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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 10, 2006 13:33:03 GMT -4
*sigh* couldn't think of any good posts for the other campus thread, so here we go.
Noises. Loud, angry, passionate noises. Thousands of emotions seeped into her skin, her body pulsing. No, leave me alone! Go away! They filled her very fiber, ripping into her mind and body. Stop it, stop it! Verging on insanity, she clutched the wall, trying to stop the world from spinning.
“Honey?” Mom. “Honey, are you alright? What’s going on?”
So many noises. I’m too full, I can’t…stop it! Don’t you know I can feel your pain!
A floor shook perilously, dry wall broke lose from the ceiling. Her mother screamed.
“Stop it! Stop it! I can…I can feel your fear…” She whimpered, stumbling away from her mother.
Molly Hunt awoke, sweating and near tears. Her nightmares were coming back, each episode coming closer and closer to that fateful minute when her world changed forever. She had been thirteen, just two years ago, when she came into her powers as an empath. They had come slowly at first. She could only feel trivial things, like someone else’s tooth ache, and only if they were within a foot of her. But as things progressed, she came unto the pain, betrayal and anger of others. One minute, she would be as high as the sky, reliving the emotions of a girls first kiss just down the block, and in one second she would come crashing down, her world corrupted by the discovery and rage of a husband’s cheating wife. The emotions of an entire mile radius consumed her, and she was able to unwillingly channel these emotions in a destructive manner. The dean had described her as a unique case, who first had to learn basic control over her powers before attending a school for “others” like herself. Whatever that meant.
Molly had gone with him to an intensive care unit, where many long hours of training went into learning to block out any emotion besides her own. However, she was still able to pick up strong emotions, and she was slowly learning to pick up emotions on command.
“Someday, you may even learn the channel other’s powers, Molly. You may become a member of the Team. A superhero.”
“I hardly believe in such fairytales, Dean Woodman.”
“You best start, Miss Hunt. You’re in one.”
Lifting her head off the pillow, Molly surveyed the dorm room. Each wall had been painted a different color; soft blue, sunset yellow, spring green and a lilac color. These colors were supposed to ease her feelings, and block out the negative vibes that flocked toward her due to her powers, but now they seemed unsettling. She stood, cringing at the shocking cold of the floorboards, and quickly scampered to her closet. Grabbing her kimono, which doubled as a robe, she wrapped the colorful pattern around her body. She turned, surprised at the reflection that gazed back at her from her mirror. Molly’s chocolate brown hair had grown out past her shoulders, and now hung there in an almost eerie way. Her shocking blue eyes were slightly glazed from her restless sleep. However, the most disturbing thing was how much like her mother she looked.
Not like anyone else would know that. When Molly had come to the Academy, she left behind any personal items, save for her old acoustic. While other student’s room reeked of family history, Molly’s seemed stripped. If you didn’t know it, you would think she came from thin air.
Tarring her eyes away from a painful memory, she stalked into the bathroom. Turning the left knob, Molly stretched as steam filled the room from the hot water.
One bar of soap, a blow dryer and fifteen minutes later, Molly slipped into a very worn pair of jeans and a faded tank top that read Donde estan mis pantalones? Before grabbing her guitar case and heading out the door. She was greeted with the Saturday morning sunshine and the smells of coffee from nearby students, which immediately erased the ghosts from her dreams. Her flip-flops hit the paved sidewalks that led out to the campus, and she scanned the area. It used to take all the energy within her to block out the feelings of others, but now it was like second nature.
She stopped at a picnic table, sat down, and opened her guitar case. She smiled, running the fingers along the strings. Lifting the guitar out of its case, Molly fished around the bottom of the case for her spiral note pad. In it were songs about running highs, life at a boarding school, and boys who you may fancy don’t like you back. It was an extension of her, really. She had to put all her emotions somewhere, after all. Adjusting the instrument on her lap, she strummed a few chords.
“Spinning around the sun Making my way (my way, making my way) Round and round here i come It's a beautiful day (it's a beautiful day) Living, dying, laughing I’m trying, Dizzy but get it done, Spinning around (I’m spinning around)
It's a winding road; it's an uphill climb It's a distant dream, it's faith gone blind It's a far away shore; it's a twisted tale It's hit or miss its swim or sail Just when you think you got it together, There comes the sudden change in the weather”
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 10, 2006 14:31:19 GMT -4
{Partly recycled}"Get him out of our house."
