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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 8, 2011 23:07:56 GMT -5
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"Mondays should be wiped off of the calendar." Clarissa groaned, perched up two metres above the ground on a strong branch of her favourite oak tree. Her left arm was wrapped around the thick trunk, steadying herself as she looked down at the ground and the young woman she was speaking to.
"All weekdays should be wiped off of the calendar," the other girl corrected with a smirk, kicking some leaves lying on the ground. She looked exactly identical to Clarissa, right down to the loose bow in her neon green shoelaces, but anyone who knew Clarissa knew why. The duplicator was a huge fan of her ability, and just couldn't seem to get into the school's general policy of leaving her 'oddity' at the gates unless teachers wanted her to use it. In fact, she used it more often than most people realized. While Clarissa lay in her dorm room, curled up under the covers listening to her iPod and relaxing, it was one of her duplicates attending school and answering questions or making sarcastic comments to her peers at lunch. It wasn't that Clarissa was a recluse; she just hated school. Her motto was basically 'If you don't have to do it, don't.' and she lived that out every day of her life.
"Let's just skip all of the back and forth banter and get to the point: school sucks. It should be completely eliminated." The duplicate just nodded in agreement, as Clarissa had known she would. Clarissa hated school with a burning passion. She hated teachers. She hated learning. She hated having her creativity stifled so that she could 'learn better'. There was no point to it. And that was why, as she heard the buzzing bell sound from the direction of the school, signalling that her spare was over and it was time for her next class, the seventeen year old girl didn't budge an inch. If anything she held on to the tree even tighter, as though someone was about to come along and try to drag her to school.
The duplicate, however, turned toward the school, and then back to Clarissa with her head slightly tilted. "Should I...?"
Clarissa shook her head. "Nah." She thought for a moment. "I'll... yeah, that's what I'll do." Her eyes closed as though she was deeply concentrating, and a moment later 'she' appeared in her dorm room, gathered her textbooks, and hurried to school for History class. Clarissa opened her eyes again, grinning. She was still perched in the tree, now with slightly less energy than she'd had a moment before. Duplication had slight drawbacks, but overall she was pretty confident it was the best power ever. "Reese'll take care of it. No one needs to know I'm skipping." Reese was just one of the many different names Clarissa had given her duplicates, each different in their own way. She could have just send Clare, the duplicate with her at this moment, but she kind of likedcompany right now and if she left Clarissa would be all alone. After all, what were the chances of anyone else showing up out in the forest?
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 12:21:56 GMT -5
Turning on his heel, Abe continued to stare at the slightly dampened leaves on the ground. With a finger pressed to his lips as though he was demanding quiet, he took two very precise paces forward. He looked up at the tree in front of him.
"Sixty degrees..." He muttered to himself, "Two paces. Right-angle to..." He made a turn to his right and saw a mound of leaves. "... mound of leaves."
He walked backward for five steps until his back hit another tree.
"Ow..." He said, quite without enthusiasm, "Five steps back... hmmm..."
He paused for a few moments, and then spun around to face the trunk of the tree, pointing at it as though trying to catch it off guard. He looked it up and down.
"Sort of looks like a big... stick of chocolate..." He murmured, and nodded to himself.
Then he heard something.
It was voices. Two... no, only one voice.
His curiosity drove him in the direction of the sound, and, judging by the volume, he reckoned he was getting closer to whomever it was that was talking. Then he got distracted by the stump of a nearby tree. He walked up to it and examined it.
"About twelve inches high?" He asked the stump. Then he counted the rings he could see. "Twenty nine... thirty rings."
He wondered further into the woods, still looking at the ground and counting his steps, completely oblivious to the two individuals he was now walking past.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 12:55:53 GMT -5
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Both pairs of green eyes turned as footsteps crunched the leaves on the ground. The forest wasn't, as far as Clarissa knew so far, a common place for students to hang out in their free tim. The jocks and preppy people usually preferred the field out front of the school, or the athletics court that had everything a jock could dream of. Seeing as Clarissa was neither, she usually preferred the peace and solitude of the forest. This guy... he looked about her age, was actually the first soul she'd seen out here since she began hanging out in the forest to skip class and avoid the crowds that cluttered the rest of the campus during any free time.
