Pray for Us Sinners [open]

[mallory]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/t8r9n8.jpg] Hail Mary, full of grace. The start of the fall term had not been long ago and yet Mallory was already praying more than anything else. She was praying for help and for home, praying because she did not know what else to do. Up until a year ago she had been locked in a basement, only her thoughts and a few mold covered rocks for company. Then she'd been sent away to a nunnery where she's practically glued herself to the hip of an elderly Sister. Now, however, she felt completely on her own again, lost in a world full of unknowns she did not know how to cope with. The Lord is with thee. Silas Academy was nothing at all like she had expected. She had known it was a boarding school and safe house for children like herself, children who had been marked by God himself. What she had not known, however, was how strange and foreign these other children would be. Nor had she realized how many there were. The student population was easily larger than the entire population of Harpers Ferry, the town where she had grown up. It was all very overwhelming. Blessed art thou among women, As such, Mallory had taken every chance she'd gotten to escape down to the small chapel. The small, east facing building was one of few comforts despite its peeling white walls and spartan interior. The building could have been an insignificant ant next to the splendid grandeur of the rest of the school. Maybe that's why, as she kneeled in front of the alter, fingers clutched around a rosary, it was the place where she felt most at home. and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Her fingers ran over the beads one by one, moving each time she completed a prayer. Her lips moved silently with the sacred words, forming whispers only God could hear. A timid girl of seventeen, her faith was the only place she felt she could turn. She had yet to make any friends at this place and while she wrote to the Sister as frequently as possible, it did not seem to be enough to guide her. Mallory was clueless about what she was supposed to be doing here. Her experience with formal education was severely lacking despite possessing a clever mind, and she was quickly running out of confidants. Holy Mary, Mother of God, Spread about the blue eyed wonder with her mess of densely curled blond hair were a number of strange objects. On her left sat a rock the size of her palm; to her right was an old stuffed dog with a missing button eye. Though, these objects were quiet sitting quietly at the base of the alter. In fact, they were floating on either side of the girl, rising higher with each prayer she completed. Her power had manifested subconsciously again and, since her eyes remained closed, she had to yet to realize what was happening. pray for us sinners, Not that she had recognized her telekinesis for what it was. The whisper of her final prayer leaving her lips, Mallory's eyes opened with a start. This did not cause the objects to drop. Instead, they both zoomed more quickly towards the ceiling. Slowly and cautiously glancing about her, the girl seemed to be confused until she looked up. Spying her floating possessions, the expression on her face turned cross as she chastised them for trying to run away. Eisenhower! Roosevelt! Really, where do the two of you think you're off to? now and at the hour of our death. Her question seemed to have the desired effect because both items promptly tumbled to the ground with a clatter. Unfortunately, their noise must have startled something outside because moments later she thought she had heard something moving outside the closed, wooden door. The girl's hands subconsciously gripped her rosary tighter, the stuffed dog and rock drawing comfortingly closer as she turned to stare at the door. She could see the soft glow of sunset through the cracks but that was not enough to ease her suspicions. Tentatively she called out, "Hello?," soft voice echoing momentarily off the walls before once again the chapel was engulfed in silence. Amen...

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[eva]

i need a n o t h e r story
something to get off my c h e s t
• • • • •

Dear Eva,
Your brother Rolando and his wife gave birth to a healthy baby girl and send their thanks for the dresses you sent. They promise to put them to good use. I sent pictures of this past Carnival as I forgot them in my last letter. Everyone misses you meu passarinho*. Send some more pictures, your little brother is fascinated by the snow and is curious if it’s there all year long. Your father says not to forget your prayers and to study hard.
Love always,
Mamma

Eva examined the letter in her hands and sighed heavily. Carnival, the only thing she missed almost as much as she missed her family. Not that the academy didn’t have exciting events but it was nothing like her Samba Carnival. Since arriving in Vermont nearly a year ago, the young woman had experienced a many strange and new things. Some she liked and some she didn’t. The academy itself was wonderful. Large and well maintained with endless possibilities for adventure, the people so far weren’t as bad as she thought (crazy perhaps for living in such a cold place but they didn’t bother her like the Americans that came to Rio to sit on the beach and take pictures of themselves in stupid looking apparel). The snow her brother was fascinated by however was something that she could do without. For most of the year, leading up into late June, Eva would be bundled up in no less than a warm sweater and jeans or sweatpants even on sunny days. Her mother said she’d grow accustomed to the weather changes soon enough but Eva had her doubts.

