Gilded Halls ★ IC

Alicea couldn't stand it anymore. She had to get out of this classroom. She had freaked everyone out enough. She mumbled something apologetic to Nathan and got up, walking out of the classroom, her head hanging, looking at the floor. She winced as she tripped over a desk and nearly fell over. Oh god she was trapped in some kind of nightmare! She had to get away! She finally reached out and opened the door, finally free of the classroom. She leaned against the wall and looked down at her hands. Oh god she was so cold! She shivered, so cold and lightheaded she could barely walk. She had used too much of her powers...

"Uhg..." she mumbled weakly to herself, one hand on the wall, bracing herself as she began to walk in a random direction, not quite sure where she was going. She needed some heat. She had never felt this cold before. Somehow, she found herself at a door and pushed it open. She saw some chairs, and water, and a little bit away from there a few trees... Was she at the pool? Great... A public place she could embarrass herself further. She staggered to the closest unoccupied chair and collapsed on it, letting herself just lay in the sun and soak it up, slowly warming her. She... kind of lay back, eyes fluttering closed. Yup... She was out of it. She had to remember not to try doing that much again. Granted she had no choice. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, all the other students would see was a cute girl in a cute two piece bathing suit relaxing in a deck chair near the pool. That just begged for someone to talk to her. Still, what else could she do?
 

Manchester O'Brien // Gilded Halls

why not call beakers 'glass cups?'


Nobody took much notice of Manchester. Most people were bustling around after taking their time to stare at their glass things. Some were just walking around. But nobody took no notice of Manchester. No, not single one. Which was perfectly fine for him. He entered the room and took a seat nearest to the door. He checked his pockets for his phone then suddenly remembered he actually left them in his room. Oh hell.

That was when he noticed the writings on the board. A curvy line of text was written on the whiteboard. If Manchester could guess, a woman wrote it. No man alive is able to write as womanly like that.

We are part of nature, nature is part of us. Within each and every person is the ability to control nature, to a limited degree.

Choose your beaker wisely. Not every road leads to success.

Huh. That explains the glass things, which were apparently called beakers. Manchester stood up and headed for the front desk. There were several beakers on top of it, although the one containing matches seemed to be less than the other.So we just try to control this? Elements 101, huh.

Manchester considered his choices carefully. There seemed to be no teacher around so it would not hurt if he took his time in picking. Also, nobody would mind if he leave the room early. Now, let's see. Fire had been the popular choice, I guess, seeing as it has fewer number of beakers than other. Manchester imagined himself controlling fire, having volcanoes erupt in the background. A perfect way to end his tricks, but no. It seemed to comic. Water. That would be cool, although he could not see himself controlling it. He let his hand hover over the beaker of water, just to see if he could get a reaction. Nothing.

"I guess not," Manchester moved towards the next choice. It was a beaker full of sand. Manchester immediately knew it would be the wrong element. From the shows he is watching, people who can control the earth are burly men and huge guys. He is neither. Manchester spared not a second look on the sand.

The last beaker, however, was the most promising. Air. His ability is, most of the time, dependent on the air around him. Particles would blow away in a wind, destroying his illusions. On the other hand, a good wind could just provide the perfect state for a trick. This should do it. Manchester picked up the beaker with a single leaf and brought it back to his table. He sat down and stared at the beaker.

"Well, what now?" He whispered quite loudly. He looked at the leaf willing it to move. Not one stir. "That was... disappointing." Or is it? The leaf lies lifelessly on the bottom of the beaker, not even a small float. He tried to put his finger on the surface of the beaker and nothing happened to the leaf still. Wait. Why am I making the leaf move? Why not make the air move? Manchester took a deep breath and started again. This time, instead of imagining the leaf moving, he imagined himself collecting the air around it and suddenly blowing it around the beaker. For a good measure, he did this while touching the surface of the glass cup.

The leaf floated not ten millimeters of the bottom. Well, that was at the very least a reaction. Manchester decided that the class was done for him. He stood up and left the room.

