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Post by Seth Turner on Aug 10, 2011 23:58:19 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Attending yet another class was unreal for Seth. Two in one day. He felt like the whole day had been wasted on sitting around in a classroom and pretending he cared at all. All right, so he hadn't pretended to care. He'd sat there with a bored expression on his face and tuned the teacher out. Paying attention was over rated, he had other things that were worth thinking about. He glanced down at his shaking hand and quickly stuffed it into the pocket of his thin jacket. Seth hadn't absorbed a power in well over a week. Lately, he'd felt an aversion to it. The last few times he had absorbed a power… it had all gone wrong. He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, feeling for the blisters and scares, yet knowing they wouldn't be there. Acidic emission, he shuddered. He needed to be more careful, needed to make sure the power he was absorbing wouldn't kill him. If she hadn't been there… He shook his head, unwilling to think about what might have happening and unwilling to think about her at all.
Walking down the hallway, he cast a bored look to all the passing students. It was odd, how empty the hallways were today. He withdrew his bag, trying to find something to entertain himself. Seth pulled out a lighter and several small objects. The flame flickered on and he tossed something over his shoulder. It exploded with a bang that echoed through the hallways, followed quickly by the high-pitched squeals of several girls. Ah, firecrackers, perfect for amusing him. The power flickering through the air intensified with each small, contained explosion. After all, a person's abilities were often linked to the rise and fall of their emotions. Fear and surprise were powerful prompters. He grinned halfheartedly in callous amusement. The powers seemed to solidify, brushing up against him. His hands shook harder from the need, brought to the front of his mind. A thrill shot through him from the sheer number of amplified abilities in the room. He sighed, enjoying the slight relief.
It only brought on the memories of his last absorption. The forest, he'd been trying to avoid people and had managed to bump into someone with the power that had nearly killed him. He sighed, almost wanting that feeling back, anything for the thrill of power coursing through his veins. Sure, he had nearly died, but it hadn't been that bad, had it? Time warped memories. It had been a week, maybe he was remembering it with more severity and urgency than it needed. Alex… No, no, don't say her name. He clenched his teeth and stared down at the ground, flinging his bag over his shoulder and throwing the remaining firecrackers onto the ground. He didn't need to think about her. After all, she was just some random girl, no importance. He didn't care about her, he didn't care about anyone. He was the only one that mattered, as long as he got some attention and had control of some power, he was fine. His gaze remained locked on the ground.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 11, 2011 1:02:24 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
It had already been a long day, and it wasn't even noon yet. In fact, it was only just after second period, and Damian just wanted to lie down for a while. Algebra had been...interesting, to say the least. He wasn't sure if he liked the class or not, though the teacher was definitely cool. And he was liking Shiloh more and more the longer he spent with him - though he was also beginning to wonder how often he'd feel murderous around said boy...Particularly since Shiloh seemed unable to keep his thoughts to himself when they didn't involve him. Which made Damian's mind wander off on a vague speculation as to whether Shiloh had the same problem with his own secrets.
The first bang made him jump, one of his elbows clipping someone on his left. Damian flushed, apologizing profusely and getting only a mumbled answer that quickly retreated in the opposite direction as the sound. This, Damian thought, was kind of a waste of time - the sound had come from a ways down the hall and whatever had caused it was probably finished. Besides, Damian needed to get in that direction, didn't know any detours, and wasn't interested in learning any. Determined, Damian continued down the hall, keeping one hand on the lockers to his left and pushing air ahead of him. He still wasn't getting very good pictures, mostly just blobs beside the lockers, though there was a sudden absence of those. Scared by the bang, he figured, shaking his head. As he straightened his head, he heaved a sigh for a peek at what was coming, and grunted in surprise.
That was all he got out before his shoulder slammed into the one going the other way with enough force to send Damian stumbling back. He grabbed for the locker, just barely managing to keep his feet. He had caught a glimpse of the figure before he hit; a blob that would have been about his own size, except the top had been hunched over - a man with his head bent. Embarrassed, Damian blew some air to see if he had done any damage, and then added, his accent thick because of the blood in his cheeks, "I'm so sorry, Mate. I didn't see where I was going."
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Post by Seth Turner on Aug 11, 2011 18:08:39 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Seth stepped back in shock as a guy about his height barreled into him. With his jacket on, there hadn't been any contact between them and his power was kept at bay, waiting tensely in the back of his mind in case an opportunity arose. He scowled at the other student, his temper already flaring for no reason except that even the slightest thing could set him off when he was feeling like this. Not even realizing what he was doing, he withdrew his hands from his pockets, ready to start the fight that he could feel was already coming. His dark brown eyes narrowed, flaming with the power that was tormenting his mind. Hands clenched into fists at his side, he stood directly in front of the other student, there was no saying 'I'm sorry' and walking on by with Seth. He was dead set on fighting someone, and it might as well be the one who'd hit him.
"Then maybe you should look next time, that way the apology won't be needed." His tone was cool, as if he was engaging in a simple conversation. As if he was really going to let the whole matter go. A smirk tilting up the corner of his mouth belied his easy going tone of voice. He stepped towards the student with a cold amusement, deliberately invading his personal space. "It could save you all the trouble in the world." He said quietly, his voice icy from the anger that was rising to the surface. By now, the guy had to be stupid to not realize Seth was mad.
