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Alicia looks towards the dorms and nods in agreement, her putting her fingers on her lips as if she was telling Ann to be quiet so they can sneak to the girl's dorm. The young girl quickly removes her jacket, boots, and scarf before putting her comfy slippers back on. She barely suppresses a giggle as she and Ann head to the dormitory together while trying to remain inconspicuous. Alicia is careful to avoid Nurse Enns or any other staff that may be prowling the halls during this bedtime hour, they may or may not take the animal if they caught it. It was up in the air considering the creature would be gone when Ann fell asleep anyway, so why should they bother? Upon reaching the dorm Alicia rushes to her bed and grabs her pillow before meeting up with Ann at her bunk. Alicia is just as excited as before and pets the bunny before looking at Ann "Did you name it? Is it a boy or a girl? How long will it stay?" Alicia had learned pretty much all about the powers of the children, or at least who had what power in the time she had been here. Since Alicia was such a sponge for knowledge she had committed it to memory, she didn't quite know their limits or anything in depth but she may learn of such things through speaking with them. For now though she could definitely say that Ann was one of the children that she liked in this place. Ann's power wasn't as scary as her own and with it making cute pets like this it was easily Alicia's favorite. With a longing wistful gaze she fixes a loose strand of hair and looks at the white haired girl before sighing and speaking in a melancholy tone "I wish I could make animals..." It was no secret that Alicia hated her power and wanted it to be gone, her having no interest in learning to use it only learning how to fix the damage it does
 
As it seemed Clary was too shy to even wait for his reply, Ricchon didn't call back to her. He didn't like raising his voice either. Watching Clary move to the dining room, Ricchon was just about to turn back to look outside when Alicia squealed excitedly from the dressing room. He smiled, and looked forward to seeing the bunny Ann Marie had conjured. When she walked out of the wardrobe, and into view before heading to the dorms either upstairs or past him, he smiled. It was cute. They were a cute pair. He liked girls and bunnies. Smiling happily to the girls and the bunny, Ricchon was flickering like a ghost. They could see him sitting in the window sill, switching between being completely visible, and slightly transparent. Ricchon didn't think the window sill was uncomfortable. He could sit there for a long time, bathing in the darkness.
 
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Jameson Francis

The hospital stay was much longer than Jameson had anticipated it being. He had thought it would be a short stay for him to get patched up, then off to a juvenile detention facility which would probably be better than half the homes he'd been in, and then to wherever this Home for the Friendless was. Instead, he was kept in the hospital under constant, unnerving guard until the bones he'd broken knitted enough he no longer needed casts and there was hardly a mark on him, and then he was transferred out. Why the hospital seemed like a good place to keep him the teen would probably never know, but perhaps they wanted him isolated so he couldn't 'infect' anyone with his gift/curse. People did always have the stupidest ideas when something new or different came around.

The ride was long and hampered by snow, and it seemed to drag on for hours as he watched the faint white flakes drifting past out the window, trying to ignore the cuffs chafing at his wrists. They would have brought him in the morning, he thought, if the snow plows hadn't needed more time clearing up the right roads. It wasn't the first time he'd been in the back of a police car before, unfortunately, but it was, at least, the first time he'd had his hands cuffed like a real criminal and not just a child running away from a home. He hadn't anticipated just how uncomfortable it would be to sit with his hands behind him for so long.

When they reached the right building, Jameson endured the officer coming around to take him by the arm and assist him out, and only shrugged it off once they were at the front doors. "I can find the way in." He complained, though without much heat, and kept his head down as he let himself be led along. He was taken to an office first where papers were exchanged while he waited, and then off to what was apparently the boys' dorms where the cuffs were finally taken off, his walking stick and backpack left on the bed that would now be his. Giving him back his things was nothing - all he had in the bag were clothes, a baseball, and less than a hundred dollars in cash. Nothing dangerous.

Finally uncuffed, Jameson rubbed carefully at his wrists and shoulders and waited through the speech about keeping out of trouble, doing his best to ignore the clear fact that this was probably his last chance. It was going to take a long time to get out of this place anyway if the security measures he'd seen on the way in were any indication. Still, this was his final resting place so the policeman did finally leave and Jameson went about carefully stowing his clothes in the space available to him, pushing his backpack with the baseball and cash under the bed for safekeeping.

