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Post by emily on Mar 22, 2008 5:58:21 GMT -5
It was Dean's first day at Foresta Academy and he was still feeling pretty good. Strolling along the campus he seemed fairly proud of himself. His chin was high up in the air and his chest was puffed out proudly- it didn't seem like he had recently experienced a trauma. He woke up in a good mood and he refused to let that get away from him. This didn't stop Dean from his own random thoughts which lead to often crazy mood swings. If someone were to just follow him around on his walk around the campus, and he truly was talking a walk along the whole campus, they would notice that his mood just wouldn't stay the same for more than five minutes. He was certainly an unpredictable, kind of goofy guy. One mood swing, which was particularly weird, made him want to suddenly see what he thought would be the most mysterious part of the campus. When New then came across the campus map he realized the forest would obviously be the most mysterious but talked himself out of it as going to the forest would be boring. The Lake? Nah. The Green House? Closer. After a few more tries at various locations of the campus that New was convinced that the only even vaguely mysterious location on campus was the freaking Rose Garden. "How pathetic," He voiced sighing loudly as though he should be getting an apology as he kicked a rock out of the way and walked to the Rose Garden soundlessly. Once there he wasted no time to look at the roses then promptly get bored again. "Roses shmoses..."
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Post by jayna on Mar 22, 2008 6:27:17 GMT -5
Alice pulled Beatrice along as though the older girl was just a rag doll. Beatrice sighed and pushed some of the hair out of her eyes, looking at her with a look that was a mixture of annoyance and confusion. “Come on,” Alice urged her forward seriously, refusing to take any sort of no for an answer. Although Beatrice didn’t seem keen on fighting anyway. She was tired, she hadn’t slept in two days, Bobby wasn’t here, so no. Beatrice did not feel like fighting the eleven year old her pedophile brother had loved. Beatrice frowned, feeling the unidentified emotion that was guilt bite her for calling her brother a pedophile. He wasn’t, she knew that.
“WHY do you want to go to the Rose Garden so bad? You’ve seen roses before, why can’t we go to the library or something?” Suddenly Beatrice stopped just a few feet away from the entrance and yanked her arm out of Alice’s grasp. “You know what? No. I’m going to the library. You’re not a baby, go to the Rose Garden by yourself.”
Alice was filled with a random sense of panic. She couldn’t go by herself because there was no point in going by herself! Beatrice had to meet someone there. She had tried telling her that before, but Beatrice never listened to her. It must have gone in one ear and out the other. Pulling a face only a girl her age could manage, Alice grabbed both of Beatrice’s hands and looked up at her square in the eye. A fuzzy picture of her standing next to someone appeared, but she couldn’t make out who it was. But that just proved it, Beatrice had to go meet someone. “Please?” She asked in a clear voice, knowing how much whining made Beatrice angry. “Just for a little bit, then we can camp out in the library.” Her voice quickly changed to a child-like squeal. “Sleep over!” Beatrice watched her silently, knowing full well what Alice was doing but feeling too tired to do anything about it. Without answering her she grabbed her hands away again and walked through the entrance to the garden. The scent of flowers hit her immediately and she zoned out, resisted the urge to run around sniffing all of them.
“So it’s you!” Beatrice looked up to see that Alice had run past her and was now holding hands with a complete stranger, beaming up at him as though he were a long lost friend. “I knew you’d be here, Beatrice didn’t believe me, but I was right. Hi I’m Alice.”
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Post by emily on Mar 22, 2008 6:38:53 GMT -5
Dean stared at her stupidly for a few seconds. Suddenly he wished he had a toothpick. A toothpick would make this moment far more cool than it really was. "Pleasure, I'm New," he introduced as thought it were the most natural thing in the world. He couldn't really remember where the nickname was coined it but it was a long time ago in an act of random stupidity. "Who-?" He was going to ask who Beatrice was, as he hadn't even looked up yet when he noticed another girl who must have been her. With a kind of pathetic, toothy grin he nodded his head toward the 8 year old or however old she was, Dean never was very good at estimating age, and waltzed right to Beatrice. Pushing his hair out of his face first, mostly because he knew he would be kind of sweaty and gross from wandering around all day in the spring time, he stared at Beatrice from really close. He clearly had no real personal boundaries as he took her hand first like he was going to hold it then changed his position so that he was shaking her hand. "New, yeah?"
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Post by jayna on Mar 22, 2008 7:14:42 GMT -5
“Pleasure,” Alice replied, still smiling up at him. Beatrice watched as her eyes became blank for about a millisecond before she was back to her usual expression. That’s always interesting to watch, she thought with a smirk, wondering what Alice had seen. She glared at the guy, finding him annoying. Yeah he was new, so what? It’s not like he was the only one. Most people introduced themselves with their name.
