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[jazzmyne alicia roan.]

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[/color][/font][/size]ead down. Earbuds in. iPod on. Music blaring. Eyes wide. Nervous. Worried. Fearful. Move fast. Faster. Not fast enough. You're going to see someone. You're going to hurt someone. Move faster goddammit! Jazzy skuttled through the halls like a nervous dog, moving quickly, dodging bodies left right and centre as excited students headed to the cafeteria and front yard, exactly in the opposite direction that she was heading in. The young freshman was heading deeper into the school, farther from lunch hour freedom with every step she took. She didn't need the freedom. She needed peace. She needed solitude. Well, I don't need it. Everyone else needs it. Peace from me.
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N[/color][/font][/size]o matter how long Jazzy had been at the school for, and this was her second year, she couldn't help feel like she didn't belong. Oh, she needed to be here. She definitely did. I'm a menace to society. I should never leave these halls. Jazzy's thing was that she didn't belong anywhere in society. She couldn't control herself. She hurt people. Tortured them. Crippled her own loved step-mom without even realizing what she was doing. She was a monster who deserved to be locked up in some insane asylum and never heard from by the outside world. Power's Academy was her asylum. But even the people in the building weren't safe from her. Just this morning she had nearly sent Mr. X toppling to the floor in gym class before he had the good nerve to teleport out of the room until she got a hold of herself. She'd apologized for fifteen minutes. He'd assured her a thousand times that it was okay. Still, she'd left the gym feeling like the troll under the bridge. Someone that everyone put up with, but no one wanted around.

T[/color][/font][/size]his was her second year at Power's Academy. Still she was more helpless than ever to control herself. She was beginning to wonder if she was a lost cause. If she would have to be within a safe distance of Miss Mays for the rest of her life. If she would ever be allowed to leave the stone walls of this school and every building on campus. Just this morning she had been assured by the young headmistress that her power might just take longer than most to control. It was true, with the iPod that Jazzy had acquired over the summer she was able to avoid more accidents. Music drowned out the outside world and let her focus on nothing but its sweet melody and tunes. She was always aware of the people around her, but if she couldn't hear their voices and could stop herself from focusing on them, she was much less likely to hurt them. She wanted to be social. She wanted to have friends to laugh and smile and talk with, but she couldn't afford to. It was too dangerous for them.

J[/color][/font][/size]azzy was heading to one of the abandoned classrooms on the second floor of the main building of the school. It was where she had spent every lunch hour so far this year. A small, dusty, boiling hot room that probably hadn't been taught in in the last five decades. It was perfectly quiet, and not so perfectly lonely, but Jazzy dealt with that. The hallways were beginning to clear out so she began to move faster, lost to the beat of the latest song to pound in her eardrums and make her want to sing along. She was so focused on the floor in front of her and the music playing in her ears that she didn't even notice as she veered off of a straight line and straight into another person in the hallway.

"Omigod, I'm sorry, so so sorry!" she yelped, backing up and lifting her head to look at whoever it was she had just ran into.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[tristain kingsley everhart.]

Aren't these some times?

It's gotten bad, and it's been pressin' on my mind...

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T

[/color][/size]ristain was having a relatively alright day.

His classes had been alright, so far; granted, he wasn't a huge fan of anything besides math, literature especially, but they'd been easy; a couple of tests and some easy daily work, nothing too difficult. Besides, he was going to practice after school, so it wasn't like he had nothing to get him through the day. He was ready to get it down and go.

The hallways were crowded, as usual. He hung out of the main crowd, hugging the wall as he turned a sharp corner. The crowd just walked on past him, but he didn't want to get mixed up in it. He always walked along the outside wall, and most of the time, people understood that. They didn't bother him, tried not to jostle him, and those he knew well laughed and joked with him on their way past. No one considered him weird for it, anymore; when he'd first arrived, people had gone out of their way to call him odd or give him a funny look. Now that they knew him, knew his habits and his fears, they just treated him like everyone else. For the most part. There were a few bullies who made it their mission to give him hell, but they were few and far between, and wouldn't dare come up to him when other people were around.