"But honey, hes our son!"
"I don't care if hes the president of the fucking United states, get him the fuck out of my house. Hes a freak." Jeremy Swanson could remember that day as if it were yesterday. Well, it wasn't SO long ago. infact, it had been about a year ago that dear old Jer was kicked out of the only home he had known his own life, shunned by the only father he had and forbidden to come near his mother. Did he have the plague? No. Did he have eboila? No. Was he queer? Oh far from it. Then what, in god's name, could his parents possibly have been so angry at him about you may ask. One answer. Jeremy was genetically different. Unlike most kids, he didn't just grow a few inches and stop. No, Jeremy grew and then shrunk...then grew again...and shrunk. And we're not talking inches here, we're talking feet. Little Mr. Swanson could shrink to the size of a pin tip if he liked and then back to his normal size of 5'8 in the blink of an eye or if he wanted to, could be the size of a mother fucking sky scraper.
It was a secret he had managed to keep underwraps for years, even though now and then he'd become about 11 feet tall and rip his clothes he'd always been able to convince his mother that some kids at school beat him up. Or when he showed up at home naked and one of the neighbors found his clothes, he once again told him mother it was bullies. Excuses seemed to work no amtter how irrational they became. And then, one day, something awful happened. You see, Jeremy has always been fond of reptiles, for no particular reason. Throughout his life he had a number of frogs, snakes, turtles and the likes. But his favorite and current pet, was a beautiful Snake named Polaris. Polaris had been a fifteenth birthday present and the boy loved him to death, and often shrunk to be just a bit bigger than Polaris so that he could talk to the creature at his level. Now that the animal ever responded but it was always fun to respond. Well one day, Jer said something that apparently Polaris was not fond of. His mother appeared in his room to clean it and found shrunken Jeremy in a contricting grip held by the snake.
Needless to say his secret was out.
He spent the first month of his lonely existence, normal sized, his Polaris hanging around his thin neck, a bag of clothing in one hand, searching the street for a place to sleep at night. Until a man appeared at the corner of a street, where Jeremy sat begging for food (possibly his lowest moment in life, as he is a very proud boy). The man told him of a school, an Academy, were kids like Jeremy came to improve their skills, their talents and learn to adjust.
"Sounds like a scam."
Was his first response which recieved a laugh from the man. Jeremy said he'd pass, and that night as he slept beneath trash in an alley, Polaris clinging to his arm tightly, he thought about it. And then thought a bit more. And a little more. The next day, the Swanson's only son searched throughout town for the man and finally found him, looking very cool and leaning against a wall, staring at Jeremy as if he knew the boy would show up there.
A year later, his second year at Hawthorne, Jeremy had adopted a new nickname. Students seemed to be fascinated with the fact he could shrink to the size of papers and could be flicked about, and so they gave him the name: Flick. Flick, having not been in contact with his parents in a year, had spent all his holidays and summer at Hawthorne helping around the grounds and helping the dean. The Dean was a man Flick admired above all any, though he'd enver admit that he had admiration for anyone but himself. He made it possible for hundreds of kids like Flick to live a normal life.
A life that wouldn't exist anywhere outside the acamedy walls.
"Andrew be resonable. HE can change, maybe theres someone that can fix him!"
"Mom I'm not broken."
"Shut up I'm trying to help you! Andrew please, hes our only son, leave him alone."
"I have no son. Hes a stranger. Get the fuck out you fucking absterd or I'll blow your fucking face off."
That was the only time Flick had ever looked the barrel of a gun straight in the eyes. And hopefully the last. He didn't mind the abscence of his parents in his life though now and then he did have a longing to see his mother. Hawthorne would be his home till he was old enough to either A) teach there which he really didn't have much interest in or B) graduated and could live on his own, with stabalized powers. But till the day, Jeremy was stuck here and he didn't mind that in the least.
"EEEEEEYYAYAAAAAAHAHAHHA."
