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Black Harmony (PG-16)

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OOC: Max, I can't make sense of your post. @@

IC: "What did you want to talk about?" I asked as I turned to face the young boy, smiling slightly. It was rare that anyone wanted to have a conversation with me, let alone a boy at his age. He reminded me of my little brother as well, though he was killed during a battle a long time ago. Maybe my lonliness would soon end...
 
As Mist was walking, she was tripped by a younger boy, who laughed and ran away. As she was falling, she threw one of her book (Accidentally of course), and it went flying towards the boy talking to the Cat-hatted girl was talking to. "Ahh!" Thud-she hit the floor, face first. "Ow..this should be interesting..." She mumbled under her breath, and Let her head hit the floor. She jumped up, and ran over to the boy the book flew at. "Did that hit you!? I'm really sorry..." She muttered, hanging her head.
 
OOC: Someone has run into someone else... about 4 times now... -.-
 
OOC: Mist was tripped. NOT ran in to. There's a diffrence >.>; so it's 3.
 
The door!

Immediately, Rachel ceased training and demanded her powers return to the innermost depths of her body. She turned her gaze to the intruder and felt a haunting chill run down her spine, this girl must have seen her practicing and advertising her powers, she felt like such a fool to believe that she would have been left alone on the first day of the school term, she inwardly cursed herself.

Clearing her throat, she walked sluggishly over to the girl who had in the mean time, been collecting a ball from the ball room just to the back of where Rachel had been training. She swung her arms at her sides in a lazy movement and came up to her side.

?Um?you didn?t?y?know?see anything, right?? She asked, foolishly, hope etched her voice though she knew it not to be true, of course the girl had seen it, she had walked right passed her, there was no doubting that she had at least seen the purple blaze that surrounded the hall.

?I mean?you know, if you did?you won?t go telling anyone, will ya? Because,? she broke into nervous laughter and placed a hand on the girl?s shoulder ?they would just think me a freak, y?know?it ain?t every day you meet someone that can do that?

Removing her hand, she ran tanned fingers through her mousey hair and sighed ?Ah what do I care?I can take on anyone who dares call me a freak,? she snapped her fingers ?as easy as that!?
 
ooc: Welcome to the club Yukito... to the club of people that can't understand my posts...

I was going to explain that I was lost to the girl... until I felt another pain in my head. "hmmm... nice book..." I whispered to myself as I rubbed my head again. I picked up the book that hit me and then saw the girl that was the ownder of the book. "yes that DID hit me... oh whatever... I'm used to get hit..." I said as I handed over the book to the girl.

I suddenly remembered the girl I was talking to earlier. "um, yea... I was wondering if you can tell me where the boys' dorms are... I'm lost and new here" I explained to the girl. "I mean... you look like you know this school very well..." I kept talking to the girl.
 
Taiki was walking down the hall, her knices and the big red ball had dissapeared and she was now bored. "Hmm, I wonder if the music room is empty" she said to herself turning around and walking toward the music room. Under her mask her eyes were blank and dull as though all the fun of the knives had just dried up. When she reached the door of the music room she paused for a moment and then pushed it open not really thinking about much just to get into the music room and maybe sing a little if no one was there.
 
"Are you hurt? I'm so sorry... I didn't mean it! I tripped...and..." Mist asked, panicked. "I'm soooooo sorry....please forgive me!" She apologized frantically. She was really sorry. "I'm such an Idiot. " She slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand.
 
I heard the other girl ,the owner of the flying book, still apologizing. "it's okay... I'm used to it... I already told you... no big deal..." I told her as I sighed with a slightly smiling. So... I didn't know who I was talking there... oh well... I was sure the girl with the book understood... man, I really wanted to go to my dorm... and so I waited for the girl in purple clothes to answer me.
 
"Are you looking for the Boy's dorms? They're that way." She pointed in the direction of the girls dorm, Mistakenly of course. "They are that way. Mist felt a little better because she saw him smiling. She brushed off the covers of her book, and checked to see it wasn't hurt.
 
The warming air rolled across my face as i made my way around the school grounds. As I walked, i found myself dodging confrontation with the other students. I just want some friends, just one atleast... My eyes wandered through small groups of kids, hoping to see someone i might have met before. But I had never really talked to any students before.

A graceful breeze washed over me as the familiar cold steel blades began eating away at my arm. "...!" Gasping from the sudden grip of pain i fell to my knees. I couldn't move, hide, I collapsed. Trickles of crimson webbed my right arm, everything dimmed.....
 
Dylan beamed brightly, any fool can see that he was barely able to retain his excitement. "See, see, I have this six brothers who were mean to you so I wanted to apologize to you for whatever they had done. They're really jerks; one time, at this all boys school, they couldn't even shut their mouths about my identity and there were literally hundreds of students-"

He had an abrupt and slightly lengthy pause, giving her an anxious chuckle, before shrugging what he had said away. He was saying so many things, there was a good chance that she wasn't even paying much attention. "Anyways, I wanna be your friend, too! I know you might think this is weird, but it's really the least I can do after the trouble my stupid brothers caused you!" He chuckled again, laughing at himself for being silly, blunt, and really weird. But he simply wanted to make a friend, this girl specifically. He might not be the smartest, but somehow, he saw sadness in her eyes and he wanted to change it into pure bliss.
 
Sinos turned to Rachel and smiled, her eyes locked onto Rachel's and anyone would guess she was blind given that the iris was solid, but it's color was the abnormal part about it. "Don't worry, i won't tell anyone" She said and then stepped back and tossed the soccer ball up in the air, catching it on he rhead and balancing it.