There was some kind of commotion happening out in the halls he'd been walked through, children and teens moving here and there when they likely should have hit the Lights Out warning by now, and he didn't want to investigate. With his things stored he lowered himself carefully to sit on the bed, wary of lingering soreness and tender spots from the accident, and scrubbed his hands over his face and back through his hair. He was going to be in this place for the long haul before he managed to find a way out, that was for sure. Tomorrow he would explore more, see what this place had to offer and just how closely they would watch him. Tonight, he was just tired.
 
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Ann waved at Ricchon on the way to the dorm room, taking a seat on her bed then handing Alicia the bunny. She shook her head to the first question, she hadn't given it a name. The other two questions were met with shrugs. She didn't know the gender and she wasn't sure how long it would stay. She knew it would be gone by the time she woke, but nothing more specific, yet this was the only way she could tell the younger girl. Alicia knew she didn't speak and hadn't uttered a word since her arrival at this house. She knew Alicia didn't like her own gift, since it scared her so. She knew what it was to be scared by your gift, yet she couldn't tell her what had happened, that her fear had stolen her voice so long ago. A bunny, even a group of them was a good thing to make, it wasn't as good when she made life size cartoons. That might sound fun, but it had not been, it had been a living nightmare and she hadn't been able to make it stop, not until it was too late and she had fainted.
 
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Eden immediately sprouted up at the sight of those silent red and blue lights, a light dusting of snow slid off of her hair as she moved.
"..."

She jumped up, overwhelmed with what she supposed was curiosity, it had been years since anyone new had shown up, and a convict no less. She ran up the side of the building, made hulking, back-and-forth steps through the snow of the roof, and leaned over the edge just in time to see a tall, elvish blonde being escorted in by two officers of the law.

"AN ELF."


Eden whispered, out loud. She hobbled as quickly as the snow pack would allow her over to the boys side of the orphanage, stepping lightly onto the outside wall, and walking tip-toed over to the window of the boys dorm before crouching down to look inside. There she saw the boy, unpacking a small sack and looking rather angry at the world.

Eden tapped the window.



 
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Jameson Francis

No place was really 'home', not in the orphanages or any of the foster homes he'd been in, so Jameson was used to settling in immediately as if he weren't in a place he'd never seen before. The fact that this place was basically a glorified juvenile prison slowed things down, but after unpacking and coming to terms with his new location he was just about to start taking off his shoes and settling in for the night when there was a knock. Confused, he glanced up to see where it had come from, and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden sight of a face at the window.

"Christ, don't do that to me!" He hissed, startled but instinctively keeping his voice down. A hand clutching briefly at his chest to quell the sudden and brief panic, he huffed an irritated sigh at himself for being scared so easily and pushed up off the bed with a little wince. Glancing back towards the door to make sure no staff were around, he limped quietly to the window and paused with a thoughtful hand to his chin.

". . . How are you doing that?" He said mostly to himself, glancing up at the wall above the window as he tried to approximate the average height of a girl around her age. The walls didn't have any large fixtures on the outside, really, not that low, and there were no balconies. "Where are your feet?" Shaking his head a little, he tried not to think of just what might be keeping this girl up and made a vague gesture at the window. "Do these open?" Whatever she was doing, it probably wasn't safe, and risking getting caught in the boy's dormitory was better than falling on her head.
 
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♫ Now Playing: 11. 'Awfully Nice'

"ខ្ញុំអាចធ្វើបានធ្ងន់មួយចំនួន។"

She said something, though it was muffled and unintelligible through the snow and glass. Eden stood up and walked across the window to prove her point, though entirely on accident, since she too was totally unable to understand the boy inside. She returned the back yard, falling into a snow drift as she jumped off the wall, 45 degree exchanges were not her strong suit. Eden had never really been one to 'practice' her powers, per se, but that doesn't mean she wasn't well versed. The changes were odd at first, and they came accidentally, but eventually she grew to control the basics of gravity, changing her own orientation at will. About a year after coming to the orphanage, she did manage the slightest of changes on others, and took time out of her day to practice on Ricchon.

