Passing time... [Open]

[issie]

Smirking as she wiggled her fingers in a sort-of-wave at her brothers retreating back, Issie laughed silently at his less-then-polite parting gesture of his own. It was good, very good, to be back spending lots of time with him again - especially when she got to kick his butt at a game of pool.

With him off to a class, and her left with a free period though, she now needed to decide what else to do with herself. There was no-one else immediately in the room who she was friendly enough with to suggest a game of pool too, so with a little shrug Issie turned in search of something else to do in the room. There was a half played game of chess set up on one of the tables, but that was yet another 'having someone else is useful' activity, which didn't help her right now.

Monopoly, Scrabble and all the other assorted games floating around were dismissed as quickly, for the same reason, and a quick flick through the TV channels had Issie tossing aside the remote again, before finally she took a seat at one of the spare tables - opening a jigsaw box and starting to separate the edge pieces from the inside bit. It would pass a little time if nothing else, right?

Notes: Short, and a bit blah! It's something though, right?;

[jackmunroe]

Being the new kid sucked. It sucked when Jack started school in New York and it sucked again now at the Silas Academy in Vermont. What the heck was in Vermont anyway? Seeing as he knew absolutely no one in this place, Jack decided it would be a good idea to check out the games room, there was bound to be someone around.

Casually shoving his hands into the spacious confines of his jacket pocket, he glanced around the room, noticing a girl who looked about his age, looking as though she was just starting a jigsaw puzzle. With a quick shrug he strolled over and pulled out the chair, adjacent to where she was sitting. "Don't mind if I join do you?" He asked, his words threaded with his still strong British accent, even though it'd been four years since he moved to the US. Without really waiting for a response, he slumped down in the seat, blue eyes skimming over the unique shaped pieces before settling on the dark haired girl, "I'm Jack by the way," he added as a quick introduction. Being the new kid you get used to constantly introducing yourself, so why wait until they actually ask?

[issie]

As someone pulled out the chair opposite her, Issie glanced up with a little surprise, she hadn't been expecting anyone to choose to join her - not that she had any objections to someone doing so - she just hadn't expected anyone to want to. At the request to join her though she raised her hand to make a 'go right ahead' gesture, cocking her head to the side instead when he went ahead and sat down even before she'd completed the 'go ahead' movement. A bold one, 'eh?

Biting the corner of her lip as she glanced the boy up and down, Issie smiled a little hesitantly as he introduced himself. Meeting new people always made her a little nervous... or perhaps cautious was a better word. It was never easy to tell how they would react when she refused to talk to them vocally. Still, he'd approached her, so at least she had that on her side as it were - it was always more difficult when she approached someone new, she was imposing on them and all that then.

That thought in mind, Issie gave the boy a more friendly smile, raising a finger in a 'one moment' gesture, before digging into her bag for her notepad and pen - once retrieved, she rested the notepad on a empty area of the table and scribbled a few words on it neatly before turning it to face him. "Issie. Can't talk. Complicated."

Giving him a moment to read the word, before turning the book back to herself, Issie scribbled another sentence before turning it back to him. "Sorry. Makes life difficult I know, feel free to pretend you never sat down." She wouldn't blame him if he did stand up and walk away again, her head understood it was harder work to 'chat' to someone who didn't talk out loud, but still - she was always a little hurt when someone did decide it wasn't worth the effort.

[jackmunroe]

The girl waved him to sit down, a little smile playing at the corner of his mouth as she looked thrown back by him being a bit forward. He just shrugged inwardly, it was who he was, no point trying to change it.

Jack couldn't help but notice that the girl hadn't said a word yet, and to be honest, he was intrigued. Did she not want to talk to him, or did she just not talk in general? His left eyebrow cocked as she more or less told him to hold on before digging through her bag. What a curious girl. A notepad and pen were drawn out of her bag and placed on the table. A smiled spread wider across his face. Well this could be interesting.

She showed him the pad. Issie.Can't talk. Complicated. And before Jack had time to respond, Issie was scribbling away on the note pad again. Showing to him the second time, he read the words; Sorry. Makes life difficult I know, feel free to pretend you never sat down.

With the smile still etched onto his face, he shook his head, "It's nice to meet you Issie," he replied genuinely, "And I'm quite comfortable where I am, and I'm always up for a challenge," he added, a spark flashing through his eyes. "So if you don't think I'm prying, could I ask why you don't talk? Is it something to do with your power?" he asked, bracing himself with his elbows and forearms against the table as he leaned forward in his seat. Jack was unsure as to why he found Issie so intriguing, but there was something about her that made him very curious to know more.

[issie]

A Challenge? That was one she hadn't heard in a while... the statement made her laugh a little though - in her silent way - she didn't mind being a challenge, that made it sound interesting, like it was a good thing. Her smile faded somewhat as he questioned why she didn't talk though, explaining it was awkward... saying she was embarrassed by a part of her power, or by a side affect of it at least? People who knew didn't always seem to understand, and that often only made them pressure her to start talking.

