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Post by sly on Jul 8, 2011 20:39:41 GMT -5
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[/b][/size] OULD YOU STILL [/b] »[/size][/color] Silas entered the training hall out of curiosity that morning- what else did he have to do? It was Saturday and he hadn't yet met anyone. The day before he'd took his bags up to his room and unpacked all his belongings. And like the perfect son, he took a melatonin tablet so he'd sleep (even though his parents would never know he'd done it). Now his time was his own so he was exploring the school. First stop? This area. When he found that inside there was a wall of mirrors, he saw no reason to leave.
"Remarkable. [/color]"Silas mused, ruffling his dark hair as he stared into the mirror in front of him. Then, though he knew cleaning glass wasn't exactly the most enjoyable element of housekeeping, he still raised his hand up and, after a moment of silent deliberation, he placed his hands against the cool reflective surface. " The perfect canvas.[/color]" Silas would never deface any part of the academy, but he could still picture the way paint would look atop the glass. Next time he sent a letter to his father, he was definitely requesting glass slabs. It wouldn't be quite the same as being able to paint an entire wall, but it'd do. In the meantime he seemed transfixed to the mirror and his own reflection. Every slight movement, down to each breath, was caught in that mirror. It saw everything. Truthfully, that inspired envy from Silas. ✘silas [/blockquote] « BE QUESTIONING ME [/size] ?[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ella Vickrow on Jul 8, 2011 22:22:38 GMT -5
Ella Vickrow
sometimes, things do work out
Panting, Ella rounds the corner. She’d just finished a mile in record time-- four minutes, thirty-two seconds (and that’s after a thirty-minute jog)-- and is still giddy from the thrill of it. She draws up abruptly as she sees a boy staring at a mirror. She hasn’t seen him before, but, then again, she hasn’t seen most of the students in this school yet. It’s only her first week.
She pushes her hair away from her face, glancing at her own reflection in a different mirror. God, she looks a mess. Her hair is tangled and messy, her face flushed red, her knees slightly shaking. Ella a hand through her hair once, then gives up as it only makes a few of the tangles disappear.
Ella walks closer to the boy, “You know, staring at the mirror long enough isn’t going to change it. It’s still just a piece of shiny glass.”
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Post by sly on Jul 9, 2011 15:10:59 GMT -5
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[/b][/size] OULD YOU STILL [/b] »[/size][/color] "Change? Why in the world would I change it? [/color]"Silas murmured, his eyes not yet leaving the glass. " You've got the wrong idea. It's perfect. I wouldn't change a thing.[/color]" He hadn't meant it negatively- saying she assumed wrong of his intention wasn't offensive, was it? He considered it but he didn't correct himself. Now Silas turned his attention to her. Immediately he noticed the disheveled appearance. Instead of being critical of it, he just smiled warmly as if he hadn't noticed. It was easier that way. And, truthfully? He didn't expect her to be perfect. Only he had to be held to that standard. In fact, in a strange way, seeing people's 'imperfections' (as in them without their makeup, or them without their hair done) was a welcomed, almost envied occurrence. At least you saw the real them. So what did that say about him? He let his hand drop from the mirror as he regained control of his train of thought. " I'm Silas, by the way.[/color]"Silas introduced politely. It was better to get names out of the way quickly in his opinion. ✘silas [/blockquote] « BE QUESTIONING ME [/size] ?[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ella Vickrow on Jul 9, 2011 17:39:35 GMT -5
Ella Vickrow
sometimes, things do work out
Ella grins at his answer. “Hey, I wasn’t saying you wanted to. Most guys I know would want to smash it into a million pieces.” She frowns at the memory-- her best guy friend actually did smash a mirror last year, while severely drunk. They were at a party, and the booze was flowing quite freely. Ella didn’t drink, though. She doesn’t drink. Liquor makes people do stupid things, like smash mirrors, for instance.
She pushes her hair away from her face again, her breathing slowly returning to a normal pace. Already, a bit of pink at the apex of her cheekbones is the only color in her pale face.