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"Now, where to go?" Manchester asked himself as he looked at the map of the school grounds. Apparently, the institution have a pool inside the premises. A pool, huh. He knew that the pool would probably a famous spot for the students in the academy. It was the pool after all. It's hot and sunny, so a good swim is good. Manchester nodded to himself. Yup. Manchester started thinking about random things on the way to the pool. "Air was a good element to choose right?" "Element. Who knew hydrogen is not the element?" "Water. I bet water's good too." "Oh yes, the pool has water. I nearly forgotten about that. But wait. Pool means people in swimming attires." "People means girls."

And was he right. As soon as he pushed the door to the pool, he immediately saw a brown-haired girl, apparently tanning under the sun. Looks like she could use the tan. She's pale. And she's wearing... Oh my god. The girl was in a two piece bathing suit. And she looks really cute in it. No. Not cute. Gorgeous. Should I go to her? Manchester tried to go closer to her. Wait, let's think this one through. You're already eighteen, Manchester. It would be a bad idea if...

"Hey, do you want to see a butterfly?" Manchester called out to the girl before he could stop himself. No way.

 

Nathan Steele​

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Nathan smiled lightly when Alicea got rid of the fire with her powers. He trusted her on this one, he knew that she had to face this herself to progress and learn more about her powers. And also, he couldn't extinguish a fire with his powers. Now he had to concentrate with the beaker in front of him, the faster he could master this element, the better it would be. He would be able to finally go to the pool with Alicea. No, he had to concentrate on the beaker only. He looked at the beaker intensively, trying to stir it up a little but nothing. He restarted many, many times but still nothing happened. He decided to give it a last try, he would cut any thoughts from his mind, there were only him and the beaker and nothing else. He concentrated and tried to stir it a little more. The flame just budged but to him it was a victory. "Hell yeah!, he shouted." He looked at Alicea but her seat was empty. Where could she be? He thought he'd better go find her and left the class.
 
Kyle Marx

This is gonna be good. Girls. Water. GIRLS! I can't wait. Kyle began to think until he looked down at little Priscilla as they walked down to the pool together. Does she really trust me? He began to think, When we first met, not one hour ago, she was frightened at the sight of me. Now she is following me to a place neither of us have ever been before. By the time he stopped thinking they had made it to the pool. He looked around to see just what he had hoped. People. He loved to talk to other people, especially of other countries and cultures. The first time he felt this way he thought it was just his want of speaking other languages, but as time went on he discovered that even without his powers he would still be amazed by other cultures and places. Kyle walked over to the side of the pool, dropped his towel, let Max run to the ground, and dived in followed closely by Max. Kyle swam underwater, forgetting about the other students for just a little bit. That was until he saw Max swimming and began to wonder what peoples' reactions to seeing a rodent in the pool would be. The last thing he thought before realizing his mistake was, Oh no!​
 

Grace de Lambrina

Grace's Mood: Happy [Yellow]​


Arriving at a nice reception counter, Grace was walking steadily while eyeing her surroundings with extreme curiosity. Yellow, Green, an immense rainbow of colors and emotions was all around her, but even a clustered cloud of colors couldn't distract her from the neatly aligned furniture and the smell of clean in the air.

And in front of her lied a set of yellow bags. And inside the yellow bags, green notes, excitement galore! Such happiness in the room filled her with equal cheerfulness. And then, as she raised the note, and began to read it, even more excitement, so many pretty colors! A lot of people say it's hard to live with her condition, but all in all, it just makes thing shining and prettier:

To all new students,

Welcome to Gilded Halls. As you may be aware, this school is unlike most others - we don't issue a set of rules, we expect our students to use their own moral compass. Please be aware that unruly behaviour will be noticed and will not be tolerated.

In your gift bag should be your room card-key, the living quarters are found just outside. For Valiant Hall please follow the corridor to your left. Past Valiant Hall is the River Lodge building, which should be noticeable by the wooden decking outside, and the stream going past.

We wish you all the best at Gilded Halls. You are excused from the first lesson, however you may attend if you find you have time.


Sir K Night
Headmaster​

There were so many colors it was actually kind of delicious... Yummy. And once she was done she found another source of color. A map... entirely gray on its surface, so it would be rendered useless until these lights and colors disappeared again... Oh, well. And then a small card, of a vibrating blue, but it seemed to look red once in a while... Interesting. Blue is the color of sad and bred the color of anger so... what's up with that? It's still pretty, tho.

