((Really sorry, guys. I may get to post tonight, but the stress of getting science fair done is so bad I stayed home from school to work on it. Urgh. Any of you guys just so happen to know how to conduct a Fourier Transform on non-sinusoidal waveforms? Whoops, that's just me rambling. :/))
Moi? Mind my own business? Absolutely unheard of.
James couldn't help but feel pleased with his own people skills. Tasha definitely had secrets, that much he was positive. And they weren't just the average run-of-the-mill kind of secrets either. No, whatever it was that this new girl had, it was good.
"Do I at least get points for perseverance? Or," he paused dramatically, "if you need any favors done, I'm the guy." At least, only if it benefits me. Until then, sure. Whatever it takes.
Taking a walk through New York...
That sounded wild enough to Tristan, who's definition of 'safe territory' now only extended to encompass his and Zeke's dorm room. Even though he didn't want to disappoint Zeke, Tristan didn't think that walking around the city was a good idea. Especially when staying in from a class seemed dangerous enough.
Tristan scratched the back of his head. "I don't know, Zeke. Maybe some other time. I'm not feeling that daring-" and well, "-enough to do something like that." Tristan searched for something else he could say, "But I don't think Erin and Ambi would say no."
Erin was rolled over on her side, staring at the clock and attempting to gauge when she should bother getting up. It wasn't like, that early. But early enough that people were getting up and eating breakfast and all that jazz that she didn't feel like doing.
Her bag was by her and Rachel's door, and she had gotten up a few hours ago and changed already. "Pssst, Rachel," Erin half-whispered loudly, turned over on her side, "When do we have to, like, get up and stuff?" Which was a stupid question, but whatever.
((Bumpity bump. ^^))
(Oops, my bad! ^.^ And uhm...did you upload those doodles? xD lol if you don't want to, thats okay, Ijust think you are a very talented artist :) )
Zeke frowned, not satisfied with Tristan's answer. But then again, what was he expecting? For Tristan to have this sudden change of heart?
"What if I tell you that you arestuck with me today?"Zeke asked casually, still lounging on his bed lazily."I mean, you could help me clean up." He sat up, winking. It seemed the more he moved around, the less his body ached. Or rather, that's what he kept telling himself.
"Besides, I can't have Ambi and Erin with me. Alone." He tried his best to look scolding, but the effort was wasted entirely. Zeke could hardly keep a straight face for his life."They'd eat me alive, dude. I need a guy to buffer them."
(I have no idea if this post will go through because I literally can't see anything on the thread but the title. I don't know if it's the website or just the computer. Both like to play their little tricks on me.)
(Sorry about that. As soon as I posted the thread decided to show.)
"Favors?" Tasha sounded as bored as she looked. "I'll think about it," she promised, her voice uninterested and her eyes scanning the room for Tristan.
Not that she wouldn't use him for a favor if she needed one from him, but she wouldn't cash that in just yet. She didn't exactly intend to let him in on her little secrets.
Rachel rolled over to face Erin and popped two earbuds out, pausing a video that had been playing on her iPad. "Sorry, what? I couldn't really hear what you said."
Rachel noticed that all of the indistinct noise behind her before must have been Erin dressing. She too had gotten dressed already, before when Erin was asleep. Then she'd climbed back into bed to keep from disturbing Erin.
(What has it got in its pocketses? Anyone see the HISHE on this one? I love their videos.
((Ugh! I'm sorry a million times over, but I've been extremely sick with strep throat and a high fever the past week and, well, being on the computer kind of plummeted to the bottom of my to-do list. :/ Anywho, I got out of bed today, so there's a plus.
Nacho: No, sorry, but I will once I have them. (Ugh, my History teacher takes forEVER to grade quizzes.) Except, my teachers are also known to not hand back any papers with drawings they like on them. XD))
A guy to buffer Erin and Ambi? I think a bullet-proof vest would fit more along the lines, more or less.
Tristan felt a little guilty, but decided that he could be entitled to some selfishness once in a while. Less like selfishness, more like self-preservation. Tristan juggled his options. His weary over-stressed mind cried out for some serious alone time, which meant telling Zeke to go do something without him.
I'm his friend. I can't be that selfish.
But then again, being alone meant that there would be no one around if that girl came any where near him. Tristan shivered unconsciously. She seriously gave him the chills. Tristan always knew that his strength was also his vulnerability, but now, vulnerability seemed to read more along the lines of possible mental vegetation.