“Ella. It’s my first year here-- junior year in a new school.” The boy seems polite, and quiet, so different from her little group back home. They were most definitely partiers, going out every weekend to someone’s house, getting drunk, and always relying on Ella to stop the flow of alcohol. They never thanked her, though. It was always more of a ‘hey, what gives?’ when she (self-proclaimed designated driver, just to avoid getting pressured into taking a sip of beer or some other undesirable) announced that it was time to go home. Her friends would grumble for a bit, but eventually they would all pile into her bright blue Nissan.
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Post by sly on Jul 11, 2011 0:24:42 GMT -5
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[/b][/size] OULD YOU STILL [/b] »[/size][/color] Was that a frown? He wasn't sure why her words made her frown, but he figured that was irrelevant. Even without a clear or concise reason for the subtle shift of her demeanor, he knew he had to give her a reason to smile. This was particularly hard not just because he didn't know the cause, but also because he didn't know her. Guessing at a person's humor was risky to say the least.
"Really now? [/color]"Silas replied, his tone amused. He lifted his hand, seeming to take interest in examining it. " Wish it was sometimes, but being other guys isn't my super power. Sorry to disappoint.[/color]" Silas let his hand drop back to his side before he continued speaking. " I don't think I'd consider breaking a mirror fun in any sense of the word, and I can't say I'd ever be mad enough to want to tempt Lady Luck. Rest assured, my behavior is fairly uneventful in that regard.[/color]" Was it odd that he actually cared if she was upset by what he said? Yes. A bit odd. If she didn't like him, all he had to do was leave and walk about the school- even for a few minutes. Someone'd show up. Besides, she didn't seem like the stereotypical popular girl, so it wasn't like he had to fear being ostracized. Even knowing that, he found himself having to remind himself that holding his breath as he waited for her reaction did nothing to change the situation. " First year? Mine too. And I'm a junior as well.[/color]"Silas affirmed with a nod. That answered the silent question of whether or not she was popular- if she just got here, it wasn't nearly as likely. To his credit, he hadn't really cared either way. Popular or not, it didn't change the fact that she was standing here, talking to him now. Speaking of being new, that seemed to bring up the next topic of conversation in his mind. " I don't know about you, but as nice as this building is, I still miss home. I was born and raised in Virginia. If you don't mind me asking- where are you from?[/color]" The question seemed as interesting as anything else, especially since he couldn't get Virginia out of his mind. Old memories that hadn't occurred to him in years and old friends he hadn't thought about in far too long that were suddenly out of reach... Heh, well. Silas knew what homesick felt like now. But whether he said it aloud or not, he was lying off the bat. At least partially. He was raised in Washington D.C. for more than half of his life- his Virginia home became more of a summer house. He still considered it home. ✘silas [/blockquote] « BE QUESTIONING ME [/size] ?[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ella Vickrow on Jul 11, 2011 7:18:11 GMT -5
Ella Vickrow
sometimes, things do work out
She laughs, mentally shaking off the clinging cobwebs of the memory. Her mom always said that the past was the past, and to put it where it belongs-- behind you. And that’s exactly what Ella’s going to do. Her old life doesn’t matter anymore. Her old friends are nothing more than numbers in her phone.
“That’s not disappointing in the least. I’d rather you be you. And not break mirrors.” she says simply, with her great tact for saying exactly whatever’s on her mind, no sugarcoating necessary. She rolls her shoulders back, stretches her hands down to her knees. One thumb curls toward her palm and she starts to tap out a rhythm with her other fingers on it. One-and-a-two, three-and, four-and-a-one, and-a-two… “What is your power?”
She grins. “Woo! I’ve already met someone who’ll be in my classes. At least some of them.” Well, someone that’ll remember her as the messy-lookin’ girl from the training hall. But it’s not a big deal. She’s not really big into all of the girly stuff, like caring at least a bit about how you look. Nope, that’s definitely not the Ella she knows, and since she is herself, she knows herself pretty darn well.
The school is incredibly nice, all shiny and neat, old-timey antiques scattered around. It must take a fortune in upkeep, but she supposes that the headmaster has enough money to do it. “NYC! My mom and I had a little apartment near Central Park. I do miss home quite a bit, even though home really isn’t much to look at. Just the sheer homey-ness of it, ya know?”
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Post by sly on Jul 11, 2011 9:38:42 GMT -5
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[/b][/size] OULD YOU STILL [/b] »[/size][/color] Ella laughed! She actually laughed. While he wouldn't say so, it did make him feel a lot better. He wasn't normally good at that sort of thing with strangers, unfortunately.
