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Amelia Dunston

"There is a chance, that if you talk to me, I may just disappear."

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

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Amelia Dunston
Faceclaim: Ichii Toruu

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|| Age ||
Fifteen. But looks much, much younger.

|| Appearance ||
A short girl with a dark and mysterious appearance. She wears dark colours a lot and likes to wear oversized clothing which keep her warm but are also pretty practical for handling things. Her hair is cropped short in a messy, pixie-bob and her eyes gleam and deep red/pink colour. She has very fair and very pale complexion which really makes the dark colour stand out. She will often be found wearing her sailor-fuku uniform, but on particularly cold days, she dons a nice, deep green duffer coat. [Seen Here]

|| Weight/Height ||
Height: 4 ft 8
Weight: 9st 2lbs


|| Personality ||
She is quite a blank, emotionless girl at first. But on the inside, she has emotions just like any other, and doesn't agree with the feeling of being trapped in this school. Her main goal is survival, if anything, but in order to survive, she must not allow herself to be labelled 'weak'. She doesn't talk much either, and much prefers to sit alone and think to herself, or read a book. But if she grows used to a person, or is somewhat forced into a situation where speaking is necessary, she is no stranger to a good conversation.

Amelia does have some, more or less, strange morals. Sometimes, she refuses to eat for days, or won't move unless psychically forced to. No one really knows why, the therapist her parent paid for her says it must be a psychological thing that she'll get over. But other than her weird habits, she seems pretty normal.

During her free-time, she usually participates in various sporting activities, more commonly baseball and swimming. She'll often be found doing some type of sport when she's not found sat in a corner with her books or being pushed into a group of people in order to "up her social skills" as her mother would say.


|| Likes/Dislikes ||

Likes:
*Books
*Silence
*Mysterious people
*Sports

Dislikes:
*Meat
*Loud noises
*Hyperactive people
*Cats

|| Power ||
Amelia can manipulate the air and energy around her to create a force-field around herself. The force field not only protects her but gives her the ability to become invisible whilst inside of it. She also has a cloaking method, which she can use more freely than the force field but it does not serve her any protection.

So begins...

Amelia Dunston's Story

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She sat at her desk, black hair over her shoulders, a phone to her ear,
"Yes. The little bastards are all here. We have the gate locked, of course, and all security measures have been put into place."
She spoke to someone on the other line, brown eyes staring at the records of all the children currently on the phone.
"Yes sir. All have been documented, and more are due to arrive tomorrow and the next. Yes sir. Goodbye sir."
She hung up the phone and stood, walking out the door into the hallway, he pointy black heels making a loud Click...Click...Click...
She wore a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, with a dark blood-red vest. She glared as she walked down, she hated wretched snot-nosed little brats. Their whining and partying, their sneaking out and graffiti... Everything about them was absolutely disgusting. She walked into the cafeteria, glaring at every student that looked her way. She made it to the center, and stood there, observing everyone. Looking through the sea of faces.

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All throughout the introduction, the exchanging of names, the stares and the marveling of powers, Amelia stayed silent and only moved when necessary. Eventually after wondering the halls with her suitcase trailing behind, she found her appointed room and entered it, only for her nostrils to be violently intruded by the smell of cleaning supplies. It seemed that somebody had been here before her, scrubbing the floors and desk. She wondering if all the rooms had been cleaned like this, or if her room-mate was just a germaphobe. Either way Amelia didn't rush to prop her suitcase up on the one bed she assumed wasn't already taken and began to unpack her things, folding away her clothes ad stacking them neatly in whatever space was provided to do so.

Once fully unpacked, Amelia daintily reached into the very bottom of her suitcase and retrieved the book that laid there and placed it down on the bed, before sliding her suitcase underneath the bed and clambering on top, crawling into a corner as she pulled the book into her lap ad began to thumb through the pages to find where she left off last. As she read, Amelia began to concentrate more and more into the book, allowing herself to slip into a sort of semi-conscious state, where only she and the book existed, meaning she paid no mind to what she heard or saw outside of the door marked 112A. All that matter to her at this moment is what she read on those pages displayed in front of her.

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[OOC: I edited the bit about batting cages because y'all had a hissy-fit in chat]
As she sat and read to her heart's content, Amelia couldn't help but allow herself to be disturbed from a mixture of voices from outside of her dorm room. Amelia sighed and closed the book, inhaling softly as she sat still for a moment with the book between her palms and then reached over to place it on the desk beside her bed. There seemed only to be one desk, so she hoped her roommate wouldn't mind if she placed the book there.

Amongst the rambling of the voices, she heard mention of a gym and a courtyard, so she decided she would visit there as the first of he explorations, as she intended to fully scope this place out at some point or another. Down on her hands on knees and reaching under the bed, Amelia searched in the blank darkness that the bed served until she grasped the handle of the solid metal baseball bat she had slid under the bed along with her suitcase and dusted it off, before then standing with the item she received slung over her shoulder, padded by the thickness of the purple sweater she almost always wore.

With the bat in tow, Amelia walked silent out of the dorm, flicking off the light and closing the door behind her before then heading off down the hall, slipping past people as she went. If anyone had noticed her, or even tried to speak to her, she'd simply continue on her way as if a robot with one set of instructions: to find the courtyard.

Along her way, Amelia realized she didn't exactly know where the courtyard was, so she took to peeking through doors. She took mind not to look through any labeled doors, as there would be no point, but the larger doors, such as the mess-hall, she'd pull open with one hand and peer in, searching the surrounding inside then without a word leaving again until she could find the correct door.

It took longer that she expected, and by the end proved a little tedious but eventually Amelia found a door that lead outside, and with relief stepped through and made her way to the caged off area she assumed to be the courtyard. Once there Amelia pulled put a baseball she had hidden in her pocket earlier and made her way into a space that would allow her to bat freely before setting her stance and tossing the ball up in front of herself.