She turns around. No one seems to be close. Good, her master plan to take over the school can begin. And with hast, she stops getting ahold of the small card. Pum! goes the card upon hitting the ground. Oh, yes, so evil... the school will be hers in no time!

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Red! That guy must be pissed off about something! Blue, poor thing! She must've gone thru something harsh... Walking with no specific aim she finds herself walking along to a giant building segmented in diverse colors. Mostly yellow, but also red, and... pink? They've gotten lustful already in this school?! Huh... Interesting.

Walking past that building the colors begin to dissapear, and, for once, Grace is getting a decent idea of her surroundings. The bright sunlight and the warmth of the sun touching her skin made her speed up at the sign of what she could've sworn was River Lodge... That or it's just a mere coincidence that there's a river behind him and that it has a hut-feeling to it... Either way, once her thoughts were finally set in finding her room, she proceeds inside, and as she begins to appreciate the beautiful inside of the building... oh, wait, nevermind. The colors are back. Mmm... Yellow. Delicious.

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"Room Gray-Green, I mean, Twelve." Twelve door later in some gray hallway she's found herself with what is most definitely her dorm. Exciitement, god knows what's waiting for her, and with haste and a quick step she inhales and exhales with her eyes closed, waiting for what lies behind the door... and it's... nothing. The room is empty. She let's go of the air she was holding, instead sighing in dissapointment, "Oh well," she says while staring at the simple beds that lay inside. Gray, everything is gray, emotions have et to come here, as the only sort of waves around here are the yellow ones she's leaving behind, "I suppose I could go see if I can still enter the first class." Another sigh, and a closing door. With a bouncing step Grace retakes the yellow trail that led her to the room as she leaves the River Lodge Dorm and begins to look around for any sort of hints of where the classroom is


This is stupid...​

Not a single trace of this classroom. But then again, you really can't help it when everything you see is a cloud of colors, right? She really hates it when the colors she sees get this messy around each other, because then she cannot even see where she's walking. It goes without saying that she's tripped multiple times in the last ten minutes...

THIS is stupid...​

And there really isn't anything she can do about this. Nothing but walk, trip, rinse, repeat and hope for the best. And while some people have already offered to guide her to her classroom, she's refused eery single time. Bad people don't need no help! ... That's what she's convinced herself about, of course. They might not request help, but even if it were so, she's as defenseless as a carrot amidst a family of rabbits...

*THIS* IS STUPID.​

Colors, colors, colors... thud... Ouch! A sudden presence interrupted her walk as her forehead suffered the consequences, "Who the hell put this door here!" Was everything she could scoff in rage as she placed her hand on her injured forehead.

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OOC: really short and awful and lame and stuff. This will make you loose 10 IQ points per read. You've been warned. Also, at the ending, Grace hits the Classrom's Door. Yeah, deal with it.​
 
Dominic "Dom" Irving - Watching and Learning



What the hell is this place...?

Dom sat in the small, secluded back of the the classroom where he sat in silence, playing the role of observer. This wasn't really like him to be by himself, isolated but, he wasn't really acting like himself today.The more that Dom watched, the more that he grew in wonder, intriuge, he wasn't really sure what this feeling was. The things that he had seen left him in awe but, it also made him feel uneasy. What the **** are these people?

Controlling fire? Moving water? Stirring sand? Without even touching it. What type of cult is this... cause this is pretty damn awesome! Dom could barely contain his excitement. It was like the premise of a fairy tale. Sent off to a mysterious boarding school, then to find that they taught magic there. Dominic felt like a child, stuck in his fantasys of his favorite novel.

Okay... Since all these other kids seem to be able to control their beaker's contents, it's my turn! Dom gave a grin and looked down at the single leaf that resided inside his beaker. Okay, concentrate. Make the leaf fly. Make the leaf fly. Make the leaf fly.

