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Post by maeve on Aug 2, 2011 8:49:14 GMT -5
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[/div] ❚ BOREDOM WAS INDEED A DIRE THING. However, it was something a young female by the name of Maeve Florian was quite used to, and yet, it still annoyed her. It was something that happened to her since she was little, as Maeve would usually be the first to grow bored of something. Nothing seemed to satisfy her whenever she was bored, not even doing the stuff she liked to do. No, for Maeve being bored also meant loosing all the will to do something. For Maeve, ultimate boredom meant doing virtually nothing other than lazying around for indefinite time with no set purpose other than to wait for a sudden urge to do something would force her out of her state. It was terrible, but if you looked at it from a different angle, it wasn't that bad, cause it meant she didn't have the urge to do stupid things when she was bored. And that was a good thing.
Speaking of which, was it possible for someone to actually die out of boredom alone? In all her life, she had yet to hear about such a thing, let alone witness it, but she had no doubt that if it were to happen, it would definitely be fun to watch. Maybe the afflicted would suffer from excruciating pain before finally succumbing. Or maybe it would cause them to melt... "Don't be idiotic Mae, there's no way one could die out of boredom alone." she scolded herself, earning a few weird glances from the people around her, to whom she promptly smiled, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. As soon as they had returned to whatever they were doing before, she resumed her monologue. "Yes, that would be unlikely. But one could end up killing themselves because they were bored. Yes, that is possible. Stupid, but possible." She nodded some, pleased with her conclusion, even though it did very little to help her with her current state. All she knew was that she was bored, not dying from it, and most certainly not willing to kill herself in hopes to end that.
The female sighed as she walked around the school with no set destination in mind, hoping that she would at least run into something entertaining. As usual, she had brought her ever present black notebook, the one where she kept all her drawings in and some drawing material as well. Who knew, maybe she would find something worth drawing, and finally find something to do with her time. Eventually, her wanderings came to an end in front of the massive double doors that led to the library. Wait, the library? How was she supposed to stop being bored in a place full of books? It wasn't as if she didn't like to read, quite the opposite, but in her current situation she doubted that a book would help her. Still, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Well, she might as well try to enjoy it while she was here.
Once inside, Maeve immediately steered herself towards the American literature section and started to search the 'Ps'. Maybe she could find something of Poe she hadn't read yet. The female scanned the titles as her fingers tapped lightly against her lips. Who knew, after all she was feeling a bit less bored. TAGGED: EMMI WORD COUNT: 559 NOTES: I HAD NO IDEA WHERE TO MAKE THIS, SO I ENDED UP GOING WITH THE LIBRARY -.-' HOPE YOU DON'T MIND IT [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by emily on Aug 2, 2011 12:57:12 GMT -5
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Hidden ChildCrowds always frightened Emmi. When she was in a crowd millions of thoughts would run through her head. She would think of the eyes, the eyes staring at her. Looking her up and down, making their split second judgements before weaving her into the person's past. She didn't like feeling like she was always being watched, being thought of and judged. But she couldn't change that, she had no say in what others thought or did. Judging to her seemed like a part of human nature itself, and it was a part of life that she would always fear.
As she weaseled her way through the clumps of people she felt a sharp pressure on her foot and let out a yelp. Heads turned and the person removed his shoe from her now sore toe. Emily bit her lip, regretting her small outburst. The staring only lasted a second but it felt like an eternity. Before she really knew what she was doing she found herself moving through the crowds. She was phasing through them as though they were made of smoke. The young girl didn't bother looking back to see the annoyed and outraged faces.
She continued moving through the sea of people until she had reached a wall. Emily had originally planned to head back to her dorm but right now all she wanted was to get out of the crowd. Her body phased through the wall and she looked around to see rows and rows of shelfs crammed with books. The library was all but deserted, with only about three students in the entire library.