The bat gave a tremendous crack as t made contact with he ball and sent it hurtling toward the back wall where it bounced off and rolled back. Once it had slowed and come to a stop,Amelia bent down and picked up the ball, then threw it up and hit it again, sending it soaring into the back wall of the cage. Amelia repeated this action many times, each time her bat giving a loud crackle as it hit the ball. She hoped that at least here she'd be able to gather enough time to be alone with her thoughts.

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Ball after ball zoomed through the air, splitting the silence as it hit the cage, making a rattle before once more rolling back to it's owner only to be sent through the air with the crack of the bat. Eventually, Amelia found herself catching hr breath more than usual. Which meant she must be growing tired, but this didn't mean she was giving up. Anyone who knew Amelia close, which was not many, knew she was competitive EVEN when there was no-one but herself to compete with. She didn't want t give up just yet, so becoming a little tired would not stifle her, not just yet.

And so, Amelia continued to hit the ball to the back of the cage then pick it up again and toss it in the air. She repeated this as if it were routine, though some may just see her as slightly strange. Regardless as what others may think, Amelia continued her ball-batting saga, battling through hr growing exhaustion until her entire body ached and pleaded her to stop.

After countless rounds, Amelia eventually swung the bat back over her shoulder and picked up the ball for the final time, brushing her thumb over a few scuff marks it seemed to have gained in it's journey back and forth, and wandered aimlessly over to the side of the caged courtyard she was hitting the ball toward and slumped down, now sitting on the cool tarmac beneath her as she exhaled sharply for rest.

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"Ingrates, all of them..."



Caelan's thoughts roiled as he aimlessly wandered the hallways from the cafeteria, passively looking for the courtyard. As thoughts continued to roll in his head like clothing in a tumble dryer, Caelan's mood soured once again. Why then? Why that worthless pyrokinetic? Why couldn't he just consign them all to a singularity and be done with it? They would only be pawns in the end anyway, unless they showed extreme talent like Desire, and Katherine to a lesser extent. His anger began to burn brighter, and hotter, fueling the instabilities that came with his powers. Objects in the wake of his path in the hallway shifted slightly, only barely displaced as they floated for brief moments. Why. Why why why why WHY!? It suddenly occurred to him that the almost physical weight of the sun and heat once again bore down on his shoulders. He'd somehow manage to navigate himself to the courtyard, despite his inner turmoil.

Out in the sunlight, Caelan began to pace back and forth across a small section of the courtyard, his jaw clenched in thought. Why should I be FORCED to be pleasant with them? Why!? Loose stones began to float around him as his anger continued to grow unchecked. Why should I tolerate them? Why? Why can't I just crush them all into NOTHINGNESS!? Why can't they all SCATTER? The stones began to orbit Caelan, gaining speed as his temper rose. Why... can't... they... all... GO! One of the stones whipped around Caelan too quickly, and struck him across the cheek, leaving a small cut. The physical pain very nearly threw his grip of control away, however, he used it as a focusing tool. Caelan sat, crossed his legs, and began to slow his breathing. Then, slowly, the stones slowed their frenzied dance around him. As he began to calm down more, they lazily rotated around him, almost as a symbol of his own inner harmony. With his temper slowly snuffing out, Caelan rose, floating off the ground in the center of his own model universe. Calm. Harmony. He was the master, not his own power. He couldn't rely on Mihael forever, anyway. If he was here, he may as well get used to being separated from his brother.

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Amelia sat with her knees pulled up near her chest and her head tilted backs lightly so it lay against the caged wall as she exhaled and inhaled slowly to regain her breath after having lost most of it during her competitive game of baseball, with herself. In the distance Amelia heard the sound of furniture scratching against tiled flooring, and then a muffled crash, followed by silence and eventually the sound of growing footsteps. Once she heard a door creaking and the quick footsteps come closer, Amelia tilted her head forward and opened her once closed eyes.

Across the courtyard, a white-haired man paced with his jaw clenched. Amelia assumed the sounds she heard inside could have some connection with the increasingly angry man she saw in front of her. As the man paced, and seemingly grew more angry, Amelia spotted a collection of stones began to lift and rumble their way though the air, circling him as he continued his internal angry ranting. Amelia considered putting up her shield, just incase a stone flew haywire and made it's way directly toward her.

Half-way through the process of creating the shield, one of the stone struck the man across his cheek which ripped him back into reality, or so it seemed. Eventually the man went from angered to calmed and sat himself on the floor, crossing his legs as the stones slowed their whirlwind and progressed into a slow rotation around him. Amelia waved back into visibility as she broke down her shield and watched the man from where she sat, cocking her head slightly in curiosity as she watched the man then begin to float off of the ground. He seemed to be meditating, which was understandable, she was told once that some people could float just from pure inner peace and a clear mind. But this was a school specifically for people with powers a parade of freaks, where the vultures would pick the weak to death and listen to the commands of those who were strong. The man seemed like the strong type, but his anger made Amelia wonder if he'd be a strong leader. The way she saw it, a level-head was the appropriate essential for survival and leadership, especially amongst a load of potentially life-threatening powerful teenagers.

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Judy had refused to even look at her in the eye as she apologized, told her that her dog was nothing to be afraid of if you just pet behind it's ears, she picked up her pit bull up and then walked towards the snake girl Fang who had just walked into the room. Kat blinked and watched her walk away, why had she bothered even saying anything. "I appreciate the honest. We all got our demons. Sometimes they seem like actual demons." The boy closed his eyes and tenses almost as if he regretted what he just said. Strange. She didn't ask him about it though, not her place to pry into others matters. "I'll try not to 'flame on' when I'm around. Just don't get to mad if I slip up ever now and then." She nodded and shot him a small smile, even though she couldn't actually say ok to that. She would have to work on her fear and how she might react when it does happen. For now she wouldn't think about it. The boy cursed and freaked out about the snake, saying something about missing the memo on pets and saying he wanted a Komodo dragon. She took this moment to quietly make her way over to the cafeteria line, take a bottle of water and then start walking to the exit. She looked back in an attempt to wave back at the boy but he was too distracted and she wanted to be alone. All day people have either spoken over her and not let her get a word in or just ignored anything she said, she was tired of it. She sighed and pushed the cafeteria door open just enough for her to slip through, leaving the room of buzzing conversations behind. The hall outside was almost unnervingly quiet. She thought about where to move. Option one was back into the cafeteria, that was not going to happen. Option two was her room, that was REALLY not going to happen anytime soon. She took a long sip of the water and started moving. "Only one place to go then."

