Lumos [Maeve]

[issie]

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed

"I'll be fine, shoo, go move your own stuff." Gesturing the words to her brother with a smile, Issie pulled the suitcase from his hand and lifted it to waist height to prove her point - before setting it back on the ground so she could finish what she was saying "- I'll catch you for some food later, yeah? Text me?" As her brother looked set to protest (reaching for her suitcase again), Issie swatted him with a hand before repeating her shooing motions, and picking her suitcase up again, rolling her eyes at his half formed protest before she turned her back and pushed the door open with her free hand.

Pausing to look over the sign inside the door, Issie nodded to herself as she found the right hallway and started along it. Right now the hallway seemed pretty quiet, only the odd person walking past her, but she'd been told there was enough room for 400 odd girls - which was something Issie found hard to imagine, although the hallway certainly looked long enough to have enough rooms.

It was just lucky she'd entered the right end of the hallway to reach room 15 without too much of a walk, and reaching the room Issie knocked twice and then waited a minute or so. Getting no answer, she let herself into the room quietly - peeking round the door, before opening it fully once she'd confirmed the room was indeed empty - and definitely occupied by only one student so far.

Pushing the door shut with her foot, and depositing her suitcase and bag on the free bed, Issie glanced around the room before moving to the window to get a look at the view - she'd unpack in a minute, but, that could wait a little while longer.

They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down South for some higher education
Put her on the fast track to a law degree

Tags: Maeve
Words: 301
Status: Complete (if blah!)
Lyrics: Trace Adkins - "Ladies Love Country Boys"

[maeve]

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[issie]

Still stood at the window when the door opened, Issie jumped slightly as the other girl entered the room - sure, she'd been expecting her roommate to come 'home' at some point, she just hadn't expected it to be as soon as it was. Having steeled herself for the meeting before letting herself into the room, she'd unconsciously relaxed once she found the room empty - meeting new people was always something of an effort.

Especially new 'hearing people', not that Issie wasn't one of those herself, but at least when she was meeting deaf people it was natural for them to use and understand sign language as a first resort... hearing people, communicating with them was quite a lot harder, at least, most of the time it was anyway. So, to say Issie had been fretting about it since she learnt she would be sharing a room with someone, would be fairly accurate - her 'life choice' (as she thought of it) made things more complicated for people, and since she was 'forcing herself' on this person, they would have to put up with it... and, Issie understood it wasn't always the easiest for them. She understood, and empathised with them for it, but, it was still hard at times.

As Maeve greeted her and apologized for the mess, Issie gave the other girl a smile, and made a dismissive motion with her hand that she hoped the other girl would understand as regards to the mess. She didn't mind it at all, genuinely. There were better things to do then make a perfect bed each morning - at least, that's how Issie saw it... and it wasn't like there was mouldy food strewn everywhere... now that would have been icky.

Nodding at the girls name, Issie couldn't help but suck in a breath as she braced herself to give her own - this would be the moment of truth as it were, sure people changed and adapted to the idea, but still - the initial 'I don't talk' moment was always difficult, and not one Issie ever really got used to. Still, it had to be done - she couldn't just stand mutely not doing anything, that'd just give the impression she was stupid as well as being awkward to communicate with...

There was something she didn't usually get to do with new people though, and telling herself that she'd have to explain her power sooner or later anyway, Issie figured she might as well kill two birds with one stone - so, pointing to herself first to indicate 'I'm', she lifted her finger to chest height and spelt her name in front of her, I S S I E, a faint blue glow remained where she'd written, like the after affect of a moving glow stick, lingering for the length of time it took to write the word, before slowly starting to fade from the beginning first.

Writing everything that way would take too long though (and was a little tedious), so after holding up one finger to indicate 'just a moment' she turned to grab her notepad and pen from her bag, turning back to Maeve as she flipped the book open to a blank page and scribbled a handful of words which she then held out. Can't talk. It's complicated.

[maeve]

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[issie]

At Maeve's smile at her note, Issie unconsciously released some of the tension she'd been feeling - the reaction was definitely on the good end of the scale for first meetings. The girl could have looked disappointed, or irritated, or worst of all looked freaked out -- a smile was definitely a good start. Not getting on with her new room mate would not be fun, Issie's bedroom back home had always been where she went to get away from the world - and she hoped her dorm room would end up being the same while she was at Silas... having to avoid the place because she didn't get on with her room mate wouldn't be fun.

And Maeve was a light manipulator too? The surprise of the statement showing clearly on her face for a moment, Issie then smiled just as quickly - her hands clapping together in an unreserved show of approval/pleasure/excitement. That would be interesting, and it explained why the office had said they thought her room mate would 'match her well'. It made a lot more sense now, she hadn't been sure what to make of it before.

As Maeve sat on her bed, Issie followed suit and perched herself on the edge of her own - pushing her suitcase out of the way to allow herself to do so. Maeve's following declaration that her lack of talking was okay was a relief, but the question that followed had Issie tensing again. Trying (but failing) to keep the expression of discomfort from her face, Issie glanced down at her hands that she'd clenched together in her lap, before looking up again with the best smile she could summon (still a somewhat wary/unsure one though). Long story, she gestured after a moment - pinching her thumbs and fingers of each hand together in front of her, and then drawing her hands apart... before motioning the opening of a book. Hopefully it would make sense to Maeve... and if not, she'd reach for her notepad and do it the old fashioned way.

Sometime she'd probably have to explain it to Maeve, Issie knew, maybe one day she'd even want too - but, today wasn't that day. So for the moment she sat on her bed, waiting to see if Maeve had understood her gestures, and considering how to break the ice again...