Emmi let out a long breath, her heart still beating fast from the hallway incident. She found an empty table to sit at and let her bag drop to the floor. Some students looked up at the noise and the girl blushed and turned away. She pulled out a notebook from her bag and began to draw little designs. The fourteen year old girl was never a very good drawer so she stuck to simple shapes and swirls. It calmed her a little but her drawings were even worse than usual as her hand was shaking. Emily gripped her shaking hand, letting her pencil fall onto the notebook. Right now all she wanted to do was to phase through the floor but she was terrified that she would fall back into one of the crowds. One of the calculating and judging crowds. words: 410, tag: Maeve, outfit: navy blue t-shirt and grey skinny jeans, notes: The location is fine, no need to worry about it |
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Post by maeve on Aug 2, 2011 15:31:56 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
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❚ MAEVE HAD ALWAYS BEEN A FAN OF SCARY STORIES. The horror genre in general seemed to hold a great appeal for the female, ever since she was a child. Why this was, she didn't understand. Because she wasn't like the people who liked to hear scary stories or watch horror movies because of the rush they would feel from the fear, even though that would seem like something Maeve would do. No. If anything, horror movies made her laugh, although most times she would hold an apathetic expression on her face, whereas everyone else would be cringing or covering their eyes. She didn't know why, but she didn't find the usual scary movies all that scary. It was probably why she had stopped watching them with a company. Because, lets face it, if you are seeing a maniac chop down an helpless victim with an ax, it's a b it disturbing to see the person next to you laughing. It was a tad troublesome to have people looking at her with a concerned expression on their faces every time she laughed at a gorey or particularly scary scene and she would rather not have people questioning her mental sanity. Well, at least not anytime soon.
Her lips moved silently, as she read the titles in each book spine. As usual, most of the books there were anthologies of Edgar Allan Poe's works, and she knew most of them and had most of them in her room. Now, you might say that Poe isn't really that scary, especially for someone who laughs during horror movies, and Maeve will definitely agree with you on that. However, there was something about the way is stories were written that captivated her, and so, over the years, Poe had became one of her favourite writers. In fact, Poe had actually been one of the few writers to ever send chills down her spine while she read. Him and Stephen King.
An unfamiliar title caught her eye and the female paused, looking at the book. No doubt she hadn't read it before, but it was likely that she already knew some of it's contents. Nevertheless, Maeve figured she could take a look, maybe there was something there she hadn't read. And even if she had, indeed read it before, it was still a good read. She had just pulled the book out of the shelf and was getting ready to leave the place when a noise drew her attention to the study area. Her eyes locked onto a fairly new face, one that was visibly embarrassed by the noise she'd made and Maeve couldn't help but smile. Even though it had been a really long time ago, she still remembered how it felt to be new. Especially when you move from a different country and had a completely different accent from everyone else. Fun times. In the end though, she had grown used to it, and there were more people from the UK at Silas as well, so she didn't feel out of place very long.
Quietly, she made her way to the younger girl, still with a smile on her lips. "Excuse me" she started politely, not wanting to startle the other girl "Would you mind if I sat here?" she asked gesturing to the chair opposite to hers.
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Post by emily on Aug 2, 2011 16:09:07 GMT -5
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Hidden Child"Excuse me. Would you mind if I sat here?" Emily looked up from her notebook covered with with shakey designs to see an older girl. The fourteen year old girl thought she heard an accent in the other girl's voice, an English accent, but she couldn't be sure until she heard the girl speak more. "Ugh sure. Go ahead." Emmi's voice was quiet, for she was very shy when she first saw people. Had the girl not asked so nicely should we have just nodded her head in response but because she had seemed so friendly Emmi was willing to at least try talking.
Emmi picked up the pencil once more and took a crack at drawing the designs again. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth and she furrowed her brow in concentration as she struggled to clean up some of the crude lines that she had already tainted the paper with. Once she had erased almost all of the lines she began making long curved strokes. She had no idea as to what she was drawing but bit by bit something was starting to take shape. At a glance everything looked like poorly drawn lines and there was nothing clean about her drawing. But the more she looked at it the more the lines started to look as though they connected to form something. And that something was a human, but not just any human, it was herself.
She hadn't drawn any of her features really well but she could tell that it was herself by the fact that she had made the person so small and that the surroundings were that of her house. In the picture she was phasing through a wall, her family's kitchen wall to be exact. Her arms were covering her face, as though she were trying to block something. Suddenly it dawned on her, this was the exact moment she had discovered her power. That moment happened to be when she was playing tag with her father and she had almost run into a wall but phased through it at the last moment.