The leaf sat there. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Make the leaf fly. Make the lea- Oh screw it i'm just a normal kid. Dom sighed. The thought of being able to control an element had excited him but, it seemed as though he wasn't cut out for it.Dom gave a discouraged look. He hated this feeling. Unable to do something, the same feeling that he received when he was lying in that hospital bed, unaware of how his future would unravel. But Dom would do what he always had done, just deal with it.

He was taken out of his thoughts by a sudden noise... A thud at the door had shaken Dom from his thoughts. He looked up to look for the source of the sound. All that Dominic found was a figure standing outside the classroom door.​
 
Priscilla Bellerose

Priscilla followed Kyle to the pool and smiled. I wish that I could swim... But at least I have Teddy with me... She sighed softly and sat down at the edge of the pool. "You can't swim either, huh Teddy? But that's alright. We'll just sit here together..." She giggled and brushed some hair out of her face. I don't even have a swimsuit or anything like that... I probably should have taken this hoodie off, but she probably wouldn't like that... Priscilla played with her bear and watched Kyle swim. She laughed softly when she saw Max swimming with Kyle. "Everybody but me can swim, but I guess I should have expected that, Teddy. You just got your fur done, didn't you? That's nice..." Priscilla sighed softly. She couldn't help but feel a little bit lonely, but what could she do? People were so scary...
 
Ginevra Morrigan & Evan Kyong - Outside the Nurse's Office
The nurse was still out. "Of course..." She shook her head send looked at the note one more time to check when she would return. "Hmm, it says she should be back in ten minutes from now. I guess I can hold out a bit longer, what about you, Evan?" As she sat down, she studied the Korean boy, who seemed so rigid and she wondered if there was indeed more to him. The ache in her core had intensified as they traveled and now was almost unbearable. Next time, I'd definitely like the gentle treatment.

If Evan was fully honest with himself, he would know that his pain was nothing to worry about. Sure, his headache was uncontrollable - but while the lack of control put him off greatly, he knew the right thing to do was to soldier on. But he wasn't being honest with himself and he didn't want to soldier on, either. Rather, he sat down beside her, letting her lean slightly against him.

"Yeah, so can I." Evan found himself to be incredibly boring, after years of learning to blend in and conform. He was good at keeping his mouth shut, keeping his speech concise. Efficient, but boring all the same. He quickly changed his train of thought.

Ginny looked graceful, even when she was in pain. She was still in pain. He could feel her core trembling through his shoulder. It was a good idea for him to relax. Evan glanced at her face, then down at her arm gripping her at her abdomen. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He opened his mouth but he only whispered.

"I hope it doesn't hurt too much."

"You don't know the half of it." Ginevra sighed, hoping that the nurse would be able to do something for her. Even just giving her something for the pain would be good. She sighed and looked at the clock on the wall, which seemed to have almost slowed down to a stop as another sharp bolt of pain shot through her body. This caused a yelp and tears started to well up in her eyes, "Dammit, just hurry up already."

If only the pain would go away. It started at her core and burned inside her, running up her nerves until she trembled uncontrollably. Most of the time, she considered herself pretty tough, but right now she knew that she had done too much, too quickly.

A single crystal tear beaded on a corner of her round sapphire eyes. It fell upon her milky-white cheeks, raw red and flushing from her aching. It followed along the furrow of her frown, lingering on lush lips before falling between her gently heaving -

Evan shifted his gaze. He had been holding his breath. He exhaled into his hair, making it flutter slightly.

(It's not going to hurry up, you know.)

It was odd, seeing her in such pleasure and such pain, all in less than one hour. Evan found it almost unfathomable how her mood changed so drastically, but what he didn't like more was how she - (anybody...) - was in pain like that. He looked at her with a smidge of a smile. "Wanna play a game?"

"No." Ginny's stare found the ground and she sighed heavily, trying to get across that she was so miserable that she couldn't bear to do anything but just sit there, which was a chore in itself. Curiosity struck and she muttered, "Fine, what is it?" Her voice was a bit snappy as the pain was making her more and more irritable over time.

Instantly, she regretted it and an apology flew out of her mouth. "I'm so sorry, you're just trying to make me feel better. I'm being a bit of a #$%@&." Her eyes darted up from the floor to him and she turned a bit, smiling, "You're sweet."