[maeve]

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[issie]

As Maeve guessed her 'long story' meaning correctly, Issie nodded enthusiastically. She was always keen to approve of people who took the risk of guessing, and even more so when they got it right - Issie tried to be as clear as possible, but it was hard... like a very long game of charades... what might be a really obvious flower to her say, could be a marshmallow to someone else.

As Maeve continued on to apologise for her question, Issie gave a slight shrug before making a dismissive wave of her hand. She didn't want to talk about it, but at the same time, she certainly didn't blame the other girl for asking - if their roles were reversed she knew she would have been curious too. Perhaps not so blunt about asking, but, then again - she wasn't really sure how she'd be if she had the freedom to talk aloud... she'd often wondered how things would be different. She was quite blunt with asking Nathe things at times, or voicing opinions, using the protection of knowing that most other people wouldn't understand what she was saying.

It was something she tried not to worry about more then she had too, she couldn't change things after all, but presented with another Light Manipulator right in front of her brought a lot of the thoughts to the forefront again - what would she be like if she'd had Maeve's light powers? Obviously, Maeve didn't have the same problem she did... or maybe she'd just learnt to control it better? Dismissing the last thought with a little shake of her head (if Maeve had learnt to control the problem, then she would know what the problem was), Issie caught her focus just in time to hear Maeve's question about powers.

Which was a subject she was definitely going to enjoy talking about, Issie figured. Smiling she made a few quick swirly shapes in the air with her finger, reiterating that that was one of the ways she could play with the light. Then turning her hand palm up, she focused on creating a ball of light there - hovering it about an inch above her palm, before wiggling her fingers one after the other and moving the light between them. They were both useful tricks, as far as Issie was concerned, but there wasn't a lot of scope to them that she'd figured out. She could see in the dark... or, make somewhere not dark so she could see. That was about it though.

Making herself invisible though, that had it's uses, and as she sat on the bed, Issie manipulated the light around her to hide her hands and feet, then worked her way up her arms, legs and then body until only her head remained visible - before, with a 'parting' smile she hide that too... remaining that way for a few seconds, before letting the light move as normal again, and letting herself be seen. Or, maybe if Maeve was another light manipulator, would she'd be able to see the light being bent...? That was an interesting possibility Issie considered as she looked at the other girl curiously.

Pointing at the other girl as she finished, Issie tilted her head, in her way of implying what she was doing was a question. Hopefully the "You?" would be enough of a question to tell the other girl she was wondering what she could do too.

[maeve]

Maeve couldn’t help but wonder whether the fact that Issie couldn’t talk was related to her powers. Although it seemed very odd that the two things would be connected, it certainly wouldn’t be the weirdest thing she had seen. Powers could do strange things to those who had them, and maybe Issie’s muteness was a side effect of her light manipulation. The though made the older female shudder, wondering if it could happen to her as well. While Maeve wasn’t exactly a talking person, she didn’t know how she would deal with being a mute. But she was rushing into conclusion; there was no way of knowing if the muteness was related to her powers, so until she knew the ‘long story’, as Issie had put it, she’d just have to wait. And stop worrying about her voice.

Issie seemed to forgive her for having asked so bluntly and Maeve nodded some, thankful for that. She wasn’t really keen on ruining her relationship with her new roommate right after she had met her. And though Maeve figured Issie must be used to people asking her that same question, it still didn’t make her feel less guilty for having asked something as personal as that after meeting a person for the first time. It wasn’t like her, she had just let her curiosity get the best of her. So, changing the subject seemed like the best solution, and what best way to change the subject than to ask someone about their powers?

Perhaps it was the prospect of knowing more about someone with the same powers, but Issie seemed to perk up a bit at the idea of discussing their powers. Maeve watched silently as the younger girl demonstrated what she could do. The first thing she was shown was the same Issie had used in the beginning to spell out her name. Something that Maeve had never done herself, mostly because she had never thought about using her powers that way. The second thing she witnessed was something she was quite familiar with, and Maeve smiled at the small orb of light as it danced between the other girl’s fingers.

Becoming invisible had been something Maeve had only found out on her second year at Silas, and it was something the light manipulator found incredibly useful… to break curfew and to sneak upon people. As expected, she couldn’t really see Issie, but given that she knew where the other girl was seated, she could see a faint outline f her body, where the light had been bent, something Maeve found to be a bit surprising.. If she were to move though, Maeve wasn’t sure if she’d be able to locate her again.

Issie’s powers seemed to stop at invisibility and the girl pointed at her, wanting to know what she could do. Maeve smiled. “Well, I can do pretty much what you can.” She started, making a small orb of light appear on her palm, much like Issie had done before. Upon concentration, the small orb begun to pulse as if it was constricting “I can also make them explode, but it’d be best no to show you that here” the female added with a smirk before making the small orb disappear. She paused for a moment, wondering what to show the other girl next. Letting out a breath, Maeve concentrated on the light that flooded the room and gradually it became immersed in darkness. Breathing in again, she allowed the light back in the room. “Invisibility too, but you already know how that’s like don’t you? And..” she wasn’t sure how to show it to Issie, or if she should show it. After all, she was still trying to fully control. But she figured she might as well show it.

For a while, nothing else happened. But after a while, the tips of her index and middle fingers of her right hand started to glow. Getting up, Maeve walked up to her desk and picked up a piece of paper. Pointing at it, a light orange beam started to come from her fingertips and where it touched, the paper caught on fire. She dropped the burning piece of paper in the bin and it burned for a couple more seconds before it stopped. “Laser beams, apparently. Tough I’m still working on them… I don’t if I’ll be able to ever cut through anything with it.” She explained, going back to her bed and sitting down again. “Oh, and I glow too.” She added, and within seconds she did just that, her skin emitting a faint yellowish glow.


too lazy to quote xD oh, and in case you're wondering, Maeve's powers are somewhat based on Lexa Pierce from Mutant X