Camisa Negra

Abandon, hitherto MIA, was back in town. This was not his own doing; no, his insufferable father had tracked him down (yet again, the tenacious bastard) and had coerced him (on behalf of his mother, that smothering woman) to reenter the student body. One of these years, this tactic wouldn't work. Technically, he was an adult in the eyes of the law and they shouldn't be able to touch him.

However, since his father (may his soul rot in Hell for eternity) had fixed the eyes of the law firmly on Alex, the boy knew that he couldn't pursue his goals just yet. Let them think he was going to behave... Once he was sure that they were no longer having him followed and other BS like that, he would make his escape.

Without Erin, Foresta was a prison. As some Shakespearean moron had said, he'd rather live in a nutshell.

Regardless of curfews and the eyes on his behavior, Alex couldn't clean up his act all at once. It went against his nature to be compliant and quiet. Besides, his father might get suspicious if Alex didn't do SOMETHING. Not that Alex cared, but he had to get out of the school.

Out at the port, he could engage in at least one of his favorite activities; power training. However, he held himself back here. Despite the cover of night, he knew there could be other people out there. Even if he felt very comfortable with his powers, it would be stupid to let anyone know how strong they were.

Dressed in the usual: black t-shirt just tight enough to show off his well-muscled frame, dark blue jeans, a couple belts criss-crossed around his hips, pendant of ice (in the shape of a dragon), and biker boots, the nineteen-year-old jumped off the pier and landed on the surface of the water.

He walked out farther away from the boats. Between the gloom of night and the murkiness of the water, one couldn't see into the depths. It added a flair of danger to the situation (though only superficially; Alexander had no notion of the word). Between the dark waters and the overcast sky, the light was limited to that which shone from the docks and from the village behind them.

It was there that he began to relax. He called up thin jets of water no thicker than threads to rise into the air around him. Closing his eyes, he wove them together. From a distance, it would look as though the air around him were filled with strange lights (the lights from the docks caught strangely in the water-threads). The entire scene would probably look very surreal to a bystander. A well-built individual with hair as white as paper and skin almost as pale standing on water in the midst of strange glints of light... well, if Alex had known, he would have disapproved of a percieved lack of strength to the scene. If there was anything Alex despised as much as being trapped, it was weakness.

Months had gone by without her noticing anything. Sleep was finally coming back to her, her headaches were less frequent and yet she still felt so... misplaced. Clara provided some comfort, a touch of home in this brick building, and she was grateful for it. There was just so much missing now.

Placing a sign on the door reading Be Back Later, she gave a little shrug to the world and wrapped her shawl around her shoulders. The world was getting chillier, and she still didn't feel completely safe outside. Still, she was brave enough to venture outside alone now. Her legs carried her toward the door in her little black heels, her hair in a cluster of soft curls. The dress she wore wasn't glamorous; a simple red dress that fell to her knees, strapless and shoulder-bearing, something she hadn't worn in quite a long time.

Where was she going? She didn't really know. All she knew was she could not stay in that school any longer. Staying in that room, night after night, day after day, she was beginning to feel as if she were a zombie with no life. Amorina sighed as she began walking towards the small docks, her heels clicking with each step. There was only one person she would have loved to see right now, only one man who could make her smile, who had actually cared about her. Thinking about him now made her look around, almost hopeful.

Amy walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, her eyes barely lifting from the water below her. It wasn't until something glimmered that she looked up, automatically confused. She could see something in the distance, something not made by any normal human. Since she was not aware of any teacher with these power, she huffed a tad and placed her hand on her knee, flexing her fingers. She was not sure if she could reach whoever it was, but she would try. Closing her eyes, she let her gift seep from her, directed at the individual in the water. Only one thing crossed her mind at this time.

I hope he can swim...