Evan blushed, but he didn't turn away. He didn't even feel nervous. He felt relaxed and he felt comfortable smiling at her. His breaths slowed and he moved a bit closer to her, as if to let her know he was there, as if their conversation counted for nothing.

She knew he was there, and she could feel him, too. His presence was calm and it made her feel quiet. The pain in her abdomen dulled slightly - not with a sensation of numbness, but one of warmth. Like dandelion seeds in the wind, her aching fluttered away. But there was no wind in the empty hallway, just herself. And the boy next to her.

The feeling was slightly familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her eyes drifted up to him again and she slowly closed her eyes and without thinking, her lips found his cheek, gently pressing on his skin. It was soft, innocent-like really, but it had just come so naturally to her.

Evan opened his mouth, but before the words came out, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from across the hallway. Ms. Fallcrest rushed towards them with her feet working frantically and her hands holding her nursing cap in place as her white dressed billowed out behind her. "Who should I see first?" she beamed earnestly.
 
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William's blunder: What one expects and what one wants are two different things, being right is not always satisfying.

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Will was almost at the nurse's office, still dripping with pool water and a certain amount of self loathing at the fact that he was looking for Ginny, following people when they make it clear they don't want help is no way to make friends. But is that what I want her to be? He felt his face flush and immediately shook his head. You idiot! It's the first day of school, and that girl could get anyone she wants, ANYONE. Besides, you already heard from her own perfect mouth that she and Selena... He saw two people leaning against the wall, it only took his eyes a moment to make out their details, it was Ginevra and that Asian guy. He waved in case they looked his way and kept walking, but when he got close he was surprised again. They were shoulder to shoulder and then Ginny leaned in and...brushed her lips against his cheek Will once again felt all the blood rush to his face.

He sat there, this seemingly validated all his thoughts that he should just leave her alone but...a pang of jealousy surged through him, and then...amorous feelings? Why did he feel this way? Was he already smitten? Or was something else going on...that guy...what IS his ability? Wow...She really gets around...I should just stay away from her, I know exactly what happens to guys like me who spend too much time around her kind. Will continued to stand there like a moron until someone hustled by and bumped into him, causing him to stumble forward several feet, it was the same woman who greeted them all when they first arrived...and ran the reception desk at first...and was also apparently the nurse. She kept going without acknowledging him as she asked the two students which one needed to be seen first, when it seemed that Will wasn't leaving just yet she turned and spoke to him with a hand on her hip. "Well? Are you hurt, what do you need? If you don't need my help I suggest you go find a way to occupy yourself."

Liam was finally knocked out of his own thought when Ms. Fallcrest spoke to him. "Oh no I'm not hurt...I was just worried about Ginny, she didn't seem to be doing well in class and I wanted to make sure she was okay...and well I wanted someone to talk to as as well." Ms. Fallcrest rolled her eyes, she knew his type, there was a red bombshell over there and this boy was just another stone cold sucker, but she'd humor him. "Well if she really is hurt she'll probably want her privacy, and if she's not I'm sure she'll be out in no time, would you like to check on her?" His voice rose not only higher but louder when he replied. "No no, I don't mean to intrude...I'm sure you will take great care of her ma'am I just wanted one of my first friends to be okay that's all...well uh I'll let you get to it." With that he turned around ready to make his way to the exit, hoping Ginny didn't notice he was there at all...and yet wanting her to as well? Man I'm stupid, I gotta just stay away from her. With the distraction out of the way Nurse Fallcrest could once again give the potential patients her full attention, so she wiped off her slightly mocking smirk and put back on her kind motherly smile.
 
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Adrian Draegar

Chapter 1 -- Arrival at Gilded Halls

He took a look at the letter, and noted the absence of another student. It would seem that people could indeed be kicked out on the wishes to his parents. Well, only his maternal grandfather could stop that, but he was in a different country. Not a comforting thought. He surveyed his surroundings, and found the room key and gift bag waiting for him. There wasn't much here to unpack. He brought along the necessities and not much else, aside from a lot of money.