Eden crept back into the main hall via the kitchen, then around the corner into the library, using the two story book-depository as a way past the commotion with the other kids. From there, she crept into the 2nd floor boys dorms and quietly shut the door behind her, making sure the to turn the knob herself so the latch didn't make any noise. She turned.

"Hello, elf."

She said this in the most matter-of-fact way you'd ever heard, even if you've seen Steven Wright do standup.
She walked over to the bed nearest the window and sat down, staring back out at the snow she'd just come in from.


"So you're a convict or something, yeah?"
Eden's voice audibly trembled, but she spoke as though she was having evening dinner with the president. The thought of this boy being some kind of criminal outlaw rubbed her intrigue all the wrong ways and she couldn't even help but sneak into the boys dorm after hours to find out more. There was no way she'd let anybody know that though. She looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact, her hands gripping the side of the bed tighter with passing seconds, she kicked her legs to make herself seem less tense. She hit the bedside table with her foot and knocked over a lamp, which rolled in a rotary fashion right off the table. If the floor hadn't been carpeted it might have shattered. Eden did not notice this.

Her eyes remained on the floor.


 
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Brilliant. She sounded like gibberish, so he probably sounded like gibberish to her too, and it wasn't as if he was making much more sense than that anyway. He started to move closer when the girl's face pulled away into the dark, only to jump back with a startled sound when there were suddenly feet on the window. Feet. On a window. He was losing his mind, but he pressed closer to the window to watch her walk down as far as he could anyway, wanting to open it but unwilling to risk setting off any hidden alarms this early in the game. Stunned, he watched until he saw her red hair, hurrying across the snowy ground and disappearing from view into the building somewhere.

Truthfully, he was barely coming to terms with what his own two eyes had seen long minutes later when the girl reappeared at the door.

When she planted herself on his bed, he ran a hand a little self consciously through his hair. Elf? So he hadn't gotten as much sun in the last few years - and okay, he was a bit tall and thin for his age. At least his ears weren't pointy, and he was almost going to open his mouth to say so when she kicked the table and knocked off a lamp. He reached for it automatically but only managed to catch a bit of the lampshade and somewhat soften its blow against the carpet, not really catch it. Wincing a little, he tried to ignore the nice stitch trying to move so suddenly had put in his side where his ribs had once been broken and placed the lamp carefully back on the table.

"Geez." He murmured under his breath, moving his walking stick further away against the wall so she wouldn't kick it over, too. "You hurt your foot?" It was an automatic question, tangled in old foster home instincts to look out for the littler ones when you could and yourself when you couldn't, but with the way she refused to look at him he wondered if he would even get an answer.

"Boys in blue 're just sore at me for running off so many times." He said, leaning against the wall since she'd appropriated his bed, the way her hands gripped the blankets suggesting that sitting next to her was probably not the best of ideas. He'd rolled his eyes at the thought of the officers, but the way her small voice shook made him keep his own gentle, and he hooked his thumbs on his pockets rather than cross his arms. "Convict, maybe. Criminal, not really."

There was a short pause between them, and he finally just let the aching questions slide out. "That was you outside, right? How did you do that?" He'd been reasonably sure he was going somewhere where other kids were going to be able to do strange things like him, but walking on walls? In the moment, as isolated as he'd been from other people with powers, it felt like he had briefly gone insane.
 
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♫ Now Playing: 11. 'Awfully Nice'

"Do what?"

Her grip on the bed loosened slightly, the question, and the boy's obvious shock and awe, disarmed her enough to calm the shaking in her voice. She seemed for a moment to almost stop time, her breath held, her eyes locked directly in front of her, the snow outside pausing in mid air for the shortest of seconds, almost as if her focus was at this singular point in time.

"So you've been out there all this time?"
Eden looked up and whispered this with direct wonder in her voice, as though the feat itself were something out of a holy book. To Eden, the outside was a place of danger, evil people, violent people, angry molesters and devils. But children were the victims, always. This boy was some kind of conspiracy or oddity the likes of which she'd never imagined. She made a few circles on the floor with her shoes absentmindedly, gears chugging along in her brain, trying to figure out what was happening in the world outside.
She layed down on her back, sighing a huge breath out as though she'd just ran a 5k. She rolled over and over along the covers, reaching the other end, not on her belly, and facing the opposite side of the room. She kicked her feet in the air like a bored teen at a sleepover. She looked at the wall and just stared before uttering a war song of machine gun questions.