This guy wasn't familiar to Clarissa, but that didn't mean 'she' hadn't met him before. She rarely paid attention to the people her duplicates met at school when she sent them to class, because, well, people just weren't important. Sure, she liked good company, but when did anyone actually turn out to be good company? It was safer to stick with the company of her drones, because she knew she'd get along with them.
"You really don't look like the type to skip class," Clare commented, leaning against the tree with her arms folded across her chest. Up in the tree Clarissa remained perfectly silent and still, letting her duplicate do all of the 'socializing', like always. Even Clare, who was the exact personality of Clarissa, somehow seemed to be more social and talkative around other people than Clarissa. "Your science teacher sent you on a little field trip?"
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 13:13:39 GMT -5
"No, actually." Abe replied automatically to the voice, without even looking up. He didn't seem surprised that he had been spoken to by someone he didn't know was there. Only then did he stop (apparently) counting leaves and look up to see a girl leaning against a tree.
"I'm just doing a thing." He replied unhelpfully. "It won't take long." He assured her, "I just need to memorize the position and visual details of every tree in this forest. Then I'll be-" He waved his hand, "-out of your hair..."
He paused suddenly, still looking at the stranger. His expression was momentarily clouded over with a frown, as if he was trying to figure out a maths problem in his head. He took a single step forward - toward her - but then stopped and went back again. He shook his head, dismissing whatever it was he had been thinking.
He turned his attention back to the ground, pacing carefully forward until he reached another nearby tree. Then he turned around again and looked to another one.
"What about you?" He asked as he worked, "Are you on a free session, or are you just a rebel-without-a-cause? Or maybe your power is to know everything that there is to know. If that's the case, you've done a pretty strange thing in coming to live at a school, haven't you?" He rattled all of this off whilst still observing trees, apparently able to maintain his concentration enough to count branches as he spoke.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 13:54:29 GMT -5
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Clarissa's first impression of this guy? N-U-T. Nutcase. Insane. Mental. He suddenly seemed to be exactly the type of person that would someday be boarded up in a mental hospital, if those things even still existed. She had to stifle a laugh that immediately wanted to sound, but it was, of course, Clare that made the comments Clarissa wanted so desperately to make:
"Oh yeah, memorizing an entire freaking forest won't take more than a few years. No time at all," Clare said sarcastically with a smirk on her red lipstick lips. She was kind of curious about what he was doing, but that didn't make it any less crazy. "What possible purpose could memorizing this dire space serve?" She waved her hand around her at the word 'dire'. The forest to Clarissa was a lot more cheery than the rest of the school, but that didn't make it Disneyworld.
Clarissa shook her head, obviously amused. "The cause, buddy, is called freedom to do as I please, and I take full advantage of it. 'Sides, it's not as though I don't learn anything. Take right now for instance. I'm learning that it is apparently possible to memorize an entire ever changing- ever growing forest. That's all the education I need for the day."
Clarissa was not a girl who liked to pass up a great opportunity when one presented itself, and that was certainly happening right now. What could be the harm in having a bit of fun with this kid? As she saw it, he was practically begging for it. The real girl closed her eyes, picturing the exact tree that the other kid was looking at right now, and a second later 'she' was there, appearing out of thin air and sitting on one of the tallest branches in the tree.
This second, or third if you counted Reese currently attending school, duplicate looked different than Clare and Clarissa. She was wearing a yellow tank top and light blue shorts with her hair tied back in a curly ponytail, and unlike the sarcastic smirk that both Clarissa and Clare were wearing at the moment, this duplicate (Ari, she was called) had a genuinely happy smile on her face. She just seemed to have an aura of cheerfulness around her as she spoke in a bubbly tone, "But nope, my power definitely isn't insane brains."
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 14:34:08 GMT -5
"I never said it was possible." Abe pointed out, raising a finger at her comments. "Just that it was what I was doing. And in my experience, nothing is impossible."
It was about then that another girl... actually, the same girl, appeared in the branches of the tree that he was admiring, making the branches very hard to count.
"Take this for example!" He grinned, and pointed up at the newcomer whilst looking at the first one. "There's a world of people outside those gates that would call this impossible." He seemed more concerned with proving his point than with dealing with the fact that a clone of the girl had just appeared out of thin air.