She walked to the end of the hall and then turned, trying to figure out where exactly the courtyard was. Meditation sounded more exhausting than productive right now since she was too tired to even get mildly irritated much less angry but the thought of Caelan floating made her smirk. He was a really interesting guy. He was short tempered, violently impulsive, slightly sadistic and could be very intimidating at times but there was more to him. She couldn't forget the expression on his face when he spoke to her about them being partners. He looked almost...cute. There is no way that a true psycho could make such a shy and vulnerable expression. Everyone had their good and bad sides right? She kind of wanted to see that warm smile of his again. It was soothing, compared to all the glares and scorns she had seen on peoples faces today. She turned one more time and saw a door with light shining through it. Had she found the place at last? Only one way to find out. She stepped outside, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, it took her a few seconds and half a dozen blinks to see clearly again. What she saw was Caelan, surrounded by pebbles, sitting on the floor in his zen mode. His back was to her so she couldn't see his face but she didn't have to. Swallowing the rest of the water she made her way towards him, stopping a few feet away as to not bump into his pebble display. "So by the tranquil master of harmony and the lovely display of levitating pieces of this beautiful land...I shall assume this Floating Zen 101?" She said it in a playful voice, placing the bottle on the floor next to her and bowing dramatically in respect to the teacher before her. She didn't feel like she was about to pass out anymore, enough water was back in her system it seemed. Her entire body felt heavy though and she craved a bed that was not available at the moment. So why not try to enjoy herself a little in this hell hole after today? She was allowed to be a dork now and then.

When she straightened up from her dramatics she noticed someone else in the area. It was a girl. Kat sighed, hoping that this girl wasn't like the last three weirdos she had encountered. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't had a single pleasant encounter with a girl all day. First the mess in her room with Desire, the blatant disregard for any courtesy about the fact that it was HER room not someone else's by everyone in general including that odd Venom girl, the awkward encounter with Judy that later let to another awkward exchange that had not been any better than the first. Kat felt almost afraid to even attempt to communicate with this new girl, she was too exhausted to get in another fight, to frustrated to argue, too sleepy to even walk that far really. So she did the less exhausting thing she could think of and probably the least hostile thing she did all day, she waved at the girl.

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Control. Must. Maintain. Control…


Caelan, externally, settled back onto the ground while the stones continued to rotate around him. Internally, Caelan had cut himself off from the outside world. The desert ceased to exist. The Academy, demolished. His emtions in harmony. He had become the master of his own domain. He had retreated into his own mind and soul, trying to wrestle his own emotions into control. He was long gone.

A pitch black void. Devoid of everything, filled with nothing. Only Caelan stood alone, his arms outstretched at his sides. He accepted the nothingness, allowed it to flow through him and expunge the turbulent emotions that raged within him. The roiling chaos seemed to seep from him and flow out. With his distractions eliminated, Caelan began his mental exercises. At a twitch of his hand, his own version of existence flowed into being. Sweeps of his hands created asteroid fields, black holes, and constellations. His hands moved, and the space obeyed. Planets, galaxies, and suns grew, flourished, died, and recycled themselves, further continuing the cycle of existence. He was god. However, as he strode through his creating, an unnerving presence haunted him. Something lurked in the darkness, acting against his own creations. Unraveling them, destroying them. Seekeing to usurp his rule. Caelan sought out the intruder, heading deep into his mental universe. The further he strode, the less of his masterpiece he saw. When he was surrounding by nothing but blackness once more, the blackness spoke back.

”You. You think yourself the master of your own universe. You think yourself perfect. You are far from it, Caelan. You and I both know it.

Caelan turned, facing the anomaly in his creation. A silhouette faced him. He didn’t need to guess to know whose silhouette it was. The shadowy version of himself wavered, flowed, and stared back at him with hard crimson eyes. Expressions of outrage, hatred, anger, and sorrow flashed across shadow Caelan’s face. The only constants were the two angry crimson eyes. Eyes that were exact copies of his own.

You know nothing of control, Caelan. You never have. You never will. It’ll always be the same. I will always be there to get in your way. You’ll lose control, again. You’ll crush those you care about until they cease to be. Starting with that pretty redhead we seem to like. Katherine was it? Just imagine how she'll look lying broken before you, bleeding into that beautiful red hair of hers. Try as you might, you’ll only fail. As you’ve always failed. I’ll watch, and laugh. As always.

No. Not this time. I will master you, you will bow before me. I WON’T DO IT AGAIN.

At Caelan’s outburst, something changed within him and with the shadowy version of himself. The dark Caelan’s form sharpened while his own began to waver. He could feel it, as strange a feeling as it was. In his moment he knew his downfall. He couldn’t let himself become that… thing… in front of him.

”I will conquer you. I WILL not lose this. I can’t lose! I won’t!

"So by the tranquil master of harmony and the lovely display of levitating pieces of this beautiful land...I shall assume this Floating Zen 101?"

Katherine’s voice ripped Caelan from his inner confrontation back to the desert. Back to the Academy. The stones slowed their orbit and settled, creating a ring around himself. He opened his eyes, blinking in the overwhelming brightness for a brief moment before he could see again. Katherine playfully bowed before him, like a student before their master. He stood, returning the bow with a flourish.

”Well then, student, approach so we may begin the lessons. We will see what you can become during your studies.

