Keisha grabbed the extra napkins from—was it Alex?--and swiped the rest of her clothes. “Thank you,” she said, and in sardonic humor added, “Yeah. But then again, everything's made in China these days. Who knows what kind of quality you're getting.” Keisha let Alex have her phone to give it a good wipe-down. “You good with electronics?” she asked. Reve was talking to her, his sister berating him for doing so. Juliet was pretty concerned with outward appearances and politeness, though, Keisha couldn't really blame her for it.
“No harm done, Mr. Reve,” she answered. “I'm a blunt person myself. Technically, I am blind. Any physical eye examination I would undergo would come out with the results that I cannot see. But that is because I do not use my eyes to interact visually with the world. It also means I therefore cannot see color...not even black or white. I used to be able to, so I know what it's like, but not anymore. I use my mind to see. I have an...awareness—so to speak—of my surroundings. It's spherical, so I have the same awareness below my feet as well as above me. It's useful actually; nobody has ever managed to pick my pocket or the like since my ability surfaced. It has it's downsides also, like I can't look at the sky and tell if it's sunny or not..but there are other ways of determining the weather. Also, it would be a bad idea to let me drive anything.” Keisha smiled a real smile slightly, touching the rim of her sunglasses lightly. “I only wear the glasses because it looks like I'm blind. Kinda creepy for some people. Nobody would notice otherwise.”
Juliet & Reve
"See? No harm done." Reve added, almost smug as he nodded. Juliet rolled her eyes, though it didn't bother Reve in the slightest. He was so behind used to Juliet's reprimands; besides, hardly anything bothered Reve anyways. If something did, then you really must of done something."Oh, 'Mr.Reve'? Everyone here is very formal. Shall I start being more formal?"
"Reve, you're talking to yourself again." Juliet sighed, before her green eyes darted to Ryker. So, the biker boy was a smart aśs. Exactly the type of guys she despised. Juliet could handle the quiet ones, like Sam or Jamie. Even Mr. Golden Boy Alex, but Ryker? "Oh, I'll show you smooth, buddy." She replied back. And just like her with Reve, he spoke up.
"Ju, do you have to become aggressive with everything? It's really unbecoming, you know." Reve explained with such sincerity, Juliet could only stare at him with an incredulous gaze. It gave Reve more time to speak."Don't mind here, Ryker. She thinks every guy is the spawn of Sàtan. Don't take it personally, monsieur." He patted his shoulder breezily, before standing up."So, about this tour? Lead the way, Rachel. This place is huge, I can only imagine all the rooms here!"
Rachel actually laughed a little. Everything was happening kind of fast, and she was amused to sit back and watch. She nodded slighty to Reve. "Alright, let's go then. And Ryker you're not going to find anything all that interesting without some serious knowledge on breaking and entering. Or unless you're a mind reader who can pick the codes out of someone's head." She ignored the glare she got from her uncle and headed for the elevator. "Come along, I'll show you the place from top to bottom."
She liked this group. She liked the way their thoughts flowed. It was easy enough to keep track of, without getting crowded. She figured it was how well they were interacting with each other that allowed that. She did catch herself checking out the boys in the group, attracted to both Ryker and Reve, although she realized she had no chance of dating whatsoever.
Jamie shook his head at all that was going on. He assumed he wasn't going to be making friends here. It just looked like he'd be the loner he usually ended up being in groups of teens. And as for the whole thing about dating, Jamie had never dated, and hadn't really wanted to either. He didn't like physical contact. Hand-holding was out. And anything beyond that unreachable.
Sam was sort of glad that Reve's attention on him didn't last very long, but then chided himself internally. You might as well try to make friends with these people. Or be a little nice. When Keisha's coffee spilled, he tried not to look guilty, but it seemed that trying to not worry didn't much help.
When Rachel stood in preparation to give them a tour of the facility, Sam slid some more napkins in Keisha's direction apologetically. "I'm sorry, that was probably my fault. Not intentionally, or course." He added, just in case the girl decided to bite his head off- which she certainly seemed a bit inclined to do.