He made good speed in making off with his new items, and followed the given directions to the letter, eventually finding himself in the assigned building. From then on, all it took was a basic sense of direction to find the room he'd been chosen to live in.

Surveying his surroundings once again, he noticed that everything had been prepared for his arrival. Supplies were neatly stacked at the foot of the bed, while his favorite decorations were lined up on the shelves in the order the family servants knew would be favorable to him. Most notable of all were five bottles of water placed on the bed, with a short note from his grandfather. "Use your weapons wisely," was all it said, and it meant almost everything to him.

Pocketing the letter, he set four of the bottles in various, inconspicuous places in the room, hoping he would never have to resort to using these to sabotage the place. Knowing he had his lesson later on, he headed out. At a loss of what to do with his fifth bottle, he simply pocketed it and decided to deal with the matter later.

Chapter 1.5 -- Mastering the Element of Chaos

It wasn't long before he showed up to the first lesson, even though he was terribly late to the whole affair. He slowly made his way into the room, with his bottle still at hand. It wasn't long before he was at a desk, and he had figured out why the other students were making a big mess of things.

So we're supposed to harness any of the four basic elements. All good and stuff, but how the hell do I do THAT?!" He was at a loss of what exactly it was that they were going after.

And so he found himself here, in this small dilemma. How to make a manifestation of the elements? How to control them? Well, he liked to think of himself during his weaker moments as a bringer of chaos to a situation that needed it. Right now though, he needed to actually do something, not break something.

He stared at the matches, the beaker of water, the desk, and the bottle of water that he had just set down on it. By all rights, he could blow up every one of these items, but that didn't even resemble any elements in any way -- or did it? Wait a minute... This was possibly the most brilliant idea Adrian probably thought up of for the whole week.

All that remained was to make some sort of dramatic scene over this idea, because as always, he wanted to make a fashionable exit out of this fairly boring class.

He considered simply touching the bottle of water and letting it rip itself to shreds, but he really didn't want to be a victim of his own prank. So, he decided that since it was not only best if he stayed away because it was a prank, but he should also make it very simple. Simplicity was best for surprise value, after all.

That being decided, he simply walked away from the desk, leaving the bottle of water in the center of the desk, having swiped everything onto the floor, away from the inevitable explosion. He then positioned himself as close to the entrance as he could without raising any eyebrows. Then, he turned around, and aimed for the water. Fire in the hole!

The very next instant, he heard a very loud clap of an explosion as the thin plastic bottle was ripped to shreds by the water blasting out in all directions with a sudden, violent force. Seeing the aftermath of the explosion, he was very pleased. Most of the mutilated bottle remained on the desk, the rest not having flown with very much force. The water struck from every conceivable direction, and struck in nearly any conceivable spot between the floor and the ceiling.

Surveying the resulting damage, Adrian almost failed to suppress a grin, in spite of the fact that the water had blasted him a bit also. After all, everyone else got the brunt of the explosion, not him. Mission accomplished. He made a rapid and discreet exit out of the door that he had positioned himself by. It was best if he wasn't in the middle on an angry mob. And it was also best to leave while the shock of the whole thing was still registering in everyone's minds.
 
Nathan Steele​
Nathan had left the classroom in search for his roommate. He didn't know but he felt the need to be with her. Maybe she's resting in our room? He didn't forget what they were gonna do before the bell rang. He also had to go to the pool. How can a boy hide such a muscular body as his? He had to showcase it for sure. Maybe some more girls would fall for him even if he had his eyes on Alicea only. He quickly reached his dorm, feeling just a little tired from the 2 times he used his ability. He couldn't let that ruin his fun, he was much stronger than that and he knew it. He opened the door to Room 4, Alicea wasn't there. Well, I'm still going to the pool. He took out his shirt and put some shorts on. He wasn't bothered by walking around half naked but he took a towel that he threw on his right shoulder and left the room, heading toward the pool. It didn't take him long to arrive. Apparently, there were other people too. Alicea was also there, relaxing on a chair. He waved at her but decided it would be best if he went swimming. However a boy was there before him, he plunged and headed toward him. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
 