Besides, he usually heard their malicious thoughts as they neared him and walked closer to a group of people, even though it made him uneasy. He felt like a coward, but he didn't want to have a fight break out and end up being put in detention or something. That was Thalia's thing, not his.

Speaking of which... Tristain scanned the crowd for the easily recognizable form of his sister. He wanted to ask her if she'd be willing to practice with him over the lunch hour. Class had been difficult today with buzz of a new relationship, and he'd had a hard time concentrating. He wondered if she could help him get back into his blocking, so he'd be able to live through his classes. Whenever a new rumour was circling the school, thoughts buzzed incessantly with questions and gossip. Thalia never seemed to have any issues, for whatever reason, but Tristain... well, he obviously couldn't focus.

She was wearing something bright, she always was... but he couldn't seem to spot her. She probably had already headed out with her friends. Tristain, on the other hand, was alone for lunch; his friends had gotten in trouble for something or other and were spending lunch in detention.

Oh well, he couldn't blame her for wanting to get out with her friends instead of wasting time with her lame brother. He rejoined the movement of the crowd, being careful to skirt the edges and not get lost in the center. He turned down a relatively empty hallway and continued that way, breathing a sigh of relief at the open space. He hated these hallways. They weren't near big enough for... well, for him, he supposed, since no one else had any problems with them. He took the stairs up to the second floor two at a time and walked into the more empty hallway, feeling better with some breathing room.

He walked slowly down the hallway, hands in his pockets, nodding at some of the people he knew a little better. They were all headed out with the crowds to find a place to eat lunch; Tristain didn't much care to go out there when the gossip was so bad. He'd hear just as many thoughts as he did people, and he was bound to end up hearing things he shouldn't. Better to just stay away from people altogether and keep issues from happening.

He wondered how people ended up hearing these things, when he didn't seem to know until everyone else already did. He was never told, he had to pick it up through other people's heads. Was there some code that people just... knew? Did one of the Powers pick it up and spread it to their friends, who in turn spread it around? Maybe it was just simply observation, or maybe the people just out and told. Whatever the case, he never got the memo until he didn't want to be getting it.

He stumbled backward as a girl ran into him. He seemed to vaguely recognize her as one of the freshmen... maybe a sophomore... or junior... really, he supposed, he only knew that she was an underclassmen to him. Tristain wondered what she was doing, that she wasn't paying attention, when he realized that he'd done exactly the same thing; it takes two to tango, as some of his peers quoted. He supposed he was just as guilty as anything.

"Omigod, I'm sorry, so so sorry!" she yelped. She backed away from him to look up, and Tristain smiled hesitantly. It was easier for him, to have encounters like this; he found it was easier to just let himself be polite. Still, he found himself shifting uneasily, and his hands twisted together behind his back.

"Um... my fault. I should have been... uh... paying attention." Alright, so he wasn't more comfortable when it was meetings like this. He wanted to just leave, to let this encounter be finished and go on to some deserted room to clear his mind for a while. He was finding it extremely difficult to keep himself out of her thoughts, and he didn't want to have to work at it anymore. Maybe he just wouldn't show up to class the rest of the day, he could already feel himself getting a headache. He could just go hide in some deserted room and pretend to be sick or whatever. Everyone would know he was suffering from his power, but no one would make him come out, they would understand...