"So, what kinda power do you have? You're kinda like an elf, you know? I figure maybe you can see real far like the guy in that one trilogy... But, like, did your powers get you into trouble? How did you hide from everyone for so long? I was pretty sure all the others were dead you know, so I was kinda surprised when the cops dragged a new resident in. Do you think you'll like it here? I like it here kinda, I think the nurse kinda hates me. Have you met anyone else yet? I'm Eden, by the way, do you use a name or like, a kinda code name or something? What's your name?"

She rolled back over and looked up at the boy, as if waiting for a simple answer.


 
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Something . . . weird happened. Jameson couldn't put his finger on it, but something about the world just felt wrong for a few seconds, and then everything was normal again and he had to refocus to make an almost incredulous questioning face at the person talking to him. Where did this girl think he'd been 'all this time', out in the snow? He'd have caught his death by now. And what on earth could he be asking about besides the walking on walls? Maybe all of this was just normal to this strange girl.

"Uh -" Jameson started, an eyebrow raised and a dubious expression on his face as she kept going, unable to answer any question when the next came too soon. "Whoa - seriously - ugh." He gave up with a huff when no quiet interruptions worked and just tapped his fingers idly against his hip as he waited, adopting the patient but bordering on annoyed older sibling expression he'd adopted over the last few years of foster care. That was his bed she was tumbling around on, in her shoes no less.

". . . Done?" He prodded when she'd gone silent and stared at him, and tried just to think of the questions because trying to analyze anything else was too complicated just then. "Nobody found me 'cause I got smart and didn't show off anywhere." He answered finally, moving a little closer and kneeling down to get his bag out from under the bed, careful not to come close enough to touch her. "And then I got dumb and didn't look both ways before the crossing the street. Some jerk hit me with his car and the boys in blue never left the hospital long enough to sneak out."

Shaking his head a little, he rocked back to sit on his behind on the ground nearby, pulled up his sleeves and held up the beat up baseball for inspection so she would see clearly there was nothing special about it, then gave it a toss high up into the air. "My name's Jameson." He said as he watched it rise up, letting it fall on his bare wrist and the heel of his hand and shot right back up into the air as if it had never fallen in the first place, with no motion on his part and hardly any sound of impact where it touched him. He turned his hand over and let the ball touch the back of it next so it was clear there were no tricks when it popped right back up again. "But if you've got your heart set on nicknames I guess Elf's not the worst thing ever." He didn't usually like nicknames all that much, but it was clear enough she hadn't said it to insult him, not on purpose. "I don't plan on liking this place at all." Sharing his plans of escape so early would be stupid, so he kept his mouth shut and just caught the ball on its next trip down.

"And for your information, my long distance vision is crap."
 
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Eden's eyes followed the ball dancing up and down in familiar, physics-ignorant ways, her brows wrinkled slightly and she managed to get the ball to stay, it went up, but didn't come down.

"You can show off here all you want, everyone's got something they can do."
She wiggled the ball up and down slightly, getting it to fall up, then down, then up, then stay still. Seeing the boy do his thing that he did was like a nerve to her, she had a soft spot for not being as good as some of the older residents, Luke could do just about anything, and he was always so calm and relaxed about it, like he'd been doing it all his life. She took times like these as as good a chance as any to practice manipulating the gravity of external objects. The baseball was simple and light, so she took to it quite readily. Eden thoroughly expected an extremely cool story about how he got arrested and went to jail, and he fought his way out or something like that, but was greeted instead by a car accident. She frowned at his lackluster story and, literally, dropped the ball.

"I'll just call you James."

She deadpanned, but her eyes lit up when he mentioned his feelings on the orphanage.

"That's too bad, James. You're never gonna leave this place."

Eden slurred his name out to make sure it cut nice and deep, as a joke of course. She smiled a wide, unusual smile, if you weren't paying attention you might have sworn it made you feel a little better inside, but it was probably nothing.
 
