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Post by Cyborg on Oct 30, 2011 14:44:11 GMT -5
I look around at D'Albert's front garden. The flowers are beautiful, but...will my peers think I am? I stand here in MY skin, no one else's. My blue skin stands out among everyone else. As I look around I watch as a car almost hits a woman. I rush over.
"Hi are you okay? Do you need any medical attention? That was insane! By the way I'm Dominique, I'm a new student here."
I reach my hand out to the woman.
I wander throughout the 'campus' of D'Albert's. I see a boy and as I walk past him I begin to feel immense pain in my head. I clutch at my skull and double over. He must have some sort of light in or around him. Great, now school's going to suck.
This place is so strange. And of course, now that I'm here, it's dangerous. These people have no clue the danger they could be in. Hopefully they are smart enough to stay away from me. I walk up the front steps as people rush by, here comes the fun.
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Post by Bacon on Oct 30, 2011 15:52:59 GMT -5
I’m shaken from my thoughts by a voice asking if I’m okay. I’m already here. I must have been running even faster than I thought. Regaining my senses, I clasp the student’s hand and give it a single shake.
“I’m Typha; Typha Storm,” I reply, “Thanks, but I think I’m good. I just got lost in my thoughts.”
Something about the student strikes me as odd, and it wasn’t her skin color. I’ve met many students with unusual colors of skin during my time at D’albert’s, but with Dominique, there was something in the way she looked at me. Maybe it was just new student jitters.
I take a moment to catch my breath before walking to the school building. Several students are milling about outside, so the bell can’t have rung already. Well, either that, or the new class slacks off even more than I do.
“I can’t believe I’m actually on time,” I mutter to myself. Maybe the sun rose earlier than normal today. It just didn’t make sense that I would wake up early enough to actually arrive on time for once.
Turning back to my new acquaintance, I add aloud, “So, where are you from, Dom?”
((Wasn't sure if Dominique was currently male or female, but I guessed female.))
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 30, 2011 17:42:48 GMT -5
"Typha? What a lovely name! Well Typha it's good to hear you are okay, that was a close call!"
Is Typha staring at my skin? She must think I'm a freak! Oh God! I shouldn't be here... I should just leave. I don't belong! Come on Dominique, control yourself, it's okay. Nothing has been said about your blueness yet. Just....say something!
"Well my family is from a place called New Orleans. But.. it was destroyed. I was born not far from here in the town of Jeffersonfield. What about you? And...if you don't mind my asking... not to be rude, but why are you here? Are you special like me?"
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Post by Naga on Oct 30, 2011 19:11:41 GMT -5
I saw them coming, the people approaching the school. I don't know who was who; They were still too far away. But among them, I knew that there were...
My friends. My specimens.
I strummed my bass, waiting for my friends to come along.
I stared out over the school grounds, waiting for the bell to ring. This day better be fascinating.
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Post by Samichi on Oct 30, 2011 19:37:19 GMT -5
More people start arriving as I walk around, just listening to my music. It's some soundtrack of a movie I've probably seen. I can't remember which, and don't really care. My thoughts just wander, and I actually let loose some of the hold on my "inner light", I guess you'd call it. It's almost like constantly keeping all the muscles in your body tight. ((I'll probably think of a better analogy later)) I've walked past a lot of people now, but as I approach this one boy, whom I've never seen before, there's just something about him that interests me... Out of the corner of my eye as he passes I see him double over, holding his head. I'm slightly worried that I had done something. Pulling off my headphones at the same time, I turn back to see if he's alright. "Hey, are you ok?" I place my hand on his shoulder.
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Post by Pippa on Oct 30, 2011 20:00:03 GMT -5
Amelia : I had watched Ainsley twitch with nervous and excitement the entire way to the school feeling slightly jealous. I wanted that excitement but all I felt was despair. I did not want to leave the comfort of my home, my shelves of books, only divided by the paintings my sister created. It took all my strength not to pull out my notebook and write a slight twist in our future. Nothing major, I became aware of the grave consequences of a big change the hard way, something slight. Something that would never had caused mother to want to send us away to a boarding school, a big open boarding school with an insignificant library. I knew I was going to school to learn, but it was pointless, they could not teach me anything I had not already taught myself, and if they could it was sure I could learn it just as well if not better in a book. Our driver stopped the car and Amelia gave me a look. What I read in the lines of her face as well as through our bond was a distinct sense of freedom. She wanted to leap from the car and take everything in at once, which is what I assume she did; because by the time I had blinked she was gone, prancing in a nearby garden. I wanted to go explore the halls, fine a good reading nook, but the thought of being alone in such a big place gave me chills. I followed her into the garden, skipping the spinning and laughing and all round giddiness that I did not feel.