He looked at his digital wristwatch quickly, then looked away, and then looked back at it again.
"Yep, definitely awake. And yet look!" He gestured back to what he thought was the second of the girls, "A whole new person on a whim! It's brilliant!"
He took a few more steps toward the first girl, apparently now more interested in talking to her than in counting trees.
"So who are we to say how possible a little task like memorizing trees is, hm?"
Pausing to let his words hang in the air for a moment, Abe stood in the middle of the space between the two trees.
"So..." He said eventually. "Either your sister is breaking the rules and using powers outside of the classrooms, or you are." He looked to the one he had first talked to. "Which is it?" He asked, "And is it just the three of you or are there more that I should be watching out for?"
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 15:17:41 GMT -5
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There was something about this guy that seemed to remind Clarissa of a mad scientist. Maybe it was some sort of glint in his eye, or the way he held himself, or maybe it was just the fact of what he said he was trying to do and his tone as he was speaking about doing it. He didn't give off a type of aura that a mentally stable person would give off. She was half expecting him to do maniacal laughter at any second now.
"Definitely awake?" Ari asked, grinning. "C'mon, give me some credit. This," she gestured at herself with a joking tone, "is far too good for any old dream." Ari was one of Clarissa's opposite duplicates, bringing out the extremes of her optimisticness and good humor. Somewhere, deep down inside of Clarissa, Ari actually existed, but Clarissa never showed off that side of her personality except through duplicates.
Clare spoke up, cynical as always, "Maybe you're just so deluded that you think anything is impossible, but even the human mind has its limits. I'm pretty sure the brain can't process and hold on to all of the information you'd need to memorize the forest." Sure, a lot of things were possible that people didn't think were. This entire school and every being within it was living proof of that.
At his questions, Clarissa suddenly decided to become more vocal. She laughed, shaking her head. "First of all, rules are made to be broken. Second of all: Do you think I'd be caught dead in a classroom when I can be out here and the teachers wouldn't be any the wiser?"
She closed her eyes for a split second, and there became ten of her in the forest around the boy, some completely identical to her and some with different outfits or hairstyles. All of the duplicates and her spoke in union, because Clarissa was a fan of dramatic effects when it came to her ability, however cheesy they were. "There can be as many of me as I want."
A second later all duplicates, even Clare and Ari, had disappeared and Clarissa was jumping down from the tree branch she was on, landing rather gracefully on the ground below and brushing some of her red hair away from her face as she straightened up and spoke, "Or there can be just me. It all depends on my mood for the day."
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 15:40:16 GMT -5
When ten people suddenly materialized before him, Abe was both impressed and a little bit intimidated. He'd never been any good at hiding his emotions, so they always showed as clear as day.
He was quiet for once, and let her speak as the duplicates vanished and the one that he assumed was the original joined him at ground level.
"Well," He started, "I stand by my point that anything is possible. That said..." He etched his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a finger. [color=0000FF"I don't think it's such a bad thing if a rule is broken every now and then." The truth of the matter was that Abe would probably skip class a lot more if he had anywhere else of interest that he could go.
"You have an incredible gift." He told her. "Maybe someday you'll use it for something other than skipping classes." It could have been a shot against her, that line, but the way he said it was genuine and perfectly serious - he was just voicing his mind.
"Was that rude?" He asked, "It was a bit of a backhanded compliment, yes. Sorry. Hey-" He offered her his hand to shake. "I'm Abraham, by the way. Abraham Winters."
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 16:03:47 GMT -5
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There was nothing that Clarissa loved more, kind of, than seeing the reaction that she got when people realized exactly how powerful her ability was. It wasn't that she was all powerful and invincible or anything. She was far from it. There were definite drawbacks, like the fact that she was sure she would sleep long and hard tonight of exhaustion. She could handle having one or two duplicates out for the entire day, but ten of them (eleven if you counted Reese currently in History class) even for a few short seconds did quite a number on her energy. She could actually go for a nap right now. Or maybe she'd just sleep in tomorrow morning. Yeah, that's what she'd probably do. Or she could wake up at seven and have a duplicate go to class for the day and sleep all day. That was just as good of an idea. Basically, the point was, that she'd have to sleep quite a bit to catch up on energy when she used many duplicates at once.