Tristan sighed through his nose. He should really tell Zeke. After all, his friend had been there for him more times than he could count on both hands. He lay on his back, studying the ceiling as if he could divine some sort of solution to his problem in the plaster.
"What if I tell you there's a real reason I'm not going to school today." He paused. "Last night, when I was walking back to our room, there was, there was this girl-" Tristan immediately did some verbal backpedaling after saying that- it would be just like Zeke to leap to a certain conclusion.
"I mean, there was this girl I had never met before, but once she walked up to me, it was like everything exploded. Mentally, I mean." Tristan was a little uncomfortable trying to explain it, but he made an explosion gesture with his constantly moving hands. "I was like her presence just sort of warped probabilities. And she didn't seem to know what she was doing either." Tristan sighed. "I just don't want to go back to class if she's out there- walking around, I mean."
((Hm, that's all I have time to do for now. I'll do a post for James and Erin next. :))
Tasha's voice and posture almost directly contradicted what his nose was telling him. Which, right now, I think is the closest I'll get to anything significant. But at least she's interested.
"Yes, favors," he parroted.
James stood still, noticing Tasha's eyes still roaming around the cafeteria. He attempted to follow her gaze, but after scanning around for a bit, he decided to ask her. "Who are you looking for?" he asked innocently, sticking his thumbs into the belt loops of his khakis.
((Again, only had time for one post.))
Erin rolled her eyes and tried again. "It's not like I'm especially looking forward to it or anything, but is there, like, a time we actually have to get up and everything for school? and maybe eat something, y'know?"
It was a rare occasion that Erin was actually hungry. She hardly ate, she hardly needed to eat. But, when was the last time she had actually had food food?
Um, maybe- no, that doesn't count. Like, two days ago? One and a half-ish?
"What kind of classes do'ya even have here?" Erin picked at the coverlet on the bed disinterestedly, "Like, just a regular school?" Erin drew her arms back to stretch, and was pleased to notice that the one that had gotten injured the other day responded batter. Popping slightly, but still moving upwards.
Zeke listened to Tristan's explanation patiently. And he hardly did anything with patience. The boy seemed really torn over a few choice things. It made Zeke turn his head to watch him quizzically. What could be bothering Tristan so much? Was it a bully? The thought made a certain protectiveness rise in Zeke.
Ever since he had come here, Tristan had been bothered relentlessly by bullies of any sort. It was probably his social awkwardness, and his slightly nerdy appearance. Nevertheless, Zeke despised it. Tristan was already bothered enough by his crazy powers, he didn't need bullies to worsen it. Bullying was just so over rated in Zeke's opinion. There was no point to it.
At the mention of a girl, though, Zeke actually sat up in interest. Tristan hardly ever took an interest in girls directly. He opened his mouth to say something, before Tristan quickly explained. All of his assumptions sizzled, and Zeke found himself frowning.
"A girl?" He repeated, a bit dubiously, before his brows furrowed deeply. Zeke knew the answer to this. One that he didn't like so much."Well, if she's like, amplifying your powers or something, we should find her and go to Professor X." Zeke suggested, now standing up fully."He'd know what's up. I'll come with you." Zeke was already trying to find a comb or something in the messiness of his room.
((Whew, science fair is over. I can reclaim my life now, XD. Oh, and Nacho, I have a few sketches back, and I'll get them up on DA (probably under scraps :P) as soon as the scanner is free. :))
Zeke actually listened- which gave Tristan a flood of relief, releasing a tension he hadn't been aware he had been holding. God, Zeke was such a good person. Sure, he had his moments, but still, his earnest listening right now more helpful than he probably realized.
Tristan realized he wasn't alone. He had spent the entire night wallowing in fear of his own ability, and his self-pity. But now it seemed like some of his fears were unwarranted, and explaining them to Zeke- even though he took them seriously- made them seem all the more silly.
Tristan sat up. He didn't know if he was hoping for a different answer or something, but if Zeke thought that it would be a good idea, well, Tristan didn't exactly have any of his own at the moment. At least, any idea better than becoming a permanent hermit in his dorm room. It was the 'find her' part that sent nervous butterflies swooping around his stomach.
"Thanks," he sighed, and because he was a person of few words, he didn't feel it necessary to say anything else. Instead, he idly watched the different shadowy versions of Zeke either lounge on the bed or root through the stacks of clothes and art supplies. One of the ghostly pale versions triumphantly held up a hairbrush.
