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Post by britt on Oct 21, 2009 4:51:50 GMT -5
Her eyes were set down at the page before her, words flowing gently from the tip of her pencil, her script neat and small upon the white of the paper in the spiral bound notebook she kept near her when her muse had an inkling in her brain. It was one of the very few things she found reprieve in here, the fact that she still had the ability to write out her feelings, filling these small lines with raw emotion in the form of simile and metaphor. Her diction was flowing, her work never overly ornate and flowery, but never dull and barren either. She always had a place for writing, even in school. Often teachers would comment her work, saying she should pursue a career in written word someday. Too bad it seemed for Scout Porter that she would never have the chance to do so.
She was sprawled in the grass between two very blossomed apple trees, the petals from the pink and white flowers that were to soon become ripe fruit falling about in the wind, which seemed to gingerly wisp them around a bit in an almost playful fashion. The green of the grass brought out the emerald strands in her hazel eyes, playing up the color. Her shiny blond hair just barely moving in the breeze from shield of the roughage around her. She was barely visible in her current spot, stomach to the ground and knees bent slightly, calves crossed in the air. One hand was tucked beneath her chin, holding up her head, the other holding the pencil in her hand, now anxiously tapping it against the book, nibbling gently at her lower lip.
Her hand dropped the writing utensil, her arm sinking down, cradling the side of her face from the ground as the muse stopped speaking to her once more. She flipped the cover of the book, maneuvering herself to cover it with her arm as to advert anyone's attention from interest in it should anyone discover her here. She doubted she would be interrupted. Scout was not the most outgoing person, choosing to isolate herself from the outside world shortly after being placed here. She had had no idea what she had was a mutation, an ability to feel and control emotional fields; something she had just thought was a natural gift of empathy; something anyone was capable of.
She focused her attention to the darkness she often felt in the pit of her stomach once more, her mind tracing over it, wondering just what it was that was deep within her. No physical ailment had ever been found, and no psychiatric explanation was ever given to her either. She had the notion lately that it may hold all of the negativity she had ever seemingly 'sucked out' of anyone. She passed it off as just a crazy idea that had been caused being being alone for far too long. She rolled onto her side, her slender form curled in a catlike manner, and traced her finger across a nearby flowering from the tree, marveling at the softness of the petals, the sturdiness of stamen and the way the stigmas were conjoined into one base near the bottom of the flower. Pinching the sepal between her slender fingers she lifted it into the air and placed it just a few feet from her face, her eyes lazily tracing and memorizing the way it looked. Nature had once again succeeded in creating perfection.
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Post by James on Oct 21, 2009 16:04:52 GMT -5
James walked through he orchard with a sense of ease, his head was still a touch fuzzy from the fall but he now could keep his power under control without any difficulty. You know for a prison it is really quite nice here, orchard, stream, and even shops, it is literally its own little world. As James walked along he felt something, it was emotion, raw and pure, but it was being channeled, almost like music.
He began to follow it wondering what who was feeling they were. As he went along James found a young women nearly hiding between two apple trees. So this is the some who I felt, but I wonder what she was doing to cause it? As James followed one arm he saw what appeared to be a book, she must have been writing on it, she appeared to be holding her stomach. "Hello ma'am," James said with a grin "stomach troubling you?"
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Post by britt on Oct 21, 2009 16:20:07 GMT -5
Scout laid quietly, listening to the sounds of the outside, distracted by a strange feeling that she had not encountered for a while. She felt feelings. They weren't clear, and held a sort of indifference, but she often tried just to pass by people quickly now-a-days to only be hit with the overall emotional presence in a room. She had never known the gift of her calming was really the mutation concerning emotional fields. And she still had no control over it what-so-ever. She had no idea how it worked, how to turn it off and on, and most of all what this dark spot deep down inside of her could really do to someone.
Scout heard someone drawing near, and did nothing to further conceal herself, worrying now about what this darkness really was. She remembered only slightly before she had come in. Most of her past had almost faded out of her mind completely, like the feeling of deja vu when you reread a book you once read too long ago to even remember the basic plot line. She did remember her father, though. She remembered missing him, wishing she could see him smile just one more time, and she wondered just what it was he was doing without her. She wondered if he drove to the hospital to pick her up after her procedure and found her not there. Maybe he thought she ran away from him just like her mother?
