I looked at the new guy and slightly smiled. I turned back to Carson. "Do we even have input on this?" I asked crossing my arms. I turned invisible and sat down at a table, everyone looking for where I was.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Leaning myself back against the wall and crossing my arms I glanced around the room. The girl with long brown hair and boy with mildly long brown hair had paired together. The new boy and quite girl made some kind of agreement, and then there was me and Bella, the girl who turned invisible.
"Probably not," I stated, answering Bella's last question coldly, "But now that the "partnering" exercise is done, can we we move on?" I asked as my eyes flicked over to Carson. I could feel myself starting to get even more irritated from just standing in this small room.
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Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
I turned visible again. "Yeah, can we move on?" I crossed my arms. "I want to fight..." I mumbled under my breath. "When are we going to fight?" I asked aloud.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The group was getting restless, but I had to keep my composure. That Paker girl had a strong power, I could tell. She had a strong Aura. I smiled at Micah's comment , I liked him, he felt like a brother.
"Follow me." I began. I walked down a long narrow hallway. "Your schedules are in your rooms."
As the walk went on, each group got to their room, starting with Ian and Awen, and ending with Bella and Parker. The rooms are specially fit to each persons personality. Some of them are a pretty interesting mixture. I let them off to their rooms, to unpack the things that was specifically made and brought in for them.
I gave a half smile as Awen moved to the blue half of the room. She was an interesting character.The bags? Why was it there? What did it have in it?
"I'm Ian , but you already knew that." I said , picking up the bag. The bag was just plain, but it was pretty big and heavy. I unzipped the bag and started unpacking. First , was the clothes, next it was a sketch pad, followed by drawing pencils. There was a multitude of things compacted into the bag. I stood and began putting everything up.
Tansy Peterson~
As soon as I stepped in the room , I knew exactly which side was mine. The walls where colored by pain splatters and the bed was bright, and had a lion stuffed animal on it. I felt a little childish, but I couldn't help my self but run and jump onto the bed. I hadn't been this comfortable for so many years.
Finally, I sat up and grasped the handle of the bag and pulled it up to me, anxious to see what was inside. I looked up at Micah , hoping he didn't think I was to childish. The fist thing i pulled out of the rather large bag, was paint brushes. That on it's own made me feel at home.
Inside, there's an old book of poems. I smile to myself. If there's one thing I do know about myself, it's that this is perfect.
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I smile at the way Tansy leaps onto the one bed and takes the stuffed animal in her arms. Sighing, I sit on the other bed. My side of the room is almost completely blank, golden cursive writing covering the whole wall. I unzip the bag by my feet and find a few journals inside with a pen matching the print all over the room. That alone lessens the amount of unease in his stomach.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Is it too late to reserve a spot? If not, I'd like a female subject spot - I'll make a profile as soon as I can.
"We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"
(Ranger51 , go for it! We could use some more!) Ian Hart~
Awen. Such a pretty name. Why was her half of the room blue after all? God forbid her power involve water. Oh God. He shook off the idea for a good amount of time , finishing up his unpacking. Before he could stop himself, he asked.
"What's your power?" arrgh, Power was such a cliche word. I should've used the wod ability or something different. just not that word. As I asked this, I took a step toward her. Man she smells good. I stopped. What was wrong with me? Did the simple fact of me having a girl roommate make me this strange? I hope not, the last thing i needed was for my roommate to think I was crazy, much less a freak.
Tansy Peterson~
Micah smiled, for the first time I've seen. He had a nice smile. Unlike my side of the room , his side was elegant and simple, the kind of thing I wished I was. I stood up, and made my way to the closet in the middle of the room. I opened the half paint splattered door and found the closet directly split down the middle with a tall board to the top. On my side of the closet, Canvases along with paint filled the bottom. I literally jumped with excitement. At least I could paint in this place. This could prove to be a pretty exciting place!
Setting up one of the tall canvases, I causally asked Micah, "So, you like to write?" Did he write down what he saw? Did he write down whatever comes to mind? Does he write down dreams, or is it just a journal? These questions passed through my mind, sometimes I hated the curiosity that seemed to run my life, but other times, It made a good impact fo finding out information.
I pulled my hair back and put on some shorts and a tank top and walked out. I winked at Carson and sat down at a table in the lobby part. "Are we gonna learn to fight?" I asked sweetly.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
We walked into our room and the difference between the two of us was obvious. When she looked at me and asked me what side of the room I wanted, I looked at her, then walked to the right side. She walked over to the left side and then changed in to what looked like a training outfit. "Are you going to learn to fight?", she asked.
"I already know how." I stated, as I started to change in to black loose fitting capris and a black shirt that stopped right above my belly button. It also had sleeves that went to right above the elbows. I then proceed to braid my hair as I walked out of the room.
Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
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