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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 6, 2007 21:37:02 GMT
Every single sound seemed to reverberate off the silence that Dylan's mind had created. He was what you would possibly call nervous, he'd never known about magic never mind the fact their was a school for people who had... powers like him. He saw it as a curse. He didn't want to know what people thought of him. Not ever. No. He wanted to be normal. As normal as it was possible for anyone to be. But he wasn't normal. He had been born into a family that was secretly half spy and half...half evil. Dylan wasn't sure what came through more strongly in him and he dreaded to think what the other pupils might think of him. He really didn't want to end up and outcast here. He had the feeling there was some sort of conflict existing in the air, maybe that was just the conflict in his head. Half of him screamed to run far, far away, the other commanded him to stay and find out more about this mysterious school and learn to control his powers. He didn't know how to control his fire powers at all.
Dylan hated being nervous and unsure of himself. He lived to be vain and proud and this just made everything so difficult. Digging into his jet black messenger bag that was slung across his body and was resting against his leg he pulled out his timetable and quickly scanned down it. "Screw this." he whispered softly under his breath and walked over to the nearest wall and sat down against it. Dylan was wearing scruffy, ripped jeans and a tight Motley Crue t-shirt, his long tousled brown hair framed his face that was a picture of confusion and annoyance but none-the-less beautiful. On his feet were a pair of dirty DC's and all of his items of clothing were splattered in paint. Dylan crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited for someone to demand for him to go to class.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 7, 2007 16:58:43 GMT
Stress.
This was stressful. Where was Levi when you needed him?! Honestly, most of the time he was just a total pain in the proverbial backside, and constantly poked his nose into everywhere that it wasn't needed.
As much as Madeleine hated to ask Levi for help, sometimes it was unavoidable. He was one of the best, and she still needed his help with Warriors and Battle Training, no matter how much it hurt her pride.
There was too much to sort out right now - new armour and weapons after the battle, 'replacing' (and she shuddered at the word) the Warriors they had lost, and she had a meeting with Hoodham in ten minutes. Oh, and the new weapons had just arrived in the store. And a training session was about to start.
Okay, stop, she thought, and leant back against the wall, taking a deep breath. Breathe.
Taking out her phone, she texted Jack to give him the instructions for the session and to tell him to lead it (he'd be thrilled, at any rate), before closing her eyes and exhaling.
A few seconds later, she heard a mutter, and opened her eyes. Her gaze fell on a boy wearing scruffy jeans, a Motley Crue t-shirt and mussed up brown hair, a timetable in his hands, sitting against the wall, looking slightly confused and annoyed.
"Lost?" she asked.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 8, 2007 13:42:26 GMT
Dylan had barely been seated for a minute before his annoyance was interrupted by the sound of a girls voice. He looked up and saw a beautiful girl maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all. He smiled a charming smile that revealed his perfect white teeth. "Maybe." he replied and then shrugged. "I just arrived." he explained with a slight grimace appearing across his beautiful face. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face and then he stood up swiftly and walked towards her with fluid graceful steps.
Dylan didn't give her time to say anything to his declaration, he proceeded to ask her the set of questions he was most likely going to ask everyone he met. And it started with this one; "Have you been here long?" He was fascinated by the whole magical world, as much as it scared him he wanted to know more. He wanted to know if everyone had their magicalness sprung on them or if it was just him. He had never felt so torn in all his life, between the normality he loved and the uniqueness he aspired to. He was ignoring her thoughts right now, he didn't want to use his powers yet. He didn't want anyone to know. Which was foolish because everyone had powers here and it was nothing to hide.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 8, 2007 16:03:43 GMT
Madeleine smiled at the boy as he came towards her and giving him the once-over.
His teeth were perfectly white, reminding her of Levi's missing ones and making her smile. His question was forward, and he hadn't wasted any time. She guessed she was going to like this guy. She hated time-wasters.