For some reason, she liked to do this with every spherical object she came in contact with... she bounced it on her head for a moment, then bounced it a bit high, stepping back and catching it on her knee, then bouncing it down to her foot. After that, she kicked it into the air and over her, caught it on her heel, then kicked it back on top of her head and balanced it, then just let it roll off and caught it in her hand.

Sinos didn't know why she just did that... shaking her head, she turned around after waving to Rachel and headed for the door, then, just to freak her out, she established a one way mental link with the girl and spoke to her telepathically. ~By the way, if you want ot join me for a round of either soccer or boxing, you're more than welcome~
 
"You want to be my... friend?" I repeated, tossing his apology aside. Those past incidents were really something I didn't want to discuss. "Okay, let's be friends." Things were going to turn around this year, that's for sure. I just hoped he wouldn't get caught up in my 'work'. I looked into his eyes briefly. They seemed very sincere. "So, what shall we do?"
 
I saw that the girl I asked for directions, was then talking to someone else, a boy. I slowly and silently walked away... I actually didn't hear what the girl with the book said. But just some minutes after, I found my dorm. "well... atleast one friend in the first day is pretty a good record for me..." I sighed as I opened the door and closed after I walked in. With a single jump I landed on the top bunk and looked at the ceiling.

I sighed and thought... well... I came here for something... oh yeah!. I quickly rolled sideways just to land with a loud 'thud' on the floor. I looked in my backpack for a really important thing I had since I was 7. I almost ripped the whole backpack until I finally used static to pull out a triangle made of pure silver. As soon I had it in my hand, I walked out of my dorm again. I locked it and put the triangle in the pocket of my long coat, and the key in the other one. I happily whistled as I walked away... again... off to wander around. As I walked... I felt stronger, like if I could take over the world... but I also felt happier.... everything just after the triangle was with me.
 
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Name: Pat Heisman
Gender: Male
Place coming from: USA
Age: 16
Appearence: Has green eyes, medium length untended blackish brown hair and wears a black T-shirt. Ripped jeans, aviator sunglasses and a digital watch complete his attire.
Personality: Cocky, selfish. Won't do anything unless it benefits him.
other: As an infant, Pat showed odd skills. Fires started wherver the child was left alone, yet no lighters or matches to be found. The government snatched the baby from its family and took it to a secret government facility. The scientists subjected the baby to many cruel expiraments to try to unlock its full pyrokinetic power.

At age 7, after years of the cruel expiramentation, the child escaped from the government lab.The child was foudn wandering the streets of a city and was put into an orphanage. The child was adopted by a rich investor, which would give rise to Pat's cocky attitude over time.

When his pyrokinesis started acting up again, Pat journeyed to the Black Harmony school, hoping to learn to control his fiery powers.
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Pat strolled across the campus of his new school. The students bustling around didn't look abnormal...but they had to be...or else they wouldn't be here. The gentle breeze ruffled Pat's dark colored hair as he looked around.

Pat's hair burst into flame as he passed a tree with several students huddled in its shade. Sudden as it was, it didn't suprise him, it happened all the time. People looked at him with confused glances on their faces, whispers could be heard. Pat violently shook his head, putting out the flames. And lo and behold, his hair didn't suffer a bit.

Pat turned to a group of young girls that were staring at him. Pat looked annoyed and said angrily, "You like that? I can set your hair on fire if you want me to!"

The girls ran away from him, and Pat continued his stroll. He kept walking until he saw someone lying on the ground. It was a kid that looked like himself, except with silvery highlights in his hair and was a bit taller than he. Something odd about this boy, the sleeves of his overcoat were soaked in blood.

Pat bent over and asked, "Dude...are you ok?"

No response, the body lay there in a puddle of blood growing from the left side. Pat spoke again, "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Still no response.

Pat said, "Fine, I'll just have to wake you up."

Pat stood up and held up his hands, palms open. One fireball formed over each hand, and he tossed them in unison at the unconcious body.
 
I felt something, heat. Slowly i was able to open my eyes, realizing two firebalss were hurdling at me. My left arm began to churn with pain again, this time I felt control.

Two chains speared the fire, releasing sparks and cinders into the air. I had no idea who this kid was, but i was in no mood for it. "Die!" I gripped his throat, through my chians i felt his pulse, loss of breath. A small crowd had began to grow around us. I ignored them, three more chains extended from my arm. These slowly climbed the kid, squeezing harder as my anger rose.
 
Pat clutched his throat as the chains wrapped themselves around his body. Pat coughed when the chains as they coiled themselves around his neck, squeezing his Adam's Apple. The spectators marveled at this boy's chains, but Pat was in no position to admire their power.

Unbeknowst to the chain wielder, a flurry of blue fireballs were forming behind him. The crowd stepped back, not wanting to be anywhere near those flames. The fireballs circled the boy, slowly moving toward him.

The chains tightened their hold on Pat, breathing was becoming more difficult by the second. Pat squirmed, but he couldn't break the bonds ensnaring him. He kept struggling, but eventually his body fell limp. The fireballs circling the other boy suddenly extinguished. As Pat fell to the ground, he thought to himself, What a great year this is turning out to be...
 
As I wandered around, I saw a crowd was looking at something. I tried to guess what was happening, until I saw Chris holding another boy with some chains. "stop!" I yelled at Chris. I was not going to reveal one of my powers, static. But if there was no other choice... I wished that people believed I could use telekinesis instead of static.
 
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