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Reed Adams

"It's easier to ask forgiveness rather than permission."

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a character in “The Special Ones”, as played by Zoey26123



"It's easier to ask forgiveness than to ask permission."
18 || Male || Gravity Manipulation || Twin Brother - Galen

Full Name:
Reed Lewis Adams

Meaning of Name:
Well red || Clearing

None consistently



Date of Birth:
January 17th

Zodiac Sign:

Pacific Palisades, California

People Like Us || Kelly Clarkson


The ability to change the direction which gravity or space pulls objects based on contact.

Must be calm and in relaxed state or a state of focus.
Must be in contact with other objects to manipulate their gravity.

Allows Reed to walk up any surface as if it was the floor. He can walk on the ceilings of rooms as well as walls. Any surface can be a floor to him.

Wall Running || Wall Crawling || Gravity Negation/Sudden Gravity change (More Advanced || New skill) || Transfer of Gravitational Pull through contact

Must be relaxed and calm or very focused leaving him open to attacks. Reese has only ever transferred gravitational changes to his brother so he doesn't know how many people he can manipulate gravitationally yet.

Because We Can || Bon Jovi


Sexual Orientation:

Relationship Status:

Sexually Active? || Virgin?
No || No

Relationship History:
Reese has had many relationships since his sophomore year, but doesn't get serious with anyone. He wants to, he's interested in getting serious, but he knows he can't let someone too close because of his powers and his need to take care of Galen. Reese has had one serious relationship that he was forced to end rather abruptly when his first adoptive father went crazy on him and Galen.

Coming Back || Dean Ray


Height || Weight
6’1” || 156 lbs.

Body Build:
Athletic || Lean

Eye Colour || Glasses or Contacts?
Honey brownish gold || Neither

Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned

Distinguishing marks:
Jagged scar on left lower abdomen from bullet wound.

Hair Colour || Hair Type || Hairstyle
Golden brown || Straight || Swept up out of eyes

Physical disabilities:

Comfortable, used, affordable clothes that are from nice brand names

Tattoos and Piercings

Overall Attractiveness:
Very attractive

Bent || Matchbox 20

Mental or Behavioural Disabilities:
Slight level of ADHD

{Energetic || Cunning || Brave || Scared || Dreamer}
Reed is an energetic individual who never seems to lack energy even when he is about to pass out. He must have the last word constantly and will make sure it happens, even if it is not the best idea. He has been called hot headed as he can get frustrated and mad quickly when he is provoked enough. He can be a great friend, but a fearful enemy.

Reed is cunning and clever. He has a comeback for everything and knows how to work people and those around him. He is not manipulative to the point of forcing people to do things against their will, but he will say things to get what he wants when it comes to food and or candy. He would do anything for food or candy. He loves food and candy.

Reed is brave and will do what he wants when he wants to with little fear of what will happen to him. However, he is scared of loosing his brother and or hurting someone badly. He cannot stand the idea that he killed his mother and hates the hatred aimed at him and his brother, yet he tries to keep his head held high in the meantime.

Reed is a dreamer and likes to hope that one day, he and his brother can live happily without people being mean to them. He hopes a lot in everything and often can get hurt or disappointed when he is let down because something doesn't go as planned, though he has a good enough grasp on his emotions to keep them from going extreme or showing what he really, really feels.

Galen || He doesn’t fear galen so much as he fears losing Galen. He knows his brother relies heavily on him and can’t stand the thought of not being there for his brother.
Falling || Reed fears letting his power go when he needs it and falling on his head or something.
Poor || Reed has lived homeless and poor before, he doesn’t want to do it again and fears that this man they’re staying with may only be allowing him and Galen to stay temporarily.

Live Like We're Dying || Kris Allen


Running || Reading || Galen || Studying || Family || Food || Sleeping || Camping || Stars || Nice Houses || School || Surfing || Beach || Being tan || Music || Writing || Helping Galen || Helping others || Making Money || Volunteering || Hanging out || Rain || Photography

Walking || Sleeping in Rain || Freezing temperatures || Excess Homework || Pointless Homework || Computer Required homework || Being Frugal || Having little money || Not having a car || Being Homeless || Death || Car Accidents || Idiots || Hunters

Favorite Colour || Least Favorite Color
Orange || Yellow

Favourite Music || Least Favorite Music
Rock || Rap

Favorite Food || Least Favorite Food
Pizza || Thai

Favorite Literature || Least Favorite Literature
The Hobbit || Flatland

Favorite Form of Entertainment:

Most Prized Possession:
Tattered copy of The Hobbit book

Feels Like Tonight || Daughtry

Running || A cheap and easy way to exercise, Reed ran often so he could stay in shape but at the same time not spend a dime.
Reading || Reed reads often and loves it. He doesn’t let others know he reads a lot because it is considered nerdy sometimes, but Reed reads a lot so he can learn since that is also one of his favorite things to do.
Photography || Reed has always loved taking pictures. When he was poor, he'd buy disposable cameras to use. Now, his second adoptive father has given him the opportunity to purchase his own camera with his money that he uses often.

Studying || Reed doesn’t want anyone to know that he studies and tries hard in school. He also doesn’t want people to know he learns new things for fun. Reed reads and studies better when he’s upside down. He can often found in his room on the ceiling reading.
Acts || Reed acts like an extrovert who loves nothing but fun when in reality, he is nerdy on the inside and compassionate like his brother. He doesn't pity his brother, but he wants to make his brother special in a way that doesn't involve his disability and Reed acts the way he wants to be, but knows he isn't truly.

Studying || First Adoptive Father || Being Poor || Hasn’t had Alcohol Before || His adoptive father is not his legal guardian yet

Plays a musical instrument? || Plays a sport?
He has begun learning guitar. || Track & Surfs

Spending habits:
Very frugal, spends very little and only when he absolutely needs to

Smokes || Drinks || Other Drugs
No || No || None

A Drop in the Ocean || Don Pope



Reed grew up with his brother Galen in a small town in southern California to a poor single mother. Overwhelmed with twins, their mother tried her best to raise them but had little money and little education. Their mother was eighteen at the time of their birth and had been kicked out of her own home by her parents for not waiting until after college.

When the twins were seven, they were in an accident on the local transportation bus that led to Galen’s eyes failing him. The event changed much of both brothers’ lives.

Reed grew up the problem child between him and his brother. The two got along well and worked well together considering without Reed’s help, Galen was stuck. Reed guided his brother around town when they walked to school and helped him do homework by reading to him since their mother worked three jobs in order to pay for their small apartment. Reed and Galen got by in school and did their best, while on the outside, they often went to the beach to swim and play.

When they turned twelve, their abilities began to appear. Galen began “seeing” things while Reed found that when he tried to climb trees, it only took a little effort to walk up it. Both were confused and nervous but their mother assured them it was alright though she had no idea what was happening, not knowing anything about the superhuman abilities.

When Reed was sixteen, he and Galen both got two jobs along with school to help their mother with the expenses that came with growing boys. Both worked long, hard hours, rarely seeing their mother and sometimes not even seeing each other. Because of Galen’s disability, if Reed wasn’t around, Galen struggled unless he had what his job requirements were memorized.

The boys were devastated when their mother was killed when she was hit by a car. The two were taken in by a nearby foster father who was very wealthy. Unbeknownst to them, the foster father was a hunter of super humans and upon discovering Galen’s ability to function like he had sight, guessed the boys’ secrets and attempted to carry out his job faithfully. Reed managed to help Galen and himself escape though both were injured in the process.

Later that same year, they were taken in by another man who found them staying in the homeless shelter two towns away from their hometown. The man was a supernatural himself, gifted with the ability to heal and had made a fortune by acting as a miracle doctor by the name of Lucas Clyde. He managed to convince the boys to come stay with him where he helped them recuperate from their still healing injuries as well as help them control their abilities and learn how to use them.

Geronimo || Sheppard


Childhood Hero or Idol:
Larry Page & Sergey Brin

Dream Job

Beginning Senior year of high school

Previously very poor || Currently very wealthy

Currently Living With?:
Lucas Clyde || Second adoptive father]

Waiter || Sales Associate
(Before getting found but his second adoptive father)

Currently Very Wealthy

Large tudor home with three extra bedrooms (two of which are taken up by the twins)

Used jeep previously owned by their adoptive father

Family member name || Relation || Relationship || Status
Lisa Adams || Mother || Close || Deceased

Family member name || Relation || Relationship || Status
Galen Adams || Brother || Inseparable || Alive

Geronimo || Sheppard

Hex Colour:

Eastern Standard Time


So begins...

