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Post by erik on Feb 22, 2009 3:31:54 GMT -5
February 21, 2009 Erik looked up at the large green building before him. He had heard that the building wasn’t really green, and that it was just the way that the large lights reflected against the glass. This seemed like a large waste of energy to Erik, but had to admit, that if these rumors were true, it was quite impressive. After all, the huge building seemed to radiant the same shade of green, and one would think that the lights would be stronger in some areas, while weaker in others. But alas, there the building was, a solid jade-like color.
Entering the hotel, Erik was immediately struck by the flashing lights and loud ringing noises that were imitations of winning slot machines. Imitations, because nine times out of then, these noises were produced just to get people’s attention. Erik looked up at the florescent lights, already knowing that there would not be any windows. Those who make casinos like to have complete control over their gamblers. A window would give them visual confirmation that there was in fact a world outside of the pretty lights, sounds, and occasional jack pots.
Erik, only being eighteen, didn’t have to worry much about the casinos. He looked old enough that he could walk through, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t against any rules to do so, but he knew he wasn’t allowed to gamble. Erik was never much of a betting man, so this didn’t really phase Erik too much. In fact, he really just wanted to get to the room that he had reserved, and get a few good hours of sleep. It hadn’t been more than twelve hours since his parents kicked him out of his house, because they wouldn’t believe him when he assured them he hadn’t taken steroids.
Erik quickly threw the thoughts out of his head, not wanting to think about what had occurred over the last several hours. His entire life had been destroyed. He lost his future, his assurance, his love. Everything. Now, he was just a rich kid, with a lot of time to kill.
After getting his hotel key from the front desk, Erik made for the elevators. Erik, being in the haze he was, yawned as he reached for the ‘up’ button. However, his hand met no resistance where he was planning to. Erik glanced down, to see his arm, from his wrist to the tip of his finger, had been submerged into the wall. Pulling his hand back quickly, Erik grasped for his wrist, holding it tightly to his chest. His eyes darted back and forth, at the lobby full of people. Erik wondered who had or had not seen what had happened. Audibly swallowing what was in his mouth, he reached for the button again, this time getting the click he was waiting for.
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Post by blanche on Feb 22, 2009 20:06:22 GMT -5
Blanche was having a hard time and yet an easy time. The hard time was dealing with her life at the moment her ability is messing with her mind. But at the same time they are being helpful. Who wouldn't want these invisble arms that can come out of her back and move stuff, hmm? She was in Las Vegas for the next few days or weeks. It was fun being here and it also scared her.
So much lights and so many faces and people. Why did she come back to America knowing that every place is over crowded. She did minid but knew she had to get used to it. Walking into a hotel she spoke with a French accent to the person behind the counter in her nervous jittery way. Getting her key she tried to run toward the elevator that a man was on. Sadly he did not see her run.
And the other elevator was full sighing Blanche knew there was only one thing to do. Going to the stairs she looked up and the held her bag close to her chest. A whoosh indicated her invisible arms were rushing through the air grabbing onto a railing above her slingshotting Blanche into the air. Doing this a couple of times until she got to the floor Blanche let out an exhausted breath. Not one from being tired, but one from being filled with thrill and excitement.
The old Blanche would not even go on a roller coaster. Getting herself together she walked out to hear the elevator ding. Looking at it she smiled happy of herself actually beating the elevator. |
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Post by erik on Feb 22, 2009 20:20:25 GMT -5
After a brief ride in the elevator, Erik exited the rather small compartment, to hear a door open and a woman burst out from the stairs. Tilting his head slightly, Erik was taken off guard when he saw her. But he was mostly concerned with what had just happened outside the elevator. His hand had...gone INTO the elevator. Erik shook his head, briefly telling himself that it must have just been a trick of the eye. After all, he was in a pretty tired state of mind. He couldn’t trust anything that his mind was processing right now.
Erik reached into his pocket, finding his key. He searched his mind briefly for the name of the room he was staying in, and remembered it was 322. Repeating the number a couple times in his mind for memories sake, he turned left down the hallway, and started walking down. His eyes were glued to the doors, reading the numbers in his head. 312…314…316… They continued in this fashion, and while Erik stared at the doors, he didn’t notice the small hallway table approaching. He caught his ankle on it, causing him to trip forward. Reaching his hand forward, hoping to catch himself on the corner of the table, Erik was shocked to see his hand phase through the surface of the table. There was no doubt that his hand had just gone through the table. Because he couldn’t stop himself, Erik hit the ground. Groaning slightly, Erik pushed himself off the ground, shaking his head slightly. What the hell is happening to me?
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Post by blanche on Feb 22, 2009 20:33:28 GMT -5
Watching the man curiously with a smile Blanche just walked away with her bag at her side. Walking the opposite way she began to ramble meaningless words. Until she remembered that her room was the other way. Turning back she skipped swiftly across to notice the man walk or trip into a table. As he fell she outstreched her hand which caused tw of her tele-hands to shoot out from her back.
It was a weird tingling feeling when it happened, but not much that you would pay attention to it was like when you moved your own part of your body. As she did this she noticed that she was late he had already fell through the table. Then it hit her he flew through a damn table. He had an ability, but did Blanche want to reveal hers? That question seemed not to bother the tele-hands that kept going.
One absently grapped the man by his leg and the other pushed the table. All this was an accedint considering her mind was off of the situation. If she could think straight none of that would have happened. Not knowing what to do she ran toward the man, "Are you okay?" she asked. Her tele-hand still on the man's leg let go, she just hoped he did not feel that.