"Third stack of sketchbooks and unfinished homeworks to the right of your bed," Tristan supplied, "Under the pair of jeans, I think."
"How do you know the homework is unfinished?" Zeke asked playfully, though he knew Tristan was probably right. It wasn't that Zeke wasn't smart; it was that he just didn't like applying himself. Why should a murderer even try to succeed? He grimaced inwardly at the thoughts, triumphantly finding a hairbrush."Thanks, man. Without you, I'd actually have to keep my room clean." He laughed a little, before he ran it through his curly dark chocolate colored hair. It just ended up looking more ruffled, and Zeke scowled as he caught sight of his reflection.
"My hair is hopeless, I tell you. Hopeless." He tossed the brush aside, where he would eventually find it later. Zeke then picked up a simple black colored t-shirt. He sniffed it, and grinned widely. It didn't smell, and in his world, that counted as clean. He changed into it, though not before putting some deodorant on. Zeke was so lucky Tristan didn't mind his lifestyles; it wasn't like he smelled or anything.
"Okay. So, first things first. We find Professor X, and talk to him about it."Zeke explained, the black t-shirt making his green eyes more prominent. They were bright and focused behind his honey lashes. "You can tell him about this girl, and viola! Things will get solved." He smiled broadly, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of his jeans."And people say I'm stupid? Pft. They don't even know the genius I really am." Zeke chuckled; if anyone was a genius, it was Tristan.
Tristan managed a weak smile in Zeke's direction. "Since when is it ever not?" Although slightly untrue to some extent, it was a point that he liked to press. Sometimes it appalled him the lack of effort Zeke threw at his studies, especially when he had no excuse, being perfectly capable.
Tristan rolled his eyes. The normality of it all chased away lurking doubts. "Without me, you'd actually have to study for a math test," he jibed familiarly. Watching Zeke search for clean clothes reminded Tristan that he was still in his clothes from yesterday. Unlike Zeke, Tristan kept everything neatly folded in his drawers.
He quickly changed into a maroon long-sleeved shirt- long sleeves being the only variety of shirt he usually wore. It was an amazement to Tristan that Zeke was always able to find a wearable piece of clothing every day, even though it seemed like he had already exhausted his pile of clean clothes.
"This is why people say you're stupid," Tristan easily found an unfinished homework to wave in the air. There were a few half-hearted scribbles on it, that dissolved into an extremely accurate doodle of the teacher of that class. "But those are also the people who haven't been on the recieving end of one of your pranks," Tristan added with a rare smile.
Close to the door and ready to walk outside to find the Professor, Tristan's nerves were fluttering slightly. He opened the door a crack, showing the only slightly full hallway. Most everyone was in the cafeteria by this point, trying to get a breakfast before classes started. "Uh, you first?"
[ Would you like to cntrol Professor X on this one? Oh, and I can not wait for your drawings to be uploaded! :D *dances around* ]
"Exactly." Zeke replied, enjoying the rare smile that he got out of Tristan. A lot of people thought he was too nervous to actually really smile, but Zeke knew beter. Under that layer of anxiety, Tristan was just a normal guy.
Which is the exact opposite of me. Zeke couldn't help but to think. I have the inviting coat displayed, but the horrible part covered. Zeke swallowed, realizing how true the thought was. They even dressed differently; Tristan always with long sleeves, Zeke always in short. Plus, there was the obvious difference in their looks. Maybe that's why they were such good friends; the opposites of eachother balanced the relationship out. Like, science or something.
"Oh yeah, this was from last week." Zeke commented on the that peice of paper Tristan held. He leaned downp to brielfy scan it; it was a peice of paper from his chemistry class. About some elements, but he eventually got bored and began scribbling doodles of the beakers, then of the teacher. A pretty amusing one of him trying to explain an experiment, only to have his butt on fire. It made the corners of Zeke's lips turn up; maybe one day, he'd be a comic strip person.
"Sure." Zeke let the paper flutter back down to the floor, nodding at Tristan's request. The guy's light heartedness seemed to have vanished, replaced with concern.'Don't worry, Trist. Professor X will know what's up." He added confidently, strolling out of the door easily.