Reed Adams's Story




T H E x S P E E D x D E M O N

{ Thursday, January 1st, 12:00am, 2015 || Outfit [x] || Location: His dorm }


Samuel had a ton of texts to respond to. They just came out of nowhere. Right on the hour. Some were from people he didn't even know existed in this academy. Ding after ding after ding. Almost all of them read the same thing, 'Happy New Year.' He groaned. A few less hours of sleep it was. It wasn't like he was going to get some anyway. People were screaming and causing havoc from all the other dorms. He heard the strong and loud footsteps from people sprinting down the halls. He sat up and yawned, stretching out his arm until a crack was heard. He quickly put on a pear of slippers and got up from his bed. "That's just great. Isn't it?" At least his sister wasn't around, she was hanging out with her own friends for a new year's eve party, probably at a club or the mall or something. He couldn't care less at the moment. He went to run his fingers through his hair, but he had almost the memory that he had a haircut just a day or two earlier slip his mind. He opened the door, looking down the hall, to see what all the ruckus was about. It was just some people running around in a group screaming. New Year makes people crazy sometimes. Well, so does alcohol. He would be partying but he needed some sleep from when he attempted to run around the continent without stopping. Let's just say he was unsuccessful. Samuel walked back inside his dorm and slammed the door behind him. He crashed face first on the bed. He pulled out his phone and immediately text Reed and Galen.

[To: Testicle 1# and 2#]
[What are you two dick wads doing? Hope you are drinking responsibly. xD]
[I know you don't drink. Anyway. Text me back as soon as humanly possible. Or there will be consequences. Muwhahaha.]

Samuel put his phone away in his pocket and glanced at his sleepy little kitten, Millie, for about ten seconds before being interrupted by another round of screaming. "Shut the fuck up for god's sake." He mumbled to himself quietly before sighing and rolling over in his bed. A few more hours of these annoying little shits would drive him towards insanity.


”Ladies and gentleman, I bid you all adieu. It was a marvelous party and I love you all and I know you all love me, but I must go, for even those who seem invincible must sleep. Adieu, adieu, and goodnight unto all of you,” Reed shouted over the temporarily silenced crowd crashing in one of the most popular kid’s rooms. Everyone cheered and Galen just smiled up at his brother before dragging him off the table he had stood on. He plucked the punch his brother attempted to drink from his hand, only then realizing his brother was drinking the spiked punch and still didn’t even know it.

He paused slightly as he felt a strong grip from Reed and realized, his brother had merely pretended to drink the punch, knowing it had been spiked and for the very reason, only pretending. He forgot how often his brother rarely missed things even though he couldn’t see it all.

Galen dragged Reed out the door, allowing his brother to pretend he was slightly drunk. As soon as the door closed behind him, Reed stood up calmly and brushed off his shirt before taking out his phone. ”Dude, you got a text,” Galen stated simply. He had seen it buzz in Reed’s pocket. Reed merely nodded, having felt it while Galen had watched it.

”From Samuel. Wants to know what we’re doing. What are we doing?” Galen asked as he paused slightly to wait for a response from his brother. Galen considered the question before shrugging. ”Sleeping?” Galen asked his brother, to see if he approved of the excuse.

Reed considered it then shrugged. He looked down at his phone and spoke aloud as he texted, ”We are plotting on what to tell you in response to your question. Dude, it’s New Years. What else would we be doing? Heading to bed now actually,” Reed responded. Galen rolled his eyes behind his glasses as he tugged at his long sleeved t-shirt for no real reason other than habit.

”You didn’t say we were sleeping did you?” Galen asked critically. Reed smiled and shook his head. ”Nope,” He said simply before the two began walking again.

Galen and Reed had to go down a few flights to get to their room on the second story. Galen opened the door to their room but looked back at Reed as he paused. ”What’s up?” He asks curious. Reed shrugs, digging the toe of his boot into the carpeted flooring. ”I think I’m going to get some fresh air… That place was so full of everything but oxygen, I need to get some properly,” Reed stated. Galen nodded, knowing his brother needed some space form time to time. He only did this when Galen and Reed were going back to their room so he would know where Galen was and that he would be safe and alright by himself.

Galen reached into their room, tossing Reed his coat before going in and laying down. He left the door open as he plugged in his earbuds and randomly pressed buttons on his iPod before music began to play.

Reed slipped his arms into his light jacket as he walked down the last flight of stairs and out onto a little patio that was outside the doors to the dormitory. He sighed softly. He hated leaving his brother, but he wanted to get fresh air. It was another year. One where he felt he was screwing up everywhere he turned and where he couldn’t protect anyone he loved or cared about much less provide for them or make them happy. His most recent girlfriend had broken up with him a week ago and he was still sore over it, upset that it had only been a relationship because she was interested in sleeping with him.

Reed sat in a chair that was on the patio, looking up at the stars and sighing. He ran a hand through his hair. The California air was cool, but not cold. It was winter, but it was still Cali. Reed thought about his life. It was pretty screwed up so far. There was a few positive moments, like meeting that girl Aislinn Mae. She had been so pretty and down to earth. Then she was gone from his life as if she was never even in it. He sighed again. He hated when he did this, self loathing. It was frustrating. People normally thought it was Galen who did the self loathing, but Galen was so chill and… Reed was careful with his thoughts so his brother didn’t hear them.

Galen heard someone behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see who it was, surprised to see the person before him. He was sure his surprise was written on his face as he stood.




T H E x S P E E D x D E M O N

{ Thursday, January 1st, 12:09am, 2015 || Outfit [x] || Location: His dorm }


Samuel had finally come to the conclusion that he wasn't going to get anymore sleep that he had already gotten this particularly loud and chaos filled night. He pulled his phone out of his pocket when another ding came from it. He hoped it wasn't one of those dreaded 'happy new year' texts and that either Gale or Reed had responded to his text. His assumption wasn't wrong.

[From: Reed]
[We are plotting on what to tell you in response to your question. Dude, it’s New Years. What else would we be doing? Heading to bed now actually]

[To: Reed]
[How exravagant of you and without the sarcasm this time, convenient. You won't get any sleep at this rate. Trust me, I tried. I've had at least two guys come in here thinking this is their place. So, anyway, who wants to come over and play video games with a sleep deprived young man?]

As soon as he sent that text, Elizabeth Avyanna burst in. Oh, not now, he thought while sighing. "Seriously?!"

[To: Reed]
[Make that three. Ella Avyanna just stepped in to the ring. Take your time. This may be a while.]

"Calm the hell down, Ella, you'll wake up poor little Millie." The small kitten nearly awakened, but it merely shifted it's head. "Sir Samuel, I sent you this invite last week!! You promised you’d be there." Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, sighing. "If you mean a week ago as in three hours ago. You would be right. Besides, I'm tired. You were there when I tried to run around the whole of North America. It took me hours. Well, that's including breaks. And anyway, I didn't promise you anything. I said I'll go if I get bored. I am pretty bored but, still, I need sleep. You must be much more than drunk, huh." He couldn't help but laugh at Ella's current mannerisms. It looked as if she could barely keep balance on her own. Like she would collapse if she made a slight movement. He felt like inconspicuously bumping into her just to see what would happen. "Scooch over." He did as she said. "Ooh man, I am so fucking drunk." Sam chuckled, "I noticed." He chuckled again at the next comment she had made, "Look! My arms are changing into different shades." She was a wackjob when she was drunk. "Yeah... I can totally see it."

"So, Happy New Year." Sam looked her. "Happy New Year." He smiled. "Oh, and one more thing. Stop sending me texts."

Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times.
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Run ▮ Bring Me The Horizon
Power To Progress ▮ Darren and Stephen Loveday

"Happy new year!"

The words echoed through Ash's dorm room walls as the party next door hit a new level of loud. She could feel the thumping beat through the floorboards, and through the air. It vibrated throughout her being, but Ash was glad she wasn't a part of it. As much as Ash wasn't a party type of girl, Ash wouldn't have minded going to the party - but she felt it was more polite to wait for her best friend and give her a quieter welcome - one she would prefer. It could be quite uncomfortable for both Gisele, Blair, and Ash to be around loud noises - Ash and Blair could detect the vibrations, and Gisele could hear minds. It gave Ash a headache just thinking about it, let alone being a part of it. Kat, luckily, didn't have a problem with noise, but then again, Kat was just awesome in general. Ash had to admit, sometimes she was jealous of Kat's ability to not get headaches caused by powers.

Then again, there was the issue of boys, too. Ash was, admittedly, saving herself for someone, but she was losing hope of ever seeing him again. As much as she'd vowed to never forget his face, it was slipping from her. She could remember his eye colour perfectly; Ash held onto this knowledge tightly, in fear of forgetting. She couldn't forget the boy who saved her from drowning a second time.