Turning her attention from the letter to the window showing off the outside world, Eva shivered and stood up from her bed. One thing she had found that kept her from being too cold was moving. Dancing or training took up whatever free time she allowed, since she was trying to catch up on her education. Although she was a smart girl, English wasn’t her forte and was making her learning at the academy a bit more frustrating than she liked so the letters from her mother were refreshing as they were all in Portuguese. Folding the piece of paper up again and tucking it away in her journal, Eva glanced over the last line of her mother’s scribbled writing and felt a slight pang of guilt. Her family wasn’t devoutly religious but her father still encouraged her to pray once in a while for strength or guidance more so now that she was so far away from home. Perhaps I should. It may do some good to pray and hope that I can learn this stupid language more quickly. A small snort emanated from the Brazilian. She doubted it would help but what could it hurt. Besides, it would get her out of the room and allow for fresh air.

Opening her window, Eva stepped back and closed her eyes. While she could shift eyes open, she preferred not to, finding herself more relaxed and focused with them closed. In mere seconds she had shrunk a considerable amount in height and opened her eyes. The room around her sprang to life with color in a way human eyes never could understand. With a slight jump she flapped her wings and settled on the window sill and examined the grounds before taking off in flight. Mutations weren’t anything new at the school, since that was why it had been constructed but surely seeing a bird of the Amazon was worth noting if anyone was around to see it. Soaring through the sky, the brightly colored form made its way to the small chapel not far from the school.

Reaching her destination, she shifted as her feet touched ground transitioning from flight to a casual stride and into the building that looked like it could use a little bit of a touch up. Quietly, she crossed the threshold of the door way and crossed herself like her father taught her and walked forward towards one of the rows of pews. She hadn’t made it very far when she noticed a figure kneeling near the front and couldn’t help but cock her head to the side. It appeared other people at the academy were also, at least slightly, religious… or in desperate need of a prayer for a paper.

• • • • •
my life gets k i n d a boring
need something that i can c o n f e s s

words |732|
tag |mallory|
outfit || click
lyrics || "Secrets" by OneRepublic
credit || i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
meu passarinho = my little bird ||

[Blitz Wielder]

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Smirking, the guy looked around taking a couple of steps in then halted with widened eyes. Not only was there another person here, but two! That would seriously be his luck. Seeking a silent place had failed. “Is there no quiet place on this damn campus?!” he growled lowly to himself. Backing out Blitz made to escape before he was noticed. Most of the people in pray were often too into their beggings to pay attention to other things. That suited him just fine. If they never knew he was here, no harm done. He’d continue on his journey for a good place. Next stop, the woods. Muttering to himself, Blitz turned suddenly and… crashed right into a tall candle holder.

Yelping, the guy paused for a moment dumbstruck. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Now the other two girls would know he was here for sure! Great. Just great. Gritting his teeth the guy realized that the candles lying on the floor were beginning to catch. With a frightened expression he started to stamp out the fire before it could do anymore harm. Once the areas were just charred and smoking, Blitz looked up at the other two girls with a suspicious expression. Maybe he could just run away. There was no way they would have known him. He could get away Scott free if he wanted. “Er…. They fell…” Smooth, Blitz, smooth.