The halls at this time of the day weren't that floor. Most people were getting breakfast, and they passed only a few people along the way. That including a giggling group of girls ("Hey, Zeke.) and a few people Zeke knew from his swim team.("Yo, what's up, my brother?") Just the usual greetings that Zeke returned more out of politeness than anything. Truthfully, he didn't regard many people as his friend. They didn't know the rela him, like Tristan who only saw flickers. But at least Tristan saw. So did Ambi, and Rachel. Just a few people, really.
"What did htis girl even look like, anyways? Was she cute?" Zeke asked as they got in the elvevator, Zeke pressing the button for the top floor. He couldn't help but to inquire about such things.
(Sorry for holding Erin and James up. I've been sick and generally haven't felt like doing much other than moping around on the couch and watching Netflix. ;) )
Rachel shrugged. She didn't exactly know what Erin's schedule was like, but for some reason she found herself too shy to ask. "I'm going down for breakfast now, if you want to come with me," she offered. "As for the classes, we mostly have the same kinds of classes as any other school I guess, except for the focus. Like, our gym classes are focused on combat training because, as mutants, that's a skill that we all need to eventually learn, I guess." She tried to hide her blush by turning away under the guise of picking a random book up. When it came down to it, she didn't know much about public school. She'd never actually gone to one.Before she came here a few years ago, she'd only been homeschooled.
Tasha studied the short blonde boy in front of her. "I'm looking for--a friend. You can help me find him if you want," she sighed.
She strolled over to the food counter and got herself something to eat, peeking behind her to see if James had followed.
((Sure, Nacho. :) Ugh, my scanner is broke! It keeps scanning things into PDFs and I can't upload PDFs to DA. D: Oh, and I loved that one part when Zeke was having a philosophical moment comparing himself and Tristan, and then he just had to add, "Like science or something." XD I found that particularly hilarious.))
Tristan meekly followed behind Zeke, watching warily from the corner of his eyes any sign of that girl, or anything that would signify that she was around. Was he overreacting, or was there more probabilities floating around than normal? Were the hallways always this cluttered? Tristan's hands moved self-consciously to his neck where his head phones usually hung, but found to his dismay that he had forgotten them in the room.
Can't be a total idiot and turn back for some headphones. Besides, I can last without them for a little bit.
He tried half-heartedly to convince himself that he only carried them around as a comfort thing, but not really. Not for the first time, Tristan marveled at the amount of people Zeke seemingly knew. Of course, he wasn't good at gauging the amount of people in a room, but it still seemed like a lot.
Tristan felt mildly guilty, although comforted, to know that Zeke could have decided to let Tristan figure out things by himself and go hand out with some other better (not to mention more outgoing) conversationalists than himself.
Tristan focused on Zeke a beat too late when he asked the question. It kind of threw him off, and he did an awkward half shrug before deciding that he could probably dredge up some words to describe her. But cute? It was a totally Zeke-thing to ask,
"Uhm, well, she had dark hair..." Tristan wracked his brains. He had a stellar memory- but not for faces, "And she was short. At least-" he ammended, "shorter than me." Was she cute? On any other given day with any other given person, Tristan would probably have been able to come up with some sort of satisfactory answer, but the cute-ness or lack of that the probability-changer had wasn't something that he was necessarily focusing on while his head felt like frying.
((Hm, I'm too tired to do Erin and James, but I think I can get them in before school tomorrow.))
(Haha, well thank you! :) That's how Zeke is; all deep the first minute, than his dubious self the next xD )
It was amazing, to watch Tristan's expression as he tried to answer his question. Tristan hardly ever took initiative when it came to girls; he was much too shy, and Zeke guessed he probably feared looking like a fool with all of the possiblities he reacted, too. He had only seen Tristan openly talk to Rachel, and that was because she was kind. Or at least, Zeke thought so. Plus, they were both total acedemic people...
"So she was, eh?" Zeke repsonded with a playful grin, nudging Tristan's skinny arm. Seriously, sometimes Zeke was afraid he'd break it or something."I guess you could say that she literally drives you crazy."He added with a laugh, before they came to stop at the top floor.
Professor X was a person that Zeke admired, but kept a distance from. He was the one that found Zeke, actually. The much smaller, more scared version of him. The one who Professor X knew all the deepest, and darkest secrets of his mind, but loved him like a son anyways. It was horrible.
"You must know it isn't your fault, Zeke." He remembered Professor X saying gently to him, hudled against his chair. Zeke couldn't believe it. He didn't know such kindness and acceptance was possible before coming to the school. And he didn't deserve any of it.