She felt the darkness seem to expand a bit further and quickly changed her train of thought.
Looking up she spotted a boy, broad shouldered and tall. If she was not too busy wondering how the odds had been stacked that he would come across her here, she may have just been intimidated by his stature. But she wasn't. She was busy listening to the way he spoke, always finding people's voices to be most interesting when meeting someone. When she saw him grin, she flashed a small half smile in return.
"Not really," she answered, maneuvering so she was sitting in a crossed-legged position, almost like a little girl. "Just a little bit," she lied. He had used to right word for that to be an untruth. Troubling her it was. Baffling her, more like it. "What brings you out here?" she asked.
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Post by James on Oct 21, 2009 18:34:22 GMT -5
"I thought I had heard something that I hadn't for a lifetime." James sat down and looked at the girl, he knew that she had lied to him but he had no reason to tell her this. James sat down, there was something about this girl that seemed to interest him and he had to figure out what. "There a reason your hiding from the rest of the world or are you just trying to find a place to write?" James made a slight gesture to the notebook, it might have some information to why she seemed so familiar.
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Post by britt on Oct 21, 2009 22:38:38 GMT -5
"The world is very...well...loud," she adjusted again, leaning forward and twirling a piece of grass between her fingers, trying to feel for him, to know what it was he was after. But she couldn't.
She did not know how to explain how being around people made her feel inside. It was like trying to listen to one person who was whispering in a crowded room. It was impossible to focus, and even more impossible to not get frustrated and walk out. One on one she was the best friend anyone could have. But in public places it was increasingly difficult to function. She gave a wry smile and tilted her head to the side, one hand on her thigh.
"I didn't even know I was a mutant until I got here. And I can't turn my mutation off. Makes it difficult to be around people." She was out right with it. If he asked, she would tell.
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Post by James on Oct 22, 2009 20:05:07 GMT -5
"Yes, yes it is, but occasionally things seem to call out to you." He felt something come towards him, trying to enter his mind, he knew this because he did it himself. She is an empath? Well that would explain a lot.
"I didn't even know I was a mutant until I got here. And I can't turn my mutation off. Makes it difficult to be around people." James returned the smile, "yes well the public doesn't like the idea of people like us, especially those who can read the emotions of others." James smiled and waited for her reaction, she may not even know what her power is, but he did and he could show her how to control it.
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Post by britt on Oct 22, 2009 20:21:16 GMT -5
Things did a lot of calling out, that was for sure. She looked up at the sky a moment, just listening to him talk, half processing what he said. She realized suddenly that he did not just mean mutants. He meant something more specific. So that was what it was, was it? He could feel her, like stretching out your hands and searching for something in the dark. She ran her fingertips over her lower stomach again before meeting his eyes with her own.
"Just reading them wouldn't be the problem," she said, voice raised at the end. She gave him a half smile. "You can hide that you are reading people to a degree. It is reacting to what you read that is the issue."
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Post by James on Oct 24, 2009 1:19:52 GMT -5
James saw that the girl seemed very focused on the lower pit of her stomach. "Just reading them wouldn't be the problem. You can hide that you are reading people to a degree. It is reacting to what you read that is the issue." James took a moment to figure out what to say next. "After a while you start to get used to it, especially when you figure out how to change the way that people feel." To prove his point he pushed the emotions of lust upon her, if she had any skill she would know and would be able to simply ignore it. Even if she wasn't the fact that were a number of years apart should dissuade her, but that might necessarily work either. All gains come with risk.
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Post by britt on Oct 24, 2009 14:21:16 GMT -5
Scout suddenly began to feel something come over her, a wave of something that felt warm, fuzzy, sensual even. She looked at James, her eyes hungry, and just had to keep telling herself he was too young. Something made her want to be like a cat and pounce on him. And it took a lot to hold back, even though she was always so reserved. She took a deep gulp and blinked at him, her hands running over her body. "James...what did you do?" she whispered, eyebrow furrowed.
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Post by James on Oct 24, 2009 21:45:40 GMT -5
"I think the lady is enjoying herself." James said. She was and he had to admit he was too. "You know for a girl as pretty as you you shouldn't hide yourself." James wasn't thinking straight, the lust that he was causing was effecting him to. "James...what did you do?" James began to shake away the lust, but it is a very hard thing to drop, tiny shifts could set either of them off and it would be rather odd.