As she offered him a real hand she had a nervous look on her face. Wondering how he would possibly react or even notice what she did. Or ever think that she did any of that. [/size] |
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Post by erik on Feb 22, 2009 20:39:11 GMT -5
Erik was caught off guard when he heard a voice from behind him. A natural embarrassment came when he realized someone had seen him trip, and then an anxiety reached his mind when he realized that she must have seen what he had just done. Completely petrified, knowing that she must have seen what just happened, Erik didn’t feel anything odd or out of the ordinary regarding his leg.
Nodding slightly, Erik took the hand that she offered him. However, his mind was still so distracted, that when he reached to take her hand, his hand went through hers. Feeling the color leave his face, Erik reached up with his other hand, taking hold of her wrist, and pulling himself up. “Thanks.” Erik said, glancing around, somewhat paranoid as to who else might have seen that.
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Post by blanche on Feb 22, 2009 20:50:19 GMT -5
When his hand went through hers it was somewhat hard to pretend that it did not happen. I mean she even felt it. The feeling was that of well...the feeling when you put your hand in water but lighter than that and it had no temperature. Not a bad feeling just a weird one a little to weird. As he used his other hand she helped pull him up. "Well...no problem...Can't control it?" her French accent covering the scene mostly because she was nervous.
Blanche can easily sound American without any traces of French but when she is nervous. All that goes out the window. Smiling like a clown she could feel her heart race and maybe skip a couple of beats. Only because she did not know what type of person this guy was. "Hi...I'm Blanche." she introduced as she hunched over.
"So, um, uh how are you doing?" was the best she could come up with at the moment. He should be as lucky that she could come out with anything. |
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Post by erik on Feb 22, 2009 20:59:46 GMT -5
Erik was caught off guard when the girl asked him if he couldn’t control ‘it’. What was ‘it’. Was this it. Did she have an ‘it’. Erik had too many its running through his head to thinks straight. So, he proceeded to do now what any sensible person would do in his position.
He lied.
“Control what?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. When she gave him her name, Erik nodded, smiling. “I’m Erik.” He said, and when she asked him how he was doing, Erik thought for a few moments, trying to come up with an answer. “Fine.” He finally settled for. “Perfectly fine.” He said, perhaps pushing the lie a bit too far, but all the same.
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Post by blanche on Feb 22, 2009 21:09:52 GMT -5
Blanche just thought Erik was being naive she would not have guessed he was lying. She leaned in and looked around to see if anyone was there. "You know...your ability." Just assuming he was shy about it Blanche looked over to see her bag on the other side of the floor. Nodding her head toward it a tele-hand still invisible rushed over to grab it pulling it back even quicker until it landed safely into its owner's hand.
"I have one too." She said with a smile. Not sure if the smile was misplaced because he could be even more freaked out now. Blanche was an extremely nice and fragile person. She hoped a lot and had her dreams and hopes smashed a lot as well. Friends were not easy to come by especially not with her sercet. Maybe the too of them could be friends, or so she hoped. |
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Post by erik on Feb 23, 2009 21:44:11 GMT -5
Erik felt himself take an instinctive step backwards when she said the term that had been going through his mind for the last several minutes. ‘ability’. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, shaking his head. He glanced away at the ground. Erik did his best to delude himself, to try and convince himself that this was all just a result of him being tired. Hell, this all had the makings of one really bad nightmare. Of course, Erik didn’t have that kind of luck.
When Erik looked up, he saw a bag flying towards them. It was then, that he realized that this girl, Blanche, had…summoned it? Was that even possible? It was then that his thoughts were settled down…sort of. She revealed to him that she had one too. “Um…” Erik said, his eyes glued to the bag, as though he were looking for a wire, or something that would make this all suddenly become a reasonable occurrence. “Look I’ve…” Erik couldn’t make a reasonable thought go from his mind to his lips. His hands did a few gestures towards the door behind them, quickly recognizing it to be his own. “I’m pretty tired. I think I’m going to sleep…It was nice meeting you.” He said, turning to meet the door, and reached forward for the doorknob. However, given his luck, Erik couldn’t simply ‘open’ the door. No, his hand went through the handle, and Erik, not caring anymore, simply walked through the door. He didn’t mean to offend the girl. He was just rightfully freaked out.
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Post by blanche on Feb 24, 2009 8:11:37 GMT -5
Sometimes it was nice to see others freak out instead of Blanche being the one to do so. Rare, but nice still this was something that she wished he didn't freak out on. The situation dealing with his abilities, apparently he was new at using them. Her abilities shocked her, heck she thinks it shocks everybody when they figure out that they are different.
Sighing and about to walk toward Erik to comfort him she watched him go through a door. Lovely she thought. Deciding it best to just leave him alone she turned around to see her room. Kicking off her shoes she collapses on the bed. Sleep was not hard to find at all. But when waking up in the middle of the night Blanche couldn't help but think of Erik. What is he falls through the bed or something. She wasn't going to let this situation go.
When morning came Blanche did her daily routine before stepping outside. Looking to the left of the door was a tray. It had her room number and name on there. "Oh it came." she said with a smile and a excited squeal. Then lifting up the lid she inhaled the scent. The scent of waffles, bacon, and strawberries. Tossing a strawberry in her mouth she looked at the room where Erik...walked through. That sense of worry came over her.
Walking over she lightly knocked on the door and laid an ear on it. Wait what will I say, what can I say? Oh man this was a bad idea!
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