagers. That means we’re the first generation of super humans. It won’t be long before the first nut job comes along and tries to take over the world or something stupid like that because he has a grudge. We’re in a freaking training facility. Whoever is in charge around here wants to create a group of heroes before the first villains show up and at the rate this place is going they’re going to create a school full of nut jobs who are going to be the ones to try and take over the world. For fuck sake, am I the only one who reads comics?” He rambled on, not really talking to anyone in particular.

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Her apology was, as it seemed, a deadly weapon. Her words had sent Caelan into a combined fit of coughing, choking and laughing. She didn't understand how her words would cause such a reaction or how someone could choke and laugh and cough all at the same time. She didn't know whether to laugh at or with him, or worry that he might seriously choke on the already hazardous looking substance he had been swallowing. In that state of confusion she just had a poker face, leaning back slightly as to avoid any food particles that may turn into deadly projectiles. Once he finally calmed down, having escaped a cruel death by unidentifiable lunch specials, he spoke; or well tried to. He coughed in between sentences, still trying to swallow. - "Well, don't apologize. I'm his brother after all. He-...He's my brother, after all. I've gotten onto him about his attitudes time and time again. He usually gets me back in some way, but it's nice to see someone else can't stand his nonsense any more than I can. It's refreshing. I'm sure he won't get too mad at you like he would at me, he can't stay mad at pretty girls." So she had not been alone in her disapproval over Mihael. She watched curiously as he continued eating, stopping only to add more to his statement almost as an afterthought. "If he's still raw later, I'll try to defuse it, I suppose. Now. About meditation. If you want later, I can float you with me, but we'll not do that now. Not while you're dressed like that. So, first thing's first-" A smile was spreading on her lips as she listen to his ramblings, she had been totally wrong on her pervert assumption earlier. She felt a tinge of guilt over almost slapping him, then felt even more guilty over slapping that other random guy. As if by art of magic that same guy suddenly spoke beside their table, cutting Caelan off mid sentence.

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"Alright first things first sweetheart. What the hell? Was your dog killed by a greeting or something? Second, sorry. I can understand if you're on edge, we're not exactly in the most relaxing situation. I didn't mean to scare you, where I'm from I had to learn to keep my footsteps quiet, it's a habit." The boy was looking straight into her deep grey eyes as he spoke, pulling a cigarette out when he paused. "And third, what do you say we just forget about? We're all sitting on a powder keg, and Big Brother's just waiting for it to blow. Being at each others throats isn't going to help anyone. So what do you say friends? Or at least tolerant acquaintances?" The boy had offered them a cigarette and then lit it. What he used to light it was a fireball he had created in the palm of his hand. The sight and warmth of it sent her into a dazed state of shock. She hated fire, she was deathly afraid of it and wanted it to go away right now. Her entire body went still and her eyes turned into an almost white shade of blue. The water bottle next to her froze instantly."Now, friend, I don't think you understood the exact point I was trying to make with you when we left you in your time-out-corner back in the hallway. We don't want company right now. We aren't seeking company right now. We're working, right now, as roommates, together towards a common goal that you are not a part of." Caelan was talking but she wasn't listening. "You're a pyrochinetik. Great. You're a dime-a-dozen. You all think you're such hot stuff. I don't want people like you as a friend. I'd rather not even be an acquainted with you, were it not for the fact that we're both stuck in this place. I don't know you, and I already don't like you. If you really want to be seen as something, do something impressive against the system. Otherwise, scatter. I've no use for someone like you." He had stood up now, speaking an a growing hostile tone. Their table, as well as probably every other table in the cafeteria began shaking slightly. He was loosing control.