Emily set the pencil down and stared at the drawing. It started to feel that by just staring at the badly drawn picture was taking her back home and back to her family. She wanted it all so badly, but it was something that was almost insane for her to wish for. words: 410, tag: Maeve, outfit: navy blue t-shirt and grey skinny jeans, notes: none |
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Post by maeve on Aug 2, 2011 19:04:36 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
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❚ Again, it was with a smile that the older female sat down, carefully placing both the book she had just picked up and her notebook on the desk. For a while, she remained silent, wondering whether she should engage a conversation with this girl at all. She decided to wait a bit, and instead of talking she picked the book up again, and flipped through it trying to find something to read, as the younger girl seemed to busy herself drawing something she couldn't really see.
Maeve hadn't really gotten that far into her story before curiosity started to gnaw at her insides ruining her focus. Sighing, she placed the book down before returning her attention to the younger girl. "You're new here aren't you?" she didn't mean it in a bad way, nor was she making fun of her. It was merely a question, because she could be wrong. After all, she didn't know everyone who attended Silas, and this girl didn't look like she was the type to attract attention, so it would be equally as likely that they simply hadn't crossed each other's paths up until now. But she simply gave off that 'new kid' vibe, so Maeve couldn't help but ask. In fact, she reminded her of herself on her first days.
"I was like that too. On my first days I mean" not exactly because of the drawing, cause she still did that now, but because she had had that same expression on her face. And she was always thinking everyone was judging her. She offered her a kind smile. "You shouldn't worry so much about it. I'm Maeve by the way. Maeve Florian." she added, hoping to at least get a name from this girl.
Maeve noticed the girl had stopped drawing and glanced her drawing, trying to figure out what it was about, but from her current spot, she couldn't make out much more than some curved lines. She was curious at what she had been drawing, as she always was when it came to other people's artworks. She opened her mouth, the question forming in her head 'can i see it?'. But she decided against voicing it, and shut her mouth again. It could be private, and she didn't want to pry. She had never liked doing that, especially to someone who looked as shy as the young girl in front of her.
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Post by emily on Aug 2, 2011 20:58:26 GMT -5
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Hidden Child"You're new here aren't you?" Emmi closed her notebook, the picture brought back too many memories. They were happy memories but it made her yearn for her parents. Sometimes she felt as though she was a baby bird that had been pushed from the nest too early. Like she didn't get a chance to fully live out her childhood. She was only fourteen, and she had never had a first kiss or a boyfriend for that matter and even she believed that she was still a kid.
The blue eyed girl faced the older female, who she was now sure was from England, "Yeah. It's my first year here. This is my first time in this library too." Emily pulled a piece of hair behind her ear and looked down at her hands which were now folded on top of the notebook. "I was like that too. On my first days I mean. You shouldn't worry so much about it." Emmi had heard it all before, that she should stick up for herself and have a little more confidence. It wasn't just a first year thing either, the young girl was just naturally shy. She had lived in a small town and all the houses were very spread out, which ended up giving her limited interaction with kids her own age. Emmi didn't even go to public school, she was homeschooled by her parents because the school was too far away.
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"I'm Maeve by the way. Maeve Florian." Emily hesitated at first but decided that the girl seemed nice enough and it couldn't hurt to at least give out her name. "I'm Emily Jones. Some people just call me Emmi though."
She watched the older girl glance at the notebook and she could tell that she wanted to say something but thought against it. Emily didn't think that she had really seen the drawing so she wasn't thinking of saying any mean critique. The only other thing she could think of was that the other girl was curious as to what she was drawing which was only natural.
"Umm, wanna see it? The drawing I mean." She pushed the notebook towards her. "Its on the third page. Not all that good though, I was just doodling." words: 376, tag: Maeve, outfit: navy blue t-shirt and grey skinny jeans, notes: none |
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Post by maeve on Aug 3, 2011 13:42:55 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
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❚ IT HAD ONLY BEEN DURING HER FIRST DAYS AT SILAS that Maeve had realized how much she actually cared for her family. Well, she had always liked them, her mother especially. But once her powers developed, their disappointment, their... fear, was an huge shock to Maeve. At first because she didn't understand why was it so bad to have a special power, and it wasn't the she could lift a truck over her head or fly, it was something quite simple, quite harmless. And above all else, it was something easy to conceal. But then, she understand that they didn't really mind about the power, the problem was that she had them. Let the neighbors' kid be a freak, but not her. Not their sole heir. That had been the worst part of it all, knowing that it really didn't matter much that she was family, all that mattered to her grandparents was keeping the appearances.
