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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Apr 11, 2012 17:55:34 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Maslynn straightened in her seat and her muscles tensed at a slight noise outside her room. Her head whipped around to face the door and away from the essay she was typing. When the door did not open after several long moments, she relaxed again and tried to focus on her homework. She had done this three times in the last half hour since she got back from class. Each time, it became more difficult to concentrate on three examples of the effects that controversial literature could have on the population.
Just that morning, the poor girl had been informed that she was being assigned a roommate. She had known that it was coming, of course. Everyone got a roommate. But that didn't stop her nerves from turning her into a rigid bundle of anxiety. She had no idea who was going to walk through that door. It had taken a great deal of her energy through the day to listen to her teachers and to avoid drifting off into terrifying ideas about who she might have to live with for the next year or so.
If she was lucky, she figured, she would be horrible, but she would be a senior and it would only be the one year that they would have to be together. There was nor a positive thought in her mind by the time her last class rolled around. It was tearing her apart, this not knowing. At least when she met her new dorm mate, she would be able to devise a plan of action to deal with the inevitable pain that was headed her way.
Of course, Massy, like anyone else would, wished for a best friend in her room mate. Someone sweet and understanding (and preferably not moody) who she could get close to. But the poor thing was so wrapped up in her worries that she forgot to be rational or positive.
She expected tattoos and drugs and anger and piercings and a criminal record or a power that could kill Massy before she knew the other girl's name or a biker's daughter or a bitter, rich girl who could make her life hell just for looking at her funny, or, or, or. Massy came up with one thousand scenarios, each one scarier than the one before.
Her fingers flew over the keys, but she couldn't have told you what she typed. She was just trying to relieve some nervous energy while she waited for her doom roommate to show up.
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Apr 12, 2012 15:25:38 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Alexa knew she'd be a nervous wreck on her first day of school, but she had imagined being able to get to class before losing it. Then she realized that the room to which she'd been assigned already had a resident. She would be sharing from the start. In her head, she'd always been the first one to move in. In her head, she had a few days on her own to get adjusted to everything, and then the roommate would move in and it would be okay because by then, Alexa would already have some friends it lean on if things got back.
But if there was already someone living there, then she didn't have time for all that. She'd have to jump right in and start figuring out how to become friends from the start, because she didn't think she could take it if she couldn't get along with her roommate. They'd be stuck living together for who knows how long. The idea of not being loved...well, it was just not an option.
That was one thing she really had been hoping for in this school: friends. It had been so long since she'd been in a normal school. So long since she'd really interacted with anyone outside of the household. Alexa loved people. She loved being loved by people and she loved loving people. In a way, that had made leaving home hard, but being here opened up a million new windows of opportunity. The possibilities were endless here, and they would all understand. They wouldn't judge her because of her fits. Things would be okay.
She did believe that, at least a little. But not enough to be completely confident as she maneuvered her way through the hallways to her dorm. Room 21. That wouldn't be too hard to remember. Hopefully. Alexa had this terrifying mental picture of being totally lost, trying to find her room, but she pushed it away. She had to stay positive about this whole thing, or she'd end up going completely insane.
She tried to make herself feel better by focusing on all the ways she was prepared. One: she hadn't forgotten anything at home. Two: she had her room key safe on a necklace around her neck. Three: she had found her room. Three was a good enough number. At least for now.
As she unlocked the door, she took a deep breath, trying to calm down the angry, jittery creatures that seemed to be lodged in her stomach at the moment. For luck, just before she turned the door handle, she rubbed the tattoo on her left wrist with her right thumb. Inhale, Exhale, it told her. She did, then tried not to look frightened as she opened the door.
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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Apr 18, 2012 1:43:42 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Even though she felt the presence of approaching nerves long before it happened, Massy jumped and emitted a small, squeaky noise when she heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening. She counted to ten, slowly, before standing up, putting on the friendliest smile she could muster. Her mind was working so hard with paranoia, she had to struggle to separate the other girl's anxiety from her own. Half of her wanted to close her eyes and measure it in a visual form, but she had to rely on her feelings. It would be rude to eavesdrop, so to speak, like that.