"Wow, you think I need to prove something to you? That's adorable. Seriously that's like a puppy in a sweater and a baby panda level of cute. And you want something impressive? How about controlling my powers for one. Seems like you need a lesson or two on that, buddy. For future reference, don't tell me what to do. It never ends well. Ever. But like I said, us being at each other's throats ain't helping anyone." By now the fireball was gone and she was panting slowly as if recovering from a panic attack, her eyes still almost white. She didn't approve of either of their behaviors but both had a point. On one side, knowing the partial truth behind Caelan's thoughts, she could see why he would say such things. On the other side she agreed with Ty about the power control, something she as well as many others here were clearly struggling with. The boy then turned his back on both of them and started walking away after one last smart ass remark. This was ridiculous. She hadn't even gotten a chance to speak or answer any of the things he had said to her. She stood up and started to move towards the boy, not without effort because she was partly afraid of him making more fire. That and the fact she still had a fever made her vision blur from standing up so fast and she lay her hand against the table to keep herself up. That moment of pause allowed yet another person to speak before she got the chance to. This time it was one of the boys from across the room, the one that looked like a bleached out version of Caelan and Mihael. "Ty! Come to OUR table. There is lots of space with a lot less filth. You don't need people like these stinking up the already foul smell of this food. Besides everyone knows a decent take-over is more than just overwhelming powers and smart-ass attitudes. You want to make this place your own you have to know this place IN and OUT. That means it's prisoners as well. Otherwise you've simply won over a chaotic mess that will only eat you up in the end. No one likes a tyrant no matter what flavor bullshit he comes in."

The boy was speaking loud enough for everyone to clearly hear him while shooting glares at Caelan. He continued his speech as if unable to stop himself until his thoughts were expressed. It was risky, knowing how Caelan would react if he got any angrier, but very brave. He didn't even look agitated, he looked rather calm as if talking casually. "Everyone is valuable here. You'd best be absolutely certain that you can take on every single one of us when your through with your crusade, because you can be certain you'll be facing every single one of us that you kick aside in the end." She re positioned herself and turned back towards Caelan with a flushed, mildly angry and completely defeated look on her face. She was tired. She was so tired she couldn't even get agitated enough to explode, instead she got really really really frustrated to the point her eyes watered. She turned around and called out to the fire wielding boy, a very vulnerable and innocent look on her face. Half from how she felt and half from feeling like she was about to faint. She spoke as she walked towards him. [b] You never let me answer your questions. I accept your apology for scaring me only if you accept mine for accidentally slapping you. I know you two... She looked back at Caelan who looked like an active volcano then back at the Ty with a small smile. " ...will probably never get along. But, I say yes to your proposal of putting it all behind. What do you say, for the sake of all of us being shoved into this place at once, that we put ALL of this behind us. Start fresh. She extended her had towards in in a peaceful attempt to calm everything, including herself, down. The next sentence she said while glancing first at the bleached out version of the twins and his table, a slightly hurt look in her eyes at him having called Caelan and her both filth, then at Caelan with a look that said remember what you were about to teach me before this all started. She spoke loud enough so everyone could hear her, her tiny body was not very attention grabbing but she knew that the sight of movement between these two guys, her startling blue eyes and unusual red hair would be enough. That and the fact that every step she took had left ice on the floor, she herself was on a thin line with her control at the moment but she forced herself to stay calm. "No one here is better than anyone else here, but no one here is less than anyone else either. We all have our string points and our faults. Some of them more obvious than others but they are still there. You all, Caelan and I are no exception. This place has put everyone on edge and no one is thinking clearly right now. Seeing everyone's bad sides wont do anyone any good. So... She took a deep breath and spoke directly to Ty. I'm Katherine. It's a pleasure to meet you Ty." She held her hand in place, waiting to see how he, and everyone else, would react to her small speech. At least she finally got a word in.

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Allison had finished up her food and put on her mask as everything escalated around them, she kept her face straight as her stomach began to hurt. It wasn't from what she ate but more from all the yelling, loud noises and the like always made her feel like she was being trapped in a small dark closet that didn't have a doorknob. She could see the confusion and annoyance in most of everyone's face, their eyes seeming to look around for someone who they can just blame for this. One of her gloved hands went to rub her legs, trying to ease her nerves by breathing in and out slowly.

There had to be something that could calm people down, this seemed to be the first day and if they were going to be stuck together, fighting wasn't going to solve important things. She looked over at Maya again, brows wrinkling a bit as she had a thought. Allison leaned towards the girl, making sure there was still plenty of space between the two, and spoke softly to the smaller girl. You can affect others, yes? Maybe you can calm them?

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"Wow, you think I need to prove something to you? That's adorable. Seriously that's like a puppy in a sweater and a baby panda level of cute. And you want something impressive? How about controlling my powers for one. Seems like you need a lesson or two on that, buddy. For future reference, don't tell me what to do. It never ends well. Ever. But like I said, us being at each other's throats ain't helping anyone. Opening a can of whoop-ass all over you is just a waste of my time and energy."