Caelan noticed a girl sitting off in another portion of the courtyard. She looked a little too young to be here, but it wasn’t completely out of the question. Who knows what her powers were? He decided that he’d play at the level-headed figurehead and beckoned her over in turn. ”You can join in too, if you want. Or watch, whatever works!

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ile only staring at the man for a few moments, Amelia saw from the corner of her eye another person enter the courtyard, this time it was a lady with long red hair. The lady walked over to the man and spoke to him, she seemed to be trying to act playful towards him as she spoke and then bowed, this made Amelia wonder what kind of relationship the two had.
Only after finishing her one-way conversation did the lady then look over to realize that Amelia was in the courtyard too and so the lady waved.

Amelia was surprised at first that she had been noticed, the man didn't seem to see her before he started meditating, but naturally she waved back. Then, only a few seconds later the man's display of rocks and stones settled themselves and stopped moving as the man then opened his eyes and stood to reply to the girl. He seemed playful too, which was a change to how Amelia saw him before, angry and frustrated, she assumed the meditation was working. After finishing replying to the lady and ushering her to sit with him, Amelia realized this must have been a meditation session between the two, and her thoughts were only confirmed when the man asked if she'd like to join.

After the man's seemingly kind gesture of finally noticing her and offering her a place in their sessions, Amelia then stood and lifted her bat up, letting it rest against her shoulder as she walked over to the two, waiting until she came level with the man and the red-headed lady before she spoke in her quiet, monotone voice, "No, sorry... sport is my form of meditating and since I can not.." Amelia pulled the bat down off of her shoulder and tapped it in her palm, feeling the cold metal as she spoke, "I will go have to find something else, so that I do not disturb your session.." and with that small bit of speech, Amelia made her way out of the courtyard and back inside the building, heading directly to her room.

After putting the baseball bat safely away, Amelia began to think of what she said earlier about sport being her own form of meditation and so decided that, if she could no longer play baseball, she would go for a swim as she was certain there was said to be a pool here. Once appropriately dressed in her swimsuit and equip with a towel, goggles and sandals, Amelia left her room, closed the door and made her way down to the room which contained the pool.

Once there, Amelia placed her stuff down in a corner of the room. She made certain to fold up her towel neatly and then place the sandals on top so they would stay put and stay clean. Then, after securing her things, Amelia pulled her goggles down over her eyes and made her way to the edge of the pool, taking a deep breath before diving in and beginning breast-stroke once she had resurfaced. Half-way down the length of the pool, Amelia noticed the sound of sobbing and stopped her self so she could listen and look around for the source. It turned out to be another man, dripping wet on the side of the pool in his own swimming gear. Curious. Amelia decided to swim over to him, but she knew of the possibilities the others may of had with their powers, so she stayed in the water and kept herself afloat as she looked up at him on the edge and spoke, "Why are you crying?" she asked the man, her voice similar to the emotionless, monotone vibe it had earlier. Amelia waited for the man's reply, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she noticed the man starting to flicker and waver in and out of existence.

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“Why are you crying?” a flat emotionless voice asked Marshall. He hadn’t even noticed the girl come in to the pool, but then he was a bit preoccupied. She was a cute little girl in the pool, a little emo looking like himself . She honestly didn’t look old enough to be in this school, but he knew that looks could be very deceiving in this place. What did he have to loose?

“Because I’m a bloody moron, that’s why. In the course of one day I managed to alienate the first person I ever could consider to be a friend. I not only struck a nerve to irritate my new roommate, but I also managed to threaten his life. I just couldn’t hold back anymore, he just said one thing that irritated me and it was like he uncapped sixteen years of pure hate( and he really only deserved two at the most ) and I couldn’t hold back and all he did was laugh it off like I was nothing. But then, that’s all I’ve ever been; nothing. I was stupid for thinking things would change just because I got out of one bad situation. Just once I thought I could be … wanted. And for a moment I thought I was, but then I went and fucked it all up. And now here I am boring you with my problems. I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask your name. I’m Marshall by the way.” He reached out his hand to shake hers.

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Amelia listen as the crying man explained his situation, and didn't re-act until he stretched out his hand towards her, seemingly to come together with hers for a hand shake. Amelia followed suit and swam closer, reaching up her own hand out from beneath the water to place into the palm of his and grip it in a firm shake. The man gave his name as Marshall after he finished his mini-speech, "Amelia" she replied, giving her own name as she then finished shaking his hand and pushed herself to the side of him so that she could then lift herself onto the edge of the pool and sit beside him. Amelia made sure to keep the distance between where they sat to acquaintance-level, as she found it only necessary to not be too pushy on strangers - some people didn't like that kind of immediate closeness.

"I saw a man in the courtyard, he looked pretty upset too. But then he started to meditate and this lady with red hair came to join him. Is that your friend?" Amelia tilted her head and looked toward Marshall with her question. She gave him enough time to answer before she started to speak again, "Regardless, it's natural for things to waver within a friendship from time-to-time. Good times or bad times, they are all just pieces in the puzzle of friendship. It all amkes for a stronger bonding experience." As cheerful and encouraging as Amelia's words wanted to sound, they were all delivered in a flat, emotionless voice which wasn't exactly the best for cheering someone up. Despite her tone, though, Amelia felt she wanted to at least cheer this man up before she started to swim again - ignoring him would have been inhumane, "You should not rest all of the bad things that happened on your own shoulders, there is never just one person to blame. And I'm sure, with time, you and your friend will resolve whatever it was that caused you to come here." A hint of a smile pulled at the corners of Amelia's mouth, perhaps her speech wasn't affecting just the man, she started to think of the friends she had had in the past. Amelia looked away and decided to focus on the water beneath them, wriggling her toes in the depths leisurely as she awaited Marshall's reply.