Playing a mental game with herself, she smiled at him, trying to guess what group he was in. "A few years," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 8, 2007 16:38:04 GMT
Dylan listened to her reply and committed it to memory, he watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear in a slight daze before shaking his head and smiling charmingly. "I'm so rude sometimes," he said with a chuckle, "I completely forgot to introduce myself before I interrogated you. My name is Dylan, Dylan Woods." he said allowing his words to practically fall out of his mouth in a quick, fluid stream. He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He knew he had to wait for her to introduce herself now but he seriously wanted to ask another question. All in due time. he told himself. He listened to her thoughts for a split second. She thought she was going to like him. He couldn't help but smile, that was definately a good thing, he didn't want to be hated in this strange new world.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 9, 2007 14:53:52 GMT
Dylan's words were quick, tumbling smoothly from his mouth.
"Madeleine Baudelaire," Madeleine answered, extending her hand towards Dylan.
His smile was charming, but it was hard to warm to it as much as she normally would have - the image of Levi's gaps were coming to mind and making her want to burst out laughing. She wouldn't, though. That would make her look crazy.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 15:24:48 GMT
Dylan smiled at her offering of her hand and he shook it briefly. He liked her mannerisms, it was formal with the right amount of normallity. Dylan was tempted to kiss her hand but he decided against it, he had a gut feeling she was romantically involved already. He could see the laugh she was trying to hide and it made him amused, he wasn't sure why but it did. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his head to the right very slightly as he observed her from his height advantage of six foot three inches. He was litterally always looking down on people and sometimes that annoyed him but most of the time he found it gratifying being so high above the others. "How long have you known you have powers?" he asked her, "If you don't mind telling me." he added hastily along with a smile that would hopefully undo any offense he could cause with those words.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 9, 2007 15:41:00 GMT
Madeleine couldn't help but internally wince as she looked up at Dylan. Why must everybody be so much taller than her? Dylan had to be about Jack's height, making him over a foot taller than her.
D*mn her vertical-challengement.
She liked it that he'd smiled when she'd extended her hand, instead of giving her a weird look and shaking it gingerly before dropping it like it was some sort of grenade, like a lot of teenagers would.
She still had no clue on the group guessing, though she thought she could rule out Carers.
"About seven years," she answered, mentally counting back the years. "Why, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 15:53:22 GMT
Dylan heard Madeleine thinking about what group he was in, he couldn't help but smile, before she answered his question he answered hers. "I'm a spy." he told her. "Well, my mom was a spy so I guess I'm spy by default." he explained and then listened to her telling him how long she'd known. He wanted to whistle but he didn't. That was a long, long time compaired to him. "I've only known for a few weeks so I was wandering if everyone else gets it sprung on them like I did." he told her with a smile, his voice was soft but their was an irritated edge to it that he guessed she could probably hear. He noticed how much shorter she was than him and he slouched to make him slightly less than a foot taller than her. He smiled slightly, unsure of whether or not to ask his next question. Curiousity got the better of him. "So what powers do you have?" he asked her, feeling ever so slightly awkward.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 10, 2007 19:21:06 GMT
Madeleine smiled, wondering briefly how to answer all three statements. The confusion didn't show on her face, though.
"It does happen like that to some people," she mused. "I control air, I shapeshift and I psychokines. I'm also a healer - that's because I got an extra power when I became Head of the Warriors."
Feeling a little awkward, she started fidgeting with a long, loose curl again. She hated coming straight out with the fact that she was a Head as soon as she met them, because it made her feel as though people would percieve her as being cocky.
She hoped that Dylan wouldn't find her cocky.
"And you?"
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 10, 2007 20:30:01 GMT
Dylan smiled weakly when she told him that what happened to him happened to some people. Not lots. he thought to himself sourly but he didn't let his sour thoughts taint his expression, instead he smiled more widely. He was genuinely fascinated by all powers. As soon as she mentioned psychokines he was instantly alert, "What is psychokines?" he interrupted, then grimaced at his own rudeness, "Sorry, I'm new to all this." he explained, even though she already knew that. Then she said another thing that perked up his interest. "Head of the Warriors?" he whistled, "I'm impressed Maddy - you don't mind if I call you Maddy do you?" he asked. He was gaining confidence in this situation rapidly, it empowered him. He found it so much easier to talk when he was confident.