Snowball squealed in his cage just as something - or, more likely, someone - thumped against the adjoining wall. Ash sighed, sitting up on her bed, before getting up and walking around to his cage, scooping the small rabbit up, and resuming her place on the bed, cross-legged with the animal on her lap. She stroked him, making soothing noises to the ball of fluff, trying to calm her pet down. The screaming next door began again, and Ash clamped her hands over her ears while the small rabbit burrowed it's head into her lap. "Oh my god....
" She groaned to herself, resisting the urge to flop backwards on the bed and pull the pillow over her head. "I am never going to get any sleep tonight." She told the rabbit, before picking him up and placing him back in his run with a treat ball. She was sorry she couldn't do anything else for the creature, but she was hoping he would curl up in his nest and fall asleep.

Aislinn was shocked out of her thought trail by the sound of a car alarm. She was surprised she could hear it, but she headed over to the window, opening it as wide as she could. She shivered as she realized how cool it was outside. Ash had been in California for just over a year now, but the milder seasons always caught her by surprise. Back in England, everyone assumed that California was hot 24/7. However, this was definitely not the case, and Ash caught herself rubbing at the goosebumps appearing on her arms. She threw on a cardigan quickly, before hurrying back over to the window, and sitting down.


Ash's phone decided to receive a text just as she sat down. Sighing in frustration, Aislinn pulled herself off the window seat and grabbed her phone from the charging point on her nightstand, before typing in her code and flopping down onto her bed. She opened up her messages to see that she'd received a message from Mei. Sighing once more, she typed a quick reply.

Hey, I'm in my room at the moment. It's so loud.

She hit send on the phone and plugged it in, just as someone opened the door. Ash jumped, expecting it to be some drunken idiot stumbling in by accident, but to her pleasant surprise, it was Gisele. Ash squealed in delight, leaping off the bed in delight, before she noticed her best friend sink to the ground. "Are you okay? Rough journey?" She asked softly, sitting down next to her. She didn't want to push her, but wanted to make sure she was okay. The French girl had been there for her since Ash had arrived, and Ash reciprocated it towards her. She just wanted to make sure her friend was okay, catch up, and get to sleep.

What more could a girl want?

#, as written by Layla

      [ song; lonely ] [ outfit; the immutable cold ]

      XXXSynthia did not allow her body to react to Landon's proximity. She remained ineffably still, her face deadpan as she flicked her gaze to his. She gave him a look of severe boredom, blinking lazily as if his very presence tired her.
      XXX"Isn't it obvious that you're the only one for me?" Landon said quietly, before launching into his seductive spiel, with a casual insult regarding the state of her cold, cold heart thrown in the midst.
      XXX"Charmed," she said simply in response, having slipped on her black stockings in the time. She did not allow herself to feel unease at Spencer's presence in the corner of her vision. Spencer likely found some strange glee in Landon's flirtations with another. Synthia would never claim to understand the girl she lived with. Spencer rendered the average human a simple equation: a mere string of additions, discrete geometries and logarithms that might be solved with a few brisk calculations.
      XXX"I love it when you play hard to get. I enjoy the chase!" said Landon. Synthia arched a brow.
      XXX"I am quite certain that is exactly what Greg Broussard told Halle Berry shortly before she filed a restraining order against him."
      XXX"See this, is all flesh," Landon murmured, his hands stroking his chest as if that might inspire a ravenous hunger in the technician. She allowed for a small yawn. "Pure, non-hackable flesh. If you wanna know its secrets you gotta explore it yourself."
      XXXShe gave a sagely nod, head quirked as if considering his proposal.
      XXX"Of course," she agreed. "Were you suggesting a computer tomography scan or an MRI? A magnetic resonance imaging test might similarly unveil the mysteries of your 'non-hackable flesh.'" She leaned against her closet, arms crossed leisurely over her chest, and though he was taller than her, she seemed to stare down at him with an upturned nose. "But really I had merely planned for an autopsy."
      XXXShe ignored Landon's gaze as it travelled lower down her body. "That's mean," he whispered, eyes dark as his lashes cast long shadows along his cheekbones. She stilled her breath to halt the exhalation that threatened her lungs when Landon eased away from her.
      XXX"So Spence," he called out. "Did the Terminator over here give you a New Year's kiss?"
      XXX"I really prefer the term Skynet," she said drily.
      XXXAs if she'd summoned him, the person who'd given her the nickname years prior leapt into the forefront of her consciousness. She saw the text as if it were superimposed over Landon's chest, where her eyes were almost level.

      [ From: Hulking Brute ]
      Hows third wheeling going? They there right? Does the damsel need rescue? Wanna do something?

      XXXSynthia considered it. She could stay here and witness two adolescents leap into a bed of sexual sin or she could brave the bulk of Christopher Flynn. There was her lab, of course, but there was frankly little that could be done when new year fireworks and its drunken escapades saturated her mind.

      [ To: Hulking Brute ]

      XXXIt took a bat of her lashes to launch the message onto the network. It was assumed that he would either come to retrieve her or reveal his own coordinates. That she'd bothered to articulate four alphabets at all instead of her usual, "k," indicated that she was particularly amiable today, or so disgusted by Spencer and Landon that even Chris seemed appealing in comparison.
      XXXOf all the people in the Academy, Chris was likely the one who understood her most, having known her for the longest apart from the Adams twins, half of whom loathed her more than the sum of every person he disliked combined. It was hard to believe they'd ever held a tentative truce.
      XXX"You know," Spencer purred, returning Synthia to the room. "She actually hasn't and that really hurts my feelings, sweetheart. I think you should plant one on me to make this year truly great."
      XXXSuddenly, Spencer jerked upright. Synthia caught sight of the young, dark-haired boy then. It unnerved her to think she hadn't seen him. He disappeared like smoke.
      XXXSynthia was almost sorry to see her coffee boy go when Spencer's hand fluttered to Synthia's thigh. The girl's hand felt impossibly warm, her fingertips soft and her pupils dilated as she stared at Synthia with a scorching intensity. The cyberkinetic's lips pressed into a disapproving line.
      XXX"My apologies, 'sweetheart'. I am afraid we must disunite to leave room for the Holy Spirit." Synthia performed the sign of the cross and lifted a hand to ward off any further advances. She took a step away from her roommate, allowing her roommate's arm to fall away. "Honestly, Spencer. What would Jesus say?"
      XXXSynthia was not remotely religious, but it seemed as good an excuse as any to be celibate. She eased towards the door and slipped out before the two could do anything else. She pressed her cold palms against burning cheeks as she sped down the hallway. It was worse when they paid her heed than when they did not. She almost missed the days when Landon's presence garnered her merely a pointed look from her roommate to vacate the premises. Time had transformed that stare into something else. Into an invitation.
      XXXAgain, nauseating.
      XXXThe cool night air breathed some of the unease from her lungs. She sent Chris her coordinates with a flick of her consciousness, as she strolled past trees hunched over her like gnarled fingers of the elderly. Fragments of Autumn leaves ghosted the ground as the last of those who held on, let go.
      XXXShe wondered if the trees cared at all that its leaves would plummet into the unknown, only to be trampled by careless boots. The justice was that humans did not fall like leaves or snow or rain. They did not unravel beautifully and their collapse was not a thing to be marvelled. They were all the same beneath the thin layers of skin that disguised them: frail and hideous.
      XXXSynthia saw the earth's carcass. She saw smoke uncoil from hundreds, thousands and millions of snarled factories, each one a smudge of dirt on her skin. She felt their machines turn and spit. She heard the cars yell, lurching and stopping in New Year's traffic. She saw the statistics as if the ocean were devouring her now.
      XXXHow ironic it was that she could control them all. That she loathed humanity for its indelible stain, but wielded the very power that would one day destroy the earth as it was presently known. How ironic, that when she'd raced through the Australian desert as a child, barefooted and weightless with her grandfather by her side, she'd promised to do better. He'd told her of the earth's sacred stories and her people's oath to protect it, and she'd condemned the people who made the machines. How ironic, that she'd become their Queen.
      XXXSynthia noticed she was shaking then and that she'd stopped. She loathed the cold, and suddenly leaving seemed a bad idea. But she hadn't been able to tolerate the tension that permeated the room she'd vacated, the spoken demands that she neither wished nor could provide. She clutched her sweater to her and turned her head towards the light, for where there was light, there was warmth. Synthia's eyes fell upon a familiar figure seated on the illuminated patio. Reed Adams.
      XXXShe turned away.