That was why, when she had heard about Silas, she hadn't thought twice about it. Maeve had wanted to learn more about her powers, no matter what, and if that meant leaving her family behind, so be it. It wasn't until she found herself in a new country, in a new school and knowing virtually no one that she started to think that it might not have been such a good choice after all. She found out she missed her family more than she let on, and every day she found herself eager to call home. Although, as she started to make some friends and developing her powers, the homesickness was put in the back of her mind and she found out she didn't miss them that much. Her mother's annual visit was more than enough to suffice.
"I'm Emily Jones. Some people just call me Emmi though."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Emmi." Maeve replied politely, noticing Emmi had now closed the notebook. Whatever it was that the younger female had drawn, she didn't want it to be seen. Or so she though, cause just as she had finished speaking Emmi asked her if she wanted to take a look at it. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't making Emmi uncomfortable. However, Emmi pushed the notebook towards here "Its on the third page. Not all that good though, I was just doodling."
Opening the notebook, she stared at the drawing Emmi had made. It wasn't particularly good, but she could recognize the features of one of the characters. Is this you? she asked, raising her eyes from the notebook. It's not bad. She added with a smile closing the notebook again and pushing it towards Emmi.
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Post by emily on Aug 4, 2011 15:39:35 GMT -5
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Hidden ChildEmily watched as Maeve looked over her drawing. She wasn't sure exactly what she was hoping for as the older girl scanned over her drawing. She wasn't really looking for compliments as she didn't have much of a passion for art, but she wasn't looking for criticism either as to her it was just a doodle, not something to be judged. "Is this you? It's not bad." Emmi nodded. "Yeah, it's me, when I was a little younger that is. And thanks, but really its just a doodle." She caught the notebook before it slid over the edge of the table.
"Is that a book on poetry?" Emmi's blue eyes caught the name Edgar Allen Poe on the front of the book Maeve was reading. She didn't know much about him, other than the fact that he was a poet and incorparated some fairly dark things into his poems. The girl was either reading the book for a project or she just liked poetry. Emily was hoping that the girl liked poetry, because even though the younger girl wasn't much of a fan of it, she would at least know a little bit more about the girl sitting at the table. And it was only once she knew more about a person that she would start to open up to them. words: 234, tag: Maeve, outfit: navy blue t-shirt and grey skinny jeans, notes: none |
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Post by maeve on Aug 6, 2011 10:39:55 GMT -5
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❚ MAEVE SHRUGGED A BIT. "Well, I think it's good" In fact, the drawing itself could be greatly improved, but for someone who had claimed it to be 'just a doodle' it was pretty good. Suddenly, Maeve became curious about Emmi's powers, and wondered if she should ask her about it. She knew some people didn't really like to be asked about what their powers were, and for all she knew, Emmi could be one of those. Yet, Maeve had always been curious about what other powers existed besides her own, and when given the change she liked to know how they worked and whatnot.
During the short silence that followed her last words, Maeve thought about asking Emmi that same question, wanting to know what her powers was. Yet, just as she was about to voice her question, the other girl spoke up, seemingly interested in the book Maeve had been carrying. She stared down at the book and shook her head. "Actually no. While Poe does have some poetry books, and his poems are known, he was also a prose writer, and this book in particular is a collection of some of his short stories... sorry i'm rambling. I just really like scary stories." she replied with a grin on her face.
Again. Silence. She was beginning to think she had scared Emmi. "Okay... that was not awkward at all... Anyway. I've been meaning to ask, what's your power? I mean, if you don't mind me asking, that is." There, she'd ask it. Damn you curiosity.
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Post by emily on Aug 7, 2011 19:34:16 GMT -5
"Well, I think it's good." Emmi smiled softly and ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair. "Thanks." Even if the girl was lying it was a kind lie, like the one you told to keep others from getting hurt. Emily was still a little shaken up from the hallway episode and she appreciated the girl's kind words as they let her relax.