No, he would go through the rest of the day, and he'd stay as long as was necessary to be polite to this girl. He wasn't going to be a jerk. Of course, she may already be offended by his obvious want to be elsewhere, but... well, no one could say he didn't try.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

~~~

And I still believe
That there's more love than hate,
There's more heart than ache,
And we're stuck in this great big world together.

1044~Word Count~
Gossip!>Muse<
O.o where did that come from?!*Notes*
“Believe” By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&Credited&

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[jazzmyne alicia roan.]

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[/color][/font][/size]o, no no. It's my fault. I-I'm sorry,"[/color] Everything's your fault, isn't it? Always. No matter what. Your fault. You can't do a single thing right. You're such a fuck-up, Jazzmyne. She could mess up even the simplest of things, walking down a nearly empty hallway. It appeared that Jazzy was a menace to society in more than just the obvious 'I'm going to torture you with a mere glance' way. She tore her earbuds out of her ears, realizing that they must make her seem quite rude in the company of another person, but a moment later she wasn't sure why she had bothered taking them out. She'd be moving on to the same classroom as always in a moment, and by the end of lunch hour she would have completely forgotten about this meeting and replaced it in her memory with lyrics and music beats.

H[/color][/font][/size]e was one of the all powerful seniors of the school, wasn't he? She couldn't seem to place him among the jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, or any other clique that existed in the school. She never was around the other students enough to be able to place people in this categories. But she was sure that he was a senior. He was the twin, wasn't he? Or one of two of them, she supposed. A true rarity in the school. An anomaly. She couldn't name him, but she'd seen him and his twin around before. They were nowhere near identical, being boy and girl, but it was the way they were often seen around each other that told Jazzy and the rest of the school that they were very accustomed to spending their time around each other since the first days in their mother's womb.

L[/color][/font][/size]ook down! Do you want to kill him?[/i] The nagging voice that was as much a part of Jazzmyne as her power snapped, and Jazzy's eyes instantly darted to the empty space of the floor between them. Thinking of all of the damage she could have done to him in the short minute her eyes were on him made her feel sick. It didn't take that long to cripple her step mother, so why had she put him at risk for that long just to ogle at a senior? She had to think. She had to be conscious of what she was doing at all times. She couldn't afford to lose her focus.

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I'll Make You Forget The Rest! Blargh, sorry. This isn't good. =\
Don't You Know Who I Am!

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[tristain kingsley everhart.]

Aren't these some times?

It's gotten bad, and it's been pressin' on my mind...

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Alright, he really really wanted to just leave, especially since she didn't appear to want to have this conversation, anyway. She looked down at the floor. Maybe she was as nervous and uncomfortable as he was. Maybe it would be best for the both of them to just go on with their lives and never talk again.

"No, no no. It's my fault. I-I'm sorry."

"It's as much my fault as yours." He was proud of himself when he didn't stutter over his words, and that they sounded like the strong upperclassman he was supposed to be. "I..." What could he do to be nice? There had to be something to make up for it. What's your name? That seemed safe. That seemed like the kind of question that wouldn't sound like a creeper or something... and maybe that would be enough formalities for the polite side of him and he'd be able to just get on with whatever.

He shuffled uneasily again. He was so dang uncomfortable with everyone he didn't know, but maybe, if he'd start making himself stay to be polite, he'd get better and eventually, he wouldn't look like he was trying not to run. Maybe, although that seemed doubtful. It was as much a part of him as being outgoing and sticking out from the crowd was a part of his sister. They were polar opposites, and this was just part of that. He was meant to be the shy quiet one so Thalia could shine; wasn't that part of his life? He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he were her.

He hoped this girl wasn't getting too freaked out. He hoped he could just stay out of her mind...

Even thinking about doing it made her mind snap to her thoughts. He put a hand to his head and looked away from her. Could he pretend he had a headache and make his escape? Would that be better for the both of them?

Oh, how he wished he was more like his sister in times like these.

~~~

And I still believe
That there's more love than hate,
There's more heart than ache,
And we're stuck in this great big world together.

346~Word Count~
Dead>Muse<
NERG! Talk about bad posts. >.<*Notes*
“Believe” By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&Credited&

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[jazzmyne alicia roan.]

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I[/color][/font][/size]f Jazzmyne cared enough to get herself checked out by a psychologist, it would be very easy to trace back the way she blamed herself for every slight infraction in life to the accident with her loved Step-mother years before. It was just so much easier to blame herself than have someone else beat her to it and experience the crushing feel of defeat and rejection by kids her own age, more or less. But Jazzy wasn't a fan of psychoanalyzing herself. It was too much work, and it could go wrong so easily. She'd been told by Miss Mays and her guidance counsellor that she needed to loosen up, and relax. It wasn't her fault that she had a dangerous and unpredictable gift. But she couldn't help but feel like it was.