Today, Flick was running, full speed bubbles in his blonde hair, his blue laughing eyes glancing behind him as he ran across the grounds holding a towel around his waist, otherwise completly nude. A group of girls chased behind him, yelling and growling angrily. So apparently, the boy had snuck into the girls labratory and it wasn't until the girls found his sock laying ont he floor that they realized he had been there. Now they were chasing him in robes. One girl, shot vines from her fingers and caught Flick by the ankle. Down he went letting go of the towel and up into the air he went, completly naked. Some of the girls blushed slightly and averted their eyes.
"It's alright ladies, I don't mind if you look." he said with a wild grin on his face, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Of course this was not what they wanted to here. Flick was quickly tied to a tree on the grounds, thankfully the girls have wrapped the towel once more around his waist, before tieing him to the bark of the tree. Still, even as he was against the cold bark of the tree, bound by vines the boy's smile remaind. Eventually he knew somene would come get him, probably Arrow or perhaps Sam. IN any case, it had taken those girls about an hour to realize he was in there. Did he regret it? Hell no, it was like a free peep show. Let me clear something up though, people seem to think JEremy is a completly perverted individual. Well not quiet, he was just outwardly adventurous and didn't try to deny his cliche egotistical teenageboy yearnings.
"Um, Excuse me, mind cutting me down love?"
He said staring at the the girl below at the picnic table, that seemed to be very inthralled with her guitar.
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 10, 2006 14:57:09 GMT -4
The calming sounds of her guitar were interrupted by few overwhelming emotions which had wormed their way into her skin, and they certainly weren't hers. They were feelings of disgust and loathing, coming in the direction of the school. The feelings consumed her as a bunch of school girls walked off, their interest in whatever they had been mad at was fading, until Molly was left alone again to her own emotions. Still, it was ridiculous how a few teenage emotions could awaken her empathy powers. She had a stale taste in her mouth, and shivered from the anger that had filled her only moments before.
Shaking her head, Molly turned back to her guitar. She was trying desperately to write a crowd rousing song about being a mermaid, when a voice from above interrupted her song again. Glancing up, she stifled a snort at the boy hanging from the vines, in nothing but a towel. He should’ve been confused, and embarrassed, but as Molly focused in on his emotions, she only caught a childish demeanor and the overwhelming emotion of swaggering pride. She raised her eyebrows at him, before turning back to her chords.
“You probably deserved it.” She smirked, stealing another glance at him, her blue eyes giving him a quizzical look.
He stuck his tongue out at her, folding his arms across his chest.
“Suit yourself. I’m sure someone will find you there…eventually.”
Molly ran a hand through her brown locks, looking back at her notebook. Oh, what she would pay to be able to perform her songs in front of a crowd that would actually appreciate her music. Her ultimate dream was to open her own club and become a well to do musician. Far away from here. For the second time that day, her mind wandered to her old home, her home for thirteen years. And in one second she turned it to rubble. The only thing left standing was the fence surrounding the backyard, where her coonhound Red used to run around. After the collapse, Red was taken away by Animal control, and as far as she knew, he was off living a life as a police dog, capturing criminals as a way of life. Tears managed to force their way to the surface. Brushing them away quickly, she began strumming her guitar again, but there was still the looming presence of the boy.
“Why don’t you just use your powers to get down?” She turned back to him, hopping off the table and tilting her head.
<<oo, that sucked. but its all I got...>>
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 10, 2006 15:10:50 GMT -4
“You probably deserved it.”
"Never said I didn't."
Jer kept a smile on his face as he looked down at the girl. Not going to help him? How very rude, didn't she know who he was? PRobably not because in all reality people knew him by reputation not by the way he looked. Infact, one or two girls had heard of his crazy antics and expected him to look more like Arrow than he did. When it was revealed that HE was Flick, they became terribly disappointed and walked away. Ah well, he never let rejection break him down. Sticking his tongue out at the girl he side.
"Well you see I would but that would be all to easy."
Never admit your wrong. Find a way around it. Flick hated to show weakness or ignorance. He likened himself to a demigod of sorts, which he wasn't really. Deep deeepdeeeeppp down he was slightly insecure about himself, because in a school of beautiful students he was considered ugly, he was considered plain. BUt what he lacked in looks he made up in humor. Taking a deep breath the boy closed his eyes and shrunk to the size of a small bird, slipping through the binds and falling softly onto the grass. And down came his towel as well crashing down upon his head.
"OH for the love of mphhh."