The wretch known as Ty stormed off, thinking he'd made his point quite clear to Caelan. He had, but not in a way that he intended. Caelan smiled again, the confident smile of someone who knew an inside joke that the room did not. Not quite smug, not quite psychotic, simply confident. The smile of a trained actor. As Ty stormed off, the tables ceased their shuddering, and his hair settled into place. Calm yourself. They'll scatter like chaff before long, save for those you bring with you in the tempest. Calm. Caelan's unknowing white-knuckle grip on the fork relaxed. He would not lose control. Not here. Not now. They weren't worth his time. None of them were. He turned to seat himself again when the loud slap of flesh on metal seemed to echo throughout the cafeteria, despite murmurings from the staff at the display.

"Ty! Come to OUR table. There is lots of space with a lot less filth. You don't need people like these stinking up the already foul smell of this food. Besides everyone knows a decent take-over is more than just overwhelming powers and smart-ass attitudes. You want to make this place your own you have to know this place IN and OUT. That means it's prisoners as well. Otherwise you've simply won over a chaotic mess that will only eat you up in the end. No one likes a tyrant no matter what flavor bullshit he comes in." The new boy shot a glare at Caelan's direction. Admirable. Another friend? How fun this will turn out to be! The boy continued on, pointedly ignoring Caelan. "Everyone is valuable here. You'd best be absolutely certain that you can take on every single one of us when your through with your crusade, because you can be certain you'll be facing every single one of us that you kick aside in the end."

A retort forming on his lips, Caelan's mouth cracked open but was shut again thanks to Katherine. "You never let me answer your questions. I accept your apology for scaring me only if you accept mine for accidentally slapping you. I know you two... She looked first at him, then at Ty, giving him an almost accusatory stare. "...will probably never get along. But, I say yes to your proposal of putting it all behind. What do you say, for the sake of all of us being shoved into this place at once, that we put ALL of this behind us. Start fresh." She approached Ty and extended a hand in a gesture of peace, and friendship. Another glance in his direction, this time a look of almost chastisement, before turning back to Ty with her hand extended. "No one here is better than anyone else here, but no one here is less than anyone else either. We all have our string points and our faults. Some of them more obvious than others but they are still there. You all, Caelan and I are no exception. This place has put everyone on edge and no one is thinking clearly right now. Seeing everyone's bad sides wont do anyone any good. So I'm Katherine. It's a pleasure to meet you Ty."

Caelan chuckled to himself and shook his head, as if the entire situation was a joke to him. He turned, addressing the table behind them, particularly the one who stood up to him in the middle of what clearly was rage. "Well. Well well well. You've certainly got a spine. Don't you? You might be worth something. As for you, Ty..." He addressed Ty without turning to face him. "Don't cross me, and we will be fine." Returning his attention to the other table Caelan continued to speak. "You make a fair point, friend. Burning every bridge immediately isn't worth doing on day one. In the grand scheme of things here, the end is what matters. Freedom is what matters. Making sure this doesn't happen to anyone else, matters." He strode past Katherine, speaking in a hushed whisper only she could hear. "If you're still interested in meditation, I'll be in the courtyard. If not, I will see you back at the room. He strode past Ty, taking care to not come near him as he left the cafeteria. "But let me make one thing clear. Don't push me too far. It won't end well." As a final demonstration, he projected some of his power at the closest unoccupied table. The table shrieked briefly as the metal crumpled into itself, becoming a smooth, featureless ball that fell to the floor with a loud crash, cracking the tiles as it fell. With the table as his closing remark, Caelan pushed the door open with one hand and strode to the courtyard, feeling a bit accomplished. It was unlike him to regain his composure from the brink of losing it. He moved along, hands in his pockets. Filth huh? What would vermin know about filth?

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This began to get even more hectic as people from the other table also began to shout. The whole situation was completely unnecessary and frankly it was getting out of hand. You could cut the tension with a knife. But she was sure sooner or later they’d calm down, well she at least stayed hopeful.

Suddenly the red haired girl began speaking. Her words weren’t the loudest in the room, yet to Maya they were the clearest as only those words tried to bring peace. She agreed with the girl’s little speech and was overjoyed someone else actually tried to keep peaceful and happy relationships in this place.

“You can affect others, yes? Maybe you can calm them?”