Calm down, Massy. Be open-minded. It's not the end of the world if she's not the perfect roommate. And anyway, she might be okay after all. You never know.
She, at the very least, appeared alright. Maslynn had learned a long time ago not to judge books by their covers, but there was no angry expression or extremely obvious signs of bodily rebellion. The blonde girl that had just stepped through the door was petite and younger-looking. Massy took this as a good sign and tried to relax a bit. At least they might be in the same grade. That was definitely a positive.
Seconds ticked away, and there was no speaking being done. Finally, Massy stepped forward and offered her hand. "Hello. I'm Maslynn. Most people call me Massy, though." Her smile brightened, egged on by how confident she sounded. "You're my new roommate, right? It's nice to meet you. Do you need help with your bags or something? I could make tea." It didn't matter what was going on, Massy's go-to source of comfort was always tea. Whether she was talking about it, drinking it, or making it, it made her feel better. Plus, it would be great if Alexa liked tea, too. Or maybe not. Would they fight over tea? Surely not? Massy pushed the thought from her head.
Stop being so difficult, she scolded herself.
Once Alexa had gotten her bags inside of the room, Massy sat down on the bed, trying to stay out of her way in case she decided to unpack right away. She would have offered to help with that, too, but unpacking was a personal process. She feared it would be too intrusive. "If you ever need help finding anything, don't be afraid to ask. I mean, I'm only a freshman and it's still the end of the year but the layout is pretty simple. I can show you around later if you want. I know I was pretty intimidated by everything when I first got here. It's a really big place." Massy, normally very quiet, had a bad habit of speaking too much whenever she was nervous. And right now, she was extremely nervous, what with the combination of her own anxiety and that of her new roommate's, though hers felt different somehow. "What are you here for, anyhow? I mean, what's your power, I guess. Not all of them can really be called powers . . . Yeah, erm, I'm an empath. I can feel peoples' emotions. I recently--well, a couple of years ago--found out that I can actually see them, too. It takes some concentration, though."
Shut up, Massy. Stop talking. This is not a good first impression. You just sound incredibly nervous.
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Apr 28, 2012 13:04:08 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Maybe it was wrong to feel that way, but Alexa was slightly relieved when she noticed the other girl seemed just as nervous as she did. She awkwardly stepped through the door, pulling her things behind her. It still amazed her that she had reached the point in her life where she had to fit her whole life into containers. She never thought she’d have to do that. Maybe for college, but in her mind she would just stay at home forever. With the visions, she couldn’t imagine ever having reason or ability to leave. Not to mention that there needed to be someone around for Kelsi and Ricky.
”Hi, Massy. I’m Alexa,” she said. ”I think I’m alright with my things, but tea would be lovely, yes.“ She wondered how old she was. The other girl looked young enough to be around her age, but it wasn’t always easy to tell.
Alexa made her way to the side of the room that was clearly unoccupied and started unpacking. She moved her clothes from suitcase to dresser rather quickly, but slowed down when she started reaching jewelry, At home, she’d always let her rings and pins and everything just sit out in a fancy bowl, but she wasn’t sure what exactly to do with it here. There wasn’t all that much space. The room was slightly larger than hers at home, but now she had someone to fight for space with. She decided it was best to just leave those things in the bag where they were, which she then put under the bed.
Massy was still chattering away, which was somehow comforting. At least she answered Alexa’s question of how old she was. “Thanks, that would be good. I’m not used to going many places. My mother calls me a homebody. Having someone around to teach me where to go would be lovely.”
It was interesting to hear about Massy and her powers, even though she sounded terribly nervous. For a bit Alexa wondered if it was her own emotion that was making Massy that way. Maybe a combination of both of their feelings.
”Oh. I see the future. I think. It’s a bit complicated since the things I see never happen in my experience. A lot of the time I see like, women in danger. I don’t really know when or where anything is happening, but I see it all happen all the same. It makes me rather sick afterwards, which is almost worse than seeing the things happen. I guess they think they can help me here.”
She paused for a while, thinking of what to say next. ”Do you like it? Your power, I mean. Have they been able to help you at all? What exactly do they do here, anyway? I feel like all the information I have on it is far more vague than it ought to be.”