He listened curiously to her description of her abilities. Unlike some of the others, it wasn't such a physical power. Sam couldn't even begin thinking how difficult it would be for her to read. Now, that would be harsh punishment.
“Not necessarily good with electronics,” Alex answered, handing her the dry phone after testing to make sure it worked. “I’m just kinda good at figuring out how to fix things. I’m told I inherited that from my dad,” he laughed, showing just a hint of bitterness at his own mention of his father.
He picked up one of the financial aid papers. Even if he didn’t qualify, it would be worth checking out. He and Natalia could definitely use more money; they weren’t what he’d consider “poor” but suffice it to say that much of their apartment was held together with duct tape and other D.I.Y. endeavors.
“Whoa,” he joked at hearing Reve’s comment about his sister. “Take it easy there. Not every guy is half devil. In fact, some of us have done nothing at all to bother anyone today. Am I right? I mean, what did I do?” he asked in mock offense to the rest of the room before his easygoing smile broke once again across his face.
He took another look at the kids in the room, reassessing them now that he’d been officially introduced to each. There were the siblings, Juliet and Reve, who he thought were entertaining at the very least. Keisha he already liked, along with Sam and Jamie, though both were quiet. Rachel and Ryker didn’t seem to be that shy to him, but neither spoke as much as he’d expected. Either way, they’d just signed up to be part of this crazy undercover superhero team, so they’d have to get along pretty soon, regardless of personalities.
“Who’s ready for a tour?” he asked, energetically standing.
As he waited for Rachel to lead the way, he turned to Sam. “So how exactly does your power work? I mean, if you spill someone’s coffee on them, does it mean that you don’t like something that they said or did, or does it just mean that you’re not in a good mood? I mean, no offense, I’m not trying to sound like a jerk, I’m just wondering, since we’ll have to work with each other and all.”
Juliet & Reve
"Oh, don't get me started on guys, Mr. Zac Efron." Juliet mumbled, yanking her puse up on her shoulder with a sigh. Why did Reve have to be so damñ curious about everything? Even now, he was already asking more questions.
"Good question, Alex." Reve nodded, before his green eyes flickered down to Juliet momentarily."Not Mr. Zac Efron." He added, furrowing his brows only slightly, before shrugging. Juliet was harmless. Well, usually. "If you get upset, could catastrophe struck suddenly? That would be very useful against Thanatos." He smiled fondly, thinking of defeating him by using simple "bad luck".
"I'll follow you, Rachel." Juliet then said, making her way towards the girl. An elevator sounded nice, by now. Some peace and quiet, especially since Reve wasn't in immediate danger. Unless biker boy decided to take his glasses off and give him the stare down, but if that happened, Juliet would make sure that was the last thing he ever did.
Ryker clucked his tongue at Juliet's snappish response, though he couldn't stop grinning. He stood and stretched at his own leisure, looking over at Reve.
"If you find me dead in the middle of the night...you know who did it." He grinned and gestured to his sister. "Then again, you can't kill the spawn of Satan, so I should be good."
He strolled over to the elevator, sending Rachel a smirk.
I'm pretty good at breaking and entering, if I do say so myself, he thought, enjoying his mental conversations with her. If he could read minds, he'd want everyone talking to him in their own silent way. So we'll just have to see, won't we?
"Let's get our tour on, shall we?" He stepped into the elevator, leaning against the back wall and crossing his arms.
Sam felt kind of uneasy answering questions about his ability. He figured it would take a lot of training to make him comfortable with what he could do. And it was also kind of embarrassing, the things that happened as a lack of control on his part. He looked down at the table, drawing his fingers across the surface for a moment.
"It's got to do with how I'm feeling, yes. And so far it just seems to affect things that are likelier to happen, depending on the variation of the mood." Sam fought to keep a grim look off his face- although Reve's questions brought to his mind a mental image of Thanatos being struck by lightning or something.