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Song: You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring

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[mallory]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/t8r9n8.jpg] Having received no answer, she took a deep breath and tried to force her fear out on the exhale. Then she reached a hand out to pet her toy dog on the head, fingers scratching at its ears as if it were real. Vibrant blue eyes lingered for a few extra moments, watching the door with caution. But, as nothing seemed to be out of place and no movement could be detected, she finally gave up and turned back to the alter. Her mind had already come up with an excuse for the disturbance. "Honestly Eisenhower, you shouldn't try and scare me like that. It's not very nice." The slight pout of her lip could also be heard in her voice (a mere whisper out of respect for being in a House of God). The rock, affectionately named Eisenhower, had risen in the air to float at her eye level. Given the way it tilted forwards slightly, Mallory took this as a sign of apology and moved her free hand from the dog (Roosevelt) to the rock, giving it a gentle pat. "Oh alright. Just don't do it again, please. Don't you know the story of the rock who cried wolf?" She was waiting expectantly for an answer when another sound of movement drew her attention. This time there was definitely someone there, for the sounds echoed within the room. The hand patting Eisenhower clenched around it, pulling the floating rock to her chest; Roosevelt made it into her lap on his own. The girl turned as quickly as she'd snatched at the rock, eyes as wide as a deer's in headlights. The sight that met her was not something she had been expecting; two people had entered, a girl who was standing halfway down the pews and a boy trying very hard to prevent the chapel from burning down. Tilting her head to one side, Mallory curiously got to her bare feet and ran the hand draped in rosary beads over the skirt of her dress. The toy dog tumbled from her lap only to catch itself several inches off the ground where it hovered near her ankles as if it was heeling. Her grip on the rock loosened (though she did not let it go), and very tentatively she took several steps closer, walking only on the balls of her feet. The girl wasn't the only thing to move every time she took a step, though. Roosevelt followed obediently at her heels like a well trained dog. And, at the back of the chapel, as the boy stamped out the last of the flames, the turned over candles and stand seemed to magically right themselves. Now, this was all Mallory's doing of course, her telekinetic powers restoring order to the sacred space. As she reached the now put out candles, however, gently patting them as if they were living creatures, it was hard to tell if she had used her ability consciously or not. "There you go, little fellas. You're all okay now, yes?" And after having reassured the candles, she turned to stare, wide eyed, at the people who had intruded upon her solitude, waiting almost expectantly for them to do as she had just done and tell the candles that everything was going to be okay.

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[eva]

i need a n o t h e r story
something to get off my c h e s t
• • • • •

Eva watched the girl, patiently and curiously from the center aisle and forgetting why she had come to the tiny house of refuge. While it hadn’t been uncommon to see American’s make their way to the giant statue of Christ in Rio, she wasn’t sure she believed all that many actually believed in him especially those around her age. Yet here was a tiny girl though close enough to Eva’s age, kneeling, quite obviously praying and… talking to herself? The young woman was all but holding her breath in attempts to not disturb the peace and yet the faintest sound of a whisper caught her attention. Was the girl actually talking to herself? Why, Eva believed she was. It takes all kinds. She thought grimly deciding that not only did the academy take in freaks like herself but even worse, freaks that talked to themselves or dead things.

The thought to leave and come back later crossed her mind and seemed like a plenty good idea until a sound not far behind her caught her own attention as well as the kneeling girls. Turning around just enough to see behind her, the sight of a boy stomping out flames came into view and it took great will-power not to raise her hand and smack her forehead with her palm. Just one more example of how graceful some people could be, though at least he was managing to get the fires out before the entire place combusted. In a way, the scene was comical and made her shake her head as a lopsided smile crossed her face. They fell. His reasoning behind the actions.

She made to go help pick up the candles when movement caught her eye. The girl was no longer kneeling and was in fact walking forward bare-footed. This of course was nothing over spectacular; it was the actions that accompanied the movement. A small toy dog and a rock (the items she assumed the girl had been talking to unless she was communicating with the dead) were moving as well just a little bit off the ground. Eva blinked, knowing it was rude to stare but she had never really paid attention to other mutant’s abilities and couldn’t help but be a bit fascinated with the ability to move objects without touching them. Turning her gaze to the boy, to see what he was doing if he was still there, she watched as the candles and their holders righted themselves and settled back on their spots.

There you go, little fellas. You're all okay now, yes? Was the girl talking to the candles now too? Poor thing, Eva felt almost bad for her that she was resorted to talking to inanimate objects. The look on the girls face though was a little unsettling and canceling out part of her sympathy. While she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, Eva had a feeling she was expecting either herself or the boy to say something else. "Um… Yes." Her voice echoed in her ears, her accent sounding a little thicker than regular as she eyed the two in her company, unsure of what to think or do.

