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Lelou calmly retrieved the pack of Malboro Reds from his front pocket. His finger-less gloves stood out in contrast to the plain white shirt. His very vivid blue eyes, ones that held their own lambency. Ones who's irises appeared to swirl with at the turbulent madness of maelstrom. He had embraced this madness. Yes. Embraced was a good word. Even though it always seemed to make his tie feel...a little too tight. Like it were acting instead, like damn noose. And it wasn't the thought of death itself that made the made man in 'twitch', it was the claustrophobic feeling of a tightening around his throat. Very calmly he 'packed' the tobacco away inside the soft crumply paper.
Very easily did he perform a balancing act after he had retrieved on of the cigarettes on the the edges of his lips. He then held up both hands; one that held and ignition source, one that covered the flame shielding it from any stray gusts or zephyrs. The paper and tobacco sizzled and crackled as he inhaled, seemingly bringing it life as it glowed. This was his way of calming down. The medication helped, certainly. But as the saying went: To run into a hail of gunfire expecting a miracle. Being around this many people at one time, it stirred something in him. Something he'd rather keep undisturbed. Still, the various stories of those around him...agitated him.
Maybe it was because he could have very well made the argument that it was a better form of Hell in here than out there. That, their lives wouldn't be the same. That they couldn't possibly go back to the way things were in in the beginning. With a stoic, blank stare Lelou recounted his history before Brewster. But all he could seem to recall were blood stained walls, and motionless bodies. All he could feel then was a fear that only seemed to make him laugh. Fear at knowing that what he had done...made him feel happy.
"So, let me get this straight;" Lelou spoke up, his voice was shaky as he took the cigarette from his with two of his fingers while exhaling the smoke away from the group.
"You to escape a world structured for your general benefit--because you're a little home sick?" He shook his head cackling lightly as he flicked the ashes off to the side.
"You want my advice? You shouldn't go back." He told the group looking off distantly. "You really think someone who can read minds, or put up spheres so no one can hear them would be accepted?" Lelou gave a quick glance at the invisible 'bubble' Jason had put them in.
"And you can forget precog. People will just think your nuts. As for Hallucinations--do you realize how dangerous that sounds? And you--" Lelou looked over at Adam. "You're just as bad as she is with that persuasion shit."
Lelou flicked his cigarette again.
"People always seem to think its greener on the other side--no matter what side they are on." Lelou stated. But as he did his bio-electricity had started acting up again incurring a massive migraine. "Ahh. Son of a..." He placed a hand over his face.
"Lay-lay!" Skylar tugged Lelou's shirt. Lelou could hardly see him.
"Lay-lays not a bad guy! He's not!" The child pleaded looking back and forth between Lelou and the group.
Lelou placed a hand on the boy's head. His arguments would need to wait.
"My name's Lelou Arita. I am a class A Fulgerkenetic. I'm also a death-row inmate and Synthetic." Lelou gritted his teeth.
"This little guys Skylar. He's a class C, but his ability is very powerful and unique. He can manipulate gravity."
Very easily did he perform a balancing act after he had retrieved on of the cigarettes on the the edges of his lips. He then held up both hands; one that held and ignition source, one that covered the flame shielding it from any stray gusts or zephyrs. The paper and tobacco sizzled and crackled as he inhaled, seemingly bringing it life as it glowed. This was his way of calming down. The medication helped, certainly. But as the saying went: To run into a hail of gunfire expecting a miracle. Being around this many people at one time, it stirred something in him. Something he'd rather keep undisturbed. Still, the various stories of those around him...agitated him.
Maybe it was because he could have very well made the argument that it was a better form of Hell in here than out there. That, their lives wouldn't be the same. That they couldn't possibly go back to the way things were in in the beginning. With a stoic, blank stare Lelou recounted his history before Brewster. But all he could seem to recall were blood stained walls, and motionless bodies. All he could feel then was a fear that only seemed to make him laugh. Fear at knowing that what he had done...made him feel happy.
"So, let me get this straight;" Lelou spoke up, his voice was shaky as he took the cigarette from his with two of his fingers while exhaling the smoke away from the group.
"You to escape a world structured for your general benefit--because you're a little home sick?" He shook his head cackling lightly as he flicked the ashes off to the side.
"You want my advice? You shouldn't go back." He told the group looking off distantly. "You really think someone who can read minds, or put up spheres so no one can hear them would be accepted?" Lelou gave a quick glance at the invisible 'bubble' Jason had put them in.
"And you can forget precog. People will just think your nuts. As for Hallucinations--do you realize how dangerous that sounds? And you--" Lelou looked over at Adam. "You're just as bad as she is with that persuasion shit."
Lelou flicked his cigarette again.
"People always seem to think its greener on the other side--no matter what side they are on." Lelou stated. But as he did his bio-electricity had started acting up again incurring a massive migraine. "Ahh. Son of a..." He placed a hand over his face.
"Lay-lay!" Skylar tugged Lelou's shirt. Lelou could hardly see him.
"Lay-lays not a bad guy! He's not!" The child pleaded looking back and forth between Lelou and the group.
Lelou placed a hand on the boy's head. His arguments would need to wait.
"My name's Lelou Arita. I am a class A Fulgerkenetic. I'm also a death-row inmate and Synthetic." Lelou gritted his teeth.
"This little guys Skylar. He's a class C, but his ability is very powerful and unique. He can manipulate gravity."