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“I don’t think that’s him, he was in the mess hall the last time I saw him.” He sighed a little noticing he was flickering again. He focused a little bit and he regained his translucent quality. “It’s not the wavering I’m worried about, we’ve barely just met, I’m worried more about me. What I might do. I never had an outlet for my anger in the past and I just bottled it up, I’m worried I might explode and hurt someone just because they push my buttons wrong.” he looked at Amelia’s face glancing at the pool as she dangled her feet in the water. “You want to go back to swimming? I helps to clear my head, it’s just taking a little longer than usual today.” He jumped back into the pool, dunked his head under and broke through the surface feeling refreshed. He still had no idea how he was gonna fix thing or even if they could be fixed, but he knew he had to get an outlet soon before he accidentally hurt someone.

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Jurou simply stood there in silence as Utrien and Michael spoke to him. They obviously weren't very pleased with his actions but, at least they didn't seem to really hate him. Yet. His bawled fists slowly loosened before becoming open hands as he let out a long, annoyed sigh. Rubbing the back of his head he looked at the knives on the floor again. "Perhaps... I went too far..." Jurou muttered to himself as he looked around the much less lively cafeteria. He felt so odd in silence. Only one other person were there. And as much as he wanted to go and talk to her, he had something he needed to do and quick.

Jurou quickly began to run back towards the dorms, and he was a pretty damn quick runner, not so good on his brakes though on this kind of flooring with so many turns and corners. Nonetheless he continued to run, paused for a second as he saw an amusing spray paint art over a painting of some man he was unsure who they were but they mustn't be very liked. It made him laugh lightly and he continued running. He was in such a hurry that he completely ran right past Michael and Utrien.
Entering his dorm finally, he quickly got undressed, taking every item of clothing off until he was butt naked, then he shifted into his cat form once again. He needed to hurry before Marshall's scent might disappear, he felt rather panicked now, as if he had a time limit, it was so odd. Quickly, the now feline Jurou hurried out of his dorm, leaving the door open behind him and ran off past the two once again. His mind was focused on only one thing. Getting to Marshall. Anything that might have gotten in his way he'd just ignore. He would travel through the shadows, being a black cat it would be harder to spot him. Sniffing the air he caught a faint trail and followed it. It ended unfortunately, became too faint at two places he could have gone, the pools or court yard. He remembered earlier that Marshall went to the pools, he seemed to like it there. This was very challenging for him, to enter a room full of his biggest fear. But he had to do it. He wanted to do it.

Jurou pushed open the door with his strong, feline body, simply leaning against it as hard as he could before it finally opened rather loudly too, so much for a quiet entrance. He just hoped Marshall wouldn't threaten him again, even though they had both probably cooled off by now, it was easy to light a fuse in Jurou. "Marshall!" He managed to yell out to the man as he sat there in front of the door in his cat form. He was quite puffed, usually he didn't get tired this easily but today had been a long day. He froze up a little when he saw there was another here, a female he hadn't seen before, and also the huge amount of water they were in was scaring the crap out of him. Luckily cats didn't show much expression. "Marshall I uh... I wanted to, to... Um." Why was it so damn hard to apologise? Just spit it out Jurou! "I-I'm sorry!" Yes, he finally managed to stutter out an apology, it was hard to stay focused in front of a stranger and a room full of fear, his fear. "I went too far... I never want to make anyone feel like crap but today I don't know, I just. I was an idiot." Well it's a start, you might need to do better than that though Jurou. He wasn't the apologetic type, it was rare to see him apologise, he was usually quite stubborn and it was hard for him to admit he was wrong, perhaps he was becoming much more mature over the past few years.

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“Why are you fading?” Amelia asked Marshall as the two of them were swimming.
“You know, I’m not sure.” He said “ It started happening this afternoon while I was at lunch. One of the girls brought a dog into the mess hall, not sure that should be allowed, and I started flickering off and on ever since, the best I can get is ghost-like visibility. I’ve never been that great with controlling it, I mean I’ve mastered staying invisible when I want to, but there are times when I just disappear out of nowhere. I think it might be tied to my emotions some how.” At that moment he heard the rusty hinges of the door screeching in protest as someone opened the door to the pool area. He didn’t turn to see who it was as he was facing Amelia and didn’t want to ignore her. As he heard the door screech shut again he noticed that Amelia had cocked her head to the side with the same confused look she had given him when he was crying earlier. Then he heard the voice.
“Marshall!”
Before he even turned around he had put it all together; the look on Amelia’s face and that voice he recognized all too well. He turned to see the large black cat he figured was there. Something was a bit off about him, though. His copper eyes shimmered with a glint of fear. He didn’t know why, but he decided the right thing to was to listen to what he had to say.

"Marshall I uh... I wanted to, to... Um."

“Why was he stuttering?” he wondered

"I-I'm sorry!"

“WHAT!? He’s actually apologizing?

"I went too far... I never want to make anyone feel like crap but today I don't know, I just. I was an idiot."

Marshal turned to Amelia, still looking more confused than ever. “That’s my roommate I mentioned earlier. You’ll have to excuse me for a second.” He pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed his towel off the chair and dried off a bit. He walked over to Jurou and sat down next to him.

“You are one … brave little SOB, you know that? You came down here in your cat form, the form you’re most vulnerable in, when I just threatened your life, then you swallow your pride and apologize to me? Not to mention Utrien is probably in the halls out there, talk about taking your life into your own hands.” He chuckled a little. “Look you aren’t the only one who over reacted, I… I’m an idiot too. I know it was you talking, I saw your lips move, but I swear all I heard was my dad’s voice. That was the same kinda thing he used to say. So, yeah, I’m sorry too. It was just one of those things where we didn’t know we were pushing each other’s buttons, hell, I didn’t even know I had buttons to push. That kinda scares me ya know? I don’t wanna make anyone feel like crap either, and sure as fuck don’t want to hurt anyone, but it was like I could barely control myself. I guess sixteen years is too long to hold a grudge, huh?” He smiled as he looked down at Jurou, resisting the incredibly powerful urge to pet him because he didn’t think it was appropriate when there was a person in the kitty. “So are we good?”