When he walked up to her and grabbed her hand her face paled a bit and she jumped, taking a wobbly step back. Her expression changed from boredom to embarrassment and outrage. What the-…who the hell did this guy think he was? Normally Beatrice would have started yelling immediately, but she wasn’t feeling as combative today. Two days without sleep tend to have that affect. Instead she settled for making her arm go limp and then pulling it away from him, in her own defiant way of refusing to shake his hand. “It’s none of your business,” she growled, her voice sounding more irritated then it usually did. She threw a disgusted look at her hand in his then switched it to him. “Did it ever occur to you that people might not want to touch your sweaty hands? Let go, god knows where those have been.”
A few feet away Alice laughed nervously. He did not make a good impression…well hardly anyone made a good impression with Beatrice, but this guy somehow managed to make it to her hate list almost immediately. Or so Alice assumed, she hadn’t seen Beatrice meet anyone new really. They didn’t exactly have a booming social life at the lab. Thinking only of quick intervention, Alice half skipped, half sprinted over to the two and held her hands out as though presenting something to them. “Dean, this is Beatrice. Beatrice this is Dean.” She gave a coy smile and raised an eyebrow at Dean, trying to think of the best way to bait him. “Beatrice has wanted to meet you for hours.” A small lie, Alice had wanted to introduce the two for hours, but it was all the same.
“Why would I want to mee-“ Beatrice started to protest but was interrupted by Alice jumping up and clapping her hands in her face. She gave the younger girl a look that, if translated, clearly stated ‘What the hell?’
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Post by emily on Mar 22, 2008 14:20:37 GMT -5
He coughed, for a few minutes he forgot he was in a GIFTED school here. Trying not to let himself glare at Alice, she seemed like a sweet girl and he didn't want her to hate him, he cleared his throat. "My name is New," He said, his eyes locking onto Beatrice's. She recoiled her hand but he wasn't going to have that for any longer than he could help it. He had a feeling she's important, or will be at any rate. Smiling his toothy, dorky grin he was suddenly more excited than he could possibly describe. "Oh so she wanted to meet me?" He asked, his confidence suddenly soaring as his toothy grin turned into something of a sideways smirk that only made him look like a bigger dork. He figured Alice was a telepath of some sort and assumed Beatrice had a similar power- nothing else really made sense for what they knew. Ignoring Alice, not on purpose though as he simply forgot he was there in a fit of obsession over Beatrice, he took a step toward her again totally disregarding social barriers. "What can you do?" He asked as he reached his hand up to her cheek, "I can make you feel any emotion you want," he lied, really he could only do calming and that's assuming she can even feel that. Dean didn't want to admit it, but he is pretty much a failure at controlling his powers. Arrogantly sliding his index finger down her cheek and to the base of her neck he chuckled as though he knew what he was doing.
He really didn't but he was was overjoyed when he felt himself getting more calm. He figured that meant his power was actually WORKING today. Incredible, this girl really is special. Keeping his hand on her neck, figuring she would push him off her anyway, he turned to Alice and winked at her. He figured she knew more than he did and he realized that she was actually helping him. Dean was never one to fight what he figured was probably going to be his fate anyway- perhaps the impulsive side of Dean helped him in that respect. "You're some kind of telepath, no?" he asked unaware of the mild, almost unnoticeable blush that was flowering on his face and the back of his neck.
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Post by jayna on Mar 23, 2008 1:51:15 GMT -5
New? So his name was New…? It was official, Beatrice dubbed this kid as the first retard of Foresta Academy. What kind of name was ‘New’? “Your name isn’t New. That’s not even a name, your name is Dean.” With a stubborn glaze to her eyes she looked away and glared at the floor. “You probably thought New up in some seizure of stupidity.” Alice sighed at Beatrice, but making any other move to intervene might backfire on her in some weird way. They were on their own now she guessed. By this time Alice had easily figured out why the two just had to meet, and now she was feeling pretty proud of herself. This could be considered her good deed of the day. She smiled at nothing and watched the two of them quietly. They did look kind of cute together, although Beatrice kind of looked like a deer in headlights. Then in a rather amazing transformation she looked like a cat being stroked the wrong way as Dean touched first her face then her neck.