He said, his voice muffeled by the towel. Closing his eyes again, he returned to his normal 5'8 and wrapped the towel around his waist looking at the girl, as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Not very empathetic of you, you know, leaving me up there. I could have caught a cold or broken my neck in the fall"
All two feet, he thought to himself.
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 10, 2006 15:24:52 GMT -4
Molly watched in fascination as the boy shrunk and fell down into his towel. She let a gasp escape her lips. Now that, was cool. She could feel a smile forming as he resized. She gave him a once over, her eyes finally meeting his. She gave him her infamous icy blue stare, before wrinkling her nose in a teasing way.
"Now was that so hard?" She smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.
"Not very empathetic of you, you know, leaving me up there. I could have caught a cold or broken my neck in the fall"
Any laughter she had been suppressing bubbled up inside of her and brimmed to the surface. What an appropriate comment. This guy had no idea. Molly rarely told students of her power because many felt that it was quite intrusive. The Dean had ensured that the teacher’s new, but no one else unless she decided to tell them. Instead, she told them she could merely channel the powers of others. Which wasn’t necessarily a lie, because it went hand in hand with her powers as an empath. He stood there trying to act serious, though obviously confused at her laughter.
“Well…” She giggled “I can’t say that I can really relate to ever being stuck in a tree. And I’m sure the infirmary could’ve fixed you up just fine.”
Slinking back over to her guitar case, she reached for her school robe, which she had tossed in there at the last minute. She walked back over to him, handing it to him in a very nonchalant manner.
“I’m Molly, by the way.” She raised her eyebrows at him, waiting for a response.
<<not feeling inventive enough to write a good long post>>
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 10, 2006 15:46:43 GMT -4
"So much harder than you can imagine, I'd faint if I weren't so manly,"
he said with a laugh. Even he thought that was funny. Flick was much smaller in stature compared to the other boys at the school and he wasn't completly embarassed by it. He thought it made him look more original in way, the fact his blonde hair wasn't in perfect condition, didn't fall into perfect curls or staid completly tamed. The fact that he didn't had rippling muscles naturally, that he had aquired defined arms and uperbody from his own hard work(though his chest was anything but a sixpack with bulging pectorals, he wasn't adolescent boy flat). With one hand he kept his towel up and the other he ran through his blonde hair, his ocean blue eyes staring back into hers.
"You should try it sometime, nothin like bein part of mother nature."
He grinned and gave her a thankful nod as he took the robe from her, dropping the towel without embarassment, esposing himself for a blink of a moment and pulled on the robe.
"Jeremy Swanson..don't call me that though, I go by flick," he said grinning at her and winking alittle, "Pleasures all mine."
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 10, 2006 16:05:12 GMT -4
She stared him right in the eyes as he dropped his towel and put on her robe.
“Oh yes, you simply eminate the very being of manlyness. You can keep it.” She smirked, referring to her robe. She teased him playfully, unable to help herself from prying into his emotions. He didn't seem to be offended by her comment, instead, he seemed to be amused. You didn't have to be an empath to see that.
"Flick? Let me guess, because you can be flicked around? Clever.” She smiled.
This guy was amazingly self-assured and that’s the exact emotion he gave off. He did have his own original style, she had to give him that. And he didn’t seem intimidated by her stare, infact; he matched it with one of his own. He was…intriguing. And funny. Walking back over to her guitar, she sat down on the tabletop and leaned back on her elbows. Her brown hair fanned out beneath her as she flopped onto her back and strummed her guitar some more. I should’ve left him up in the tree…then he’d be forced to be an audience. She was aware, however, that he wasn’t leaving as she zoned off in her own musical world. Instead, she sat down on the bench, watching her play. She was caught off guard, actually having someone listen for once, and stopped playing.
“What? No sarcastic remark?” She raised her eyebrows.
Up until today, most kids passed her by. Since she didn’t flaunt he powers like others, many were uninterested. Maybe that’s why she had joined the cross country team. Why did she run? She told herself she was running towards something. A brighter future that began with this school and new friends. But she often suspected she was running away from the past which she was unwilling to face.
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 11, 2006 9:48:16 GMT -4
"Well yes, its not a very good nickname but its not like I picked you, if I had it'd probably have been something along the lines of: Stud McStudferson. But alas no one consulted me when the seniors named me flick. Doesn't really make sense actually."