• • • • •
my life gets k i n d a boring
need something that i can c o n f e s s

words || 539
tag || mallory & blitz
outfit || click
lyrics || "Secrets" by OneRepublic
credit || i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
notes || n/a

[Blitz Wielder]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/118ez9j.png,true] Both girl were looking at him now. Blitz frowned and weighed his options. He still had the chance to duck out and get away before they could really get a glance at his face. Sighing heavily, the guy was about to bend down and actually pick the candles back up when they began picking themselves up. “What the hell?” he questioned with a scowl. He had seen one of the other students do something like this. Peering at the two girls Blitz wondered which one was doing it. To be honest, it was kind of freaky having objects move without anyone there to hold them. Getting used to the residence of Silas took a lot of time for someone not accustomed to people with powers. Next thing Blitz knew the one of the girl was talking… to the candles. “Ugh…” There were no other words to say. Confusion was written all over his face. The girl was talking to the candles. That was not normal. She acted like they were going to speak to her. Normal people didn’t do that. Was that ‘normal’ for Silas Academy students? Blitz was now seriously questioning his decision to come here. If people were going to be like that… Noticing movement by the girl’s ankles, Blitz raised a questioning eye brow. Her little pet doggy was floating there obediently. So. Obviously she was the one with the object moving power. What was it called? Telekathesis? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Mallory’s blue gaze looked between the other girl and him. The two weren’t friends then. Staring into her eyes for a moment, a shiver went up his spine. That girl had some seriously creepy big blue eyes. The other girl hesitantly answered the blonde chick’s question that wasn’t really directed to her. Or was it? Blitz was so confused as to what was going on right now. So much for a peaceful night of sleep. “So, ugh, do you two think you’ll be done anytime soon? I kinda wanna ... just chill here. By myself. Alone.” His voice echoed loudly in the church. Maybe they would hurry up and leave allowing him to sleep without anything to bother him. As a thought occurred to him, Blitz turned off the music and pushed the headphones down onto his neck where they rested comfortably. His brown gaze shifted over the area wondering where the best place to sleep was. The chapel didn’t actually look all that comfortable. Maybe Blitz should just go hole up in a bunch of leaves in the forest after all. It would be a heck of a lot nicer probably. At least there was an even less change to run into other people. With my luck, I’d probably still find someone. Another thought occured to him. What if another student or teacher walked in. With the blonde chick's deer in the headlights look, someone might get the wrong impression of why he was here. Oh god that's like the last thing on my mind! Oh, wait, now it's not... Ugh, crap. Stupid mind! Shut up, shut up! UGH! Clearing his throat, Blitz shuffled his feet waiting for them to answer not having the guts to look at either of them. It might not be safe. Blitz shifted uncomfortably trying to hide his lower section. With thoughts came... other things. Crap crap crap crap! Things down in Blitz's lower region began to change into a slightly uncomfortable feeling. Well, it wasn't uncomfortable as much as it was embarassing. Grimacing the guy cleared his throat again and tried to play it cool, but given the circumstances and the fact he didn't have any way to hide it.... What a horrible time to get an erection. Man, I'm gonna die if someone walks in.