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Michael, startled by Jurou rushing past, blinked and sat up. "What...?" His brows furrowed and he got to his feet. "Come on Utrien. I think the idiots are finally coming to their senses."

Michael took the moment to help Utrien to his feet, despite knowing he needed no such help with all those tentacles squiggling about. They still creeped him out, it was the sentiment he cared about, as sort of a thanks to Utrien for being his friend. Such small gestures mattered a lot to him. "Come on." Michael hurried along the halls, pulling Utrien along with him. They ran after Jurou following what he later discovered was a trail of his clothing scattered along the floor. He picked them up, bewildered by the fact that Jurou yet again had turned into a cat. His clothes where gathered up, bunched in Michael's arms. He blushed incredibly when he picked up Jurou's boxers, trying not to think of a completely nude Jurou on the loose. He hadn't really thought deeply about it but Jurou was quite attractive and.....judging by his clothes, he smelled nice. Michael shook his head, again trying not to think about it and hurried along trying his best to follow where he might have gone next.

The pair got to the Pool room just in time to spot Jurou slipping through the double doors. "Don't burst in." He whispered to Utrien, adjusting Jurou's clothing in his arms. He peered through the windows in the doors and cracked the door open ever so slightly to listen.

"I went too far... I never want to make anyone feel like crap but today I don't know, I just. I was an idiot."

“You are one … brave little SOB, you know that? You came down here in your cat form, the form you’re most vulnerable in, when I just threatened your life, then you swallow your pride and apologize to me? Not to mention Utrien is probably in the halls out there, talk about taking your life into your own hands.” He chuckled a little. “Look you aren’t the only one who over reacted, I… I’m an idiot too. I know it was you talking, I saw your lips move, but I swear all I heard was my dad’s voice. That was the same kinda thing he used to say. So, yeah, I’m sorry too. It was just one of those things where we didn’t know we were pushing each other’s buttons, hell, I didn’t even know I had buttons to push. That kinda scares me ya know? I don’t wanna make anyone feel like crap either, and sure as fuck don’t want to hurt anyone, but it was like I could barely control myself. I guess sixteen years is too long to hold a grudge, huh?”

Michael smiled to himself, still peering through the window with his honey colored eyes. "Those idiots. Honestly." He murmured

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Utrien blinked as Jurou passed them. He seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere and Michael was leaning on him; Even if he wanted to, he couldn't really chase after him.

To his surprise, Michael helped him up to go after Jurou. As he stood up, he was already being hauled down the hallway. He retracted his tentacles and ran alongside Michael. They followed the trail of clothes that Michael seems insistent on picking up. Utrien kicked the t-shirt up and plopped it with the others in Michaels arms. 'Looks like they were following a stripper version of hansel and gretel.' Utrien chuckled as that crossed his mind.

They followed Jurou right up to a double set of doors, and on michaels command peeked through the windows instead of entering. As he heard the part about him being in the halls, Utrien couldn't help but sarcastically whisper to Michael "What am i, some sort of deadly predator?"

Nevertheless as they made up, Utrien couldn't help the smile that appeared. "You're telling me," he agreed with Michael.

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[OOC= I was away for a few days, sorry for no notice. Also lazy post bc I'm tired ;-;]

Amelia nodded once Marshall mentioned his invisibility, it made sense to her once he explained it and how he thought it could be linked to emotions, most powers are controlled by the emotion of the bearer which is perhaps why Amelia had mastered her power so easily - because she had no emotion (or at least seemed like he did). After excusing himself, Marshal got out of the pool and headed over to the cat which had entered and called his name and an apology, which didn't phase Amelia much, she simply kept swimming for a bit, not wanting to intrude until their conversation had finished.

But Amelia assumed the talking cat person had seen her with Marshall, so she knew she couldn't just avoid being notice. So after Marshall's small speech Amelia climbed up the pool ladder and headed to her things in the one corner, then toweling off and slipping her feet into the sandals before she walked her way gradually over to the two of them and stood by Marshall's side, "You were not the man in the courtyard, were you?" she asked, looking down to the cat as she wondered if her assumption from earlier was right. If she was right, Amelia wondered what the man in the courtyard had experienced in order to get so angry, perhaps he was linked to the two stood near her? Perhaps they knew? Amelia would have to ask them, though she thought it best that the pool was not the time nor place to be asking questions that could either be totally un-related or just another spark to the flame.

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The feline Jurou sat naturally like a cat beside Marshall as he spoke, simply trying not to pay attention to the fact there was a swimming pool in front of him, it was hard to ignore what was right there though. Things seemed to be going well, even though he apologised terribly, Marshall seemed to be just as rational about the situation as he was by this point.
As Marshall spoke, replying to Jurou's apology, he pouted like a child and looked away from the male, although in his cat form not much expression was possible to be shown, cats naturally couldn't make many facial expressions. "It wasn't easy you know.." He mumbled before smiling when he heard the rest of what Marshall had to say, it was nice to see him chuckle and it felt nice to smile. He felt rather bad though, even worse for what he did when the male explained subtly that he had a bad relationship with his father, and knowing that Jurou's asshole attitude reminded him of his dad made him feel uneasy, did he really act that much of a prick that it reminded others of horrible people? He really needed to take better control of his anger then, he didn't want to be seen as that at all. "You're a good guy Marshall, of course, we're all good." Jurou smiled although it wouldn't be seen on his feline face, his copper red eyes still showed that he was happy as the squinted when he tried to smile. "Maaan I'm so immature for my age! I'm eighteen and carrying on like a child, gotta get my act together." Jurou kind of wanted to be a role model, but he didn't have a very good attitude to be the type for someone to look up to.