The other girl looked down at her book after hearing Emmi's question, "Actually no. While Poe does have some poetry books, and his poems are known, he was also a prose writer, and this book in particular is a collection of some of his short stories..." The fourteen year old blinked, clearly she hadn't got the book to work on an assignment. This girl definately had a passion for either poets in general or just this particular one. "sorry i'm rambling. I just really like scary stories." It was interesting to Emily how after all she had said on the book she merely summed it up with that she liked scary stories. While Emmi wasn't scared of too many things, at least most things that would scare girls such as bugs, reptiles, and rats, she wasn't a big fan of scary movies and all the gore they showed. In fact sometimes it would make her feel a little sick just watching it. But everyone was allowed to have their own personal interests.
"Okay... that was not awkward at all . . ." Emily smiled, "We all have our hobbies." The girl continued and asked Emmi the question that most mutants were asked at some point. "Anyway. I've been meaning to ask, what's your power? I mean, if you don't mind me asking, that is."
"It's fine. My power is phasing, so I can go through solid objects, including people." She rather liked the fact that she could go through people, as it allowed her to escape any physical bullying. However, that always left her open for verbal attacks. OOC: Excuse the lack of a table for Emmi, I'm working on making a new one. |
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Post by maeve on Aug 10, 2011 10:41:45 GMT -5
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❚ "IT'S FINE. My power is phasing, so I can go through solid objects, including people." Maeve's eyes widened in surprise at this. "That is so cool" she commented happily "You can go through everything? People as well? That's a wicked power. Can't you get stuck or anything? I bet that comes in handy from time to time." usually, Maeve wasn't one to talk much, but whenever the subject interested her, she could talk nonstop. Poe got her like this, other people's powers got her like this as well. Especially when they were so interesting as Emmi's. As she didn't think her powers to be particularly physical, Maeve always found it interesting when someone had those kinds of powers. Plus, she had never met someone with the power of phasing, so that contributed for her curiosity.
"Sorry if I was nosy or something. I just never met someone with your powers, and I think their pretty cool. I can manipulate light." She added with a shrug and as if to demonstrate, she made three small orbs of light appear, and they stood there hovering lightly above their table, casting a gentle yellow glow over the two of them. "I found out about my powers when I was twelve. I accidentally turned all the lights off in our house while I was having a fight with my mom. Ever since, lights would flicker whenever I was around? How did you find you could phase through things?"
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Post by emily on Aug 10, 2011 11:54:48 GMT -5
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. "That is so cool" Emmi blushed at the compliment. She had never really thought of her power as cool. It wasn't some sort of projectile power like throwing fire or icing someone. Even the simulations she used were boring as all she was made to do was phase through various objects. "You can go through everything? People as well? That's a wicked power. Can't you get stuck or anything? I bet that comes in handy from time to time." The fourteen year old girl shrugged, "Well I haven't gotten stuck before so I would hope not. And I can't really go through everything, like I don't think I can phase through water or electricity. I can only phase through solid things . . . somehow solid things applies to people."
"Sorry if I was nosy or something. I just never met someone with your powers, and I think their pretty cool. I can manipulate light." She watched her bring the orbs of light over, the light glowing against each of their faces. It was pretty, sort of like fireflies flying around in front of them. "That sounds cool. You would never need to turn on a light switch," The fourteen year old let out a soft laugh, "Sort of like how I never need to use my dorm key."
"I found out about my powers when I was twelve. I accidentally turned all the lights off in our house while I was having a fight with my mom. Ever since, lights would flicker whenever I was around?" Emily listened to her small story of how she discovered her power. "How did you find you could phase through things?" The young girl hesitated, she was a little ashamed of how she had found out her powers. Not that it was a necessarily bad history, far from it actually, but because everyone seemed to have such a bad history that she felt guilty telling them about her happy one. Netherless she felt obligated to tell the girl of her past, after all Maeve had spoke of hers already. "Umm, I think I was about ten when I found my power. I was playing tag with my dad, and I forgot to look where I was going. But instead of crashing into the wall I ended up phasing through it." She smiled sheepishly, still a little embarrassed about how she had discovered her power. . |
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Post by maeve on Aug 10, 2011 13:14:48 GMT -5
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❚ MAEVE CHUCKLED AT EMMI'S TALE of how she had found out about her powers and at how innocent it sounded. Emmi had found out about her abilities way sooner than Maeve had, but she wasn't expecting for everyone to discover their powers in the same way. In fact, she doubted Emmi's emotions played such a big role on her powers like Maeve's did. She hoped, however, that the younger girl's family had been more accepting of it than her family had. It had been hard to see the people you should trust the most look at you with fear and pity in their eyes.