Still, she didn't blame Jack for being curious... it didn't mean she was going to answer him though, the trick was just deflecting it somehow without encouraging him to force the issue - which, in Issie's experience was most easily done by giving him something else to think about. With that thought in mind, a mischievous smile took the place of her previously worried one, and reaching for her notepad she pointed a finger at the "It's complicated." statement, before reaching to write a few more words. "Besides, telling you would ruin my mystery right?"

Pushing her chair back a little, Issie then waggled her fingers at him in a little wave, before making the most of her favourite bit of her powers - her ability to bend the light around herself and make herself 'disappear' from sight. There were a few who wouldn't be fooled - those who could sense her body heat for example - but hopefully he wouldn't ruin her fun by being one of them. Hidden from sight she smiled to herself as she stood up and moved herself away from the seat. She didn't move far, just walked carefully around him to lean on the table the other side of him, before she returned to the 'land of the visible' with another little wave for him.

[jackmunroe]

The look on Issie's face said it all when Jack asked about why she didn't talk, he knew he had gone too far by asking and he hoped she wouldn't leave because of it. He was almost certain because of her reaction that it did have something to do with her power, but what? A smile then crossed her face and she scribbled a few more words onto her notepad, which Jack leaned forward further in his chair to read, momentarily losing his train of thought.

Besides, telling you would ruin my mystery right? Jack couldn't help but let out a little laugh, the grin that accompanied it, still lingering on his face, "I guess it would, and I do love a little mystery," he replied, his grin morphing into a smirk, the way it always did when he was feeling confident, if not a little cocky.

Next thing he knew, Issie was getting up from her seat and giving him a wave before disappearing from view. Jack leaned back casually in his seat, acting calm and collected, his smirk still imprinted on his face, though feeling thoroughly confused. What power would make someone be able to disappear and make talking a 'complicated' matter as Issie had put it.

Soon, Issie had appeared before him, another wave flowing through her fingers at him. A laugh spilled through his lips, his hands joining together in a one man applause, "Nice trick," he said, standing so he was a few inches away from her. Glancing up at the light up bulbs around the room, his smirk edged its way back onto his lips as he held his hand out in front of himself. Without too much effort, every light in the room went black, leaving the room reasonably dark, apart from the blue electricity that was now dancing in the palm of Jack's hand and along to his fingertips.

He proceeded to juggle the ball of lightning from one hand to the other and stretching it out between his two hands, the light reflecting off of Issie's face in a sheen of blue. With a wink at the mysterious girl before him, he sent the electricity back into the wires, the room flooding with light once more.

[issie]

If it was possible, Issie's smile got even bigger at Jack's appreciation of her little trick, seeing someone else accept (and like!) her powers - no questions asked, no judgements, no worried looks - was something Issie was still getting used to. It was one of the things she already loved about the school, everyone was "different" to normal, so in a way, being "different" was the normal. It was taking some getting used to, but, it was definitely something good to get used to.

About to ask about Jack's powers (which she would have done by a series of pointing, shrugging, and looking questioning - or resorting to the pen and paper if needed), Issie caught herself from moving as he too stood up - then she watched in fascination as he manipulated the electricity from the lights. The dancing blue electricity was beautiful, and if she had had her camera with her she probably would have reached for it - but as it was she made a note to see if he'd show it to her again another time... then again, perhaps he wouldn't want to be photographed while being 'different', some people didn't... Issie herself wasn't keen, she worried about the photos getting into the wrong hands and being used against her.

As Jack returned the electricity to the light bulbs, Issie gave them a thoughtful look... before holding out a hand and focusing on the nearest light. It flickered, then faded, but as soon as Issie turned to glance at Jack again it flicked back to life. That was an aspect of her power she couldn't control silently without concentrating hard, and the second she stopped concentrating, things went back how they were.

Generating a ball of light in her hand was easier though, and with a shrug to brush off the mixed-success from the light bulb attempt, Issie held her hand palm up and did just that - creating a ball of light (or, more exactly, gathering just a little of the nearby light) about the size of a large marble, Issie held it up for a moment, moving it between the tips of her fingers briefly, before closing her hand over it again. It made her hand feel a little warmer, and the feeling made her wonder what Jack's electricity felt like - would it have zapped her had she touched it? Did it make his hands tingle when he played with it.

Glancing at the notepad on the table - just slightly out of reach, Issie frowned a little, before deciding she could probably get the message across without it. Pointing at the light bulbs, then at his hand, Issie then paused... considering how to ask him 'hurt'... with a frown she shook her head at herself, before finally touching her pointed fingers together and then jerking them apart and shaking one hand... in her head it sort of implied touching her fingers together had burnt them and she'd pulled away from the pain...

And... he probably thought she was a nut case now.

Joy.