Bell: Ah school, the time is nigh again and my excitement was lacking. At least this year I was somewhere new, though it pained me to be so far from my grandmother. I was so used to visiting her in the mornings that it became something of a ritual. Maybe I could send letters and mom could put them on the grave. We were just rounding the corner to enter the gates when some idiot with a bagel ran onto the street causing to driver to honk and swerve. “You should have just hit her, Alan, maybe teach her a lesson,” I said to the driver. He glanced back with a knowing smile, familiar with my quick mouth, and says, “You are red Miss Dee. It is not a suiting colour on you.” I stuck out my tongue and proceeded to pull out my compact in time to watch my eyes fade from red to a darker purple. As I pulled my mind away from thoughts of my deceased grandmother and onto the prospects of eyes candy and sneak away parties at D’Alberts they settled into a pretty light yellow. ((OOC: In case anyone wants to make mention to Bell's eye colour I'll make sure it is said or I note it somewhere))
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 30, 2011 20:38:08 GMT -5
All of a sudden the pain intensified. A boy walks over to see if I'm okay, and I soon realize he is the source of my pain. He must be the light. He touches me and I scream in pain.
" Please, get away!" I rush several feet away from him and the pain dulls a bit.
"Look I'm sorry, I'm okay, it's just...light gives me major migraines..and I sense you are a light. I promise I'm not trying to be rude... it's just my head started to feel like it was on fire, and was exploding at the same time."
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Post by Samichi on Oct 30, 2011 22:12:23 GMT -5
The boy startles me with his scream. I frown as he runs away, and listen to his explanation. I put my hands in my pockets. "Oh okay. That makes sense now." I say with a smile of apology. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cause you so much pain." I try to reign in some of my light. I guess I shouldn't be so careless next time. I put my hands in my pockets. He seems like a nice guy. "You must be my opposite then...dark, I mean. Anyway, I'm Yuuji. Sorry, again..." I won't say my last name unless he asks for it. In case he recognizes it, I don't want to be judged on the first day.
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Post by Bacon on Oct 30, 2011 22:14:39 GMT -5
I shrug when Dominique asks where I am from, and only then notice I don’t have my backpack; I left my books at home.
“I grew up around here, I live just a few blocks away.” In an abandoned apartment complex that’s just on the other side of the slums from here, I decidedly don’t add. I don’t necessarily want people to think I’m wealthy or anything, just not flat broke and homeless, especially since it’s really my fault, because I don’t have a job and never tried to get one. That’s just one more change I’m content to do without.
Dom’s next question throws me for a loop. Am I special? Well, am I? It’s certainly a question I’d never considered before. Although at some point in my life, somebody must have thought that I was ‘Extraordinarily Exceptional’.
“Special? Not really. All I can do is move my body with my mind, just like everyone else.” That wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t exactly false, either. “I also can’t feel pain, which, believe you me, isn’t nearly as handy as it might sound. What about you? I assume you’re not just here because of your, uh, shade of melanin.”
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Post by Naga on Oct 31, 2011 7:01:41 GMT -5
I heard a scream. Could it be that someone has miserably hurt themselves? I can only hope.
My eyes are closed as I play 'Flight of the Bumblebee'. I hope my friends come soon, so they can hear it.
I touch the edge of the roof with my hand, and create some ice. The chill runs through my fingers, slowing my heartbeat. It's a feeling I never tire of. I jump from the roof, creating a slide of ice which I 'skate' on, down to the school grounds. It's nothing fancy, just a straight line of ice. I see the school gardens, and decide that must be where the scream came from. I jump off my ice 'rail', flip once in mid air, and...
My fingers fly over my bass, with a mind of their own. A yellow spark appears, and a bee appears beside me. Of course, I don't see this, as my eyes are closed, but I sense it. I know it. I continue playing, and more bee's appear, swarming around me.
I climb off of the hedge I landed in, careful for my sweater not to get caught. Once on the ground, I dust myself off while I look around, seeing if there is anyone around me.
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 31, 2011 14:45:44 GMT -5
There is a mystery about Typha. Whether it be something natural about her, or the fact she may be hiding part of who she is, I'm not sure.