Alexa took a moment then to really just look around the room. It made her homesick. Everything on the walls, all the furniture, the lighting... it all reminded her of home. Home was what she wanted, she thought. But what she needed, she thought, was to be here. Being around people like her would be good. She needed to get out and meet people and learn to control her visions and grow more confident in herself. This was new, yes, and new is sometimes terrifying. But It also brings possibility, and there wasn’t really enough of that at home.
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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on May 7, 2012 16:30:28 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Massy tried to force herself to calm down. It was a bit easier than she would have thought, because the other girl seemed to be calming down a bit herself. The worst thing, perhaps, about Maslynn's power was her inability to use it on herself. She was thankful for something to do with her hands, but she was really worried about dropping something--they were shaking rather badly. She pulled out a mug from her butt from a small free-standing cabinet and went into the bathroom to fill it with water from the sink. When she came back, she got a tea bag out from the same cabinet, then stuck the whole thing in the microwave and set it to run for two minutes. She didn't really like tea from tea bags much, but she didn't exactly have the resources to make it any other way.
Massy smiled gently. "You're welcome. I've actually never really gotten out much, myself, but only because crowds have always been a little intimidating." Her voice was much softer now. She felt like she was beginning to warm up to her new roommate, which was really great. In fact, she wasn't stuck for things to say yet. She just didn't want to ramble. But this was definitely progress. Alexa seemed very nice.
The microwave beeped, then, and Massy got the tea out and set it on top of her desk to cool, then retreated to her bed, sitting on it cross-legged. She watched Alexa put her stuff up and tilted her head to the side. "If you need more room, I can move some of my stuff around," she said kindly. "I mean, I sort of have a lot of clothes, but we could figure something out." Maslynn has always suffered from the need to look perfect everywhere she went. Or, at the least, to feel as though she looked perfect. Judgment was always one of the hardest emotions to feel.
Massy frowned. "Sick how?" she asked. She hoped it wouldn't affect them both simultaneously. That could be dangerous. She wondered if students had ever been moved because of incompatible powers. She was suddenly very afraid of that happening. She didn't want to go through this same anxiety all over again. It was not in the least a pleasant experience. Besides, she had gotten very lucky, getting Alexa as her roomie. "Andfor how long?" she added as an after thought. "What do you usually do to get over it?"
Massy straightened her back and twisted her mouth to the side at the next question, trying to think about how she should word it. She liked the school, but she hated her power. A lot of that hatred was very personal and deep-seated, though, and she would have to come up with a way to say certain things, but be vague about them. She also tried to call to mind what progress she had made, and what things had been like before, but it was hard to tell the difference. If any progress had been made, it was a gradual process. Finally, she exhaled (she had been holding her breath this whole time), and clasped her hands together. "I actually really like the school--but as a school and not as a supernatural school, if that makes sense. I know people who have seen drastic differences in their powers, and I know people who could already control their power when they got here. Personally, if they've helped, I really can't tell. I mean, I'm sure they have. It's just probably gradual and I don't exactly remember how everything was at the beginning. Plus, I'm not always cooperative in SAC because I really hate using my power on other people. I hate my power in general. And I think some of the powers are really dangerous, and . . . Oh, it's just really confusing." Maslynn frowned and pressed her palm against her cheek. "I guess the experience is different for everyone. I do hope that we all get to see some progress, though. That would be nice." Normally, Massy doesn't talk so much, but her thoughts were all in a tizzy because of the question that she had been asked. "But, anyway, I think it's nice that all of us can be together with kids that are like us, you know? It's a positive environment for the majority of us." She didn't really know, but she thought that about covered her thoughts on the place.
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on May 7, 2012 20:48:45 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm The silence while Alexa unpacked and Massy made tea was perhaps longer than should have been comfortable, but they both seemed like the sorts of people that didn’t need incessant chatter to stay at ease with another person, so it was bearable. When Alexa spoke again and Massy responded, it was reassuring to hear that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t do well with the world.