He said with a shrug fidgiting with a button the cloak. Though he didn't practice it much, Flick was able to grow extremly large but was afraid to because he didn't have as much control over that power. No, it seemed the bigger he got the angrier he got. And no one wanted an oversized Jeremy Swanson running around tearing heads off of bodies and knocking down trees. Oh no. So he utalized the other side of his power the light side, the fun side. Plus he liked the little moments, secretly, were he wasn't seen. Where he could just be amongst the blades of grass or sit in a mouse hole inside the school and be completly alone. After all, in Hawthorne there was almost no place you could go to be completly and utterly alone.
Jer watched her pick up her guitar and go back to the picnic table, returning to her previous thoughts before he approached. Uhhh awkward much?What was he supposed to do now? Leave? Stand there dumbly like he was now? Yeah the second sounded much better, after all he didn't know if those girls would be inside the school, waiting for him patiently. Guitar was a nice instrument, he found it a little commercial or whatever but then he did prefer the drums. Atleast the drums you could go crazy on, without ever having to get off your ass. But she was good or at least could play which was more than you could say for ol' Flick.
"Well I mean you were a little flat but I wasn't gunna say anything."
He said with a small smile
"I'm hurt! How could you ever think I'd say anything negative when you don't even know me," He folded his hands dramatically over his heart and snickered a bit, taking a step forward and sitting on the table a little ways from her eventually he planned no scooting closer, "Your good for a girl."
Now you can deny it all you want, but you know most teenage boys make comments such as these. And were any of them prepared for the reprecausions? Usually no, but Flick had made so many of these comments to so many girls he was used to the slaps bites kicks and pinches that came afterwards. Or the verbal back lash. He hated that the worst. Jeremys one true hate in the world, other than the few people he despised, was verbal abuse. It reminded him too much of his father, a man he was prepared to forget.
{AcK! SHORT!}
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 13, 2006 12:55:21 GMT -4
“Well, Flick is a better nickname than any of the ones I’ve had…” She sighed, shaking her head.
When she had first come to the school as a year ago, the other students that the Dean had rehabilitated on a small building off campus had learned of her power. Well, really she had told them, but at the time she didn’t know any better. They began by calling her intrusive and simply stayed away from her. But as she began practicing the channeling aspects of her powers, and more dangerous things happened, they brought out words that ranged from everything from bitch, to monster. Most of the students hadn’t been able to be “rescued” enough to come to the school, and the ones who had thankfully didn’t remember her, though she suspected the Dean had something to do with that as well.
Molly hardly realized how awkward the situation had gotten as she played, and she was too wrapped up in her thoughts to care. When she looked up again, he was smirking. “Flat huh?” She surprised herself with a smile. Usually, any comments about her guitar were off limits and she’d have to deck the guy. But he didn’t seem too serious about it.
“See I think I know you perfectly well…” She smirked, allowing herself to have some fun; she pried into Flick’s personality.
“You’re a fun-loving kind of guy, who tries to compensate for…size with jokes and mischievous actions. You’re outwardly adventurous, slightly egotistical and…” She was picking up some serious emotions of scorn building up inside him, and she immediately blocked off his emotions, praying she hadn’t made him mad. After all, she was just kidding around. Although she could read emotions, minds were a total mystery and she could only imagine what was going on through his.
“I’m sorry. That was rude.” She looked at her feet, wondering how many potential friends she was going to loose at this school because of her natural curiosity and her stupid power that allowed her to snoop.
Right before her powers became uncontrollable, she had a best friend, Megan. They had been M&M, no matter how corny it sounded. Molly would often mess around with Megan, claiming that she was a mind reader for always knowing what her best friend was feeling. And it worked, for a while. Until one day, Molly sensed a horrible truth. Megan came over to play one day, feeling very withdrawn and confused. Molly picked up her best friends dilemma right away, and saw the bruises. After putting two and two together she asked Megan if her parents were abusing her. Megan exploded in rage due to the accusation that was obviously true, and so ended their “forever” friendship in the blink of an eye. Talk about de ja vu.
She looked up again, shocked to see that he wasn’t leaving. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was smiling, almost laughing…
“What?”