" Can't feel pain? So if you were to say.... step on a pointy rock you wouldn't feel any pain from it? I can see how that might be a problem. And no I'm not special just because I'm blue. I can...well I can do this."
I concentrate and as I do my skin cells seem to flip over, causing a ripple effect over my body. As the skin settles I look exactly like Typha. I begin to speak, my voice matching Typha's.
" I can change my appearance and voice at will. Not too exciting."
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I smile at Yuuji.
"It's okay, it's not your fault, you didn't know. I'm Damon and yes I'm dark. I control darkness, I am darkness. And I swear, I'm not depressed!" I manage an awkward laugh.
" Are you new here? I am...don't really know where I'm going." I stand there looking confused, hoping Yuuji may know where to go.
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Post by Mira on Oct 31, 2011 14:45:57 GMT -5
“Why be stuck on the ground forever when you could be in the air?” I replied back to the boy. As I stood up and began to watch on the branch. “I’m Ainsley by the way, first time basically being out of my house. Sorry if I seem a little crazy, kind of excited.” I was about to ask his name when my foot slipped from the branch and went tumbling down, instead of shrieking which I assumed was normal, I was yelling sounds of enjoyment. I couldn’t help it the feeling of the wind on me was so cool! Luckily for me I landed in a comfy bush and only got a few minor scratches.
Dusting myself off, I got up with a jump, “What’s your name?” “Oh and here,” I said as I rummaged through my bag and found the piece of paper I was looking for. It was a picture of the guy and his friend from earlier laughing. “I just did a quick sketch with pencil hope it was okay,” I said with a smile.
Turning to Amelia I said, “Sorry Gemina, my bad. Come introduce yourself he seems nice,” I smiled.
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Post by Bacon on Oct 31, 2011 20:05:01 GMT -5
For a moment I feel like I'm staring into a mirror. It's only thanks to my asymmetrical gloves that I realize what happened. This girl can copy people. I almost laugh when I hear Dom say that what she can do isn’t ‘exciting’.
“Are you kidding me? That’s about the most useful thing you can have. If you don’t feel like going to school you can just knock out your teacher, disguise yourself as him and excuse the entire class. And don’t even get me started on ways you can infiltrate government buildings.” If Dominique doesn’t think her ability is all that special, could it be that I’m more special than I realize? Out of the corner of my eye I notice a student riding a stretch of ice off of the roof. I turn to look in that direction and see a young man climbing out of a hedge.
“What a weirdo,” I note. “Ice guys always finish last, ‘cause they always goof off like that.” I wasn’t sure if I was saying this to Dominique, to myself, or to the molecules in the air around me. Didn’t matter. Whoever was listening would hear it, and whoever wasn’t wouldn’t.
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 31, 2011 20:22:39 GMT -5
" I guess you're right, it has uses, but I don't think it's that fantastic or special or anything. " It's nice to know that someone thinks I'm special. And it's not even because I'm a blue freak. I look in the same direction of Typha's glance to see a boy riding an ice slide of sorts.
" Ice guys finish last? That's that's such a horrible pun it's actually kind of funny." I chuckle lightly. " Should we go see what's going on? r just give him the cold shoulder?" I wait to see if the bad attempt at humor worked.
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Post by Naga on Oct 31, 2011 22:24:25 GMT -5
The bees buzz around me, their wing beats matching my music. They almost seem like they're gleefully drinking in my music like it's nectar. My eyes slowly open to that which is around me. I'm happy to see the bees dancing at first, that is before...
I finish dusting myself off. Now, where is the injured person? I glance to the right, and see nothing. I glance over to the left, and see two symmetrical girls talking to each other and - I don't know if it's just me, but - I think they're stealing small glances at me. Huh. How could the two be perfectly the same? Even in twins... that is quite impossible. Hmm. Well, there are two possible answers;
One, is that one of the two girls is a shape shifter, and decided to copy the other. Two is that I hit the bottles a little harder then I thought I did last night. Hmmp.
Must be number two. I act like I never saw the two, and start walking off to the right. Before, of course...
I fall...
...onto my Butt. The bees surprised me; I knew I made them, and they wouldn't harm me... But I was still surprised. I stand up, dusting myself off. Hopefully nobody saw. The bees have dissipated into nothing already.
...onto my face. Wow; first the twins that obviously aren't twins, now I'm tripping over nothing. Great. I solemnly swear to myself to stop drinking! So much, at least.
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