#, as written by CutUp
Chris sighed when he phone dinged several times signaling that he got a couple texts. It's so annoying to respond to texts without frying the damn thing. Why can't Synth make something for him that can actually handle his power? Well, she might have if he hadn't ruined so many of her projects.
[To: Ella]
[Srry gonna hang with synth. Have fun.]

Once he replied back, and got a reply from Synth he quickly changed out of his workout clothes, and into a comfy pair of jeans. He threw on his jacket, and was out the door before long, heading to where Synth wanted to meet up at.

While it could have been a quick jolt for him to get there, but Shazaming his way around wasn't the best idea, especially to somewhere with ample amounts of things that catch on fire. It is a rather messy process. Makes him jealous of Leo's smoke teleporting thing, and Sam's speed. He wished he had something easier to control, and didn't have to feel like he was stepping on eggshells every time he touched something electrical. It was a pain. He's eighteen, his cellphone should be permanently glued to his hand, but instead he barely uses it.

Though he supposes it could be worse. He could have something that prevented him from having absolutely any human contact. Being a walking nuclear reactor, or something like that would be pretty bad. It's all about perspective. Once he got to where she told him to meet her she wasn't around. Of course. But that wasn't a problem. He knew exactly where she was. His electroreception ability allowed him to sense where she was. For most people he can't track down their individual bioelectric field, but Synth isn't like most people. Her's has a more intense look to him. He's not quite sure why. Maybe it was her connection to machines, or how in some parts her powers are somewhat similar to his in that she can absorb electricity from machines.

He soon came upon Synth, and one of the Adam twins. Reed if he wasn't mistaken. It caused him to raise a slight eyebrow. He didn't think she liked them for whatever reason. Though that could be that Synth doesn't like most people. "Hey, there you are." He greeted her with a slight smile. He looked over at Reed, and gave him a friendly nod. "Reed right? How's it going?" He asked being polite.

He turned to face Synth with an amused grin. He had been working on what to say to her since she sent him a text with a complete word. "I was kinda worried from getting a complete word. Was it that bad?" He asked followed by a slight chuckle. "God help us all on the day you decide to send a complete sentence. It'd probably be a sign of the Apocalypse." He smirked. He looked between them both, and made a clicking sound with his mouth. It felt rather tense, and awkward. "Soooo, this feels super awkward. Am I missing something?"

#, as written by Layla

      [ song; ne me quitte pas ] [ outfit; the immutable cold ]

      XXXShe remembered when they were good.
      XXXIt felt a lifetime ago, one lived by some children, somewhere. She was a spectator flipping through the pages of a book over and over, until its pages were so worn they tumbled from the spine.
      XXXDoe-eyed and little-exposed, she'd arrived in Southern California at the age of seven, half a world removed from where she'd been. America was not like the Australian country, where she'd once believed her small town of Wangaratta was all the world held. It had seemed infinite then.
      XXXThe teacher had assigned her to sit beside one of the Adams twins on her first day and he'd become the first person she'd noticed as a consequence. She still wasn't entirely sure which twin it had been. She hadn't asked, and if he'd said, she hadn't remembered.
      XXXShe'd liked them in the years before they'd changed. Especially Galen. But that was before the weight of expectations swallowed them whole and left paper skins in their wake.
      XXXTheir mother's death set the first bar in her iron cage. Synthia's grief had made her reckless as she scoured through countless CCTV footages, police reports, pedestrian proclamations and car plate numbers with scarcely a care for caution. Anything to find the person who'd killed Lisa, the woman who'd filled the vacancy her own mother had left when she'd departed.
      XXXShe hadn't known Lisa was the mother of the Adams twins then. It was not until she'd searched through the files that she knew and by then it had been too late. Synthia would have protected the twins, if only for Lisa, but the U.S. government did not take the hacking of its documents very well at all.
      XXXIt had been at the age of 16, on the run from the federal government and its intelligence agencies, that Synthia met Chris.
      XXXHe'd been fleeing too. And perhaps there was a bond unlike any other between allies in a fight for survival, one as immutable as it was strange. Though she was slow to trust, she'd found solace in Chris' companionship, if only because it made her think she did not that have to fight alone.
      XXXThat she would never need to be alone again.
      XXXThose months on the road had been the best times of her life. She would never admit it, for Chris' ego was a fragile thing. One wrong nudge and it would inflate in improbable proportions and explode. But it was true. She'd loved those months. There was a wild freedom in having no home and nothing to anchor you, a rare ecstasy in being removed from the laws of the sovereign. Those months had overflowed with starlit nights camping beneath the nook of trees; empty walls and no halls, just the stretch of a long road and silly conversations to pass time.
      XXXSometimes she wished the Academy had never found them.
      XXX"Hey, there you are," came a familiar voice. It was clear and resonated despite the open space. She heard his footsteps before she saw him. He walked with a certain beat, a kind of quick-quick-slow-quick step that she'd come to associate with his impending arrival. And he walked like a mountain bear. Graceless and loud.
      XXXHis teeth gleamed pearl-white and perfectly straight in the darkness when he grinned. Chris smiled with his entire body, chest lifting and eyes crinkling in a way that made lesser girls weak to their knees. Synthia had seen many fall victim to his charms in her time.
      XXX"I was kinda worried from getting a complete word. Was it that bad? God help us all on the day you decide to send a complete sentence. It'd probably be a sign of the Apocalypse," said Chris.
      XXXHumour threatened the corners of her lips as they twitched into a an approximation of a smile. A dimple that few were privy too emerged in her left cheek when she beamed. Her entire face seemed to soften, the hard lines of her stern brows relaxing and her eyes relaxing where it was usually narrowed in disapproval. Chris was one of the few people who could make the Robot smile. She seemed to have a particular love of his jokes concerning her future intent of world domination.
      XXX"Fret not. I will be sure to preserve you as my indentured slave when I raze the rest of the world and its inhabitants into the ground," she said sweetly.
      XXX"Soooo, this feels super awkward. Am I missing something?" Chris asked uncomfortably. Synthia arched a brow.
      XXX"Only our sexual tension," she responded. "Gosh, Chris. Could you not?"
      XXXShe walked without waiting for him to follow, crossing her arms over her chest to ward off some of the cold. "Let's go somewhere indoors," she said. "It's freezing." She gave him a pointed look.
      XXX"And you did not even think to bring me a blanket or coat for warmth." Synthia shook her head. "Unbelievable. It is no surprise that you're still single," she sighed. [color=#779F6D]"There, there," she said, lifting her arm to pat his head in a manner she hoped was condescending. "I am sure someone will take you when I eliminate two thirds of the world's male population. But don't get your hopes up."

#, as written by CutUp
"Why do I get the feeling that me being your slave would mean me being hooked up to some generator to power your floating castle of oppression or whatever?" He replied with a smirk, and a slight chuckle. He raised a slight eyebrow at Synth's answer to his awkward question. He knew her well enough to know when something was really bothering her. But he wasn't going to press her on it or anything, especially in front of Reed. He figured if it was important she would tell him. "Well my apologizes. I'm just getting tired of being teased." He chuckled.

As Synth left Chris turned to face Reed. "Well uh.....see ya later man." he rubbed the back of his head, and gave the guy a small awkward wave goodbye. Ugh, it was always so awkward, and uncomfortable to be left behind by Synth's bitchiness, and deal with the fall out. Though he hoped in that brief moment of time before he got there Synth didn't say something too awful to the guy. Sometimes it feels like his only job is putting out fires that she starts. "Hey Brainiac wait up!" He called out as he caught up to her.

He merely laughed at her condescending attitude. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of your intact hymen." He smirked at her comment about being single. Like she had any room to talk. Chris took off his jacket, and sighed. "Don't ever say I'm not a gentleman." He stated as he draped his jacket over her shoulders. "I hope you can appreciate the irony that YOU can't handle the cold. Wuss." He smirked. "We've dealt with waaaaayyyyyyy colder nights than this before." He pointed out. It was so much colder than this during the nights back in Massachusetts, and the east coast.

He walked forward a bit ahead of him, and turned around to face her as he walked backwards. "So how bad was it huh? The two love birds together?" He asked with another chuckle, laughing at the fact she had to deal with them instead of him. "Look on the bright least they screw around in your room instead of mine." He pointed out with a charming, full of himself smile. "Oh, I guess I should have said look on the bright side for me. It's all pretty dandy for me." He then let out a snobbish chuckle at how she had to suffer.

"So what do you wanna do? I wasn't really doing anything, just reading Dune. God I love Alia, she's such a crazy bitch." He stated as they neared the building. "And before that I was working out. My shirt was on for your information, so get your mind out of the gutter." As they approached the building he turned back around, and held the door open for her like the gentleman he was. "She? Perfect gentleman!" He exclaimed with his voice being rather loud, and thunderous(pun kind of intended).