"Catastrophes do happen when I get upset," he said carefully, "But I haven't really learned to control it yet. "Fortune's fool", and everything." He tried smiling reassuringly, "But for now, whenever I'm worried or the like, it's coffees spilling, or chairs tipping over and milk souring, that sort of thing."
Sam recalled to mind a line from Macbeth- one of his personal favorites being universally known to some theaters as the unluckiest play to ever be performed. ""I live a charmed life"," he quoted.
Reve and Juliet
"Oh, you like Shakspeare?" Reve asked, his eyes lighting up at the quote. "I'm sure you can guess my favorite; 'A Midnight Summer's Dream'." He grinned widely, slightly chuckling. Okay, so the Sam guy was kind of quiet and jumpy, but Reve would probably be, too, if events practically depended on his mood."What's yours? I have a bunch of copies, which I should probably pack...some of them are in French though and I don't know of you could read that..."He began to muse to himself again, before his sister's voice snapped him out of his head.
"Reve, c'mon! I thought you wanted to see the place!" She called from the elevator, before crossing her arms and leaning on her hip, gazing at Ryker with eyes as flat as emeralds. Even the golden rings around the pupil was dulled."Hmph. I wouldn't test your luck, biker boy." She arched a brow, before Reve came leisurely beside her.
"Sorry, Ju. I was just talking to Sam about Shakespeare. Did you know he just quoted Macbeth to me?" He asked, as of this was the most interesting thing ever."Do you enjoy reading, Ryker? I find it a very enjoyable hobby." Reve nodded earnestly, and Juliet held back another eye roll."Oh, and Sam, c'mon!" He added, as if he forgot about him. It wouldn't surprise Juliet if he did; Reve's attention span was like a hummingbird's.
Alex listened to Sam’s answer, but ditched the conversation when it took a turn for Shakespeare. He joined the rest of the group in the elevator. “I’m still smarting from the ‘Zac Efron’ shot,” he joked to Juliet. “What gave me away, the show tunes I was singing on my way in?”
Honestly, he had no idea what the reference meant. Zac Efron was an actor right? Not that Alex knew much about his movies. He did, however, notice the guy’s face on lots of kids’ tee shirts.
Rolling her eyes as she waited for everyone, Rachel leeaned against the wall next to Ryker. 'There are 72 different codes to memorize to get into every locked place and item in this building ranging from 4 digits to 20. in a lot of cases you also need an access card, fingerprint, or the right voice with code phrase. I did find a way around it all but when my uncle caught me he fixed tbe hole. Now I have security access anyway so I don't need to break in. If you ask nicely I might just 'lose' my override drive.' Rachel told Ryker mentally.
Once everyone was on, she told Jamie to hit the button for the top floor. They rode up and Rachel stepped out. "Alright guys, this is the top floor where most or all of us will be living. There are apartments that way, and then there's a kitchen and a gameroom that way." She gestured in the respective directions. "I'm not gonna show you the apartments since they're all the same and you'll see them when you move in. I do want to show you the gameroom though. Oh! and Sam, I think you'll be pleased to know we have have a library stocked with books of all sorts just off the gameroom. It's not huge but it's got plenty to read and you're welcome to it."
It was an extremely pleasant surprise when Reve recognized Macbeth. It wasn't very difficult to believe, though, that the boy's favorite play was a Midsummer Night's Dream. However, keeping track of of a conversation with Reve was like trying to keep both eyes on a fly buzzing around the room.
Sam squeezed into the elevator along with the others, adjusting his hat as he stood next to Reve. It was amusing, hearing Reve talk to his sister, and Sam had a rather bemused look on his face.
"Macbeth," he said, in case Reve was still listening to him, "But maybe one of the Henrys even," his voice trailed off as the elevator came to a stop, and he looked around curiously. Everything still seemed a little surreal to him. It was sort of difficult to believe that he would be living in this place, with these people.
When Rachel mentioned a library, however, he brightened visibly. "Fantastic," he said, "I think my decision would've been that much easier if I would've known before," he said wryly.