Kyle Marx

Kyle saw a boy who looked to be around his age jump in and come toward him. The stranger asked him if he could join him. Well, someone finally shows up. Kyle thought. "Sure thing as long as you don't mind ferrets." He said with a smile as Max ran up his arm and onto his shoulder. "This is Max," Kyle began, "and I am Kyle Marx. Ability, Omnilingualism." As Kyle finished he held out his hand. I wonder what he can do. He looks pretty strong compared to me. The kid in front of him did look peculiar with his amount of muscles, especially if he was Kyle's age. "So, what's your name?" Kyle asked with his hand still held out.​
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Alicea jumped when she heard someone call out to her. She blinked a bit and sat up, looking around, seeing someone that was at least a few years older than her approaching. She was feeling better from the short time relaxing, a bit more normal. What was he talking about? A butterfly? What... In the... Heck? She had never heard something like that.

"Um... A-are yuh awrigh'?" she asked shyly. Part of her wondered if he was insane. Part of her wondered why he was even talking with her. Heck, part of her wondered if he even WAS talking to her. I mean, there were other girls at the pool, right? Well... maybe not... She gave the man a questioning look, then spotted Nathan heading for the pool with another guy. She felt... a bit hurt, but after some thought she concluded it was a bit of jealousy that he would spend time with someone other than her. But... She honestly didn't have any right to try and make him have no friends. It's not like he was talking to another girl... And why did she even care? It's not like he was her boyfriend or anything... Right? RIGHT?! Whatever. She looked back at the guy in front of her, blinking a bit.

"W-who are yuh? M-muh name's Alicea..." she mumbled weakly at last, just kind of fidgeting with her hands.
 

Manchester O'Brien // Gilded Halls

awkward


Manchester knew he blew it the moment the girl talked. Now that she sat up and opened her eyes, Manchester saw that her eyes are of light blue in color. Not exactly the best shade of blue, but still blue. "Um... A-are yuh awrigh'?" the girl asked him, looking at Manchester incredulously. She stole a quick glance at a passing pair of guys. A shadow momentarily passed across her face but it was gone as quick as it came. Am I alright? Oh, gee. I don't know.

"W-who are yuh? M-muh name's Alicea..."the girl introduced herself, apparently uncomfortable with the sudden interaction. I really did not think this one through. I have to be careful as I am probably the oldest among these people.

"Uh, yeah. The name's Manchester, sorry," Manchester said, rubbing his hands at the back of his head to show an apologetic aura. Or anything at all to reduce the awkwardness around the two of them. "Forget my question, I-uh." Dang it. "Well," Manchester coughed. "You were the first one I saw here that is not apparently busy with anything and I, uh, I thought it would be nice if I get to know the people around here." Manchester spread his hands. "Uh, sorry if I disturbed you. And I uh-"

A wind blew and Manchester secretly wished that he had learned to control air instead of making illusions. That would be a good opening statement. Hey, look. I can blow you away!

"Must I go now?" Oh bother.

 
Priscilla Bellerose

Priscilla giggled softly. She looked up and looked around at all of the other people. I guess I am the youngest one here... Maybe I can convince Mommy and Daddy to take me home for a few years... Home wasn't much, but at least she was there... Maybe she'll come back when I go back... Priscilla felt tears in her eyes and shook her head. "That can't happen... Dumb me..." She wiped her tears away and gasped when her bear slipped out of her hands and fell into the pool.

"Teddy!" Priscilla watched her beloved bear sink to the bottom of the pool and jumped in after it, forgetting the fact that she couldn't swim. That bear was one of the last things that she had left of her sister. If she lost it, she didn't know what she would do with herself. I'm almost there, Teddy... Priscilla watched her bear sink down and sank down with it. She couldn't hold her breath much longer now... Got him! Priscilla grabbed her bear, but there was a problem... How was she supposed to get up? She was almost at the bottom of the pool, and she was getting dizzy... At least I have Teddy... Priscilla thought as she lost consciousness.
 