"Oh! And for the record I could totally get a girlfriend, or bang buddy, or whatever if I wanted. I just couldn't stand leaving you alone with your Ultron, and Skynet, and whatever other evil robots you build." He pointed out as he playfully poked the tip of her nose, and made a 'boop' sound. "I could just go shirtless all the time. But then nobody would get anything done, and you'd get all jealous. Really I'm doing it all for you. And I don't get so much as thank you. I'm so under appreciated."

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Ash pursed her lips as her friend tore off her heels and chucked them onto her bed. She realized that this meant that her friend was upset, and as she began unpacking, Aislinn couldn't help standing up with her and shuffling over to the bed, sitting down and crossing her legs. Gisele began talking about her trip to Paris, and as much as Ash knew Gisele hated it, she was secretly a little jealous. She decided to cut the thought from her mind as quickly as it appeared, and instead replied with a quick, "As much as that sucks, I wish I could have visited Paris. Is it as pretty as the pictures?" before realizing that they were getting off topic and making a gesture to continue.

Ash's face split into a huge grin as her friend turned around with a box in her hands. She took it and placed it on the bed, before digging under her bed for the item she was looking for. It was a box, too, but slightly thinner and lighter. Inside, Gisele would find a scrapbook of English Flora, with little pressed flowers included in the book, gently sellotaped on the corners. Underneath that was a woolen shawl for cold nights, and alongside that were a couple of bars of clotted cream fudge. She placed the box on Gisele's bed before flopping back onto her own bed, trying to ignore the rowdiness of the party next door.

Just then, her phone pinged again. Ash rolled her eyes at her friend, holding up a finger in a one-second gesture, before reaching over and seeing it was Mei. She texted back quickly.
{To: Mei}
Sorry, G just got here. Gonna hang with her for a while!

She sent the text and turned back to her friend, mouthing a silent apology before placing the phone back on the nightstand. "She wanted to make sure I wouldn't regress being around everyone partying and celebrating New Year's. She thinks I can't control myself since I had to go to rehab and everything.... That's why she made me come to Paris. Not to see me. But because she couldn't trust me to take care of myself and not slip back into the hole that was my former self... And, I come back to a tsunami of noise in my head and a drunk trying to kiss me at midnight." Gisele continued her rant, and Ash listened to her, letting her best friend vent. "Welcome to the Academy.
" She muttered sarcastically, a grin across her lips. Her hand was on her ring, holding it gently. Gisele's mention of her mother - however much she bothered her - had reminded Ash of how much she missed her own, and it was out of habit that she was holding the ring now. She dropped it quickly before smiling at her friend again.

"Why don't we have our own lame PG fun tonight! Be the Elsa to my Anna... And let's go build a snow man! It snows maybe one day a year here. Let's make the best of it!" Gisele suggested, and Aislinn found herself moving towards her drawers before she could stop herself. "Hell yes!" She grinned as she dug through her drawers, finding some thicker leggings grey in colour and patterned with white and pink aztec designs, and she threw a grey jumper over the tank top she was going to wear to bed. She pulled on a pair of pink uggs and put a thin pink scarf on to top off the outfit.

Ash's phone received another notification, much to her annoyance, at the same time as Gisele's; her annoyance faded as soon as she realized it was Kat, and Ash sent one last text to her other best friend before turning off her phone.

{To: Kit Kat}
Meet you outside Party Central - Snowmen and snowball fights are on the agenda!

With text sent, Ash turned to Gisele with a cheeky smile on her face. "I'll race you out! Three, two, one, GO!" She yelled, before turning around and hot footing it out of the door. The corridors were rammed with people, making it difficult to move - or breathe. Ash tried to ignore it, but found herself slowing to a walk anyway, and gently pushing her way through the crowd. Other party goers, obviously completely wasted, formed what seemed an intangible wall between her and the outside world, but Ash was determined to win. She focused on keeping her breathing even as she fought through the crowds, and was disappointed to find not one pair of golden coloured eyes. She didn't even realize she was searching, but she pushed through, only stopping to push those hungry for another's attention away. At one point through the Party Corridor, she was kissed on the cheek, but a quick push and a glare was enough to get him to turn away and pursue some action elsewhere.

Finally, Ash reached the outside world, where the cold bit into her skin and went through to her core. She shivered, but ventured out into the snow, reveling in the fact that she'd won the race. The fireworks lit up the sky above her, turning the snow every colour Aislinn could name. She held out a hand, catching snowflakes in her hand. Just then, she heard something move behind her, and Ash turned towards the patio, realizing that someone was sat there. He - or she - was silhouetted, so Ash couldn't tell who it was, and she hoped that they hadn't seen her.

Time to have a little fun.

Ash scooped up some snow and patted it together into a ball in her hands. She made sure it wasn't too compact, so it wouldn't become ice, and she was glad to find that it was the right consistency to make a decent snowball. Her hand felt the sting of the cold, and she sneaked closed to the patio. Finally, with a grin on her face, she yelled, "Snowball fight!" threw it at the unknown person, hoping that they wouldn't mind too much. She giggled as she watched the snow explode on impact, showering them with the substance, and ducked down to make more of the soft projectiles, laughing as she did so.


Reed stared at Aislinn from where he had just stood. He had seen Synth walk out a few minutes ago, but ignored her since the two had a sketchy relationship. She had her blond hair like he remembered and the beautiful features that weren’t outright, god how are you not a model look to everyone, but screamed out in Reed’s head.

Reed was about to speak when she pelted a snowball at him. He laughed as he ducked for cover. Reed picked up a snowball of his own and threw it right back over the back of his chair before moving low and quickly towards her, running low to the ground. As he approached, he picked up another snowball and tossed it at her, lightly packed.

As he was a few feet away, he stood from behind his cover and called out gently, ”Aislinn Mae, is that you?” He walked forward cautiously, as if expecting her to throw another snowball at him in any second. He stood with his hands up as if in surrender as he approached her, not believing he was actually seeing her again.

He had seen her a few years ago when he had saved her from drowning. He remembered the night clearly. He had kissed her and she had given her a note which he cherished and held onto all the time. He had it by his bed upstairs and it was clear it had been folded and unfolded a bunch of times by the reader.

Reed stood before her, holding his arms out in a way that looked like he was presenting himself in a way but could appear to be offering a hug or something else. Reed couldn’t believe it. His breath coming out in puffs was visible but he was too distracted by the sight of Aislinn to even care or notice one of his favorite things about Winter.


Galen had just moved from listening to music to listening to an audiobook Reed had loved reading when he sensed someone near his door. He pulled out the earplugs and sat up, looking curiously at the girl. She knocked and Galen smiled, finding it a little funny that he had known she was coming before she had even announced her presence.

”Hi,” Galen stated simply. She responded and he shook his head with furrowed brows, indicating she wasn’t bothering him at all. It was merely the beginning of the book so there was no real issues.

Galen nodded his comprehension of her words before she continued on, waving away her slight apology. Galen thought back but shook his head slightly. ”Aislinn, Aislinn, Aislinn… Sorry, I actually don’t know an Aislinn,” He stated simply as he stood and walked towards her, trying to think back to why the name was familiar. He leaned against his doorframe as he looked down at the girl, but his eyes didn’t focus on her, causing them to look slightly off behind his glasses.

”Probably doesn’t help that I’m new here. Galen Lewis. What’s your name?” He asked curiously, offering his hand to her. She was a few inches shorter but he didn’t have to look down much. From the shade of the shadows her hair was darker rather than blonde and he wondered, not for the first time, how people would appear to him if he could see the more detailed features.

He looked for what she was wondering about him in his own mind, curious, but found nothing at the moment. He frowned slightly, confused, but gave a smile that showed he was just a little confused as to something else that she could ask about but he wouldn’t offer without question. It was clear he was comfortable with himself and that he didn’t mind her interrupting him, but was still a little confused as to what was happening, and why his head felt a little different than it did most times.


K A T . H A Y E S

MOOD | mischievous; competitive
LOCATION | outside the dorms

Despite the chill it was setting into her slender fingers, Kat's arm remained stretched out before her, her palm catching the icy white as it fell. As the segments began to pool in her hand, melting in the warmth of her skin, she finally allowed them to pour through her fingers, and dark blots appeared where the now-water met the snow.

In her pocket, her phone buzzed, and she hurriedly rubbed the dampness off on her thick coat before slipping the device from its pouch, and reading the pair of messages that had just arrived. The first was from Ash, which didn't surprise Kat in the slightest. Giselle was rubbish at answering her phone, and her speed of texting wasn't exactly Synthia caliber. As she read the message, a wide grin broke out on her face.