"Yeah. Sure. Maybe someday," she said, her tone clearly indicating that she had no plan of that ever happening. What real use could there be for a duplicate? She could make a damn awesome super-villain if she wanted, but super-villains were things out of comic books, as were heros. The people at Power's Academy were neither. They were just freaks with a little ability that set them apart form the normal world.
Clarissa shrugged. "I'm not exactly a girl who cares much about rudeness and manners, so that doesn't matter much to me," she assured him. She looked at his hand for a moment, and almost left him hanging, but after a few seconds she held out her own hand and shook his. [color=9D0000"Clarissa Giroux,"
[/color] she introduced herself. She left out the polite 'it's nice to meet you', because she wasn't really sure if it was. It was definitely interesting to meet him, but she couldn't say much more than that. "So, what sets you apart at this freak-show we call a school?"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] with codes 546WORDSabraham winters TAGGEDHere! OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDIT <3 NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 16:24:31 GMT -5
The handshake was, of course, a test. A test of character, more than anything. There was no way to fail; it was one of those questions he liked so much that had no right or wrong answers. Was she the kind of person to act civil to someone she didn't trust? And he knew she didn't trust him. Why would she? Still, she eventually shook his hand and he was satisfied with that outcome.
The girl then posed an interesting question. He removed his hand from hers so that he could grasp his chin in a thoughtful manner that a person many times his age might. On him, it just looked strange.
"What sets me apart?" He echoed, "Indeed, in a school full of unique students, it must take a lot to be an individual. I suppose the only way to be special here is not to be special. AH!" He snapped his fingers, and looked delighted all of a sudden. "Paradox."
He knew what she was asking. She wanted to know what his power was. He knew hers now, so it was only fair that she have the same piece of knowledge about him.
"Let's see..." He said, and looked down at himself. The usual shirt a size or two too big for him and his baggy pants. "It's certainly not my dress sense..." He mumbled. "Average height and weight, that's not it either..." He began to wonder backward, putting a bit of space between them. He continued to tug on his chin as he turned around in a tight circle.
"Maybe it's because I do things like try and memorize trees. I don't know anyone else - even in this school - who does that. Yes, I think that's it." He nodded.
Then he stepped back up to her and peered into her eyes, as though trying to read her mind.
"Why?" He asked in a hushed tone, as though they were sharing secrets, "What makes you different?"
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 16:45:28 GMT -5
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Okay, so Clarissa had to admit that she found herself genuinely, non-mockingly, amused by this guy. He was definitely a bit weird and out there, but then again, she'd just called this place a freak-show. Everyone was weird. Just some appeared to be a bit more eccentric than others. At least he was an interesting soul to talk to, unlike the boring cheery cheerleader types that she had run into before, or the 'life sucks' kids who were still upset about being sent away from their homes to Power's Academy.
Her head was spinning after his first few sentences that she had lost track of a few words in. Did he always talk like this, or was he just trying to get to her and have some fun with her? "So you're saying that your 'superpower' ability is that you're insane? I'm pretty sure that you should have been sent to a mental asylum, not a school." Clarissa was even surprising herself by the way that she was genuinely joking around, no mocking or malice in her tone. This guy didn't seem to mean any harm. Sure he was odd, but that was all right.
She shook her head, staring right back and now backing down. Clarissa never backed down. She liked a challenge, even if it was as 'pitiful' as a staring contest of sorts. She would never be the first one to divert her gaze. "A lot makes me different, forest boy." Just because she knew his name didn't mean she'd use it yet. "One point being that I just multiplied into eleven different people before your eyes. If you're just referring to powers, I don't think you should really need any more explanation than that."
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 17:08:07 GMT -5
Abe smirked back at her retorts, also refusing to back down from the staring contest he had inadvertently initiated.
"Like I said, everyone here's got powers. What a person can do isn't what makes them special." He wasn't sure if that was another psychological point that she would disagree with him on. He didn't stop to give her a chance. "What a person can't do might. What they might do does. Definitely does. What they won't do will too." His words might not have made sense, but they rolled off his tongue with ease and it was evident that he understood them completely.
"I'm not insane." He told her, still unmoving though he was beginning to worry that if he continued to stare it would freak her out, "I don't think I am anyway. If I was..." He narrowed his eyes, concentrated. "... that would be a pretty rubbish power, wouldn't it?"