As it was, Beatrice had been about to try to slap Dean when he suddenly touched her. Her mouth opened to say something, but she forgot what it was as some random calm feeling overtook her. This clashed horribly with her anger just seconds ago and now Beatrice was confused. “I’m not a telepath…” she mumbled, trying to lean away from him while at the same time not falling backwards. She was definitely feeling calm now…and at the same time irritated. But she wasn’t irritated, she was calm. It was confusing… without really thinking about the consequences of what she was about to do, Beatrice closed her eyes and then her whole form seemed to flickerbefore she disappeared altogether. She’s not over here. She’s over there. Seconds later Beatrice did reappear just a few feet away, looking confused, lost and annoyed all at once. She was also considerably paler then she had been just a while ago. Her head hurt and she was having trouble breathing. What had she been doing again? Her eyes fell on Alice and she suddenly remembered why she was here. “Alice are you done yet?” She gave Dean a disapproving glance before looking back at Alice. “Hurry up with your friend and let’s go.”
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Post by emily on Mar 23, 2008 2:32:12 GMT -5
Dean stared at her stupidly. "Weren't you just over here?" She teleports? Oh that makes sense. As though nothing had happened he blew right past Alice and walked right up to Beatrice. He didn't get her power at all, Dean was never one to be terribly bright but he was pretty sure she was just over there. What the hell? How come she wasn't talking about his retarded nickname? Furthermore she did leave on a strange note. Perhaps he accidentally sent her the wrong emotion? "Shit I'm sorry," Dean said talking a step toward her, he figured that perhaps he sent her some nervous. He was feeling nervous in retrospect and perhaps it just freaked her out. That makes sense. He didn't want to make her freak out or anything. Dean didn't realize it but now matching the faint blush on the back of his neck and the even fainter blush on his cheeks was now a slight pout. He actually looked sincerely apologetic as he took another step toward Beatrice. "Look I didn't mean to make you nervous," he said on a sudden mood swing. "I'm a little bit out of practice, I just meant to calm you down." He explained, he didn't get that she had no clue who he was now.
"Let me start over?" He asked as he took a final step toward her. Now he was just a half foot away from her and was wearing a pathetically adorable, nervous sort of grin. He didn't know what weird feeling was taking over, he wanted to spread it. "Look I can do this," he stressed as he took her hand and just concentrated on sending her the warm, fuzzy feeling he was experiencing at that moment but couldn't actually describe.
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Post by jayna on Mar 23, 2008 4:06:31 GMT -5
Alice looked at Dean and Beatrice in mild alarm. She had this thought that Beatrice might suddenly attack Dean for whatever reason, since she apparently disliked him enough to erase all of her memories of him. All three minutes of them…Alice scratched her head and rolled her eyes, looking like a mother stuck at home with two unruly children. These two would take forever and it wasn’t like she’d always be around to make sure one or the other didn’t mess things up. “Ah Beatrice, this is Dean. Dean, this is Beatrice.” Déjà vu…her introduction definitely lacked the enthusiasm she’d had earlier. She meant to tell Dean what had happened, but of course he had already started walking towards her apologizing. Alice felt like she was watching a tragic scene in a soap opera that just wouldn’t get better, no matter how many heart surgeries and thingamabob bypasses Lorenzo had, he wouldn’t wake up from that coma.
“Dean?” Beatrice tried to look at Alice, but her eyes kept wandering back over to look at Dean. As per usual, her expression shifted instantly to a small scowl as he kept walking closer to her. What the hell was this guy on? “What are you talking about? Stop being weird,” with every step closer he took, she started trying to take tiny baby steps back. “Do wha-“Beatrice stopped and looked down at her hand blankly. Just like guilt, this was another identified feeling she hadn’t encountered before. It was warm…and fuzzy…Beatrice didn’t think she liked it. It was too weird, different. It was as if everything froze for a few seconds before she wrestled her hand away from his and hugged it as though he had burned her. “Don’t do…that! Whatever that was.”
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Post by emily on Mar 23, 2008 4:16:06 GMT -5
Something Beatrice just said sparked Dean's maturity- or lack there of. The nine year old that was hiding just beneath his twelve year old exterior was just itching to come out. "Do what?" he asked daring her to do something. Ignoring Alice, and not even realizing that he was introduced again he grinned impishly and grabbed her hand while laughing a little bit under his breath. He was overjoyed, honestly he was high on whatever he was feeling and even if she didn't want it he wanted her to be high on that emotion too damn it. It wasn't calm, he knew that, but he was convinced he also wasn't bad. It must be good, something that energized him but didn't disappoint must be something that's good. Quickly taking a step toward her he simultaneously said, in the most debonair way he could manage without just falling over and laughing hysterically, "Oh you don't want me doing this." He then grabbed her hand again and, just to up the intensity of the feeling, grabbed her other hand with his free hand. "What feeling could you be talking about?" He asked daringly, he had a goofy grin plastered on his face- obviously he didn't realize what he was doing. Though as the feeling continued it suddenly got even a little too much for him. For some reason he suddenly wanted to get really close to her. Fighting himself, he quite suddenly tried to calm himself down. Maybe that feeling is bad he realized when the back of his neck was burning- worse yet he had been staring at Beatrice for the last thirty seconds quite intensely. "Why do you act like you can't remember me?" he asked, suddenly the act ended and he sounded somewhat serious. So serious that he didn't even think to correct Alice, his name is New not Dean.
