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Post by reenajade on Feb 14, 2012 20:03:44 GMT -5
RJ wasn't supposed to be out this late, but here she was, strolling through the garden. Her exotic blue eyes watched her sandal clad feet as she walked, hardly paying any attention to where she was going. It was nice out, compared to most nights. It was clear, the night sky open, giving any on-looker a full view of the starry sky. A light breeze played with RJ's natural, platinum blond hair that had a silver glow in the dim moonlight. For her age, RJ was beautiful, and was only growing more and more so as she got older. She only stood at five feet, four inches and weighed around one hundred fifteen pounds, give or take. Though she had an appearance that stood out, her personality said other wise. Reena was quiet, and hardly ever spoke. A lot of people at Silas believed her to be mute. Most of the time, she had to take private classes, because busy, noise filled classrooms made her nervous. In all honesty, she was scared of communication. She didn't like the thought of having to respond to someone's questions or statements, a lot of this being a result of her constant therapy sessions back in Pheonix.
Therapy had really hurt RJ. It had taken away any chance of her having her own voice and spirit, because after a while, the constant, repetative questioning started to destroy what ever part of her that had a voice and wanted to voice the opinion she had. RJ lifted her eyes to look at the half-moon before quickly sweeping back to the ground. A small flower caught her eye as she walked, causing her to pause. She tilted her head a bit, moving over to the flower and kneeling down on her knees beside it. She wanted to see what it would look like in full bloom, but seeing the whole process right before her eyes. RJ looked around, casting her gaze side to side before looking behind her. No one. Good. She didn't like a lot of people knowing what her ability was. It was special to her, and she cherished it. It scared her, but she cherished it. Finally, she closed her already exotic blue eyes, holding her hands over the flower. When she opened her eyes, they were glowing, resonating the blue even more; shimmering, the iris completely blanked out. A white glow formed around the flower, but was transparent so everything could be seen.
The small flower began to change, wavering a bit under the force of the power being exerted upon it. Small leaves sprouted from the stem, growing larger, moving in slow motion. Lilac petals began to push it's way out of the ivy green bulb, still expanding as it began to grow in height as well. Suddenly, the time began to move faster as RJ's control began to slip. A small whine of worry left her lips. No no no! Was doing so good. All of a sudden, the white globe around the flower exploded, throwing Reena back a couple feet, rolling her like a ball. Her hands scraped against the cobblestone, pulling the skin up. "Ow..." she whispered, looking at the heels of her hands. When her beryl eyes lifted to observe the flower, it had curled in on itself, the leaves curled up and brown, the once soft, lilac petals rolled inward and falling apart. A sad sigh left RJ's lips and she looked down at the ground. She needed to learn control... What if she did that to someone... It would kill them.
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Post by peter on Feb 19, 2012 19:22:52 GMT -5
The thumping of suitcase wheels was audible against the cobblestone, followed by the pleasant Southern drawl of one of Silas' newest students, Peter Sinclair. He mumbled encouraging words into the phone, all the while glancing around with complete uncertainty. The new student would have thought better to hold onto the school map had he known the campus was this huge. But stupidly, he'd discarded the map and only kept his class schedule. Peter could have time traveled back to get the map, except he'd thrown away said precious piece of paper back in North Carolina. He was a time traveler, not a teleporter. He'd have to pick up another map at the academy office... provided he could find it. He couldn't even bother himself to attempt said feat at the moment though. His quest for a new map would begin in the morning, but now he needed sleep.
However, finding the boys' dorm room was proving plenty more difficult at night. He'd spent more than a day cramped up in a beat up RV with his dad on the road trip to Silas. Sixteen hours of straight driving from North Carolina to Vermont. Needless to say, he'd missed orientation as the first day of school turned into the first night of school. He murmured absently to himself as he squinted out at the dark surroundings, "Shoulda taken a plane." The piece of metal against his ear blabbered words of confusion and Peter furrowed his brow. Oh right! He was on the phone. "Sorry Mama! Jus' talkin' to myself." Another string of thumping sounded as he strolled around, dazed, in a circle. It was too late to try thinking clearly. "Don't git distracted Peter, now you packed everything right? You didn't forget the important stuff? Toothbrush, hairbrush, comb-" Peter broke in, doing his best impression of his mom's sweet, yet slightly nagging, voice. "-shoes, socks, and jellybeans." He popped some of the candy into his mouth on cue and smiled against the phone.
Peter continued to listen to his mother go on about his less than satisfactory eating habits for about fifteen minutes. During said time he'd managed to further lose himself in the vastness of Silas Academy. He rubbed at the back of his neck, letting his mother's voice became background noise. Lots of plants 'round here. His father dropped him off at the wrong side of school; completely behind all the buildings. The blonde haired boy squinted against the darkness again; peered out at the rows of perfectly tended flowers and herbs. He was in a garden of sorts, though the dark night distorted it so. "Please tell me you didn't bring all the junk food with you? ... Peter? Peter!" He stopped examining the rather beautiful view and quickly blurted back a reply. "Here ma'am. And no, I didn't bring all of it." Peter's voice dropped to mutter. "Jus' most of it." He glanced down at the ground at his small confession and shuffled his feet. Eighteen or not, he was still very much like a child and was brought up in a family where you respect your parents' wishes no matter your age.
Peter shook away any feelings of guilt and allowed his voice to perk up with slight hope. "Hey can I talk to Chloe?" He pressed the phone harder into his cheek with suspense on the brain. There was obvious hesitation on the other line, and Peter thought he could hear hushed whispers in the background. There was a moment of rustling, which he could only assume was his mother picking up the phone again, before she spoke quickly. "I'm sorry, Chloe's in bed. Maybe-" There was more rustling on the line, followed by muffled sounds of protests from Peter's sister. His frowned, feeling hurt, yet still waited politely for whatever excuse his mother had conjured up. "Maybe another time, sweety." Peter stayed silent for almost a minute, rocking back and forth on his heels to the metronome like beat of wheels against stone. He so desperately wanted to ask what time his sister would open up to him again, and stop putting so much distance between them. The Southern boy would time travel in an instant if he knew that precious time. "Okay... bye mama." The phone clicked shut and he shoved it in his pocket.
Back to the task at hand, though a little upset with his sister's reluctance to speak to him, Peter walked out further into the fantasy like garden. Even with the stars overhead, the eighteen year old still felt fairly lost out here. He should have minded. He should have been worried or frantic, but he wasn't. It was beautiful, and there were other things to worry about besides getting lost. Even those things he didn't want to think about. A slight glow in the distance provided another distraction, and he paused with a jelly bean centimeters from his lips. He watched the flower go through it's rapid metamorphosis at the hands of the platinum blonde beauty. The sight was amazing, the very first encounter he'd had with someone gifted like himself. She... she wasn't just one of those plant manipulators right? Well, she could have been, but Peter was too ecstatic and amazed to want to believe so. She'd fast forwarded time. He knew she did! A bright grin grew on his face until the girl's power backfired and sent her sprawling onto the ground.
Any form of silence he may have kept was shattered as he ran towards her, letting the suitcase hit the ground with a thud. People came before material things. "Sweet Jesus!" His Southern accent ran heavy as he approached her, holding out a hand to the girl. Even before she could grab his hand, he'd continued to talk as a slight sugar rush kicked in. Kid always had a sugar high, even this late at night. "You took quite a tumble, y'right?" Peter was far from stupid, though his English made teachers cringe at times. Least he refused to say howdy. Sometimes he felt like he was a mere thread away from being cast as the Southern stereotype and left that way. Maybe this girl wouldn't be so judgmental.
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