Juliet & Reve
"I must admit, I prefer the comedies. And his sonnets. He did write some rather lovely sonnets, didn't he?" Reve continued his conversation with Sam dreamily, but couldn't help but get distracted as they reached the top floor. He eagerly exited the elevator, taking in everything with wide eyes.
"Are there curfews, Rachel?" He questioned, glancing back behind him."I'm afraid I suffer from insomnia, and if I was allowed to go to the library or wander around, it would help, rather than being trapped in my dorm room." He explained, especially if he was rooming with the Jamie kid. Reve hated watching people's nightmares; they were worse than any horror movie he had ever seen.
"Yeah. Right."Juliet mumbled back towards Alex. Ugh, the whole charming thing was a bore, too. At least Ryker was openly a smart asś, though that didn't make him any better. So far, her favorite was Sam, only because he could hold a conversation with Reve longer than ten seconds. She followed her older brother out of the elevator, enjoying some personal space.
"Please tell me we aren't going to have to continue going to school here..."Juliet then said, grimacing at the thought of more Calculus. "I mean, math and science and stuff isn't going to be too important if we're saving the world, right?"
That would be convenient, Ryker thought to Rachel, grinning.
To Reve, he shrugged. The fact that there was more than one guy here that read really-dead-guy stuff amused him. "I only read what my sisters tell me to read them...which means I know way too much about tween romances. It's not exactly Shakespeare."
Ryker followed the others out of the elevator, his hopes somewhat higher at the thought of a game room. Juliet's concern about school, however, did catch his attention.
"I concur with her." He jabbed his finger in her direction. "Which is shocking in and of itself...but that's beside the point. I highly doubt we'll stun this Thanatos guy with our prowess at the Pythagorean Theorum. Unless he's into that stuff."
“Don't sweat it,” Keisha said to Sam, taking the offered napkins on her way to the elevator, though she was sure she had more than enough. “It's just a pair of clothes. Easily replaced.” To Alex she said, “Sounds reasonable enough. I personally find computers and such good stuff. Unlike reading I can actually know what the things are trying to tell me!” Keisha said in grim humor, and in the side of her brain she made a note not to talk about Alex's father, he didn't sound very inclined to the subject. “Let's go on this tour.” Keisha slid into the back of the elevator behind most of the crowd.
Most of the conversation was rather trivial and Keisha merely listened to better understand the participants of this particular venture. Juliet needed an attitude check. Seriously, unless the girl absolutely was sure she wasn't signing the contract (which seemed probably anyway, though), she shouldn't be jeopardizing her relationships with the people she could very well be working with. Keisha mentally face-palmed for the girl's sake. Actually...more like controlling woman, than girl. Poor Reve, he didn't need two mothers...unless the other one was missing? Keisha shook her head from that particular train of thought. It wasn't important. Stop trying to psychoanalyze people. Gosh, girl.
Hearing Sam speak again about how his ability worked, Keisha turned her head slightly in his direction. If he could manipulate luck with his moods, then why was he dour all the time...or at the very least—not happy? Personally, Keisha thought Sam could use a good drink...or book. Whichever he preferred. Speaking of books...
“Do you have braille books in the library?” Keisha asked Rachel. "Or raised lettering?"
Alex raised his eyebrows excitedly at the mention of a gameroom. "What kind of things do you have in this gameroom? Because if there's an airhockey table or a foosball table, I defy any one of you to challenge me to a match. Speaking of things I'd gladly accept the challenge of, you did say there was a gym? I don't think I'd survive without something to channel my annoyingly endless energy into."
Not that Alex wasn't a good student, but he wasn't much for book learning either. He'd made it through high school with decent grades only because he'd had an older sister to keep on top of him. "I think Mr. Steel said it was cool if you guys didn't want to continue your studies. At least, I think he said that. I wasn't really listening to that part," he openly admitted.