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To keep up his trick Jameson had to know when the ball was coming, so he'd been watching it the whole time, and when it refused to come back down his eyes went a little wide. His lips parted slightly like he might protest or demand to know if that was her doing it but he found himself struck silent. It wasn't just floating it was moving, bobbing about like it was floating in water and not just suspended in the air. Awestruck as he was, he didn't pay close enough attention when it finally fell again.

"Ow." He hissed when it dropped down onto his knee and bounced off, and gave Eden a dry look afterwards. "Thanks. I really needed more bruises in my life." Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet and took a short, limping step after the ball to get it back, and when he returned he knelt to shove it back into his backpack and push the bag under the bed again for safekeeping.

"What? Am I less cool now that I don't have elf vision?" She was one to talk - she'd gone from interesting and possibly afraid to slightly unnerving in no seconds flat. Still, she hadn't presented any real threat or intent yet so he let the mostly light atmosphere continue as long as it could. "You need to lower your standards, E. People are, in general, extremely boring." And with the way he talked he wondered how many people she'd ever met outside this place. She talked like she'd never been anywhere else. "Now, unless you're gonna explain to me how you did whatever that was, you can scoot off my bed and let me get some sleep. No more questions for free." He'd been told he'd never leave places before and he'd gotten out of those. He just needed time, and volunteering information without getting any back almost never went well for him.
 
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Eden got up as Jameson went after the baseball, She leaned up against the wall, and slid up it with her feet, laying down on her back.

"I can change gravity."
She said, short of breath between trying to push herself across the wall, sometimes her changes made her too heavy or too light, and she had to just kind of instinctively go with it. As far as her powers went, it was easy enough for her to change her own gravity or even stop it entirely, but when it came to really specific things like, other objects or people, or exactly how much gravity there was, she wasn't so perfect.

"And honestly, I think we're just kinda stuck here, like hell or prison or something. Everyone outside just dies or gets sick or murdered, so at least we're safe, you know? The kids here stick together, whether we're boring or not."
Eden said this a little too confidently, as though it were some world truth. When it really came down to it though, Eden was a sick person, her psyche was still extremely damaged and her thoughts were still extremely flawed and distanced from reality. But here that was okay, she was never a danger to anyone and with therapy and time she'd make out just fine by the time she was to be released.
Her eyes lilted as she spoke, though. Space-Time grew cloudy outside and things were flashing in the sky, muffled footsteps on the roof, around the room. A gunshot outside.



Eden yawned slightly. Nothing at all happened.


"I'm kinda tired, too, though. I gotta go back to my dorm anyway. Good luck with the sleep, James."

She got up from her wall and got back on the floor before leaving the room, waving through the doorway and closing it up, heading across the upstairs hall to the girl's dorms.
 
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Alicia looks from the bunny to Ann and back again as she spoke quietly, as if Ann's lack of voice meant that Alicia herself had to be more quiet or it would hurt the girl's ears. "I forgot you don't talk much..." She takes a deep breath and her eyes scan over the bunny as she smiles warmly "I think it's a boy! We should call it James? That's a good name no?" She looked to Ann with excitement in her eyes, while the bunny would be gone in the morning Alicia was still keen on treating it like a lifetime pet. If it wasn't so late she would insist on feeding it and finding a collar for it but alas Alicia was already yawning. She felt comfortable like this, laying across Ann's bed with a bunny between them, having a pseudo-conversation. She had no idea she had nearly named the bunny after a new arrival as she didn't even notice his arrival at all. Alicia made sure to snuggle with the adorable little creature lots but not so much that she was hogging it, she liked to share and socialize and as such even as her eyes started to close she was still speaking to her friend "Ann... I think James will be happy tonight... maybe we can see him tomorrow if we have free time. I mean, if you can. I don't want to force you to use your power, I know how it feels to be afraid of it. At least if you can focus on making James every night it will be a good thing right? I can't do any good things with my powers... I... I only hurt people and break things" It was at this point that the little girl could barely keep her eyes open and soon they shut tight as her words turn to unintelligible mumbles. She was definitely out cold, knocked out from exhaustion from the day's events and the lack of sleep she gets from frequent nightmares. Perhaps tonight would turn out different, with a cute snuggly pet and a new friend she had little negativity to influence her. Only the memories of her father and the power that she detests
 
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Gravity. This place was insane. Jameson looked up slightly after putting the ball away, following the sound of the voice, and watched wide-eyed as Eden scooted up the wall without much fuss. Really, he should have been prepared for it after seeing her outside, and seeing the ball floating around, but he was sure part of his brain was still convinced he was going insane or had head injuries that hadn't healed somehow. The things this girl did made his own ability feel like parlor tricks, and he was almost nervous to find out what else in this place would make him feel like that.