“I….um,” Maya looked around at the people as she began to answer Allison. She wasn’t sure casting an illusion would even help and her power probably wouldn’t do wonders on this many people. Another thing was her desire to remain neutral, she could probably make a wall visible to the main aggressors but it wouldn’t really make anyone happy. “Just give them time. They’ll calm down on their own, this is just what you get with all these hormones trapped in one place. No one is hurt after all, they all just want to let their emotions go.”

As she expected the fight soon broke down as the white haired boy left. Sure, he said some pretty harsh words but at last it was calm again. Before opening the door he also gave everyone a demonstration of his power. As a nearby table became squashed Maya couldn’t help but let out a squeal of surprise. She waited a few moments before facing Allison again.

“See, I don’t think they really mean to get angry at each other. Oh, and you don’t look so good, why don’t I walk you back so you can rest and get some alone time?”

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The first one to respond to the series of events had been Caelan, naturally. A flare for the dramatic seemed to be a hereditary trait that ran in his family, Mihael was the same way but in a slightly different set of circumstances. They were twins so it only made since they would have things in common, including the prideful stubbornness she was quickly getting familiar with. That pride was the one that made him speak to his opposite or, as Kat now called him, bleached out version of him without actually turning to look at him. "Well. Well well well. You've certainly got a spine. Don't you? You might be worth something. As for you, Ty..."She tensed as she heard her roommate speak the other boys name, had her attempt to calm the situation failed? By the sound of his voice she couldn't tell that it had not failed. She had heard the shift in his tone, it was no longer coated in that dangerous instability it had been a few seconds ago. He continued talking to the fire user before turning back towards the table. [/color] "Don't cross me, and we will be fine"......"You make a fair point, friend. Burning every bridge immediately isn't worth doing on day one. In the grand scheme of things here, the end is what matters. Freedom is what matters. Making sure this doesn't happen to anyone else, matters." She heard footsteps move towards her and tensed a little as he whispered in her ear. He informed her that he would be in the courtyard meditating, and would meet her there if she chose to go or see her back at the room later tonight. After those short words he walked past Ty in an almost nonchalant manner. To some it would seem rude but she knew better, she knew how badly he was holding back. The silence that had formed as he moved was broken as his voice echoes across the room one more time. "But let me make one thing clear. Don't push me too far. It won't end well." The table nearest to him suddenly shook, crumpling in on itself until it was nothing more than a metal ball. A ball that landed with great force on the floor, cracking the tiles on impact as if it were a meteorite. That was the Caelan she had come to know, she knew he couldn't help himself. She had spoken, or thought, too soon on the matter of control. With that last act he walked out of the cafeteria and disappeared from sight. She would put some thought into meeting up with him after this depending on how things played out.

The pyro had listened intently to her speech, to her relief. She had been half afraid that he might have reacted explosively like Caelan and maybe even used his powers but somehow, contrary to his fiery powers, he had remained rather cool through this whole event. She didn't know how she would have reacted if she saw that fireball again but it would not have ended well. It was refreshing to meet someone who could actually keep their cool. In a way this boy was her polar opposite. He used fire but remained cool and she used ice and water but exploded in fiery rage more often than not. The boy looked at her hand then at her eyes, a look of confusion then wonder on his face as if he wasn't sure about something but was really thinking about it. He then turned, watched Caelan do his power trick and then leave. She watched curiously as he seemed to exhale all his rage before he turned back to her, she straightened up as best she could to look confident but quickly relaxed once she heard him speak. He shook her and with a warm smile on his lips. "It's already forgotten. The pleasures all mine, Katherine." His smile turned into an expression of concern, his voice worried. "Um...are you alright? My powers aren't hurting you are they?" She then remembered that she must look rather ill, her face must be as red as her hair by now and must seem exhausted. With everything that's happened she may as well explain why she was like this. First she let go of his hand and shook her head as an answer to his question, then jumped into an explanation." I will be ok. I just have a pretty bad fever because I used my powers one too many times today. There was a situation back in my room and well...things got out of hand. That's why Caelan was dragging me like that, he was trying to get both of us away from the others before both of us lost our tempers at the same time and someone got hurt. Your powers aren't affecting me in the way you must be thinking. When paused a moment, feeling almost ashamed at admitting this to someone other than herself. Even if she was scared to tell him it was for the best, as to avoid a bad situation later on.