Starting for the game room, Rachel tried to keep up with all the questions. It was a little difficult, but she was slowly getting into the flow of things. "Alex is right, Uncle Allen did say it. You can put school on hold completely, and it's totally legal. And actually if this is all successful, you'll be financially supported for the rest of your life. Not to say you'd be rich or anything- you'd still need a job for most luxuries- but you could go to college free, and get any job you want through our connections."
You'd still need to figure out some access codes. She told Ryker.
"Keisha, we do have some braille books, but my uncle and I were talking about your, er, special needs. We're probably going to give you a special tablet with your schedule and everything, and give you whatever books you request on it." Rachel explained to Keisha. "It is easier to read on electronic devices, right? Otherwise we can get you something with audio..."
She bit her lip, stopping outside the double doors. Next to them was a sign that clearly read 'Gameroom'. "Alex, there's pretty much everything you can ask for in a game room." She opened the doors and the room came into view. Sure enough, the huge room was pretty well stocked. There was a pool table, air-hockey table, Foosball table, table tennis, and even a pinball machine. Lined against one wall was 4 TVs, along with almost any game console you could think of, from the old Sega to the latest Xbox. It was all there. A huge cabinet full of games was over in the corner. There was also a mini-fridge stocked with sodas and juice, a coffee machine, and a cabinet full of random junk food and snacks. One whole wall was nothing but windows gazing out at the city. There was another set of double doors into the library, which was pretty big actually. Scattered about the room were couches, chairs, and beanbag chairs. Rachel looked at the others to see their reaction to the place.
Out of all Shakespeare's works, Sam actually liked his sonnets the least- Or anything written in iambic pentameter, at any rate. He wasn't going to say that to Reve though, and coming into the gameroom was distraction enough.
Books may have been his favorite, but he was still human, and the games did hold an appeal. He peeled away from the group and drifted off a little ways- all that interaction, it was pretty draining stuff for a person who's social life didn't extend much beyond a bookstore.
It was difficult to imagine himself really getting to know any of these people, really. But he supposed things would end up taking care of themselves. In his slight wanderings, Sam found himself standing by the windows that looked out over the city.
Access codes. Ryker could definitely do some access codes.
"Gameroom. Gym...I like this place." Ryker crossed his arms, looking over at the boy named Alex. He let out a sly grin. "And I'll take you up on some airhockey. Don't know about foosball, but airhockey I can do."
His eyes scanned the room, even as his mind went into overdrive. This place had a lot, and even though Ryker was wishing they'd contacted him sooner - say, sophomore year, before he had to take any hard classes - he was glad he had something now. With no job and no universities accepting him due to his record...well, Ryker had been needing something to make him feel useful.
And this might just be it.
Hopefully I'll survive the girls, he thought, his eyes glancing over snappy Juliet, mind-reading Rachel - seriously, how was he supposed to do anything without her knowing? - and blind-but-not-blind Keisha, who could probably catch him doing just about anything with her X-Ray vision, including breaking into places he shouldn't, after he aquired those access codes Rahcel kept mentioning.
Right. Survival from them, at this point, seemed less likely than his chances of coming out alive after strolling into Thantatos's lair.
Juliet & Reve
Yes. Finally so tangible good out of this. Juliet thought to herself, not really caring if Rachel was listening in. The girl could listen in to her all she wanted. Juliet had nothing to hide. Especially as she examined the game room with a guarded curiosity. So much for not having enough 'funds... She wrinkled her nose as Ryker challenged Alex to a game of something. Typical.
"So I'm assuming we don't have curfew...?" Reve asked, tilting his head like a lost puppy dog. Games held no interest to him; the only thing that held his attention was a good book or a nice long hard run."Amazing view, by the way." He added, staring at it with bright eyes."Ju, you can even see the Statue of Liberty from here!" Reve exclaimed, which only made her smile slightly. It never took much to impress Reve...She didn't dare to approach the windows though. Heights scared the wits out of her.
"Are the three of us girls rooming together?" She then asked Rachel, arching a brow. She wondered exactly how well she would get along with mind reading Rachel always in her mind and coffee loving Keisha. Especially since she was the "spit fire" of the group...