Maeve extinguished the little light orbs, and stared at her hands, suddenly feeling very interested in them. "That's a funny way to learn about your powers. I bet it's better than most people." she said with a small sad smile. "You know... My family didn't really like it when they found out I could do what I do. I was really excited and wanted to show them, but they told me I couldn't use my powers anymore, and that I couldn't tell anyone about them." she chewed on her bottom lip, not sure why she was telling this to some random girl she had just met. But she felt that if she told the truth to Emmi maybe the other girl would open up a bit more, who knows.
"I didn't really got why they were like that at first, and when I finally realized, I came here." she added with a sigh, glancing back up at Emmi.
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Post by emily on Aug 10, 2011 16:58:12 GMT -5
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. "That's a funny way to learn about your powers. I bet it's better than most people." Emmi glanced down at her notebook and shrugged. Sometimes she thought that it would have been for the best if she discovered her power in a more sad way. For with every student she met they all seemed to have found there place in the school and normally didn't even think of going back home simply because they didn't miss the life they had lived before. But with her, she missed all the memories she shared with her family and the quietness of the small town she had lived in. She was getting homesick, and it was breaking her.
"You know... My family didn't really like it when they found out I could do what I do. I was really excited and wanted to show them, but they told me I couldn't use my powers anymore, and that I couldn't tell anyone about them." It was sort of similar to her story, for while her parents excepted her powers with open arms she couldn't show them to the rest of the townspeople for fear that they could spread rumors and her entire family would be shunned from the whole community. And that was exactly what had happened. "I didn't really got why they were like that at first, and when I finally realized, I came here."
Emily opened and then closed her mouth, not sure whether or not she should be telling such memories to a stranger. But she didn't want to be seen as cold by letting the older girl spill her thoughts and do not give anything back. "I lived in a small town . . . when they found out that I had a power they started talking and spreading rumors about my family. They would say that we had some bad gene going throughout the family or that we were just freaks. I was the only one with the power though," She tried to keep a small smile on her face, but it was hard. "they didn't deserve the rumors . . . my parents found Silas and I agreed to go. I just sort of wanted them to be able to live the life they used to have." The fourteen year old's parents technically weren't living the same life they had before Emmi discovered her power, as she wasn't living it with them.
"I think I'll be fine here though. Maybe I will go back when I'm older, and the people won't recognize me." Emily always liked to think that someday she would go back and she could live with her parents again. But what she didn't like was saying that she would only go there when she had grown up. . |
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Post by maeve on Aug 11, 2011 13:38:33 GMT -5
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❚ "I lived in a small town . . . when they found out that I had a power they started talking and spreading rumors about my family. They would say that we had some bad gene going throughout the family or that we were just freaks. I was the only one with the power though, they didn't deserve the rumors . . . my parents found Silas and I agreed to go. I just sort of wanted them to be able to live the life they used to have." Maeve smiled, astonished at how such a young girl had managed to take such a decision. "That was really... mature of you. I don't think I'd been able to do it if I was in your position" She had only been able to do it in the first place because of the way her family had treated her. If she had been in the same situation as Emmi, she would have probably stayed with her family instead. But then again, if the whole population would be targeting her family because of her powers, she'd probably reconsider her decision.
"I think I'll be fine here though. Maybe I will go back when I'm older, and the people won't recognize me." Maeve chuckled a bit at this. "That might be a good idea. Or maybe your parents can come to visit you?" her mother used to do that, once they had solved the problems between the two, although it was still pretty awkward when they got together, she had come to like it.
The older female glanced at her wrist watch. She had never planned to come to the library in the first place, and the conversation with Emmi was even more unexpected. In the end, she had wasted much more time than she had in mind, and should be going soon. "Well Emmi, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I should be going now." she said, getting up and gathering her books. "If you need something, don't hesitate to look for me, okay?" she added with a smile, as she turned around to leave.
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