" I'm....I'm really afraid of fire. There was an incident in my past where...I was almost burned alive and I haven't been able to even look at a candles flame since then without going into total shock. Which is bad because, sometimes my powers go all crazy if I'm like that... She had moved a stray lock f hair away while speaking, her voice trembling a little when she spoke, then pointed at the frozen water bottle on the table she had been in as an example of what she was saying to him. During her explanation a girl walked into the cafeteria with a small dog. It was the same girl that Caelan and Kat had almost run over when they left the room. Yet another person she had to apologize to, she had only seen her for a second before being dragged out so she didn't know if the girl would recognize her or not. She made her way towards the food, speaking with a sarcastic and semi hostile tone to no one in particular as she moved. ”Oh I hope my prenses isn’t too much for ya’ll. Name’s Judy, in case anyone cares” The girls attitude was such a harsh contrast to the super happy and friendly voice she had heard outside her door earlier that it almost scared her. The small dog seemed to imitate the girls anger and was growling at everyone that got in range of it's master. The girl, or Judy as she had informed the room, picked up an apple and a soda and made her back towards the exit when she stopped. The dog had jumped out of her arms and moved across the room with great speed, smelling everyone briefly before lingering on Ty's hand. It nibbled almost playfully on the boys hand. This made Judy turn and walk towards them, Kat tensed awkwardly but continued to explain to Ty." I will probably be fine after I get some more water in me and some sleep, I just can't really go back to my room just yet...too crowded. Caelan had brought me over to get some food and water so I could feel better. He...isn't as bad as he appears. Really. I'm sorry again, for what happened.

She smiled almost sheepishly before turning to the girl that now stood beside Ty and the small dog. Kat swallowed and spoke up awkwardly, it was now or never. She had already apologized twice today so she might as well keep going and get through with it all at once."Um..Hi. Judy? I don't know if you remember me from earlier. My roommate kind of dragged me out of my room as you were coming in and kind of ran you over on the way out. I just wanted to say that I am really sorry about what happened. There was too much tension building up in there, it was getting crowded and tempers as well as powers started flaring up. Please don't think that we were treating you bad on purpose, really we weren't. Things just happened in that unfortunate order. I hope you didn't get hurt, or your little friend there." Kat felt her heat racing with nerves as she spoke, she didn't know if the girl would react like Caelan and explode or like Ty and keep his cool. The only thing she could do now was breath knowing she had at least come forward and apologize, even if she hadn't been the one to run the girl over, for what happened. All these emotional loops today were seriously too much, she started feeling like she really did want to meet up with Caelan and do that weird floating zen thing. Hopefully the the rest of the time she will be in this place wont be as hectic, but somehow she highly doubted it would be any more relaxed with the kind of people clashing in it.

Not surprisingly, with the pattern of random people today, yet another person walked in. This time it was a rather attention grabbing girl in heels and a corset dress. Her hair bounced with each step as she cat walked into the room with an almost impossible entrance to miss, it reminded her a little of the twins dramatic personalities but a lot less hostile. Her green eyes scanned the room as she spoke. "Well hello fellow classmates, My name is Passhia but you can call me Fang, since, well I have a venomous bite." A small tongue ran over her teeth in an almost unconsciously animalistic manner to prove her point. The next thing that happened could maybe be the strangest thing that Kat had seen all day. Some real wickedly strange shit had happened today so that was really saying something. A Cobra. Yes, a COBRA had peeked out of her hair and slithered down her legs, coming to a stop on the floor beside her."Don't panic, he doesn't bite. Well unless you're a cat, which I happen to smell" She had spoken while petting the snakes head like a puppy. It was a boy snake? How can you even tell if a snake is female or male. She shuddered at the thought not wanting to really get a mental picture of the process. During this whole thing one thing still poked at her mind."Wait did she just say Cat? Cat's and birds where the two animals that Kat really loved, there was no way she had missed one, even in her dazed and feverish state. She looked around the room excitedly, probably the most animated she had looked since the fever started, her long crimson hair jumping along with her. Her childlike movements quickly turned into disappointing stillness and sad steel gray eyes having found no feline anywhere."Wheres the cat...?" She spoke to no one in particular but wanted an answer to her question.