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Post by britt on Oct 24, 2009 23:49:56 GMT -5
Scout gently ran her hand over the pit of her stomach, not caring that the darkness was there and could eat her whole at any moment anymore. All she wanted was to kiss someone. It was something she had not done since she had saved Scotty, her friend who was trying to kill himself, since her body absorbed what it had absorbed and she had partially understood what a potential threat to the way things were supposed to be she was. Her body did not just feel feelings. Her body seemed to devour them, store them inside, and they lurked inside of her, taunting her. She slowly let her tongue drag along her lips, her eyes searching his for what it was he was doing to her. She never had felt this feeling so strongly before. To be honest, her conscience was terrified.
"James...I want to kiss you..." she gave a little giggle and bit her lip.
Slowly she drew herself on all fours, quite feline in movement, actually. A lot of what she did was catlike in a sense. She gingerly started to crawl forward, her eyes set on his, and sat practically in his lap, closing the gap between them. And then she felt her stomach again, urging her to make this go away. And her nose began to bleed. Whatever this was, it was not as good as it seemed.
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Post by James on Oct 26, 2009 19:53:02 GMT -5
James finally got control over projecting lust on Scout when the strangest thing happened, the feelings didn't stop. "James...I want to kiss you..." Scout began to come closer, the whole while trapping James in the same emotion he had used. He had been careless, he believed that he could control himself and now he was making the same mistake as he had before. It was when they were so close that James could feel her breath on his face that Scout's nose began to bleed. James hand went out to he stomach and found... something, it was like a black orb trying of all the dark things in people's hearts. As James touched the orb his instincts took over, his empathy began to try to deflate the negative energies, but his body wanted more contact so he kissed her. Ask and ye shall receive.
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Post by britt on Oct 27, 2009 18:33:10 GMT -5
As James' lips met hers', she gave a deep breath, the relief she was so craving coming. She was satisfied. She softly felt something like it was prodding inside of her. But it was out of her mind for the moment. Scout ran her hand through her hair, her lips caressing his, her fingers playing against his skin now as they drifted down the back of his neck. She suddenly got a whiff of the irony smell of blood, the taste beginning to play on her lips. She carefully pulled away, the darkness inside of her slamming shut, feeling him sort of manipulating it a while.
"J-j-james?"
She wiped her hand across the underneath of her nose, pulling it away to find a lot of blood in her palm. She quickly removed her jacket and stuck the sleeve beneath, trying to sop up the blood. Her eyes started to water, out of fear and embarrassment. She bit her lower lip nervously.
"What's wrong with me?"
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Post by James on Oct 27, 2009 20:46:57 GMT -5
When their lips connected spark literally flew in James' head, it happened when his lust mixed with another's, he was now completely helpless to Scout and whatever she wanted with him. The sensations were incredible to say the least, but then James began to taste the smell of blood. At his current state it didn't affect him, all that mattered was lust and trying to remove the darkness that was inside of Scout. Suddenly Scout broke free as the darkness fought back out against him, an incredible heaviness struck James leaving him bent over backwards gasping for each breath. "J-j-james?" James tried to get up to calm her fear but he couldn't move and his power seemed to be causing the problem. As Scout ran James worked harder to get up, her fear was so strong and she probably felt bad for something that was mostly his fault, I... need... to... get... up!
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Post by britt on Oct 28, 2009 19:35:28 GMT -5
Scout felt the mix of emotions building in her, seeing him bent over backwards and gasping. The emotions inside of her kept struggling to get out, to get at him more. They were like a pack of dogs, angry and nipping at whatever encased them where they stayed. It was like his no matter who tampered with them and when. Even when she did, it sort of felt like something was eating at her to get free for at least a day after. She just wished she could have excused herself when he showed up now. She looked over at him, aware that he couldn't move. What she was carrying around was heavy. She held feelings inside that had stopped a suicide even. She slowly moved over to him, feeling exhausted as she did whenever this happened, and slowly focused on withdrawling what it was she had put out. It was hard, because before she never had to 'think' about it, sucking things in just happened. But she had a feeling this may work too. All of her fear for him was overwhelming, all of her guilt building inside.
"This is why I hide..." she whispered.
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