". . . Yeah." He managed finally when Eden was back on the ground again and starting to walk away. "Goodnight, Eden."

There was no part of him that doubted this place was a prison, he just didn't know how wise it was saying things like that out loud just yet. Maybe some people really had been here most of their lives and thought it was home. To him this place was just another stop, just another place trying to keep him from getting back to his father and surviving on his own. But now there was actual security, not just nagging foster parents or orphanage workers shouting at him for climbing out a window at night. This place was trying to keep them all hemmed in, and the word prison felt all too accurate.

When Eden was gone Jameson toed off his shoes and left them tucked against the bed, and lowered himself down to sit on it again with too many thoughts in his head. He spent a few minutes rubbing out some sore spots in his bad leg, then just laid down atop the blankets in his day clothes and draped an arm over his eyes to see if he could sleep. Some other day he would see how much trouble he would get in for wandering around at night, but for now he was just tired. In the morning he would see just how long they would let him sleep in before demanding he rise.
 
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As the hallways in the first and second floor turned silent, and most of the students had gone to bed, Ricchon thought about going to bed himself. He was often the last one, wanting to unwind with the help from the dark and silent night. He thought he'd heard a gun shot earlier, though strange things happened around the orphanage, and he didn't care enough anymore to check it out. Even though he enjoyed basking in the shadows, his back started to ache and long for his soft bed.
Ricchon slid off the window sill, and stepping onto the soft carpet spread across the hall, he silently made his way to the second floor. Sooner than later he closed the door behind him when inside the boys' dorm room, and walked over to his bed to the left, but halfway there, he halted.
Seeing the new kid relaxing on a bed across from him, Ricchon paused.
It was the new kid who'd come here in a police car. He'd see him everyday from now on, Ricchon thought unimpressed at first, but studying the teen who was currently resting, he thought he did look like an interesting guy.

If he kept staring, the bright haired boy might look up, and throw a nasty remark at him, but Ricchon stayed with placid, careless eyes studying him. He noticed the stick by the bed, and a row of new thoughts came by: With a stick that big maybe he had some kind of martial art powers. Maybe he can control fire or cool stuff like that.

Becoming better at the arts of hiding and silence, Ricchon would mostly be left alone as the other boys were used to him coming in like this; somewhat transparent in the dark room, and quiet. None of the boys even thought of keeping a light on for him as he came late to bed. He could see in the darkness after all. A boy lying next to his bed however, whispered "Ricchon! Got to bed already!" Ricchon ignored him, and looked at the new boy as if hypnotized. The new kid seemed to have settled in already, and Ricchon's brown eyes shifted between looking hopeful and sad. By a new kid's entry it made him think of when he got here. He'd come here voluntarily, though this kid seemed to have come here with force. Ricchon did look a bit awkward the way he stared at the white haired new kid from across the room, but the dark brunet thought it okay as he was barely visible by now. The kid seemed to be halfway asleep anyway. Why couldn't he stare like the nightcrawler he was?
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Jameson stayed still and just listened as other boys started trickling back to their beds for the night, probably ushered in by whatever wardens managed this place. He was trying to sleep, but each set of footsteps would bring him back, paying attention with just his ears so they could think he was asleep or not paying attention. As quiet as some steps were, he'd gotten used to watching his own back in foster homes and orphanages, even when there wasn't really that much danger - he had a precious few belongings that were actually his and he had always intended to keep them from getting snatched by greedy hands.

When soft footsteps stopped nearby and didn't continue, he waited, wondering if someone would try to get his attention, and couldn't help concluding that he was most likely the object of interest that had stopped the boy. "Take a picture," he grumbled, displeased but not quite irritated yet. "It'll last longer." Geez. These people acted like they'd never seen a new face before. And when he finally moved his arm up enough to look out, he was sure his was rather comical.