-ew....short as well...must be an epidemic-
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 15, 2006 16:37:28 GMT -4
"True I guess its better than if they had named me Teenyweeny or itsybitsy or something real homo like that."
True. The more he thought about it, however, Stud Mcstudferson was sounding better to him. HE was quiet studly. Or atleast he liked to think so. Others would argue. Others meaning most. Deep deep deeepppp down Flick knew he wasn't the most attractive man on earth, but like most boys he had an ego beyond this world. Thinking about Stud McStudferson, made him think of Jeremy, another name. When was the last time anyone had actually called him that? Hm....that was a tough one. The dean often called him JEremy or Mr.Swanson, but the students? Flick doubted they even knew his real name, and none of them ever seemed to care enough to ask for his real name.
Wow. The truth hurts. Sort of? Kinda? Well, not really. Actually it was nothing he hadn't heard before, egotistical? Check. Compensation (FALSE) but check. Outwardly adventurous? Man well that was a new one. More of a compliment than an insult if thats how she meant it. Not to good as this teasing thing was she? but then it was adorable how she tried. And kind of funny. Did she apologize to him? Wow. Well thats NEVER happened. Raising an eyebrow he frowned pretending to be very upset.
"You should be. Damn, I expect that kind of thing from Jadezilla but not from you," His thick Louisiana accent coming through, "Ineed a moment."
He bit his bottom lip and made a whimpering sound, drawing on memories of his mother to conjure up a tear or two, looking back at her so she could see the saltywater dribble off his cheek. The covered his face in the cloak, wiping it off and then smiled into the cloth, rising his head slowly chuckling. Chuckling turned to laughing. And man did he laugh, he laughed and laughed till he was holding his sides and finally he setteled down, leaning against the table and grinning.
"Man you've got me to the T darlin. Mind reader or what? I mean you seen what I got up my sleeve, what is it exactly you do?"
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 15, 2006 17:19:50 GMT -4
Molly fiddled with her dark hair, her eyes on the ground as he lectured her. Who was Jadezilla? She thought back to the list of names on The Team roster, recalling that a girl named Jade had been on it, and she hadn't. She stole her thoughts away, looking back up at him. He was smiling.
"Ok, Teenyweeny, Flick...Jeremy. You've had your moment. Are you done laughing at me?"
Apparently no. He laughed harder. The bench shook. But she knew he wasn't laughing at her persay, more like at how ridiculous this situation had turned. Molly smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up from a pout to a full on grin. She had to admit, she was a little ridiculous. Ok, maybe a lot ridiculous. Did she really think she had hurt this guys feelings? She let a giggle escape her lips, mostly amused at how amusing he found himself. She had a real chuckles on her hands. She let her giggles cease, taking a moment to realize how they had closed a little of the space between them during the fit of hysteria. However, just as she was about to wonder what exactly this guy was up to, they arrived at the question that was bound to pop up sometime.
What do you do?
She could lie, boy could she lie. She could fabricate that wonderful power-channeling lie like she told every other student who came her way. But then, some how, she didn't feel that he could care all too much. While other's had found her obnoxious and intrusive, he seemed to care less. After all, she was no more intrusive than a mind reader. Then again, she wasn't used to just spouting out her powers to anyone who came her way. She had caused too many problems because of them.
"Che faccio? ..." She shook her head, not realizing that she was speaking out loud, and in italian no less. Italian she had picked up from her Grandmother, before she passed.
"Oh, um...well..."
No time like the present. If she was going to make any friends this semester, and yes, she was intent on making some, she would have to come clean.
"I'm an empath. You know, I do the whole reading your feelings thing with the extra baggage of channeling your powers. So are you from the south? I recognize the accent." She wrinkled her nose and titled her head in question, breezing through the topic like it didn't matter, when really she was a nervous wreck.
Why? Like she could tell you. Molly's past was a such a whirlwind that she constantly avoided, half the mannerism she had were accredited to it. Her knack of not speaking of her family, her need to run cross country, even her way of usually being a loner. Not this year. She looked at him in the eyes, practically daring him to run away in disgust like others had when they feared she would use their own power against them. Her icy blue eyes met his, and he matched the stare for a second time that day.
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 18, 2006 17:45:05 GMT -4
"Alm...hahahaha....ost.......hahahaha."