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Allison nodded in agreement, making the coins on her mask ting together, as she watched the chaos seem to stop just as quickly as it had started on both sides of their table. It took her a moment to let go of her own leg, since her grip on it had became deadly when a table nearby suddenly looked like it had been stepped on by a giant. She stood to throw Maya and her's things away, passing by some of the newcomers as she did so. The place had became too crowded for her anyways, shrinking the dark closet into a small box that could've just been a coffin. She had no idea, she never could see the outside of it.

Waiting by the door she looked over at the group that continued to grow, seeing that her wishes of things calming down were not going to be answered anytime soon. Allison reached up to tighten her hair back into position on the higher part of the back of her head and waved to all of the people in the cafeteria. I think after this I will paint the halls after all, I think everyone here could use something...

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Maya followed Allison to the door and then took the lead. As they left some other people came in. Both of the girls had animal companions with them and it made her wonder if keeping pets in a place like this was a big problem. She watched Allison wave goodbye to all the others while they walked out.

As the continued down the corridor Maya rambled about random things which weren’t particularly important. Once they started seeing dorm rooms she stopped.

“You should easily get to your room from here, it was very nice meeting you!” She said to the girl with a grin and waved lightly, remembering she didn’t seem to like handshakes. Then she headed towards her own room. On the way in the corner of her eye she spotted the white haired boy who was with the group of four before. Considering he was alone and didn’t look too happy, she wondered if something happened between them. She knelt down beside the boy and looked at him.

“Are you ok there?,” she asked with concern. “Try to cheer up it’s not like it can get much worse, we’re in this place after all.”

Sometimes encouraging words of a stranger helped lighten the mood. She hoped he’d be ok soon. Sadness was a horrible feeling and while it was natural the girl wanted to do her best to stop people feeling down, especially since it was only the beginning of their little adventure . The boy seemed like he wanted to be alone and so she didn’t plan on bothering him much longer. Next time she’d see him he would hopefully be in a better mood. Before she got up, Maya smiled and winked at the boy. “Hang in there buddy!”

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Allison was grateful when Maya left her alone, it wasnt that she disliked the girl it was just that she needed sometime alone after everything that had happened in the span of a couple hours. With a soft sigh of relief she went down the hall she recognized as the dorm hallway, finding her door after a bit of searching. When she entered the room she saw that her roommate hasnt been in since she had left for go eat. I wonder what this Tyson person is like, hopefully not too loud.

Allison thought about what Maya had said earlier about how everyone needed a little more color, and how that might make everyone get along a bit better. But she found it difficult to know what would make people get closer. I dont think there is anything that we all have in common. I mean we all have powers but they arent the same. But... Maybe I could do something for everyone that shows their powers. People would at least have something to talk about. With a smile Allison grabbed her bag of art supplies and made her way back into the hall way.

She wasnt sure where to start though, where would she put it? Who would she paint? Allison knew only a few with powers, and out of those she had only seen one person who had actually used them. But she didnt know his name, so she would just have to put him randomly somewhere for now. This will be a trial run, if it's liked I'll continue. Opening up her bag and setting everything thing up, she dipped the brush into the water before starting. Since she was doing this one without sketching first, she stood for several minutes and stared at the wall. She was imagining the best position to have him in and what he would be doing, the colors she would be using were important too.

When Allison found her idea she started to paint. The person that she saw was someone who ooze confidence and yet seemed dependent on someone, he hid it well but she can see peoples emotions no matter how well hidden. Really she cheated but it helped her get a great twisted sneer on his face but have his eyes hold a large yet hidden amount of resentment. She painted him in a position where he was holding himself well. Legs looking like they would never buckled, while his hip was cocked the slightest bit to the left. His hands were at chest level, arms out and away from his sides, as they held a circular thing in the middle. He wasn't touching the thing, it was suspended in between them, his sneer was for the object. It was the Earth, only a size or two bigger than a softball, that was floating there. The guy was in complete control of it, but although he looked nasty nothing was happening to it. It was peacefully floating, that's what she hoped people would see anyways. The hardest part for her was his white hair, she was never any good at hair, people don't seem to realize that it is in fact more than one shade.

While she was painting Allison made sure to look down the hall, wary of someone seeing her for a couple reasons. She wasnt sure if this was allowed, and she didnt want to talk to anyone else today. After what felt like a decade she finished her painting and gathered her things, walking back to the bedroom. When she got in Allison slid the bag under her bed, out of sight out of mind. Taking a towel and somethings she got from her bathroom at home, Allison went off to search for the bathrooms for a nice shower before looking around a bit more.