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[mallory]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/t8r9n8.jpg] The girl's less than sure agreement with her question posed to the candles caused Mallory's face to light up with a wide grin. Of course, this expression most likely did nothing to ease any tension within the room. Coupled with her giant, blue eyes, the smile only served to make her expression more unsettling than the timid, frightened one from before. Regardless, it was clear that she was now much happier than she had been moments ago. She would have clapped her hands together excitedly had it not been for the fact that one hand held her rosary and the other held her rock. She did not want to crush the precious string of beads against Eisenhower's rough body. To do so would be disastrous, and as she did not want to destroy her precious rosary (who was actually named Fillmore) she had managed to refrain herself. Instead she opened her mouth and was about to comment on the accent she had detected within the other girl's word. And instead of her speaking, the boy did. Mallory's wide eyes fixed themselves upon him, looking him up and down much like a scientist examining a specimen for dissection. He seemed quite gruff and tumble, standoffish and markedly uncomfortable. No thoughts as to why he was acting this way managed to cross her mind. And then her eyes caught something strange just below the waist of his pants. The more he tried to hide it, the more noticeable it became. For a brief moment she turned her gaze back to the other girl, silently questioning her. The single word of agreement had instantly caused Mallory to align herself with her. In her book, that one brief moment of understand had just sealed the deal between them becoming the best of friends. And thus she was looking for confirmation from her new friend before turning all attention back to the male and voicing exactly what was on her mind. Bending over for a closer look, she pointed with her rosary covered hand at the boy's nether region. Confusion glimmered in her bright blue eyes, face the picture of childish innocence. Mallory's experience with boys was essentially limited to interactions with her father and the town priest. Add in the fact that most of her teenaged life spent in isolation with only rocks for company and her experience with boys pretty much was next to nothing. And thus, poor Mallory had just voiced the one question the boy probably did not want to hear. "Why are your pants inflating?"

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[eva]

i need a n o t h e r story
something to get off my c h e s t
• • • • •

Oh no, what had she done. The change of expression on the blond girls face caused silent alarms to go off in Eva’s head. Not that she was afraid of the girl herself per say, but the smile on her face seemed out of place and unnaturally eerie when paired with the large blue eyes. In a way, it reminded her of the look on a psycho killer’s face when they’re chasing down their victims… Eva eyed the girl up and decided that between the rosary and the rock she had nothing to worry about. On the plus side, she decided the girl didn’t look like she was going to have a heart attack out of fear or start panicking since Eva had spoken up in an off-handed agreement.

The question the only male in the chapel posed was a good one: were they (she) going to be leaving soon. Eva had planned on leaving as soon as possible but was doing a horrible job at being sidetracked and distracted by the happenings around her. However, they were in a chapel and unless he was going to be talking to himself a great deal and explaining to God some extremely personal stuff, Eva didn’t see why either girl should have to leave. They weren’t being very loud; hell the blond doe-eyed girl hadn’t even known Eva was around until he almost caught the place on fire she was sure. With the way he was shuffling though, perhaps it would be best for her to leave. In a mild silence, she watched him, while keeping an eye on the blond from the corner of her peripheral vision. Just because she seemed docile didn’t mean she was.

Then, something caught her attention. The look on the other girls face as she too examined the boy though more thoroughly than Eva despite the slight distance between the three of them. There was an interest on the girls face that made Eva think of her younger sister every time she found something new that she didn’t quite understand the structure of. She also looked at Eva with a similar type of confusion, like she expected Eva to explain what was standing before them but how does one explain a boy, who is basically structured the same as Eva and the other girl, to a girl that talks to rocks but is their age. So, she said nothing but let her gaze flutter between the two. She saw no real fascination with the boy. Cute, a little on the gruff side but cute however no real cause for anyone of their age to scrutinize him like a bug under a micro-scope. She could only imagine it wasn’t helping the already fidgety boy and she was going to say something when the blonde spoke:

Why are your pants inflating?

It was all Eva could do not to laugh at the question. How did she not notice? Following the other’s gaze towards the boys waist line, she found herself biting her lip to stifle the giggles and couldn’t help but wonder what it was that had caused it. Was it possible that he had a thing for being alone in chapels or churches for his private time or was it merely the fact he was in the company (as unwanted as it may be) of two pretty girls and just had the raging hormones of a regular teenage boy trapped in a mutant body. Not that she didn't feel bad of course. Having something like that pointed out by such a naive little girl would have to be more embarrassing than anything but it did entertain her enough to crack a smile. Mostly because it was happening to him and not her.