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Post by jayna on Mar 23, 2008 14:03:59 GMT -5
Missing the undertones behind the question, Beatrice rolled her eyes and relaxed a bit. That had been kind of creepy...surreal almost. It was like she was being forced to feel some emotion completely opposite of what she usually felt. Of course this is exactly what happened, but Beatrice hadn’t quite caught on to what his power was yet. This is mostly because she hadn’t really been listening to him when he mentioned it before. Not even seconds after the she opened her mouth to give a stumbled, confused explanation of what she didn’t want him to do he had grabbed her hand and started doing…that again. Just like last time she tensed up and tried to fight it, her face going blank as she tried to figure out exactly what was happening. It was like all of her emotions were clashing…horribly. She was annoyed, tired, her head hurt and nothing was going right today. Then out of the blue this…she decided it was a euphoric feeling. Whatever it was it was completely opposite from everything. Her ears started to turn a very light shade of pink and she looked up, making the mistake of making direct eye contact with Dean. Immediately there was this burning feeling, as though looking at him was…almost embarrassing? She couldn’t tell. It’s not like this was a normal daily occurrence.
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Post by emily on Mar 23, 2008 14:29:53 GMT -5
If only Erin were here, then she would have a name for whatever feeling he was spreading. It wasn't stopping and though first it was freaking him out at that moment, after he just succumbed to it, he kind of liked it. Actually he really liked it. In fact Dean just didn't want it to stop. "How come you appeared here?" He asked suddenly, his questions wouldn't ebb and he didn't want them too. For some reason he wanted to know everything about Beatrice. "Do you have a last name?" He asked, if he was going to tell people about her obsessively he'd need a last name- that made sense. For some reason, for her, his powers of empathy didn't work at all and he really didn't understand why when he was able to transfer emotions so well. He was convinced, for at least a second, that he had sent her the calming feeling and that she just freaked out anyway. He gave her a large toothy grin for a few seconds- ultimately he looked pleased with himself. Of course she already likes him, he assumed, she's probably going to be all over him.
Might as well jump on the bandwagon while it's moving, he thought while his confidence was soaring even higher than before. "I know you like me," he stated proudly, his chest was slightly puffed out like a proud squirrel. Then in a fit of ADD, Dean turned to Alice. "So is she your little sister or something?" he asked as though the score was already settled. If asked, he probably would have already forgotten what he said just twenty seconds ago.
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Post by jayna on Mar 24, 2008 2:20:20 GMT -5
Alice raised an eyebrow at something she had never seen. She watched in mild amazement as Beatrice kept her head lowered, apparently avoiding Dean’s gaze. From what she could see, her eyes looked…not really shocked as much as she looked like she was fighting some epic inner battle in her mind. Whatever Dean was doing, it was enough to make Beatrice to become speechless. Alice kind of wanted to applaud. He must be powerful.
I didn’t appear anywhere. I don’t have a last name, my first one is enough…Beatrice answered his questions almost angrily, but somehow couldn’t get the actual words to come out of her mouth. She felt kind of helpless as he continued on to say that she liked him. She should be angry at that. She should be livid, ripping his ear off and making sure he knew his place. But something wasn’t right. She wasn’t angry…she was…there was a feeling of another smaller hand grabbing her hands and forcing them away from Dean’s. It left a tingly feeling, the same kind that comes when your hand falls asleep and it feels like you don’t even have a hand anymore.
It was getting to be just a bit too much for Alice. Seeing Beatrice completely dumbfounded was kind of fun, but at some point intervention was necessary. This could go on all day if she let it, and by then Beatrice might end up passing out. Without moving from where she was standing, Alice glanced at their hands clasped together and ‘told’ them to break apart. There was a two second delay before Beatrice’s hands fell to her side limply after having been freed. “No, I’m not her sister,” she smiled at Dean brightly. “And before she-…just she doesn’t remember you. So just start over and you should be fine. She won’t be able to do that again for a while.”