Flick held on to his sides and leaned against the table his laughter shaking it. God, that was good. Him, be angry? Not very likely. If he was, he'd probably be about 7 feet tall by now. That was what happened, its why he didn't inlarge himself very often. When he was angry, he went big, the bigger he got the angrier he got, the meaner he got the more damage would be done. Thats why, if you ever see a smile wiped from his face, the shine from his eyes, and the corners of his mouth vacant of all happiness, run like hell. This bitch gunna blow. Calming down, he placed his beautiful rear end on the table and glanced at her. my my they were sitting close. Hehehehe.
"I'm an empath. You know, I do the whole reading your feelings thing with the extra baggage of channeling your powers.
Wow. Jeremy wasn't exactly sure how to react. His smile slowly faded, though remained in his eyes as he looked at her and then the ground. So, she could read his mind? Or just his soul? His feelings? So like, if he scraped his knee, she could feel his pain? Shit that must suck. But does she feel the physical pain or the mental pain. As much as Jer loved his powers, he always thought his were kinda lame in comparison to other peoples theres. But hers, well hers were one that he didn't wish he pocessed. Sounded....spooky.
"Shit...." he said and then paused before smiling and looking at her, "Actually thats kind cool, so you can tell when people are lying and nervous and shit. You must not get fooled by peoles intentions huh?"
He raised an eyebrow slightly. How curious she was. And how uncomfortable she seemed with herself. Did her own pain hurt her twice as much as anyone elses? And could she take othes pain away and onto herself? Could she,a s an empath, take someones pride, the pride they feel, and build it into her own pride? Why did he suddenly have some many questions for her? Shit this never happened before, he was curious sure, but not usually so much about one person. He could tell she was uncomfortable when she changed the subject,
"I'm from Louisianna. I keep forgettin my accent must seem so thick to everyone round here."
It was slightly embarassing but he liked it. Made him stick out, considering his looks didn't really. Of course Flick thought himself a hot number but if I've said it onces i've said it a million times he was pretty plain in comparison to others. So the accent was all he was ridin on. That and his crazy antics.
"And you, where ya from?"
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 18, 2006 18:41:20 GMT -4
Molly barely heard what he said. Caught unawares, a swarm of emotions came gushing out of him, practically knocking her over. Questions, so many questions, coupled with confusion, and mostly curiosity. But something else was there as well, almost like a fascination and fixation but something more, maybe. Focusing for a second, Molly shook of his feelings, focusing on her own instead. What was that look he was giving her? And why did she want to make him laugh again? He had a great sense of humor, that was for sure. And he was comfortable enough in his own skin to not care about what she could do.
"No, I'm not easily fooled by anyone's intentions." She raised her eyebrows right back at him, smirking.
Another wave of emotions hit her. This boy, was probably the most curious guy she'd ever met. Usually, she couldn't read the minds of those around her, but the questions that Flick was thinking were practically read on his face. It didn't take an empath OR a psychic to figure him out sometimes.
"I can feel all kinds of things...physically and emotionally." She looked around and pointed to a girl not too far off. She concentrated on the girl and immediately felt a searing pain in her jaw.
"That chick has a toothache," she nodded matter-of-factly.
She looked back at him, and he seemed sort of surprised. She couldn't help a smile forming on her lips. She liked to shock people. That's why she had first gotten the word "love" tattooed on her left wrist. It was a bold statement, but she liked it.
"And while I can't exactly take people's emotions from them, I can channel their emotions to a kind of create an active power of my own, kind of like telepathy. The Dean has even taught me to channel the powers of others. Like your size shifting. But I'm not that good..." She trailed off, noticing she was rambling. This subject usually made her uncomfortable, but his acceptance made it a little easier. Not even half the teacher's knew as much as he now knew.
She looked back up at him, contemplating what she knew already. He was funny, and from the deep south and what...he could manipulate his size? However, as little as she knew about him, she did know one thing. They were going to be close. No way he would learn a secret of hers and then never speak to her again. Everything she'd picked up about him told her he wouldn't do that. She ran a hand through her hair, deciding to steer the topic back toward Louisiana...he seemed proud of his heritage, his accent. She giggled again.