Seth tilted his head up with a malicious grin, a fight could take his mind off of everything. In fact, he wondered why he hadn't thought of it before. Even if he didn't use his powers, a fight got his adrenaline pumping enough to sedate the burning need. He spread his hands out wide, allowing his bag to slip off his shoulder and fall to the floor. "Unfortunately though, you already ran into what you might have wanted to avoid." He braced himself, swinging his fist out with and ease that showed he had practice, intending to hit the other student's chin. Seth didn't bother restraining his own power, he let it go free. Long enough skin to skin contact and he would absorb the guy's power.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 11, 2011 22:01:59 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian was relieved to find the other man still on his feet, and he started to relax after his own apology. Until he heard the shuffle of cloth and the tap of shoes as he moved in front of Damian. A small breath of air didn't reveal much - whoever he'd hit was right in front of him and had taken his hands out of his pockets - but he couldn't help tensing slightly. He wasn't sure what he thought might happen, only that he didn't want to be caught off guard. "Then maybe you should look next time, that way the apology won't be needed." Damian bristled at the words, even though there had been no hostility in them, and felt his hands curl into fists. Before he could say anything, though, the man had stepped closer. Too close. Damian felt his whole body stiffen and his throat tighten up, his breath coming short. Something was very wrong. Fighting the panic, he worked hard to focus on the new quiet words at him. Too close... The man was mad, which confused Damian - it had been an accident - and he focused on that, pulling himself back to reality. The panic still had a grip on his throat, but Damian forced his own angry snap, "Maybe I can't, Git."
An audible thump made Damian edge back, even though there wasn't far he could go. With the locker at his back, he braced himself slightly, waiting apprehensively. This was not helped by the man's low, "Unfortunately though, you already ran into what you might have wanted to avoid." Cloth shifted, and Damian opened his mouth to scoff.
The fist collided with his jaw and knocked Damian once more into the lockers behind him. It felt like the fist remained longer than it should, though that might have been because, as soon as the fist touched chin, every singe nerve in Damian's body came to life. He could feel everything. A girl down the hall was mid-gasp, the air stirring by her lips and around the hand she was putting to her face. Even way down the hall in the other direction he could feel the gentle brush of air sliding through someone lips in a sigh. The air conditioner was blowing air down the hall...It was a bit like what he thought standing in the middle of a tornado would feel like - like the air was all going in different directions at once and trying to pull him with it.
Damian opened his mouth - he wasn't sure what if he was going to scream or not - and the feeling stopped. For a second he felt totally empty, and he remained leaning against the locker, gasping for breath. He couldn't see what his breath was hitting; couldn't even feel it moving. But the feeling would go, he was sure; it was just a residual effect of his powers acting up. He'd be able to feel the air soon...He had to be able to feel the air soon...
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Post by Seth Turner on Aug 11, 2011 23:46:44 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Git? What kind of a comeback was that? Seth sneered at the guy, shoving away the feelings of disbelief over what he had said. What did he even mean by saying he can't? He couldn't do what? He shook his head, unable to remember exactly what he had said that would make the response understandable. He gave up. Amused, he watched the guy back up, looking to be on the verge of a panic attack. This idiot was far too easily riled. Seth wondered for a moment if this guy was even going to fight back. The insult easily changed from idiot to coward. He smirked, refusing to be deterred by the deer in head light's look that he was being given. Fight back, it wasn't fun otherwise. He watched, waiting for a retort, for the man to get mad, but he remained backed up against the locker, watching. Or so Seth thought.
Fist met bone and with a resounding snap, the man was pushed back into the lockers once again. Seth's fist tightened as the electricity generated by power ran through his veins, pulsing with energy that couldn't be compared to anything else. His breathing quickened and his pupils dilated, the sound of each exhalation grated on his ear drums with considerable more volume than was natural. His hands uncurled, arms loose at his sides, reveling in the natural phenomenon that had blessed him with this power.
Air pushed out in a gasp. Seth turned sharply towards the noise, gaze locking on the man who had given him the power. A vicious grin pulled his lips up, brown eyes gleaming in the fluorescent light. He tsked once, relishing in the noise as it cut through the air. He could feel it, every shift and change of pressure. "You're not looking so good, mate." His tone was mocking, voice heavy with sarcasm as he repeated the word that the man had spoken to him only moments before.
He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the lack of response. Come on… he'd wanted something a little more exciting than this was turning out to be. Quite the fight, really, one punch and his opponent was down, gasping for breath. He grasped the threads of power and shoved it forward, the air collecting around him and pushing towards the man. "Here, catch a breath."
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 12, 2011 0:15:23 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
He still couldn't feel the air. It wasn't coming back! For a split second Damian thought he was going to cry. And then it shifted to rage as he heard the man's voice. ""You're not looking so good, mate." So it wasn't good enough to this guy to hit him, but he had to add insult to injury. Frustrated, Damian muttered something in a language he hadn't known he knew, and to the effect of something he wouldn't say in front of his mother. He wasn't planning on doing anything more, though; he felt the sudden inability to effect the wind, or even just to feel it, was much more important than dealing with this moron.
But what to do?
Mr. Sage would be able to help. The thought of going back to the Infirmary made him want to shudder - he didn't like doctors and hospitals in general - but he liked not being able to see even less. Glaring in the direction of the voice, Damian growled, "Get out of my-" He would have finished with all the venom in his voice that he could muster, except the other man had spoken. That, in itself, was not all that remarkable. It was the blast of wind that followed the words tooth his breath away. The wind had been directed, had had intent behind it. The guy was using his power! Damian found himself suddenly shaking all over with anger. Had he not had enough taken from him already? Now this...this Git was stealing the only thing that let Damian feel any semblance of normalcy.
"Give it back." The angry words ground slowly out through his teeth, and he balled one hand, swinging it toward the man's snide remark.
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