"Good to hear. I'm good at that. [/color]"Silas chuckled. He could be himself and resist the lacked urge to break mirrors. That thought did make him realize that he was different than at least some of the New York boys she knew. Why he didn't realize it when she said it, he didn't know. Were his differences a bad thing? Maybe he shouldn't make his individuality so distinct now. His thoughts were interrupted by the movements of her hands. What in the world was she doing? When she spoke again, he looked up into her eyes before smiling again and answering. " Dream manipulation. I chase away the monsters people's minds haunt them with. And I sort of mess with people- I can change almost anything other than the dreamer themselves and myself.[/color]" Silas explained. It wasn't exactly a useful power, by any means, but there it was. He rather liked it because it helped him get to know a person. Other than that he didn't have a use for it unless someone wanted his help. As it turned out, rarely did anyone want his help. Maybe it'd be different now that he was among people who actually believe he has a superhuman ability. " What about you? What's your ability?[/color]"Silas questioned, his tone curious. It had to be more applicable than dream manipulation. While people were awake his power was obsolete. And if he wasn't in the same room while they were asleep? Then there was no use to it at all. " Hopefully so. I haven't got my schedule yet.[/color]"Silas shrugged passively. It seemed reasonable to him- of course he'd be in her classes if he was in her year. But now was that moment where it would have been ideal to pull out his schedule and compare with her- unfortunately it was currently impossible. " New York? I've been there. Living by Central Park would be an ideal place whether you lived in an apartment or a mansion- just sort of being around all the people. Experiencing New York as a New Yorker in itself would be quite the experience.[/color]"Silas reassured her (though he doubted he needed to). Yeah, he'd more than just visited once or twice- New York was one of his dad's regular stops when he traveled. Apparently his dad got along with New York's senator (not both, just one). Silas tried to stay away from the political game as much as possible, but he still liked to travel with his dad. ✘silas [/blockquote] « BE QUESTIONING ME [/size] ?[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ella Vickrow on Jul 11, 2011 10:54:39 GMT -5
Ella Vickrow
sometimes, things do work out
“Ooh, dreams.” she says with a grin. It’s actually a pretty cool power. If she had it… Well, let’s just say she wouldn’t do many helpful things. More stuff like making random bananas appear in the air, make the grass purple and the sky green. The monsters would disappear for the time being as well-- she wouldn’t want to be in someone’s nightmare, of course! Her own are bad enough.
“Time manipulation. Everything but time travel. I can make an hour take a second, or a second take an hour. I can stop time. I can also rewind it, but not for long. Three, four hours at most.” Time manipulation is quite useful for tests and quizzes, or for a moment that’s so good you don’t want it to end. “If time’s stopped, I can choose who’s frozen and who’s not. And when someone ‘wakes’ from his or her time being frozen, they don’t remember a thing. Except if someone chooses to mess with them.”
“It was the best place in the world.” Her eyes take on a misty sort of look for a second, but quickly she’s back to being just like before-- grinning and carefree.
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Post by sly on Jul 15, 2011 19:21:27 GMT -5
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[/b][/size] OULD YOU STILL [/b] »[/size][/color] Nightmares were his specialty, in so much as one could call them a specialty. He visited people's nightmares often, and Silas being as kind as he was, he was compelled to fix it for them. Sometimes it lasted more than just for that dream, and sometimes... well, some people couldn't be helped quite so easily. He couldn't take credit or blame, really, because it boiled down to being their mind not his power that changed things.
"Time manipulation? Now that's interesting. Bet you could cause a lot of trouble with that, and no one'd be able to stop you. [/color]"Silas grinned. He wasn't mischievous in nature, but it still seemed apparent that it'd be a good use of her power to do something amusing with it. It offered more possibilities than he felt his power did. " I bet it was. The center of the world.[/color]"Silas agreed with a nod. Not literally of course. Not in a geographic sense, not in a metaphoric sense, even. But he assumed that if she lived there, she'd know just what he was saying. New York felt like the center of everything. You were both one individual and a group, almost at the same time. You made things happen, and yet, everything seemed so out of control, too. Big cities were a conundrum. ✘silas [/blockquote] « BE QUESTIONING ME [/size] ?[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ella Vickrow on Jul 15, 2011 22:10:28 GMT -5
Ella Vickrow
sometimes, things do work out
Ella laughs (again) at his comment. Oh, he has no idea how much trouble she’s caused. Nothing illegal or dangerous, of course, but plenty of mischief. The list of things she’s done while time’s stopped could stretch to the moon and back. She’s done plenty of the stuff you see in TV shows too, but with her own twist. Like, for example, writing herself a note and putting it somewhere she’ll see it in order to avoid embarrassment. You’d think that writing the note and then rewinding time would erase the note, but for some reason she can make the note or whatever stay even while the clock winds back.
