"Well, seems like you've already figured it out," Michael consented, feeling a bit irritated that she had realized it so easily. "I can control people's thoughts, to a certain extent. But since you've discovered it, it's nearly impossible for me to use. I could maybe, I dunno, get you to shift your weight? Or blink twice? But nothing more than that. So tell me about this smoke."
Rachel nodded and looked at the floor, "Oh. Well, when I sing, um, black smoke comes out of my mouth. It doesn't hurt me, but if anyone is in it's range, then it cuts them where it touches and will strangle the person if it gets the chance."
Michael's eyes grew wide. "Wow, and here I was thinking I was a freak..." He caught his mistake after a second and quickly remedied, "Whoops, I mean...I'm kind of glad there's someone out there like me, you know? Someone who's different...who's not always accepted. You can imagine the friends I've lost when they figure out I can control minds, and they stop trusting me altogether."
Rachel twitched a little bit at the word "freak". It was a sore spot for her. "They stop trusting you... at least they aren't dead." Rachel's head hung. She had never told anyone this before, not only what she could do, but that she had killed someone before. "My little sister. First time I sang and she was the clostest to me."
"Woah," Michael said without thinking. "God, I'm sorry. I...I hadn't considered...God..." Michael had no idea what to say. He had lived in a small town, and hadn't experienced the death of a loved one. Especially now that he was a loner, he was having trouble understanding people. He tried putting his hand on her shoulder, hoping it might be comforting...or something..
Rachel flinched away from his hands, unused to anything of the sort. "Um, so why are you here?" This was unusual for Rachel, ussualy she would shy away from anyone, and she would never ask them a question.
"I could ask you the same thing," Michael stalled. He was wondering if he could trust this girl, since he wouldn't be able to use mind control and she had that powerful smoke thing she could threaten him with, but...she was like him, so maybe she'd understand. "I'm on the run..from slave traders. That's why I didn't want you to tell anyone I was here..and why I needed the food."
Rachel flinched at his words, "Slave traders... I hope they weren't dealing with my father. I'm sorry, they are... bad." Rachel didn't look him in the face. She didn't really want to tell him, she didn't trust him and had already told him too much. /with a deep breath, she said, "I'm here cause of my family. After I k-... after my sister's death, I was always blamed for anthing that went wrong that I had even touched. I come out here and sing when I can to release."
"Well, sorry for interrupting," Michael apologized, a little sheepishly. All his self-confidence, his pride in his power was gone. Now he was just an intrusive little brat who almost stole from a girl whose life was already tragic. "Hey, if there's anything I can do...you know, to help to. To make up for trying to steal from you...or whatever Maybe I could get some storekeeper to give you some free food, that's not too much of a stretch for me."
"No, no it's fine." Rachel said these words mechanicaly, as if she had been taught them from a small age. "I don't believe I can help you, but I might be able to get you some food, and sleep for the night." Rachel thought about it for a second. "It would be better for you to come at sundown, I'll come back at the end of the day."
"I'll just stay here, if that's alright. Not like I have anywhere else to be.." Obviously the girl didn't want his help, and he really didn't blame her. He was forced to trust her, since she could kill him at any minute, but she didn't need to do the same. "I take it you're pretty sure no one comes here?"
((Sorry, semi finals for vollyball last night, I got back at 11))
Rachel nodded, "no one ever comes or came here... at least not before you." She stood up and went out of the room. She came back a minute later with a small handbag. "I'll be back at dust, feel free to eat the food in the other room." Rachel left, headed for home.
((its fine, i wasn't on much last night either. I probably wont be on after 4 today, might get home tomorrow morning))
Michael nodded, "Ok, thanks. I really appreciate you helping me." He waved after her, and went right into the room with the food. He almost felt bad about taking it, but then he remembered the smoke. Sure, the girl hadn't meant it, but it was her fault he was injured, and he would need food to recover. He grabbed a small portion of the food and headed to the well, slowly taking bites of it. He definitely couldn't afford getting sick.
Rachel went home to find thankfuly no one was up yet. She quickly got ready for the day, and it passed in a blur. Soon it was dusk and she relized she had to go and get him, she didn't even know his name ((I forgot and am too lazy to go see if he told her his name....)). Rachel sighed and snuck out while everyone was getting ready for bed. Soon she was back at the abandoned building. She stood outside for a second, could she really trust him?
((Sorry for not being on much lately. Homework like all week and I got sick of it.))
((its fine, you're still probably on more than me))
Michael felt a lot better after getting some water and food in him. He was more confident of his strength now, and even his power might be more effective. He had never gone that long without nourishment, and he hoped to never go that long again. It didn't even seem as crucial anymore that the girl return with food, now that the edge had been taken off his hunger and he felt powerful enough to steal his own. Still, he felt excited when he heard footsteps outside the building, but he didn't know if it was her. It could just as easily be slave traders.
Feeling that there was only one mind outside the building, he tried to strongly implant a command in their mind: Put your hands up. He walked to the outside of the building to see who it was and if his mental suggestion had worked.
((Haha, thats just because I use teenink as an excuse to get away from homework (not that I'm doing that right now your anything...) And I was appoligiseing because sometimes when I have the time, I'll get on and only post on a couple roleplays, not all of them.))
Rachel took a breath looking at the old building. It was crumbling in parts and seemed to be falling apart. It was beautiful to Rachel who was used to fine things and something broken would be thrown away. Put your hands up. Rachel did, turning around as if her subconsious had alerted her to someone unfriendly behind her. Instead she saw Michael. Her mouth opened, and she spluttered, "You-you, h-how could you?!" Forceing her hands down se stormed inside the building and shut her door, not locking it and didn't check to see if he had followed. She had dropped the food right outside of her door.
((lol i do the same, sometimes it takes way too long to go through all of them))
Michael groaned in remorse, following Rachel up to the room, ignoring the food, and knocking on the door lightly. "Come on, you know I had to do that. I'm on the run from slave traders, and unlike you, I can't use my power in combat. Please understand." His voice became more and more pleading. He had found an instant connection with this girl, the only person he'd found who understood what it was like to be as different as he was.
(( (I hate that acward moment when you feel like you should say something in responce but don't know what and end up saying nothing...) ))
Rachel sighed, she understood and didn't want to. She wanted to be mad at him. But if she stayed mad at him, he would become mad at her wouldn't he? Rachel stood up and went to the door opening it. She glance at his eyes then looked away. Why did she understand him so well? "We better get moving if we are to get into my house before they lock the gates."
((XD ikr! i kinda like convo on the side of RP's tho, so..))
"Wait, get into your house?" Michael repeated nervously. "You don't have to do that, I can stay here. I don't want to get you in more trouble than you'll already be for the food." She was glad she had forgot about being mad at him for the mind control. Michael resolved to not use it again unless it was a matter of life or death.
((Convo? Sorry bad with abbreviations, is that conversation?))
Rachel shook her head, "You need shelter, the house is dangerous, I've almost had it fall on my head before. And... um, it'd be great if no one in my house knew about this." Rachel went to the door of the building and looked back at Michael, "Are you coming?"