From: Ash
Meet you outside Party Central - Snowmen and snowball fights are on the agenda!

"Snowball fights, huh?" Kat murmured to herself, voice lilted with a tone of Bond-villain wickedness, "Unwise, Miss Buckledee. Very unwise..."

She shifted to the next text, and grinned once more.

From: Giselle
Whatever Ash said! Be our Olaf!!

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, Kat began to make her way to the aptly dubbed 'Party Central'. It wasn't all that hard to find the building, even if you were a stranger to the college. Basically, follow the music. If you're deaf? Sniff for alcohol.

The moment she got there, Kat knelt down in the snow, the powder soaking through the knees of her tights as she began rolling balls of the substance, smiling wickedly as she anticipated firing them into her friends' unsuspecting faces. Hearing the sound of a door opening, her frantically rolled the final ball. Looking up, she saw a familiar blonde figure rolling up a snowball of her own, and as Ash threw it right with excellent precision at an unsuspecting Reed.

As the pair interacted, Kat's eyes narrowed mischievously, and her Bond-villain voice returned with a pinch of mental moustache-twirling. "As much as I hate to ruin this romantic moment..."

She crept closer, snowball at the ready, metres away from Ash, she stopped, leaning her arm back, before leaping up with an epic battle cry, throwing the ball with all her might.


The ball, however, missed Ash by about a foot, and the maniacal grin froze on Kat's face.

"Ah. Well... Take this!" She knelt down, rolling up another ball at an astounding pace, before jumping up and throwing it, only for it to this time meet its target. Kat smirked triumphantly, "Ha!"

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T H E x S P E E D x D E M O N

{ Thursday, January 1st, 1:14am, 2015 || Outfit [x] || Location: The Mansion }


Samuel finally got bored of the Chris and Nathan's constant bickering at one enough and took off running, speeding away at a high velocity, making it back to the academy in about a minute or two and as soon as he made it, he waited at the entrance and pulled out his phone, immediately going to text one particular individual. First of which was Ella, he was still worried if she was still okay from the encounter a few minutes before hand.

[To: Ella]
[Ella, are you sure you're okay? Who was that guy, anyway? Whatever, I'm waiting for you at the entrance of the mansion with those other buddies of yours. Plus, if you're still hungry I can order pizza and we could all have a group thing in one of our dorms or something. If you are down, we could text the others and plan something. Maybe some party games and shit? You know, to lighten the mood. :D]

Samuel waited for about forty minutes later when, finally, Ella turned up and leaned up against the wall. "Yo, what's up." He looked around and witnessed a snowball between Aislinn Buckeldee, Reed Adams and Katherine Hayes. He didn't know Kat very well, but, she was cute. Reed was obviously a good friend, best friend actually. And Aislinn was a good friend as well. How convenient. "Hey, wanna join that snowball fight? We could wreck some fools. I could make heaps of snowballs and throw them all super fast, you know? It would be so cool! Come on!" He slowly ran up towards the three individuals, picking up a scope of snow while moving and rolled it up, immediately throwing it at Reed when he was finished making it. "That is for not answering my texts!" He quickly made two more. One went straight towards Ash, "That's for redirecting those paper planes I was throwing at the teacher back at me!" He threw the last one at Kat and laughed. "And that's just cause I want to."

#, as written by Layla

      [ song; arabella ] [ outfit; the immutable cold ]

      XXX"I should like some large fries with chilli mayo and a strawberry float."
      XXX"Uh..." The chef stood with his hand frozen on the handle of a frying pan he'd been about to bring over a hulking man's head.
      XXX"You are open for business, are you not?" Synthia prompted.
      XXX"Well, yeah, but..." he mumbled, shifting the pan to his other hand.
      XXX"Keep the change," she said, placing a fistful of notes in his hand. His eyes nearly bulged from his head as he raced into the kitchen. He whipped out his knife and sliced into a basket of potatoes faster than seemed humanly possible. Perhaps he was like Sam. He handed Synthia her chips and drink with a splitting grin on his face, before untying his apron and bolting out the door with a stream of praises in his wake.
      XXX"Really Chris, this whole 'alpha male' act is rather idiotic, don't you say?" Nathaniel's voice carried over the battlefield as his eyes slid over the writhing bodies to land on her. "Acting like a brutish hero for the attention of a girl." This last part he seemed to say loudly, as if wanting her to overhear.
      XXX"Well, don't look at me. I have a penis," said Synthia, her voice devoid of any inflection that might belay humour. "You just fail to see it beneath my layers of self-doubt and crippling anxiety."
      XXX"Isn't going to work on someone who has an IQ that weighs more than two of you," Nathaniel continued.
      XXX"I am humbled. Alas, IQ cannot be quantified in weight." She waved a chip at Nathaniel as she made the noise of a buzzer in a game, declaring an answer incorrect. "Try again."
      XXXSynthia slipped the french fry between her lips, stepping around sprawled bodies and fighting men. The door burst open and a gold-haired blur flew towards Synthia. She easily pivoted from the onslaught and took a sip of her drink as Spencer collided into a gunman instead, before hurtling into Chris. Synthia ate her chips.
      XXXShe walked towards them until she towered over her portable generator. She did not offer a hand to help him up.
      XXX"Will you look at that," she mused. "I think I like you better helpless and immobile. Let's go. Here, I procured some fried potatoes." She slipped a fry between his lips and turned to Nathaniel. Her eyes flicked to the apple in his hand, before returning to meet his gaze. "Did you know the seeds of apples are poisonous?" She quirked her head. "It would require approximately 87.33 grams of apple seeds to kill someone of your size."
      XXXSynthia smiled. A dimple appeared in her left cheek.
      XXXAnd without another word, she left for her car.

      ・ • ● • ・

      XXXWhen she arrived at the mansion, she was pelted with a snowball. She could not tell from whom it had come, but it had surprised her. She stared at the splatter of white that laid just above her heart as if she could not for the life of her, comprehend what it was for. She raised her head to find a gaggle of students running about. The sight was bizarre.
      XXX"Katherine." There was no "happy new year" or "how have you been." Synthia seemed to think her name was greeting enough. She was likely the only person under the age of 50 who called Kat by her full name, but Synthia had never been liable to shortened epithets. She even called Chris, Christopher, some days. Synthia looked at the dark-haired girl, who'd been standing nearest to her when she'd arrived. "Are we partaking in a practice drill? I do not recall a notice in the Academy's schedule. Should I retrieve the cannon?"
      XXXA year before, she had developed a snowball cannon that propelled ice at incredible velocities and with maximum reload efficiency. Synthia had reasoned that "rolling spherical clumps of ice" to be "rather tedious," and had built a machine that did so for her instead. Needless to say, it was clear who won the snowball fight that year. Many a bruise had been imparted that day.

{ The Shapeshifter ~ Location: The Mansion ~ Outfit }


Ooh look who waited for you! Ella ignored Liz's remark and smiled at Sam "Yo, what's up." Ella ran her fingers through her hair and tucked some behind her left ear. "Not much, fully sober now, really needed that walk. Um, I'm not sure who that guy was either...he was really drunk so he probably thought I was someone else...yea. Sorry I didn't reply to your text I'm totally down for party games, chilling and pizza I could eat like five right now."

Ella squinted her eyes to see who was involved in the snowball fight "Is that Aislinn? Yea let's go join" she said as Sam ran off.

You lied to him! Ella glanced over at Liz "I don't know who those guys were Liz. Remind me to kill once I've had a good nights sleep" Liz grinned You could use that right now huh? And yet you chose party

Just then Mei appeared with Leo, she was furious and relieved when she saw them. She walked over and gave Mei a funny look and then shrugged "How could you Mei? You know never to get involved when Liz is around. What did you guys do this time? Steal? Threaten? Kill? God, it's been like two years, I don't understand that girls influence on you just urg...just please tell me you're alright!" She listened patiently to Mei's response, unfortunately she couldn't hear much of it since Liz was screaming in her head on purpose. Ella simply nodded and glanced over at the group in the snowball fight "Let's deal with this another day, I've had enough drama for one night. Sam is setting up a get together with games and food. You guys should come"

Ella ran towards the group having the snowball fight. She ran straight for Aislinn and tackled her to the ground "Happy New Year" she laughed rolling to the side. She got up and brushed the snow off her dress, she extended her hand towards Aislinn to help her up.


K A T . H A Y E S

MOOD | mischievous; competitive
LOCATION | outside the dorms

The moment it had missed its intended target, Kat had taken her attention away from her first snowball in favor of a new, on-target one. Basking in the glow of her victory, Kat's smirk rivaled that of the likes of Nathaniel or Spencer.