Still, they reached his office in good time. They didn't even run into any staff members (thank G.od. Zeke's sides still had a dull ache to him), and Zeke promptly knocked on his wooden door.
"Come in."They heard Professor X call from behind his handsome wooden door. Zeke gave Tristan a reassuring smile--things really would be alright--before he opened the door and walked in.
As usual, Professor X was at his table, working dillegently at something. He looked up in amild surprise, before setting down whatever he was doing.
"Ah. Tristan and Zeke." He greeted with a half smile. Zeke felt his insides turn to liquid. Why was he so kind? It would have been much easier if Professor X treated him how he really deserved to be treated, since he knew everything. The man read his thoughts, and a miniscule line of worry appeared between his brows. Still, he kept talking. "And what can I do for you boys?"
"Tristan had a problem. With his powers.'Zeke answered, glancing over at him. Professor X nodded, his gaze flickering to Tristan with focus.
"Alright. Please, take a seat."He offered, and Zeke shrugged, sitting down. He knew Professor X could read minds, but he preferred to have things talked out.
( I hope I did okay with him ^.^ Oh, and it's okay. You don't have to get the drawings up; I just love them so much haha :) )
Tristan gave a wan half-smile at Zeke's little play on words. Drive me crazy indeed. He felt surprisingly calm as he and Zeke neared Professor X's door. The Professor would smooth things out. Things always did when he got involved. That and the fact that he was the only person Tristan had lost a game of chess to made the Professor one of the most capable knowledgable people he had ever met.
Tristan took a seat next to Zeke, and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. Again, his lack of headphones made him feel restless for a moment, but he concentrated instead on the blessedly almost empty room. Empty of probabilities, that is.
Professor X diligently quieted to hear his story. Tristan threw a sideways look at Zeke, and smoothed his fingers out against his jeans. "There's a new student- well, actually just someone I haven't seen before. But I think she's new. At any rate, whatever her ability is, it had some sort of negative effect on my own ability."
Tristan anxiously fiddled with the ends of his sleeves, and the Professor didn't interrupt, knowing that he still had things to say. "I appeared to be related by distance- it was definitely worse when she walked up. As far as I can tell, she seemed to, er, multiply the surrounding probabilities, or at least alter my perception of them, or something."
He wasn't too sure himself. It had seemed like an eternity while it had been happening, but probably only lasted for no longer than a minute or two. Tristan had a few hunches on what it was that she was doing, but having never experienced anything like that before, he was going completely on guesswork.
The Professor's face looked impassive, his thoughts only percievable by the slight crease developing between his eyebrows. It was troubling to hear of.
((I'm still trying to decide what he should do. At any rate, Princess, is there anything you want to happen with Tasha? Like getting called in to see the Professor? And also, she came to the school as a completely certified student, right?))
James studied Tasha right back, except with more impudence. "A friend," he repeated back, his mouth twisting into a smirk, "You're telling me that you've hardly been here a day and you have a friend you're looking for? With all due disrespect, you don't strike me as a type of 'social butterfly'," James snorted, making flapping motions with his hands.
James had lazily followed Tasha to the food counter, trying to sniff out if she was testing him or something. No bother. James had the skill of following people around down to an art, practically. The goal was to not look like an over eager puppy told to heel. And at James stature, it was a peril always close at hand.
He was relatively sure that he had some form of dignity and self-consciousness when he sat himself on the counter. The cafeteria was finally thinning out, as students migrated from breakfast to their lockers. James traced the edge of the counter, the emotions connected with it displaying themselves in terms of recentness. Disgust, hunger- cafeteria fare.
"So, who's this 'friend' you're looking for?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Combat training. Okay, this might not be a complete waste. But regular classes? Eugh.
Erin had been kicked out of a lot of schools. She couldn't really remember a lot of them. Mostly because she couldn't give one whit about education. Schools- as she saw it- were outlets for destructive, flirting, and a melting pot of societies worst.
Rachel's shyness was baffling to Erin. She had finally drawn the girl into saying more than a single sentence, and then she went all pink cheeked and stuff. "Hm," Erin made a noncommittal noise, already bored. Maybe, being a mutant school and everything, they would do something interesting in science class, at least. That was where they got to use fire and stuff, right?
Erin swung her legs over the bed, all of the sudden itching to get out of the dorm room. "Yea, sure, fine. Breakfast sounds good."