• • • • •
my life gets k i n d a boring
need something that i can c o n f e s s

words || 625
tag || mallory & blitz
outfit || click
lyrics || "Secrets" by OneRepublic
credit || i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
notes || n/a

[Blitz Wielder]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/118ez9j.png,true] The strange blonde chick turned her eyes on Blitz causing the guy to make an uncomfortable face. His own eyes flickered over to the brunette hoping she’d somehow step in and make things right. Instead, no reprieve came. Blitz frowned and eyed the rock in her hands. She wasn’t going to hurt anyone was she? What could she do to him anyhow? The most he’d suffer would be a bruise or a cut. Hell, that was even assuming she knew how to throw! Wait. She’s got those teletothesis powers. I wonder how her aim is. Wait, wait, wait. We’re in a ‘house of god’. She wouldn’t do anything like that. She’s got those little beady things those people pray with or whatever. Wow my knowledge of religious things is extensive. Snorting, the guy gave way to a grimace. Neither girl had answered his question. Mallory bent forward and pointed to Blitz’s pants. At first, he thought she meant to throw the rock or stuffed animal at him. However, that wasn’t quite what was on her mind. The blonde chick asked why his pants were inflating. Why his PANTS were INFLATING! “Son of a bitch!” Blitz grabbed at his crotch and turned away from the girl gritting his teeth. “Really?! I mean, come on lay off huh! It’s not like I want this to happen; it just does! I can’t control it!” His line of sight crossed over to the brunette chick and noticed her struggles. Pointing an accusing finger in Eva’s wait, Blitz tried to get his point across. “No, no! Don’t you dare. It’s not freaking funny! You women have no idea what it’s like for this to happen.” Growling, Blitz faced the wall and placed his right palm against it while still covering his lower area. His voice was hushed and to himself, but in this echoing chapel, they might have carried. “Alright, think of something - something manly. Paintball. Yeah, that’s manly. Guns, guns are manly. Nothing to do with women--- shit! More paintball! Uuugh, this isn’t working. Can you two stop looking at me! You’re making it worse!” The guy beat his head twice against the chapel’s wall and groaned. Not only was this completely embarrassing, but there was absolutely no way to relieve his frustrations. This. Sucked. Alright, let’s try this again. What can I think of? The Army! Yeah. Combat. Guns. Fighting. The mental images that flashed through his head worked. His inflated pants were going down and returning to their normal size. “God I can’t believe this. When are you two leaving?! I just want to get some freaking sleep.” This plan had failed. Drastically. Next time, I’m just going to go sleep in the damn woods. If I see anyone out there, I’ll kill em! I should probably just get the hell out of here and do that.

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[mallory]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/t8r9n8.jpg] "Can't control it?" she echoed as the boy turned around in embarrassment. Straightening back up, Mallory continued to eye him curiously. Her thumb was absentmindedly stroking the rock in her hand as she stared intently at his back, only looking away on occasion to see if the other girl possibly had an explanation for his strange behavior. The tanned girl must have had some sort of idea of what just happened. She was smiling, and the boy had just told her she couldn't laugh. But... what was so funny about inflatable pants? She didn't get it at all. The angered mutterings of the boy did nothing to help her lack of understanding either. So his lack of control made him grumble? Of course, that had to be true of most people, she assumed. When she was faced with difficulties in life, especially concerning the control of her own power, she was prone to talking aloud. Then again, Mallory always talked out loud. Her audience of inanimate objects were no strangers to her troubles. Which is why she held the rock and the rosary up to her eye level, curiously questioning them with her eyes. Did they know why the boy was suddenly so upset? She glanced down at the toy dog still hovering near her ankles. But, no one seemed to have any answers... So Mallory did the only thing she could think of; she shuffled her way towards the other girl and stared up at her with her wide, blue eyes. Despite the innocence that shown within them, the gaze was slightly unnerving. Or, maybe it was such innocence at such an old age that caused her to look that way. "D'you think that's his power? Inflating his pants, I mean. Is that why he's ashamed of having no control?" The girl had meant to whisper, but volume control had never been something she was good at. The questions came out as more of a stage whisper, every word crystal clear to all occupants of the room. She would have kept up the hushed tones too if the boy hadn't suddenly snapped at them both. Mallory's startling blue eyes fixed him with incredulity. He was being rude in God's house because he wanted to take a nap? Her voice had a bit of petulance to it as she pointed out the obvious. "This is God's house, not your bedroom. People don't sleep here."

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