“Don’t ever touch me again!” Beatrice had immediately straightened up and recoiled as if Dean were poisonous. Her voice was back to normal anyway. “Don’t even come near me. I don’t know you, I don’t like you and you are NOT worth my time. Come on Alice.” She started to turn away to leave but Alice stood in place, looking at Beatrice calmly.
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Post by emily on Mar 24, 2008 3:29:31 GMT -5
When she let go, it was almost as though his feelings were magnified. This seemed weird to him as they should have gotten a little less intense by letting go of her. It took him a few seconds, well after Beatrice had already returned to normal, for him to return his hands to a regular position. They were still in posed as though he were holding her hands. He could almost feel her hands. "Cold hands," He commented shrugging as he looked at her intensely before breaking into a sheepish grin. Wordlessly Dean turned to Alice, he figured she wouldn't be going anywhere but suddenly her importance was becoming more obvious to Dean. How are they connected. He didn't need much to know that this was the girl he would spend the rest of his high school career chasing. She's pretty- pretty insane. He likes them crazy.
He wasn't listening to her. His eyes were glazed over and he was in his own world. Honestly, for a second he imagined what it would be like to drag her to a bench and kiss her senseless. It felt pretty good. "I like you too, don't worry." He said obviously still in La-La Land as what she said wasn't catching on at all. Without thinking about any of the repercussions, per usual, he leaned forward for no other reason but to be closer to Beatrice. It felt like his brain would explode if he wasn't near her, especially at that moment. He didn't want to touch her again, or he should say, he did want to touch her but didn't want her to back off again- but he needed her to be close enough so that if she tried to leave she could hang onto her and refuse to let go. Snapping out of La-La Land for a second, he gave her a sort of intense-mildly dreamy smile that perhaps even had strangely determined undertones. Still her words hadn't reached her, chances are they weren't going to reach him at all. "I'm sorry were you saying something?" he said finally looking sincerely interested in her- talk about delayed reaction.
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Post by jayna on Mar 24, 2008 4:48:57 GMT -5
Beatrice hated this guy. He pissed her off to no end. Glaring at Alice as if all of this wouldn’t be happening if she hadn’t made he come here, she tried not to think about what that thing was. Whatever his powers were, they messed up her mind. It had been…not horrible, but confusing. She imagined what it would be like to punch him and knock him out cold. It felt pretty good. It was only when he leaned towards her that she started, making some weird attempt to jump away. Alice looked on blankly for a moment before scratching her head and walking over to sit on one of the benches, not seeming to care about Beatrice stumbling over and landing on the floor with a loud thud. This was Dean’s call, she could let him handle it. Instead she opted for cooing at the flowers lovingly. “These flowers are so pretty…”
“You jerk!” Beatrice screamed at Dean, suddenly looking very small as she fumed on the ground. “I was saying that you’re a jerk, you’re not worth my time and if you ever touch me again I’ll make it twist your hands backwards, understood?” She curled her legs and hugged her knees, looking as though she had no intention of getting up. She was tired…maybe if she sat there long enough he’d go away? No, even she knew not to hope for the impossible.
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Post by emily on Mar 24, 2008 14:53:52 GMT -5
This probably should have deterred him, but Dean already decided how she felt about him. He was convinced she wanted to everything but to push him away. Although he considered picking her up, he simply ignored Alice and sat on the ground with her. He didn't care about his shirt- he thought smirking a little- so he threw it off. There was actually a reason besides the fact that he likes to show himself off like a pampered dog. She can't push him away without touching him, and he knew he's just oozing with that warm, unnamed feeling. "You wouldn't push me away," he said confidently, of course she wouldn't, hell, she COULDN'T push him away. Spreading his legs out, as sort of a tribute to what he thinks is the perfect body he threw the shirt at the foot of Alice's bench as though she were made to take care of it while he wasn't wearing it.
Suddenly scooting next to her so that his side was touching hers, he leaned his cheek so it was dangerously close to hers. Although his hands were used as his support so he could remain upright, Dean doesn't have the best balance, so he somehow felt that she wouldn't twist his hands unnaturally when he's not touching her with them. Honestly Dean was starting to smell quite like...himself, now that he's been outside all day. He sort of smelled like Fritos or Natural Cheddar Sunchips. "So if you touch me, would that mean that I am worth your time?" He asked suddenly as he suddenly sneaked one of his hands, painfully as now his weight was all on one hand, to the other side of Beatrice where he pushed against the top of her shoulder that was protected by her shirt, where he pushed against her shoulder causing her to lean into him just enough to touch his cheek to hers. She will love him, he thought determinedly as he embraced the warm feeling that now seemed to flood out any other emotions he might have thought of having.
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