"Louisiana, huh? Wow, sound a lot more exciting than boring old Maryland. Although, I must say, we do have good crabs. You all in the south surprise me. All that spicy food and sauce and you haven't ever heard of Ol' Bay on crabs." She stuck her tongue out at him, wrinkling her nose. Her father always told her she had a button nose...
Molly shook her head, forcing the past away once again.
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The Amazing Flick
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I am awesome, and you know it...your just jealous because even when I shrink mines bigger than yours
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 19, 2006 16:00:48 GMT -4
"That must make things easier eh? Never having to second guess anyone or being fooled by anyone. You pretty much know from a simple handshake whether to trust them or not."
Jeremy looked thoughtfully at her and then out across the grounds. Man, they sure were empty. Usually it seemed a rare thing indeed to find yourself alone in Hawthorne. Not that he was alone of course but...well usually every inch of the grounds were covered with teenagers making out or running after each other, playing with their powers or playing some sort of game. Flick himself had never bene very athletic. He loved watching baseball though, and was a huge Yankees fan. Even when he lived in Louisianna, he'd walk about two miles to watch a yanks game on someones TV (as his family didn't really have one till about a year before eh was kicked out).
"I can imagine the physical thing must hurt alot eh? I mean, if someone gets a papercut you can feel with right? or stubs their toe? Like theres not enough for you to worry bout yourself huh?"
Jeremy glanced at her and then let out a laugh rubbing the back of his neck a little nervously. This was about as serious as he got and he even shocked himself with all the questions. He was curious by nature but he usually kept his questions to himself. So why was it now he yearned to get answers? Maybe because she didn't seem so disgusted by him? Or because she seemed kind of sad and he felt like he needed to cheer her up? Her sadness inthralled him. HOw could anyone be sad in a place like this? IT was freedom, an escape from the horrors of the outside world.
"Sorry, I should stop. Aint my business."
Flickeroo let out a sigh and leaned back on the table. She had a nice speaking voice, not deep and sultry like BLairs of course, but nice to hear. Not coated with ice like Jadezilla or squeeky like that girl..oh whats her face....Hailey? Harley? Something like that. She could take his power? Well that was a little intense. Why should would want to grow really big and not be in control of any of her emotions was beyond him. Flick often called his larger self, the hulk. An alter ego kind of. ONce he was large, there was no calming him down till he smashed something or cracked a head open. Another reason he prefered to stay small. Plus...being small got you into the girls bathroom.
"Maryland? Crabs?" He snickered, 'You want real food come to Louisianna. Nothing better in the world, cept maybe a slice of pizza here. But otherwise nothin comes close."
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 20, 2006 9:38:51 GMT -4
"You think it makes things easier?" She suppressed a snort. Hardly. In fact, if anything, it made things harder.
Even socially, if she walked into a party and she caught the vibes of two people making out on the couch, she would suddenly be filled with lust and attack the first guy she saw. If a serial killer was walking down her street in a rage, she same rage would fill her and she could cause serious damage. It got worse with people with broken leg's or collar bones, and there were days when she didn't know how to block these things out that she would stay in bed for days.
"Well, it used to be pretty bad, but things are getting better now that I'm learning to control it...I mean, I can pretty much block out any emotion unless its so strong its practically consuming that particular person on the inside." She shrugged, feeling truly grateful for all the guidance the dean had shown her.
She sensed that he was still confused, and smiled. It took some getting used to, her power was pretty complicated.
"I don't mind. It's actually kind of nice having someone to tell and not have them,glare at me and storm off." She smiled again, having some curiosity of her own. He had so many questions, and seemed generally interested in what she had to say. Plus, he had a way of making her forget all the bad in her past, which god only knows she needed.
Molly leaned back on her elbows, resting against the table top. She tilted her head back and listened to him talk about Louisiana. Her smiled stayed as she soaked up the rays of sun that weren't blocked by the trees, enjoying the almost comical southern drawl that he had. Usually she couldn't stand an accent like that, It was very red-neck. But his wasn't too over the top, and she figured she probably had a little bit of a northern accent, if such one existed.
"Isn't it all just gumbo and chili down south?" She smiled, practically tasting the spices of the south. I would kill for a pizza with jalapeno's on it...
"But see, if you want real seafood, come to Maryland. Chesapeake Bay food is the best." She smiled at him.
-ew, short and bad- -pokes...- -drums fingers- waits response
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