Having gotten so involved in the unspoken contest they were locked in, Abe had forgotten that Clarissa was also looking into his eyes, and, out of a perhaps unfounded fear of what she might see if she looked for long enough, he suddenly backed off. Turning away from her, he took a few steps away again.
"Do you want to know what my power is, Clarissa?" He asked, without looking around at her.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 17:26:30 GMT -5
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And there he was going off again, speaking in such a way that she couldn't hope to follow. Maybe if she went to school more often, or wasn't tired because of duplication right now, she'd be able to understand the meaning behind his spew of words, but she didn't even try, knowing that there would be no point to it and the end result would be the same. She did hope, however, that her expression wasn't too 'blank dumb blonde'. If it were she'd feel like a bit of an idiot. She might not be the sharpest knife in the block, but nor was she some idiot bimbo, and she didn't like feeling like one because she let her confusion show.
Even when the eye contact between them became a bit uncomfortable, Clarissa wouldn't back down. She'd been in plenty of uncomfortable situations before in her life. Begging on the streets like she'd been doing for years had been about as uncomfortable an interaction with other people as you could get. If she could handle that, she could handle a bit of eye contact with a boy she'd only just met. "I don't even think being insane would be a power. It would more just be a mistake in the paperwork by Miss Mays when she let you into the school."
Okay, he was kind of a bit creepy now with what appeared to Clarissa to be a very sudden very strange change in demeanour. Her eyes narrowed in confusion and a bit of apprehension at the change and the way he wouldn't look back at her. "Uh... yeah. That would kind of be why I asked in the first place."
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Post by abraham kip winters. on Jan 9, 2011 17:37:20 GMT -5
There was a silence between them, which didn't seem so awkward to Abe now that they weren't staring each other down.
"Alright then." He said finally, quite quietly. "I'll show you..."
Slowly, his hands began to rise from their places beside him, his arms edging further up into the air, little by little, until he held them spread wide either side of him, with his fingers outspread on his hands, twitching slightly as though they were feeling for air currents. His eyes closed, and his head gently rocked back so that he was now facing up to the sky. Then the hands came back down and rested behind his head.
"...later." He finished, and gave a sigh, cracking his neck a little and passing off his performance as a flamboyant stretch.
He turned back to face her, and any trace of tension that was on his face before was gone, replaced with an innocent grin that was perhaps marred with an almost undetectable smugness.
"So, do you come out here all the time? Just sitting in trees and talking to yourself? That's a sign of madness you know, maybe we should be more worried about you than me." He rattled off, once more upbeat and tossing the topic of his power aside like it was the most unimportant thing in the world.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 9, 2011 17:55:03 GMT -5
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Clarissa watched in quiet anticipation as Abraham went through a big show of preparing to show her whatever his ability was. With the big proceeding, she was expecting something pretty fantastic, but how powerful could he really be? Could he teleport? Create hallucinations? Transform into some sort of mythical being? No. Apparently she wasn't going to find out. Clarissa didn't try to hide the roll of her eyes that she did immediately after he said 'later'. She should have been expecting that, with how interesting and unpredictable this guy had proven to be so far. She had a certain amount of respect for him, though. There was something about him and the way he acted that told her he wasn't just a regular old nerd trying to become the next Einstein or something ridiculous like that.
"You're just making me wait to bug me, aren't you?" To tell the truth, maybe it was a good thing that he was making her wait, though it was irritating and his reason mystifying, if he'd just shown her what he could do when she wanted she could easily have lost all interest in him. People didn't really stick in her memory that well, since she and her duplicates met so many people it was difficult to sort out who she'd met and who her duplicates had met and details about them, so she usually just generally forgot about people. Since he was giving her something to wonder about, now she at least had a reason to remember this meeting and him.
She shrugged, casual. "I don't come out here all the time. I've been to St. Michael's a couple of times. Other days I just stay in my room and sleep. But if the point of your question was to see if I ever go to school... no, I don't. I just get a duplicate to do it for me. Teachers can't tell the difference, and I'm saved the boredom." There was a bit of a playful glint in her eye as she became more comfortable around this guy. "Why should I be insane for that? There's no surprises when I talk to myself. I know that I'm good company."
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