"I'[/color][/font][/size]m Jazzy. Jazzy Roan. Well, Jazzmyne actually. Like the Disney princess, 'cept with two zeds 'stead of an ess and a y-n-e instead of a i-n-e." She was rambling again. She needed to calm down. He obviously was about as comfortable with this meeting as she was. No need to freak him out even more. Jazzy stopped and took a deep, unsubtle breath to keep herself calm and steady. This could be a... test of sorts? Yeah. That's it. Just stay calm. Stay in control. Nothing bad is going to happen.


"Y[/color][/font][/size]ou're... sorry, I don't know your name. I recognize you, but I don't know your name. I don't know many people's names." Word vomit. That's all it was. Her blast of words was even becoming annoying to Jazzy, so she could only imagine how frustrated this other guy was. This was why she didn't deal well with meeting new people. She got too nervous. Got too jittery. Got too talkative and too irritating. She was fine if people gave her the chance and she knew she could control herself enough to have a long conversation with someone, but when she first met them she was a chatterbox with no confidence.

S[/color][/font][/size]he hesitated a split moment, and then stuck out her hand, as friendly as possible. Might as well try to make herself seem approachable, right? "It's nice to meet you." [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[tristain kingsley everhart.]

Aren't these some times?

It's gotten bad, and it's been pressin' on my mind...

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"Tristain." He answered. This was probably the most uncomfortable meeting on the face of the planet, Tristian mused to himself. And the fact that he was musing to himself was good; that meant he was getting a little more comfortable, for whatever reason. He was glad he knew himself well enough to know that, because when she offered her hand, he found it that much easier to take it and give her a firm shake.

"You too." Tristain attempted a smile... and found he wasn't quite that comfortable, not with the way she was fidgeting. That was another issue of his; not only was he unbearably shy, but when someone else was shy, he found that it was catching for him.Oh the joys of being him.

But it wasn't all that bad. When he was smaller, his parents would encourage him to go out and make friends, but they always knew they didn't have to worry about 'stranger danger' with him, so they gave him a little looser leash than Thalia, who would go off and make friends with anyone she saw. So, one plus to being a shy child. On the other hand, being a shy teenager was terrible, especially in a school where you didn't have the luxury of meeting kids you wouldn't have to see all the time.

But oh well, he was alright with that. He was alright with being who he was, for the most part. He realized that more lately, when he wasn't in a funk because he'd just screwed up a first meeting with someone.

Tristain cringed as his mind reached out to touch hers, and he forcefully pulled himself back. There was something about her... he had the urge to read her mind, but he was also a little afraid to. There was something not quite the same about her... Maybe he was just getting some weird thought or he really was sick, but he had a feeling touching her thoughts could be bad for him. "Uh..." Tristain closed his eyes for a moment before he found his control and smiled apologetically at her. "Sorry, headache." He lied, glad he didn't know of anyone else with telepathy. He didn't like to lie, but this...well, he didn't want to admit to her that he was a little afraid of her, for no real reason at all besides a feeling.

~~~

And I still believe
That there's more love than hate,
There's more heart than ache,
And we're stuck in this great big world together.

380~Word Count~
Nerg>Muse<
Nerg.*Notes*
“Believe” By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&Credited&

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"Tristain," Jazzy echoed, like she always did whenever she found out a new person's name. Sometimes she'd get a sense of 'I should have known that!' when she heard a familiar person's name, but it was completely unfamiliar to her now. Not that it really mattered. She didn't do enough socializing for an ability to recognize people and remember their names to be particularly useful to her.


She[/color][/font][/size] stared at him for a moment as he complained of a headache, but it took a few seconds for her mind to register what he'd said. When it did she yelped and jumped backward, quickly looking away. You idiot! You caused it! Goddammit, Jazzmyne! Leave! Now! Her conscious' advice seemed the best to follow at the moment. "I'm sorry! So sorry!"[/color] she stammered, taking a step back again with her eyes still aimed at the floor. "I should leave now. I really should go. I'm sorry! It- It was nice meeting you."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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