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Post by thedig on Aug 30, 2011 11:36:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend had been here a couple o' days (it's an official term, you know) and he had begun to feel curious about the school. Maybe by looking around, he could figure out where he was? After all, the nice scientist had sedated him before he was shipped to Silas... So then Lend came across the game room. There weren't any people for Lend to accidentally brush against and imitate- yes, he was wearing his special clothes that let him change them too- so he directed his attention to the appliances in the room.
"Aw, cool!" he exclaimed and skipped over to the table tennis table. He flipped it up halfway, grunting slightly at the weight of it, grabbed a bat and began paddling the ball back. He was a worthy opponent, and soon he was slightly sweating- just enough that his hair was darker at the roots. He swiftly caught the ball and leant against the table, acting like he wasn't completely out of breath. He took a paper cup from the water dispenser that was in a corner and sipped it. After he chucked it in the bin (the cup), he went back to playing against himself at table tennis. |
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Post by dimitri on Aug 30, 2011 22:00:03 GMT -5
Dimitri had been hiding out in his room all day and by the time the afternoon rolled around he was out of soda and things to entertain himself with. He had pulled on a shirt and headed out. He had wandered for a while. He had hunted through the library for anyone he knew, walked around on the grounds for a while, almost went into the labyrinth (but then realized the only the worse then being bored in one's room was being bored in a place you can't get out of) and had finally settled on the game room. Even if no one else was in there he could play pool or something. Of course, when he got there, there was one other boy about his age. He appeared to be playing ping pong and since the last time Mitri had interrupted someone's game had gone well and resulted in his closer friendship with Parker he decided it was worth a shot again. Besides, with boys his stutter was much less prominent. He watched as the boy seemed to be working up a bit of a sweat playing against himself before he stepped a bit closer. "Do you wanna... you know, play against a person...?" He offered, a bit shyly, but determined to know people. |
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Post by thedig on Aug 31, 2011 4:11:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend started slightly and the ball skittled to the floor (you know, skittled, like when you’re playing skittles (or bowling) and the pins get knocked over). He stretched out slightly and walked over to the boy. To him, it wasn’t really a stutter, more like lots of hesitations; but in the end, the boy got the words out, and that was all that mattered.
He grinned at the dude and said, “Sure! Playing against myself gets boring sometimes. I mean, I win, but I lose too. It sucks. Oh- I’m Lend, by the way.” He extended his hand to the boy and with the other chucked him a bat.
Wait, what? He had put his hand out for the boy to shake? OK, so Lend hoped that he would have contact soon, because he was running out of people to imitate. Yes, once he’s touched a person, he can imitate them for the rest of his life (as far as he’s tested), but he gets bored quite easily. He hoped that this dude would be cool and not hit him or freak out or something... Lend didn’t really know what the main reaction was here at Silas, seeing as he had been here for a max of a couple o’ days. |
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Post by dimitri on Sept 3, 2011 12:51:29 GMT -5
Dimitri smiled a bit and extended his hand to shake the other boys while he fumbled with the thrown ping pong paddle. He managed to catch it after he almost dropped it, but when he did he smiled and half waved it to show he caught it. "Dimitri." He added as an after thought, "It's uh.. nice to meet you... have you... youknow... been here long?" He meant here as in the school but after he said it he realized it could have sounded like in this room and that was a dumb question, "I mean at uh... at Silas."
He moved after what he thought of as an exceptionally awkward moment and started to lift the table down so that he could stand on the other side, taking his eyes from the red heads face. The other boy looked about his age, which was good. Dimitri didn't know many guys his own age here. Actually, technically he didn't know much of anyone here, if he was being completely honest.
He tested out the weight of the paddle before slowly turning his gaze back to the boy, "So what do your... gift?" He asked as he turned.
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Post by thedig on Sept 4, 2011 7:55:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend shook his head. “Naw, not long,” he drawled, “A couple o’ days at the most. You?” He clasped the boy’s hand and felt his face soak into his face bank. How many did he have now? Well over five hundred. Anyway, back to the current situation.
He watched the boy as he lowered the table down. The boy looked his age... Finally! Someone his age! Most of the students here seemed eighteen or nineteen, some of them older. He heard the boy ask the question and a huge grin flashed across Lend’s face.
He thought about the best way to tell the boy about his powers. Maybe he could just say, I’m an appearance replicator. No, it didn’t sound good enough. I can copy people’s faces. Too... immature. How about he just showed him?
Yes. Lend grinned. “This!” he exclaimed. In a split second he had changed from his normal gingerness to a awesome dude-like dude! Awesome! He ran his hand through his curly hair and kepy his smile. “So, what do you think? And what do you do?” he asked him. Most people were freaked out and ran away (or hit him), or were... Well, the only people who were delighted by his ability were his parents. He guessed that the Headmistress might be a little interested but he hadn’t actually met her. |
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Post by dimitri on Sept 7, 2011 19:57:56 GMT -5
Mitri smiled a little, at least he wasnt the only new person. "Not too long, this is my uh... first year...." He paused there, grateful for the other boy's equal ignorance of their new home, "It sometimes seems like everyone... er... everyone has been here forever... youknow?"
Mitri had been waiting for an answer, a verbal answer to be precise, and when the boy responded he whipped his head around to see what was happening. He hoped the boy was a pastry manipulator. He wanted cake. Or pie. Really anything. Maybe glucose manipulator was more likely. But that wasn't what was happening at all.
It was like he was looking in a mirror and he watched as he... the other he, that was, ran his hands through.... the other his hair. His head kind of hurt. He instinctively smoothed down his own hair, half checking to make sure he was still himself, but the curly hair remained firmly on his head.
He looked, then, at his own hands, and down at his body. He was slowly absorbing the facts. He was himself. The other boy was now himself too. He looked up, making a face. "You uh..... you can shapeshift?" It was a bit unnerving to be talking to himself. Is this what twins felt like? "My uh.... power is... lamer then that..." He reached his hand in his pocket, grabbing his ipod and absorbing the power out of it while with his other hand he pointed it palm out at the trash can across the room. A large burst of energy was released from his hand and he felt mildly dizzy as the trash can flew back, its contents scattering.
He hadn't really meant to fire it that hard, but what was done was done. He leaned back, resting on the side of the ping pong table, trying to breath deep, to stop being dizzy from the sudden energy expenditure. "Uh..." He let his gaze slide to Lend, trying to assess the situation, "uh.... that...?" He let the smallest hint of a smile play at the corner of his lips, as much from nervousness as from an appreciation of his art.
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