Dylan smiled charmingly when she returned the question to him, his powers obviously paled in comparison to hers. "My powers? I think they're kind of pathetic but you get what you're given." he shrugged, "I can sort of control the element fire, badly. As in when my emotions run high my hands throb with heat and sometimes when I touch things it sets them on fire." he waved his hand dismissively, "I really haven't mastered it yet." he laughed slightly, "My other power however, I have got more control over." he paused for dramatic effect, "I can hear thoughts." he told her. "I have worked out how to tune out of the thoughts so that they are simply a hum in the background. When I want a particular person's thoughts I just tune in and listen." he smiled, "It's simple really." That was a lie, it had taken him months to work out how to do it, he'd spent countless hours at the doctor asking if he had hearing problems and he'd gotten very frustrated with this power which he often felt was a curse.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 10, 2007 20:52:48 GMT
Madeleine smiled at the quick rush of speech. It was really endearing - she'd only met Dylan about thirty seconds ago, but already she felt that she liked him.
But she winced at him calling her Maddy.
"Well... my dead brother called me Maddie," she said, feeling colour rush to her cheeks at the bluntness of the words. "The only person to have called me Maddie since then is my boyfriend..." she broke off, adding with a smile. "However, Maddox, Mad, Madel, or anything like that is perfectly fine. Even Mad Hatter, if you really must."
It was strange how easy she was finding this. The words were just flowing - which was strange, because a second ago, she'd been really stressed.
"Psychokinesis is where I can move objects just by thinking of them," she said, nodding up at the chandelier in the hall, that was now swinging dangerously from side-to-side. "It comes in useful."
She listened to him describe his powers with interest, still amused at his winning smile. "You'll get used to the power soon, and you'll be able to do it, and do it well. Especially if you managed to control the thought thing on your own... that's really impressive."
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 12, 2007 19:12:34 GMT
Dylan's face dropped slightly when she mentioned a dead brother. Oh sh!t he thought, Nice one D! He grimaced at her apologetically, "I'm so sorry." he said softly, his words trickling out like honey. Then he smiled at her offering of other names and drew himself up to his full height as he formulated a new name for her. "I think I'll call you El." he told her triumphantly. "If thats okay with you?" he clarified, he hoped that she wouldn't have any reason to take offense to this. He watched her use her power so easily, astounded by the effect it was having on the chandelier. He didn't like the precarious swinging. Not showing his nervousness, he smiled at her and nodded. "That would be pretty useful." he agreed. He grinned wider when she said he was impressive, it was things like that that fueled his ego and his vanity and he just loved it. "I suppose it was pretty good. The problems with fire really annoy me though, I like to get things almost immediately." he stated matter-of-factly.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 12, 2007 19:33:07 GMT
Madeleine smiled as he made a name for her. "El," she said, trying it out. It sounded good. "I like that, that's nice."
She stopped making the chandelier swing and made it still again, but the glass still tinkled, echoing about the hall.
"You'll pick it up," she promised. "I know a few people with fire-controllers, and they managed to pick it up quite easily. And I know lots of people who accidentally use the powers - I have a friend who controls ice, and she freezes things all the time by accident."
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 12, 2007 19:51:30 GMT
Dylan couldn't help but smile a smile of relief when El decided that she liked his nickname for her. He didn't want their to be any reason for her to hate him. He really didn't want her to hate him. "I'm glad you like it." he informed her happily. Dylan ran his hands through his hair and listened to her comforting words about how he'd pick up on how to control his fire powers soon. "I really hope so." he told he with a small smirk. He folded his arms in front of his chest and smiled at her properly. "I believe there was some sort of class on my timetable about controlling your powers; that will definately come in useful." he said quite absently. Another smile dominated his face, his white teeth showing once more.
[ooc] short and crap and stop and starty... sorry =( [/ooc]
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