Massy brought her tea and offered to move her stuff so as to give Alexa more room. In between small sips, she declined. ”No, thanks. I think I’m alright where things are. I have a bunch of little rings and stuff, that’s all that is without a permanent home, but I think they should be okay in the bag under the bed. There’s no reason to just have them sitting out, really.”
Taking another drink, she tried to explain her power more thoroughly. ”It can be anything, really. Sometimes it’s littler things, like sneezing a few times or a cough that doesn’t stop until my throat is sore. But more often I’ll throw up or faint or get feverish or something. And then every so often it gets really bad and I won’t be able to move or something. It’s really awful, to be honest. I hate it. There’s really not much I can do but wait until it stops, but that can take hours. That’s why I had to stop going to public school before. I’d have so many days where I’d just be hideously ill and couldn’t do the work. I’m probably way behind where I’m supposed to be at my age, but I try as hard as I can.”
Alexa could tell that it was difficult for Massy to answer her question about Massy’s power and about school and everything. Everything she said made sense, though. It wasn’t exactly reassuring, however. She had been hoping for something more enthusiastic.
”Do the teachers seem to know what they’re doing, at least?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound as desperate as she thought. It felt self-centered, but to be honest, she didn’t know how much longer she could handle having all these problems with her power. She wanted someone to have a miracle for her and tell her exactly what to do to prevent or cure the side effects of something she couldn’t stop. Maybe there would be a way to control the visions themselves and then she could just keep from ever seeing the things that made her sick.
It annoyed her that sometimes it seemed like her visions and their aftermath were all she was. Alexa did spend a lot of time experiencing them, and when she wasn’t, she was usually thinking about them. She didn’t have a lot of knowledge in the field, but she didn’t think it was normal to let one’s power completely rule one’s life. It made her feel helpless and lame, really. She should be stronger than a few images in her head, but she wasn’t. |
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Post by MASLYNN LIA ROY on Jul 3, 2012 22:11:33 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Massy didn't realize that she had been wringing her hands together nervously until she twisted one of her fingers too hard and hurt herself. She stared down at her hands, dropped them, then looked back up at her new roommate with a sort of half smile. "Alright. If you want to put them out later on, I don't think it would be very hard to find some space," she said, even though a simple, "Alright," would have sufficed. Plus, she was pretty sure she was just getting redundant now.
The tiny dancer bit her lip and crossed her legs, folding her hands neatly into her lap. She wished that this first meeting could just be over already. She had no doubt that she and Alexa would be good friends eventually, but eventually seemed a very long way off.
Massy smiled, even though what Alexa had said wasn't exactly positive. Finally! Something she knew about. "Oh! Well, I can certainly help you. I think I'm ahead by a lot. I mean, not to sound arrogant or anything. I'm just very . . . studious." Maslynn was much more than studious, but she didn't really think so. She was deluded into thinking that all other teenagers cared about school just like she did.
Of course, a great number of her friends really did care about school, so it was understandable. Not to mention, Massy's oblivious innocence was one of the greatest things about her.
Massy's excitement about being able to help Alexa soon vanished with the topic of the quality of AMG thrust upon her again. She couldn't blame Alexa for being curious and apprehensive, and she herself had been extremely worried about coming here, and while she liked and loved a lot of the friends she had made, it was hard to get her exact feelings about it across. She wanted Alexa to think positively about it, but she didn't seem to have succeeded in that goal.
"The majority of the teachers are pretty great, yes," she answered, staring at a point to the left of Alexa but not directly at her. "There are one or two that are hard to deal with, but I mean, they're all good at their job." She paused, for a moment, trying to come up with a good way to say what she wanted to say. She swore she could hear her blood pumping in the silence that ensued.
"I really don't want you to think that the school is bad or anything. It's hard to adjust to, but the students are great. I mean, I adore all of my friends and the environment is lovely and I really really think that there are some people who just need to step back and give it a chance and--Jeez. Okay. It's a great school. I really love it here. It's a great opportunity for the students, but not because of the teachers or SAC or being secluded from normal people, but because of the actual kids that go here. It's just." She had to stop talking, and bit her lip. "I don't really know what I'm trying to say," she admitted after a moment, looking up. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I just really hope you like it here, I guess."
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