"Katherine." The voice was as calm and somewhat monotonous as ever, and Kat almost leapt out of her skin as she turned back to face the speaker. She'd never been fond of people using her full name, but for whatever reason, Kat couldn't help but think as though it would be odd for Synth to do anything else but. Synthia was no robot, despite what people said, but she was nothing if not to the point.

Kat's eyes widened as she took in the snow that smattered Synthia's front, undoubtedly thanks to her rogue snowball. Kat couldn't help it, she laughed. "My bad." Synthia's matter-of-fact warning sounded like a death sentence, and Kat's eyebrows knotted nervously, "Are we partaking in a practice drill? I do not recall a notice in the Academy's schedule. Should I retrieve the cannon?"
Kat was about to answer when she heard a laugh, and a familiar, thunderous voice commented, "Nice shot Kat-Kit. But be careful, she has my jacket." Kat winked, smirking devilishly, "No promises."

As Chris prepared to make his way back to his dorm, Kat looked to Synthia, and raised her hands, gesturing the way one does when dealing with a ferocious animal. "Ah... The cannon won't be necessary. This practical is specifically hands o-"

A snowball collided with the side of her head, and Kat looked up in shock. "And that's just cause I want to." Her face contorted into rage, and a spark of humour lit her eyes alight. "Why you- take that!" She hurled the snowball, and fistpumped as it hit Samuel.

Her gaze turned back to Synthia, "I don't suppose you'd care to join me and these morons in a no-cannon snowball war, would you?" He lips curled into her infamous cheshire grin, and she knelt down in the ground, curling up another ball. "Otherwise, you could always be..." She fired the snowball directly at Synthia, making a teasing face as it hit her, "... Collateral damage!"

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Ash's eyes grew wide as the figure stood up and revealed himself to be none other than Reed himself. He was laughing - a sound Ash wasn't familiar with. She laughed too, when a snowball made contact with her shoulder and exploded in her face. She spluttered with shock, still laughing, as she gathered another together in her hands. He tossed another one before emerging from his hiding place.

"Aislinn Mae, is that you?
" He asked, approaching cautiously. He had his hands out, obviously unarmed. Ash hid the snowball behind her back. She remembered his face well, now - she could remember the feel of his body as he'd held her out of the water, as the weight shifted until it felt like they had been laying against the pole of the pier. She had been right, then. He was a super. She stood there in awe for a few seconds, too happy to move. A smile crossed her face.

"Reed!" She exclaimed, moving towards him. Hoping he didn't see the snowball lightly clutched in her hand, she ran over (a rare sight for Ash) and wrapped her arms around his neck, before pressing her face into his shoulders. Grinning into his shoulder, she quickly pulled at the back of his collar and stuffed the snowball down the back of his shirt, laughing as she did so.

Ash's antics were interrupted by the sneaky arrival of Kat. After her quick, villain-like speech, Ash braced herself for an impact, but grinned sheepishly at her friend when nothing hit her. She feigned a hit, clutching at her side. "I... can... see the light!" She exclaimed, just as her friend balled up another ball and this time, it hit her in the stomach. She stumbled off balance, grinning again. Just then, the three of them were assaulted by a barrage of snowballs.

"Hey!" She yelled at the thrower, before realizing it was Sam. "No powers! That's cheating! And give me a break, it was funny and you know it!" She retorted, before noticing the arrival of Synth. "Wild inventions are banned too! No snowball-making mechanical devices! They're cheating!" She protested, giving Synth a cheeky smile and a friendly wink to show she was joking. Ash hardly saw it as Kat's snowball smacked into Synth. She laughed a little, before waving to Chris as he disappeared inside and out of the snow, which wasn't surprising, seeing as the snow would cause his powers to act up. Just then, Ash was caught sideways by someone new - Ella. She laughed as much as she could; the air had been knocked out of her by the girl. "Hello, Ella. Happy new year to you too!" She giggled again, stuffing snow down her collar for good measure while she was down. The other girl got up and Ash took her hand, pulling herself up. Her clothes were sodden through with snow, but nonetheless, she turned and exclaimed, "What a beautiful snow angel we made. Would be a shame if another were to appear!" She turned and gently pushed Ella, aiming for the snow, carefully and sparingly using her power to cushion her fall so it wouldn't leave a mark if she lost her balance. She flopped down next to her, sending the snow into the air, before getting up and admiring her handiwork, and heading back over to Reed.

"Seriously, though, I told you I'd see you again, didn't I?" She whispered, pulling at his coat collar. "And if I get around to it, I guess I can explain everything a bit more." She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him in a teasing fashion, instead just sticking to grinning. "I never properly thanked you for saving me, did I?" She asked, looking down at the snow and huffing out a sigh. She watched as her breath turned white, before disappearing again. "I'm just... I'm so glad." She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck again in a tight hug.




T H E x S P E E D x D E M O N

{ Thursday, January 1st, 1:49am, 2015 || Outfit [x] || Location: The Mansion }


"Why you- take that!" A snowball hit Sam right in this face as he laughed. "Snow is in my mouth... It tastes like really cold water, it's so weird." He laughed, Katherine seemed alright so far. Hey! No powers! That's cheating! And give me a break, it was funny and you know it!" He laughed menacially, "Rules were made to be BROKEN!" He made a large pile of snowballs in a matter of seconds with his super speed. "Haha!" He threw a massive bombardment of snowballs on to Chris and Synthia with his arms moving at a million miles a minute. "Buwahaha! Oh, my god! That was hilarious, haha! They're covered in snow!" He did the same with Katherine and Ella, then Aislinn and Reed again, he laughed again. "Oh my god! Did you just see her face?! Buwahaha!" He then waited for some of the big group to retaliate back at him, he created a small snow wall, a hid behind it, knowing that it would eventually happen. He looked over the wall, "Hey, you two love birds, stop being love birds." He threw another snowball at the two of them and laughed again. "Hit me with your best shot!"

{OOC: Sorry my post is so short, guys}


Reed couldn’t believe his eyes as she stood there. That night when he had breathed slightly better for a moment, her breath had gotten labored… had she used powers to help him breath after all the effort it was taking to paddle that surfboard back to shore with her in front of him. He was still shocked from seeing her and the fact that she seemed excited to see him too that he didn’t notice her coming at him with a snowball until she hugged him.

He hugger her back, picking her up slightly so he wouldn’t be bending over much and laughed as he felt snow going down his back. ”How dare you attack your savior with snow down the shirt?” Reed declares with a smile and a joking laugh and tone.

He was surprised when he heard a voice and dropped Aislinn before turning to see a girl he didn’t know. She pelted Reed and Aislinn with snow and Reed laughed as he turned from the cold snow. First, she missed, but then she made it and Reed and Aislinn both laughed.

A moment later, Sam flew out from the doors to throw snow at Reed and Reed couldn’t help but smile at his friend. ”For the record, I answered your texts, I just didn’t answer all of them,” Reed declared as he made another snowball and threw it at his friend. Apparently Sam already knew Aislinn as he declared she had messed with one of his many pranks and knew that the other girl too. Or at least, it appeared he knew the other girl too.

As the war began, Reed reached to pull Aislinn out of the immediate line of fire to talk with her. She was amusing and beautiful with some snowflakes dusting her eyelashes from one of the snowballs that had hit her. Reed was so distracted he didn’t even feel the numbing pain that came with playing in snow without gloves. Reed glanced over to see Synth when Aislinn addressed her but didn’t comment on her presence. He didn’t know when their relationship went sour, but it had at some point, a while ago.

”Honestly? I didn’t think I’d see you again and please do, Aislinn Mae,” Reed replied, taking all his willpower to keep his voice from cracking or hitching with how close she was, how her hands had his collar in their grasp and how all he had to do was lean forward a few inches to taste her again like he had so long ago.

She spoke again and Reed gave her a smiling and odd look, as if she said something that wasn’t true. [colro=#f69d1e]”I don’t know what you’re talking about, except that that kiss was not entirely a proper one if that was what you were referring to,”[/color] Reed stated, waiting until she was hugging him again before he talked about the kiss.

”It feels like forever ago, you know?” He asks as he sets her down again from the big bear hug that he had ended up giving her just because he was growing cold and wanted to. He really wanted to pull her aside and make out with her, but the idea terrified him. He could mess up, or make her unhappy, or any number of things. How terrible would that be?

”Now I don’t know about you, but I believe it is time to join a snowball war,” Reed declared as he grabbed Aislinn’s hand and dove for cover before beginning to make snowballs to pelt in Sam’s direction. ”Yo Sam, don’t ask for what you aren’t prepared to handle,” Reed declared with a sneaky smile as he looked around Sam. He saw that he was right out from underneath an overhand coated with snow and winked at Aislinn before running over to the building and up the side, as if there was nothing but a jump and he was still running on the ground when in reality, he was running on the brick of the dorms.