“Oh, I have certainly caused my fair share of pranks and tricks. Believe me. And I’ve never once gotten caught.” She stops tapping on her thumb and pushes her hair out of her face again. It seems to swing right in her eyes quite a lot, especially after she's been running.
“So what do you think of the school, other than that the building’s nice? Like about the people and the classes and stuff?”
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Post by sly on Jul 20, 2011 16:25:52 GMT -5
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[/b][/size] OULD YOU STILL [/b] »[/size][/color] [OOC/: Hey, sorry for the delay in posting. July's ending, so I have to do a lot of school related stuff like preparing for my ACT, finishing the novel for AP Composition, finishing up summer courses, and shopping for some school clothes and a few school supplies. Senior year's a pain already x.x]
"Not even once? [/color]"Silas smiled at that. Then she was a clever time manipulator, was she? He admired that. Even though his power had to do with people when they were asleep, he'd still been caught and blamed countless times (even when he hadn't done what they thought he did) so if she'd never had, he certainly had to give her credit. " Uhm, the school?[/color]"Silas echoed. If she would have asked what he thought of her, he would have gave her an immediate answer, but the school? He hardly remembered he was in a school since she'd arrived. In fact, as strange as it was, the little things like the way her hair fell or the color of her eyes, were far more pressing. And it certainly wasn't because he liked her specifically- he didn't. She'd make an interesting friend and one he'd cause mischief with, but you didn't put a girlfriend into harms' way for a bit of amusement so his mind certainly wasn't headed in that direction. Realizing the hesitation wasn't the least bit smooth, he placed his right hand behind his head, ruffling his hair anxiously. She took away the easy answer; he couldn't lie and give superficial compliments to the exterior. She wanted real, thoughtful answers about people and classes. It was actually a conscious thought to breathe now- just then, he had to actually tell himself to exhale and stop concentrating so hard. " I- I don't know for sh-sure. I haven't really met anyone, honestly. Not on first name basis. Just you. And... classes? I h-haven't been here long enough, sorry.[/color]"Silas pretty much declared that a fail reply in his own mind. But at least he managed to stop stuttering. That small assurance didn't chase away the light blush that colored his cheeks. " What about you? Do you have an opinion of the people and classes?[/color]" Never had he wished so wholeheartedly for a long winded response from someone. He needed a little time to compose himself. ✘silas [/blockquote] « BE QUESTIONING ME [/size] ?[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ella Vickrow on Jul 20, 2011 17:22:46 GMT -5
Ella Vickrow
time is dead as long as it is being
clicked off by little wheels;
only when the clock stops
does time come to life
((OOC: No problem. I completely understand. I wonder why my bother’s not doing the exact same thing though… And I’m glad that freshmen preparation’s not that bad. Except for band camp. Band camp is not fun.))
“Never.” she says, grinning mischievously. “Not even once.” Ella’s always managed to be in exactly the same position (or close enough, most people don’t pay that much attention) and with the same expression before. Disappearing randomly would definitely tip some people off to something.
She raises her eyebrows as he starts quite obviously stalling. And then stuttering. It’s actually slightly comical. And then he asks for her opinion. A turn of the tables, huh?
“I’ve met a few people,” she says with a shrug. “but they didn’t make much of an impression. If they didn’t have powers, they’d be just like those people you don’t really pay much-- if any-- attention to in the real world.” It’s not like she’s saying that this isn’t reality, but, really, how else would one describe a school for mutants with superpowers? “I haven’t seen my dorm-mates yet.”
“And as for the classes, I haven’t been to any yet, but if they’re as nice as the rest of the school, then I’m sure I’ll love them.”
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