His attention shifted for a moment back to the girl who had been quite quite, she seemed to be the type who wanted to blend in with the background, didn't talk much and didn't have much expression on her face, he felt curious to know more about her as it was hard to read her. He watched as she got out of the pool however and finally went over to them and spoke up. "I don't know about Marshall but I haven't been outside at all today, including the courtyard. Just got back from the cafeteria." Jurou decided to speak up and reply anyway, even though it wasn't exactly directed at him.

As he simply listened and waited for the two to speak and what not, his feline ears twitched as he began paying attention to the sounds in the background, he could hear, two voice yes it sounded like two people. Familiar voices. Was someone eavesdropping? That was a bit embarrassing. Casually Jurou walked over to the entrance, carefully walking as far away from the pool as possible then spoke up. "I can hear you guys you know." Jurou said casually at the door, it was too much of a pain in the ass to try and open the door in his cat form. He took a few steps back for the door to open, didn't want to get hit by such a big door which he didn't realise was so big and heavy until he was in such a weak form.

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"Um....hi." Michael's eyes appeared in the crack of the doorway. He grinned, embarassed at being caught spying on such a personal moment. He pushed the door open and scooted inside on his knees, Jurou's clothes in his arms. "Um....We brought your clothes? That's totally the only reason we're here." He fibbed, a guilty smile on his lips.

He paused looking behind Jurou at Marshall and the girl by the pool. "It's really hard not to pick you up and just hold you Jurou, you know that right? I really want to just.....steal you and take you to my room and rub you behind the ears." Michael murmured. He was still gripping Jurou's clothes. Finally he stood up, glancing anxiously at the pool a few feet away. He wandered to one of the pool benches and sat there, tucking his legs under him and placing Jurou's clothes on the plastic table. He stripped out of his shirt and allowed his shirts to join the pile as well as his socks and shoes. Michael's torso was thin. His ribs could be seen just barely along the sides yet his stomach managed to be firm enough to sport a four pack. His waist however was somewhat prominent for a male. His pants rode low on his hips, low enough to spot the tantalizing V cut of his hip and waist musculature. Michael huffed and stretched his arms above his head. On his back was a pair of long trailing tribal tatoos in the vague shape of a pair of wings. Simplistic, but an obvious mark of his power. It looked like ink, clear as day on his pale skin but something about it made it subtly clear that it wasn't like any ink that anyone else had seen. When he flexed the muscles in his back the wings appeared to flex with him, expanding and folding very slightly. It was one of those things that was hard not to notice once you saw it. Michael sighed and leaned back against the chair, crossing his legs leisurely.

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Marshall turned to Amelia, and looked her straight in the eyes as that seemed to be the only expressive facial feature he could get a read from. “Thank you so much for listening to me earlier, you helped more than you realize.” He then turned to see the door open and Mike coming in on his hands and knees. While he was making up excuses for eavesdropping, Marshall suddenly found himself incredibly aware of two things, he had just admitted that he had been flirting with Mike, and just how little clothing he was currently wearing. Throw in the fact that he was still wet and he couldn’t help but blush when Mike looked at him and Amelia. Mike walked over to the pool’s edge and sat on a bench and took his shirts off. “Holy shit, he’s stripping!” Marshall’s inner monolog screamed at him, actually causing him to make a slightly audible sigh of desperation. He knew that they had a similar body structure, but when he took off the shirts he did notice a few slight differences; Marshall had a more bulky upper body with well defined pectorals and thicker arms, and while his stomach was flat and he too had the V shape, his abs were not defined as well as Mike’s. When he turned and stretched his arms, Marshall saw the beautiful wing tattoos on his back and how they moved almost on their own. “Is he flirting with me? Or am I reading too much into this?” He thought to himself. He remembered, barely, that he had one more thing he had to before he got too distracted. He walked up to Mike and sat on the bench next to him. He had the urge to put a hand on his leg, he fought it and crossed them in front of his chest instead.
“I’m sorry for making a scene back there. I don’t know what else to say about… well you know, but it’s true. I’m sorry that it embarrassed you so much.” He said as he looked down at the pool, intentionally not making eye contact so he wouldn’t have to be caught in those eyes if he was disgusted. He still didn’t know which team he played for, Marshall didn’t have much for gaydar seeing as how he never found anyone he was interested in, until now that is.

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[OOC= Another lazy post. You guys always post around my bedtime ;-;]

A lot seemed to be happening now in the pool room, the cat - who apparently was Marshall's friend, had pointed out two other people who appeared to be eavesdropping on the conversation. Amelia didn't mind the spies as she wasn't exactly talking much, but she did wonder why they had tried to listen, maybe they were friends of Marshall and the cat man? Amelia listen as the eavesdropper explained himself and then watched for a moment as he wondered off to one of the benches, fortunatley she shfted her gaze before he began undressing. Now Amelia's eyes were on Marshall's as he turned to her and spoke, she felt a little uncomfortable that he was staring her in the eyes, not many people had before, but at the same time the way he spoke and what he said made Amelia light up a little bit. She replied with, "You're welcome." after Marshall finished thanking her and twitched the corners of her mouth into a smile to show she meant it. Then Amelia glanced to the door and started heading toward it; she wanted to leave now, there were too many people in the pool room for her to feel comfortable around, especially since she had come here for meditation. Amelia's alone time had been interrupted, twice already, so instead she decided to revert to step one and try reading again. "I'm going back to my room" she said to whoever was listening, her voice echoing in the silence of the pool-room which was then followed by the creek of the door as she left and walked back to her dorm.

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Jurou couldn't help but grin at Michael as he attempted to come up with an excuse as he entered the room. He chuckled lightly "Haha thanks." He watched as Michael put his clothes down on a table nearby, oh right clothes, he forgot about those. Wait what did he just say? Oh right he was in his cat form. He could understand why many were tempted to treat him like a cat and also refrained from doing so because they knew it was really a Human in a cats body. But he didn't really mind, as long as people remembered he was Jurou and treated him the same, being petted and held, cuddled and such wasn't so bad. As long as they didn't go nuts like Utrien had before, that really shocked him. Before he could get the chance to reply Michael was already on the move.