He got to the overhang and pushed all the snow he could over, glancing down to see if he had hit his target with a wide smile.


Galen couldn’t help but run his hand through his hair in frustration, disguising it as something he saw Reed do a lot of the time around girls that appeared like they could be pretty. Galen was wearing a long sleeved thermic shirt that was snug but didn’t hug every line of his torso, and a pair of jeans tucked into boots. His sleeves rode up slightly as he moved revealing one full scar on his right wrist all the way across, and one half scar across his left, as if it was abruptly stopped for some reason.

Galen watched her movement carefully, making sure he stayed attentive so he didn’t miss anything he might be required to do in response. She shook his hand and he felt the warmth of it having gained more heat than normal thanks to the gloves. Her hand was soft and Galen marveled silently at that briefly.

She was nice and friendly, saying she was new too. It was reassuring to know that he and his brother weren’t the only ones new to the school. It was cool so far, but they were still getting used to not having to be careful when they walked around outside to keep their abilities hidden.

He suddenly realized what the issue was and drew his hand back to tuck into his back pocket. She was a mindreader. Reed had described the feeling Galen’s readings to him felt like and this was nearly exactly that. Galen blocked his mind the way he did when he wanted to try to focus away from getting other people’s thoughts. It was a way that he only heard bits and pieces of people’s thoughts towards him.

He noticed her hand movement as if she had announced it and took a cautious step back that gave them both a bit more personal space, working to try to make it look less like he knew what she was doing. ”Gisele, you can ask me what I’m thinking if you want to know,” He admitted with a smile that said he had caught her in the act.

”If you are 5, then I am 6. I would love to join you. Don’t knock listening to audiobooks until you try it. Without audiobooks, there is no fantasy worlds!” Galen declared excitedly, animately using his arms as he grabbed his coat and shut his room’s door before walking and gesturing even more.

”Oh… No way…” Galen says excitedly as he catches sight of his brother downstairs and outside, talking to a familiar form that Galen only remembered because Reed talked about her constantly. It was Aislinn Mae from that summer a few years ago. ”Would your Aislinn possibly be a girl named Aislinn Mae? I do see her in fact, she’s outside and she’s hanging out with my brother who looks like an idiot right now,” Galen states with a smile that shows he is happy for his brother more than most siblings are for each other.

As Galen made it down the stairs with Gisele, he held his arm out to prevent her from walking further outside and out from under the small roof in time to keep her from walking into a large snow fall that his brother had caused in hopes of landing it all on Sam. ”Hey Sam, need some help?” Galen offered with a smile as he picked up some snow nearby, seemed to consider it, then threw it at Gisele before going to help Sam pelt snowballs at everyone else, with or without his consent. He didn’t want to be on his brother’s team, there was no fun in both twins winning. One needed to taste victory and the other, defeat, as was their tradition always.

#, as written by mjolnir

T H E - M E N T A L I S T


Winter Outfit

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?

Gisele watched the male before her run his hand through his hair. The gesture didn't seem like anything but her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the scars on his wrists. It triggered a suppressed memory as her right hand went to grab her left wrist, her thumb brushing across her sleeve that hid her own set of scars. It made her wonder how he had gotten those scars... The same as her? Or maybe something else. Her brows furrowed as she tried to snake her way into his head. She generally didn't use her ability on others but she felt that asking a personal question like that the moment she met him might not be the best first impression.

”Gisele, you can ask me what I’m thinking if you want to know,” Gisele froze momentarily that she probably was acting strange but chuckled softly at the realization that she was caught. Her cheeks flushed and it was the one time she was thankful that anyone was blind so he couldn't see her blush. She brought her hand up to brush back her hair. "I'm sorry... I'm just fascinated by your mind." She put everything aside as she stepped towards him, cupping his head in her small delicate hands. She held his head as if she was examining it, standing on her tip toes as she rotated it slowly. "Why can't I hear you?... You're thoughts I mean. It's just... quiet." She quickly released his head when she noticed how strange she was acting, laughing nervously. "I'm sorry... This is just... Well I've never been around someone where it's... normal." She smiled softly while letting out a soft sigh, "It's nice."

Gisele chuckled when he said he was a kid too and his comment about audiobooks. She waited for him as he grabbed his jacket and closed his door. "Well..." She said playfully as she walked in step with him. "Actually, I don't think I have any audiobooks. You'd think I would. It'd definitely make Shakespeare more fun... Ya know with all the different voices and stuff." She smiled. "I thought about getting some to listen to while I drive. But I generally read while listening to some Bach... Or Mozart. Generally which ever suits my fancy at the time."

"Oh... No way..." The exclamation caught Gisele's attention, causing her to quicken her step to catch up to him. "What?" She allowed her gaze to follow his as he spoke, ”Would your Aislinn possibly be a girl named Aislinn Mae? I do see her in fact, she’s outside and she’s hanging out with my brother who looks like an idiot right now.” She stepped up on her tip toes to glance over his shoulder, giggling when she saw the two outside. "Yep that would be her... Wait your brother is the famous Reed?" She looked over towards Galen with a smirk, "Well that explains a lot. I've heard a lot about him... But not you." She playfully bumped his shoulder with her own. "Guess I'll have to figure that out on my own."

Gisele bounced lightly down the steps after Galen, rubbing her hands together evilly as she prepared to submerse herself into the battle. Just as she was about to run outside, she was stopped by Galen's out stretched arm. It was good timing because if she would have ran outside she would have been covered in a blanket of snow with Sam. She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as she giggled at him. Galen had headed outside asking Sam if he needed help while she walked up to Sam, playfully rubbing the hair on his head, shaking out some of the snow. "I think you're under there somewhere." She laughed softly, looking over at Galen just as he threw a snow ball at her. She was just barely able to step out of the way. The snow ball going past her and hitting Sam. She cracked up before trying to be serious but playful as she yelled at Galen, "No friendly fire!!" She grabbed a handful of snow, running over to him and smashing it on his head before quickly making another snow ball and pelting it at Ash.

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She had flown overseas a couple of days ago causing her to miss New Year's with her family which wasn't as upsetting as it should have been, she noted as there was only a minor hole in her stomach. Evie needed the escape and the whole family needed a break from her and her abnormality. Maybe there would at last be a chance for things to cool over and Evie to get her powers under complete control while she was here.

On the night approaching the new year, Evonne decided to navigate her way to the mansion while the streets were packed with club and bar hoppers, people crossing streets to congratulate each other for making another year alive and rushing around to view the fireworks. Her father's words before departure was "be safe and look out for those who hunt." Obviously, it caused some skepticism but she drew that it meant hunters and the other kind of predators on the streets. So it made more sense for her to move at night with a "normal" reason to avoid gaining unwanted attention. It certainly had it's downsides with all the intoxication that quickly tainted the streets, including an overly friendly drunk female. The girl dragged Evonne off rambling about "how no one should be alone on New Year's. Great House Party. What about your new year's kiss?" She was a hyper individual but pleasant and hospitable in her own way. She offered drinks and food and even recommended who Evonne should try to target for the new year's kiss. Darling as she was, and handsome as her recommendation was, Evonne had to at least find the mansion first. Not that they'd know a new girl was missing. But for her own peace of mind. Evonne took the girl's hands gently "Thank you so much for literally being the sweetest person for me to encounter yet, but I have to find this place and meet up with others." "Oh at least give me your phone number and take some pictures with me!" she said urgently. Swelled with delight and slightly awkward about it, Evie complied.
"Don't get too drunk so you forget whose number that is," Evie warned then smiled. Though it was likely. But Evie genuinely wished her as a friend.

ImageEventually, she had found the place with lesser complications than she dreaded. Which meant it was only a matter of time before all that luck went south. Seeing as it was the first of a fresh new year by the time she reached the school, it meant she had plenty of chance for her luck to turn around too. As she approached, she heard all kinds of laughter and yelling, slowing cautiously. Evie didn't know what to expect. A more strict and groomed school that didn't encourage maniac behavior she supposed.
Evie scratched her arm awkwardly and saw the war zone a snow ball fight had become. "Oh my..." she broke off. It was the furthest thing from safe crossing and would sneaking around it really work? Probably not She was plastered in place. She tried to tell herself that participation was always a good thing but starting by hurling snow balls at people didn't seem that tempting or her place exactly.
She could always waltz through with her shield up but that'd be kind of grinchy. It'd subside or at least slow down soon enough. Plus, the show was kind of entertaining. A small smile curved on her lips. It was good to see such free-spirited people.