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Post by STEVEN SPENCER JAMESON on Aug 22, 2010 19:39:46 GMT -5
Taking a deep breathe in, Nick walked out of his last class, and to lunch. Everyone was rushing, not for the food but for the socializing. Even in a gifted school in Texas every teenager was normal. Nick was in the back of the crowd. Waiting for everyone to sit down, so he could get this lunch over with. As everyone rushed in, he seemed to find a long line. He got to the back of it, and waited as it slowly progressed and went down. As he got his lunch, he found an empty table and sat down. Lunch was the perfect time to practice his powers. It was sort of limited. He can manipulate it, and create it, but not a lot. He could also extinguish it. So it wasn't as limited as it was. For the air, he could create it, obviously. Manipulate it, but not a lot. But he couldn't extinguish it. As he sat down, he looked around. Chatter filled the whole room. He simply turned to his plate, and moved his hands around in a motion, that almost confused him, fire went on his chicken. He extinguished it, and then made the air bring his plate up, as fast as he could, he made it drop with a " clang ". He sighed and waited.
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Post by MASON KIM PARK on Aug 22, 2010 20:03:42 GMT -5
  
You would think everyone could just walk to the lunch room like a normal human being instead of pushing and shoving like some wild crazy monkey’s getting ready for that night’s mating ceremony. God, it was annoying. Mason was already in a little bit of a bad mood since he got a C on a test and had to beg his teacher to let him do a re-take since he knew very well that he should not have gotten a C, well the teacher said yes so everything should be happy in Mason land right? Wrong. He was hungry and then lunch line wasn’t moving fast enough, like seriously. Now with his food finally, after waiting like twenty minutes, maybe it was ten but Mason swore it was longer then it should have been, he began to hunt for a table. Where oh where? He didn’t have that many friends, well really he had no friends what’s so ever since he had just moved to the lovely town and just started attending this special little school for the special little people. This was really his like third day? He lost count after he finally got his room all settled and stuff, really he completely lost count now.
Sighing softly he wandered for a little while longer before settling at a table with one lonely boy at one end of it, so Mason happily took the end on the other side. He would keep quiet for now, he didn’t want to scare the boy or something since well, he just didn’t want too. Mason couldn’t help but let his eyes wandered to the boy who seemed to be trying to lift his tray? Was that his power? Well it didn’t seem to really work since the tray happily clanged back to the ground, spilling a bit of food everywhere. Mason couldn’t keep his mouth shit any longer so he slowly slid closer to the boy. “Um, maybe you should try lifting it without all the food? So it doesn’t spill?” He said and shrugged a little bit and stayed right in his new spot, so he could talk to the male if the male wanted to be talked too that was. Who knew? Mason was a complete people person, but this boy might not have been so it was best to just be silent for now. Until he was spoken too again that is.
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Post by STEVEN SPENCER JAMESON on Aug 22, 2010 20:14:24 GMT -5
Nick watched as a guy approached the table and sat down. "Great." Nick thought to himself. He would rather be alone, to practice his powers. But instead he had to be with someone. That he didn't want to be with. He wouldn't mind him much. He tried once more, but he wasn't concentrating hard enough, so the tray clattered to the table once more. As his anger boiled to his face, he set fire to most of his tray. Watching it burn, he extinguished it, it was crisp, and cringed. Nick just laughed at it.
" No use of doing that now. " he said to him.
He would try to be nice, even though he wasn't sure if he wanted to. Nick didn't have a lot of friend's at Walkers. But he didn't want to have a lot. He let his life roll on track, and if he wished to get more friends he would. He wasn't like a regular, or gifted teenager, constantly trying to rush their life. He was glad with it now. He didn't want it any other way. For any other way would possibly be jacked, and messed up. Taking a deep breathe in, he looked at the guy and smiled.
" I'm Nick by the way. "
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Post by MASON KIM PARK on Aug 23, 2010 10:30:47 GMT -5
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Well of course it was too late, the boy found it best to completely burn the tray to nearly nothing. Geeze was he that mad at it or something because it didn’t go his way? Mason snorted softly and watched the boy with his deep brown eyes, he had to admit to himself the boy was cute, so that made him want to be nice at least just a wee bit. He gave the boy a warm smile and nodded slowly, eying the mess that the other boy made, well he kind of hope the boy would clean it up, because if he didn’t then it would just start to stink and that would be disgusting as anything really. So Mason slowly stood and moved over beside the boy, not very close but close enough, honestly Mason would rather be near burning plastic then spilled food any day.
Alright, so the boy’s name was Nick, that was good to know incase he needed to use this little “spill” later against him. Nah, Mason wasn’t like that at all. He gave the boy a small smile and looked at his hands for a moment, he tried to make sure his accent wasn’t really that well out there? “My names Mason, I’m new here… kind of.” He said with a small snort. He really had been there for about two years until his parents finally wanted to send him to school, other then that he had been stuck at home for a little bit, all day with his mother. Now that was scary. Mason turned and smiled again at the boy, a few thoughts mulling through his head, some he couldn’t really say out loud well not now anyway, but a few he could. “So, I guess your gift is too… make things float and burn them?” He asked with an innocent expression.
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