Jurou returned to where Marshall once was and where Amelia currently was. Not for long though. Damn he didn't even get her name. "Ah- Oh okay, see ya." Jurou replied to the girl. She was rather quick to leave. She seemed like the type to prefer to be left alone, he'd have to get her name later.

The male's gaze travelled from the entrance the female had just left through, to the two guys who had now decided to remove their shirts. Well then wasn't this a sight. He wished to join them but he was simply too afraid. Too afraid of the huge amount of deep water he saw before him. His tail twitched nervously as he thought about the pool. He really didn't like this part of the school at all nope. But he didn't want anyone to know of his fear either, he had too much pride for that. Instead he simply studied the little details on the two's body's. Wait was that a bloody tattoo?! Even Jurou didn't have a tattoo and he was pretty sure he was older than Michael, he didn't seem like the type to get a tattoo. It was a rather nice tattoo too, wait did it just... move? His eyes squinted slightly in disbelief before he realised it certainly did move with Michael's muscles. How intriguing. He wanted a closer look, wanted to touch it, ask him if it really was a tattoo or something else. What else could it be though? Well now Marshall was talking to him and he was sitting on the other side of the pool watching them like a seed, perhaps he should join them. Yes that would be nice after everything that had happened.

Casually the feline made it's way to Marshall and Michael, making sure to walk as far away from the pool as possible. He jumped up onto the bench on the other free side of Michael and simply listened for a moment, then decided to speak. "I must admit I didn't expect you both to have such refined body's." He was tempted to shift there and then simply to show off, he was that kind of guy, but he refrained from doing so, remembering he would be naked and well not everyone was quite comfortable with that, he might get in trouble. "Also Michael, about what you said earlier, what's stopping you from doing that to me when I'm not a cat?" He said that rather casually, like it was normal, every day conversation. But he was most certainly playing around, teasing the guy, he liked the way he reacted to different things and words, it amused him. Although the thought of Michael stealing him and taking him to his room was most thrilling. Hm perhaps he was thinking too much about this now. "Also, me and Marshall are all good now, we both admitted to being idiots and apologised." He then paused, thought for a moment "but you already knew that didn't you Mister eavesdropper haha!" Jurou chuckled, pawing at Michael's arm. It was hard to do Human things in a cat's body.

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Water dripped from Amelia's hair and swimsuit as she quietly made her way back to the dorms. The decisions of taking a shower once she got there was forced into her mind before she could even contemplate it; she hated the smell of chlorine. Eventually Amelia made it back before the smell became too harsh, which she was thankful for, and closed the door behind her. Once alone in the room Amelia dropped the towel she had wrapped around herself and kicked off her sandals before then folding the towel, placing it on the end of her bed and then straightening the sandals on top, making them look just as they had in the pool room. After discovering thee ensuite, Amelia gratefully stripped from her swimsuit, folded it up and then stepped into the steaming hot stream of water.

Once emerging from the steam the shower brought once Amelia had shut off the hot water and allowed the cool air to flow in once she opened the door. Now scrubbed, varnished and all over clean and rid of the horrid chlorine smell, Amelia was finally at least feeling better than she had; wet and crowded in that pool room. Now she could dry herself, dress and curl up to read her book in silence and privacy, just how she liked it.

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"Wha-? Crap of course. H-hey woah!" Michael slipped into their room. So much was going on in that one day he really hadn't expected to get to see both of them get changed in such quick succession. Michael was not complaining though. He snuck a look right on and couldn't help but allow himself to stare then. He bit his lip, hard then his breath catching in his chest as he momentarily forgot he was carrying things. His shirts slipped from his shoulder and he bent to pick them up, using that opportunity to adjust himself in his jeans. When Marshall came out Michael opened his mouth to say something but it seemed they where going on to the next area of the building in no time. Michael did try and sneak more looks however. His first assumption about Marshall had been completely wrong and it stunned Michael incredibly. He'd taken him for the strong and silent top dog who swooped in from the feels and took claim over the heart like a lion keeping it's den. 'But dat ass... No. No no no there was no way with that ass that Marshall could be a giver....how the hell did I not see this coming?'

Michael blinked, lost in his thoughts. His gaydar seemed to be rather broken around those two. They threw him off for a loop. But they both where damned hot he would without a doubt have them both in bed immediately should the suggestion ever arise for some reason but he was pretty sure they would find something to argue about in the process.

"wait.. what are we gonna do with that? We're not taking it with us are we...?"

Michael sighed. "Well come on you don't expect me to just leave her in the hallway do you? There's a dog out here somewhere. Poor thing would die of stress. I promise you can rub your scent on me again when she's done if it makes you happy." Michael stuck out his tongue at him. "Alright if it truly bothers you so much I'll put her in my room."

Along the way to the courtyard Michael stopped at his room, not realizing that anyone else might be in there at all he opened the door and walked in, stopping short at the sight of Amelia. "Ah......Hi."

He hesitated then smiled after glancing back out the door where Marshall and Jurou where no doubt. "I'm Michael. I guess I'm your roomate. Um.....I found....this cat by the pools and so I'm leaving it here in the room, is that ok? Just until we find her owner, Jurou doesn't play well with other cats. You don't have to do anything for it I'll worry about it. In fact.....would you like to join us? We're going down to the court. I'm going to show them how my powers work and stuff like that, generally just chill."

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What are we going to do with that' Bella hissed at hearing herself be called a 'that'. She was too distracted by the attention to really do anything about their nakedness, none the less, Bella turned her attention to the nicer boy, and couldn't help but purr in the guys arms, she even gave him a little lick when he put her down on his bed, she swished her tail in the air a few times, and laid down on his bed, and began to clean herself, purring as she licked her toes and laid on her back, her head upside down, her neck exposed.I guess I can stay here until I have a room assigned' she thought to herself, as she fell asleep, the little bit of sunlight streaming in through the window.

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