Eyes a little wide, Jameson pushed up into his elbows and just looked at the figure in front of him, tempted at first to think his eyes were just tricking him. But no, that was a person there, and that was the room behind him - through him - and if he hadn't already encountered Eden he might have decided he'd been drugged or was severely sleep deprived and should just cover his head up again.

What on earth are you? The question drifted through his head, on the tip of his tongue, but he'd heard those words before, from venomous mouths before he'd lost consciousness in the street, from nurses or officers passing in the hall that thought he couldn't hear. Just because his powers were less visible didn't mean he wasn't as much a freak of nature as everyone else in this place. Going around insulting people because he couldn't hold his tongue wasn't going to earn him any allies.

". . . Dude. What." He did snap a bit finally, when the specter kept on staring right at him, as if those eyes would bore right through him. "I got something on my face? Speak up or go to bed." To bed and away from him.
 
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Ricchon smiled as the kid spoke without even looking at him. Maybe he had supersensitive hearing? It was a funny joke too. A picture would last longer. When the boy looked at him, and demanded an answer, Ricchon was about to greet him politely, but as the kid continued with giving him orders, Ricchon's smile faded. He seemed unsure of what to say as he didn't want to hurt the boy on their first meeting. The black long sleeve started to look solid instead of shadowy, and soon Ricchon's whole body turned solid, except that he was so dark that he seemed to belong to the room. He was like a black and white photo placed on a black background. His handsome Italian look was easy to outline while he sharpened his brows in thought, though there were no Italian tone in his voice. "Sorry...Good night," he said low not to wake the others, and slowly disappeared to his bed like a ghost glitching ahead once or twice.
The teenage darkness manipulator would wake whenever the light got too bothersome, though he didn't hate the light, it just felt different. He was just starting to feel the difference between the light and the darkness when using his powers. He was almost constantly using them, not daring to go deep, he just went by little and little at a time.
Even though he'd accepted his powers about one and a half year ago, he still felt anxious about just how deep his powers went. It was overwhelmingly scary. The lengths of his ability seemed to be guarded by a big monster, and he needed to beat this monster in order to reach his full potential. He was afraid he'd become this monster however, and even though he wished for power, he didn't want to turn evil.
 
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Ann smiled as she watched Alicia fall asleep on her bed. She reached over to gently move a lock of hair back from her face before gently picking the girl up. The rabbit stayed in the youngster's hands as Ann took her to her own bed, mostly so she wouldn't get in trouble for being elsewhere. She did like the younger girl and she had a good idea. Maybe she could focus on making the rabbit or something small and safe like it. Maybe that would finally chase away her fear of her power. She could try, she would try.

She tucked Alicia into the younger girl's bed and made sure James was settled in place also then on impulse, she kissed the girl's temple before going back to her own bed to try to sleep. She had never had a little sister, but Alicia was as close as she could ever get to one, and the girl understood her more than the psychiatrist could. She tried to sleep, but her thoughts wouldn't stop until long after midnight. She was going to be so tired tomorrow, and like always, her creation would be gone when sleep finally claimed her.
 
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Oh, great. Now Jameson had gone and made someone sore at him anyway. He couldn't help being on edge, and as irritate with the world at large as he was he didn't immediately apologize, just turned over onto his side and pulled the lone pillow on his bed over his head. He didn't bother getting under the blankets, wanting to shower before he did something like that, and just resolved to keep his head covered until everyone was in and settled in for the night. Having scared off one other boy already, he wasn't off to a good start in this place.

This place wasnt for him, he thought. His power was quiet, unobtrusive. He didn't use it on anyone and no one could see it if he didn't use it, occasionally couldn't see it even if he did use it. These kids seemed so far to all be more obvious about their strangeness, and if he weren't such an idiot and hadn't run straight into the path of a car while running from the police he wouldn't have been noticed at all. He had to be more careful, think things through, and in the meantime do his very best not to have minor freakouts every time something new and shocking showed itself.

Still, he'd be lying if he said some of it wasn't just as cool as it was strange.
 
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