Nathan Steele​
Nathan looked at the boy who introduced him as Kyle Marx and his animal was a ferret named Max. Then something hit him, the boy gave him the name of his ability. Maybe this school was for people with special abilities after all. But his seemed a little useful in Nathan's eyes. Although he preferred by far the ability to transform into iron, being able to talk all the languages on Earth would definitely help a guy seduce all the girls he wanted. He cursed mentally, why in the world was he thinking about those kind of things? He shook the boy's hand. "Nathan Steele, iron mastering. Nice to meet you!" Even if he wasn't exactly a master in iron but it sounded more classy like that. He then saw a little girl jump in the pool and never resurface for a good time. Something's wrong with that. He turned over to Kyle. "Wait a second for me." He plunged deeper and saw an unconscious girl holding a teddy bear. He took her and brought her out of the water, hoping she would regain consciousness.
 
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Priscilla Bellerose

Priscilla looked around, but she couldn't see anything. "Alyssa?" she asked. There was suddenly a white blinding light. Priscilla covered her eyes. What's that? she thought. The light slowly faded, and it showed a blonde-haired teenage girl in a white dress. Priscilla gasped and tried to take a step towards her, but she couldn't move. She felt like her feet were glued to the ground. But she had to move... Her sister was right there in front of her! She finally had a chance to ask what had happened, and where she had gone. She couldn't let this chance slip through her fingers... "Priscilla, listen to me." Priscilla looked up, feeling tears in her eyes. "Aly, please come back... I miss you..." The tears were streaming down her face by now. She choked back sobs and reached a hand out to her sister, but it was too late. She was already gone.

Priscilla groaned softly and opened her eyes slightly. "Alyssa..." she mumbled. She tried to open her eyes even more, but she felt too weak. She slid her eyes closed and drifted off again.
 
Nathan Steele​
Nathan had already prepared himself mentally in case he had to do mouth-to-mouth. Not that he didn't like to kiss women, but this was just a little child and he was sure he wasn't the human version of pedo-bear. He sighed when he realized there were no other choices other than do it.Here we go, keep calm Nathan and do it. But at this exact moment , the girl groaned and opened her eyes slightly. He sighed but this time because of relief. She mumbled the name of a girl then lost consciousness again. Better get her to the nurse maybe. He decided to wait before leaving. Who knows, maybe a miracle would happen and the girl would be back to her senses again. He didn't quite what to do in these situations. He shook her lightly "Hey, wake up!", he muttered knowing what he did was probably stupid.
 
"Uh, yeah. The name's Manchester, sorry. Forget my question, I-uh. Well," Manchester coughed. "You were the first one I saw here that is not apparently busy with anything and I, uh, I thought it would be nice if I get to know the people around here. Uh, sorry if I disturbed you. And I uh... Must I go now?"

The boy seemed as flustered and shy as she was. She gave him a curious look. Why was he shy around her? She wasn't someone to be shy to... She was the opposite. She was the shy, timid one. This odd, irrational behavior threw her for a loop, but his company wasn't unwelcome.

"N-naw... Y-yuh ain't gotta go..." she mumbled weakly, just kind of looking at him before she added out of politeness, "Yuh cane si' down if yuh wont... A-ai don' baite..." she said softly, laying back in the deck chair. The chair next to hers was obviously the one she was talking about. Then she fell silent and looked down. It would likely be apparent she was exceedingly shy... And probably had some self esteem issues. She said nothing for a long time, whether he sat down or not, searching for a subject.

"S-some school... huh?" he managed to say weakly.
 
Kyle Marx

No! No! This can't be happening! Was all that Kyle could think as he saw Priscilla's limp body just laying there. She was the first person that he had met whom was special like he was. As tears started to well up in his eyes he jumped out of the water knocking Max off his shoulder and into the pool. Ignoring his pet, Kyle raced to Priscilla's side and bent over her. "Get up!" He started to yell. "Please. Priscilla, if you don't wake up now I-I won't help you read anymore!" At this he started to let his tears fall to the ground.

Max, in seeing his master ignoring him, jumped out of the water and dashed to Kyle's side just to deliver a scratch. When Kyle felt the assault he barely knew it was there. All Kyle could think of was Priscilla and the fact that she may never learn to read. Gaining his composure he told Nathan, "We gotta get her to the Nurse now! Let's go!"
 
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