, can't hear the sirens from here - open to any

[WILLIAM VON ENGEL]

Sitting in the courtyard, with his knees curved upwards and a notebook resting at his thighs, was not was William considered the best way to spend his free time. Each languid movement cascaded into a series of twists and turns, his pen sliding across the paper to create the perfect lie. Spinning such stories and adventures for his father, keeping the man both on his toes and proud, was something William had a flair for. He’d always fancied himself a writer, thinking that he was both well versed and quick with the pen. His teachers all said the same. An eloquent boy, a magnificent speaker! Oh how William reveled in that type of attention, and how true it was.

The notebook was well worn, the black cover dented and wrinkled as though it had been tossed about without a second thought. The pen was black, with gold bands around it and the army logo. He’d nicked it off his father before he’d left, knowing that while the man would be greatly displeased upon finding Will had raided his office, he would also be stroking his ego in secret. The boy knew just how to keep his father just so pleased that the man waltzed about and stayed generally out of Will’s everyday life. While Will had a strict parent, one that expected to be obeyed without a second thought and who took no back-talk nor nonsense from his children, he also had a parent who knew Will was his only son. His only chance at raising a boy the right way, and the only boy who could make him proud that he could call his own. Because of this Will managed to use his father’s pride and paternal instinct to his advantage.

Manipulative? Yes. But aren’t all privileged children in the habit of manipulating their parents to get what or where they want, at least some of the time?

“ Furthermore, Father, I wish to enlighten you on the social structure in the establishment. It seems that wherever I go it is all the same. You have the healthiest examples of humans at the top of the pyramid (note, this is where I myself fit) who have control of the rest of the group, and as you descend this pyramid you run into more and more unfortunate examples of students and even alumni-”

He was almost done writing his letter, writing quickly and spitting out whatever came to mind. The one problem with Will’s writing was that it seemed to jump all over the place- in one instant he would be speaking aggressively on the matters of school lunches, while in the next sentence he would digress and immediately start into a rant on the social pyramid of the school. Will had always told his father and mother that he considered the way the social structure in schools worked today as ridiculous. Another maneuver to get his parents to allow him freedom. In fact, Will thought it was a splendid way to tell everybody apart. He, of course, was at the top and therefore why would anything need to ever be changed?

What Will did not think about was the fact that he was sitting on the ground in a public place invisible, and this meant that those walking around him, of course, could not see him. This could be a problem, should anybody run into him, step on him, or, god forbid, trip over him. Lost in his own little writing world, Will could become the victim of anybody’s attempts to retrieve a ball or get to the other side of the courtyard.

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[JYNX HOPE GREGORY]

you've got me tripping over ( m y s e l f )

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and i don't know what to do ( a b o u t i t )

I'VE NEVER KNOWN WHAT TO DO WHEN WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING
ON. USUALLY I LAY BACK, LAY BACK AND THINK ABOUT YOU WHILE TIME
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The courtyard was incidentally, starting to become one of her more favorite places to spend her time - wasting it away. Licking off the cotton candy from her finger, she laughed lightly at something her brother had texted her on her phone. Mhmmm, she thought silently to herself, before she then arched an eyebrow as she crossed her right leg over her left on the bench in the courtyard. Running a hand through her chopped blonde hair, which was - thankfully - starting to grow out, she lied back, enjoying the sunshine she got from the pretty nice day outside. Her trademark gloves were precariously perched on her hands, as usual, and her billowy shirt fitted around her waist where her skinny jeans began. Eyes blinked lazily as she finished off the cotton candy she'd swiped from the cafeteria. Well - she was nice to the lunch ladies. A hi here and there, and usually they were nice to her back, letting her get away with an extra thing here or there, and sometimes she'd stick after for a few moments to see what was going on. Course, some people found it strange, but she surely didn't. Smiling sheepishly to herself, she frowned and scratched the back of her neck - it had started to itch again once in awhile now. Frowning lightly as she tossed the stick the cotton candy had been spun around, she let herself settle. Enjoying the after-buzz she always got from sugar, she twitched slightly, and felt a few things around her begin to freeze over. Wide-eyed, she blushed as a few students slid on it, she grinned to herself, before she quickly melted it.

Standing, she stretched, before muttering, "Sorry."

[/color] and moving on. Her top teeth went and nibbled on her bottom lip, she'd picked it up from somewhere - god. Silently groaning to herself, she paused by the lake side, eying the people with water-based powers flipping into the air, a person shifting into an otter to a swan in a second. She wished she had shape-shifting. Though, in order to do so, she'd have to harm someone. That thought turned her away from that. Everytime, every touch was lethal, not deadly, but toxic. She had brushed an innocent person's arm the other day, and had discovered they'd just gotten out of prison for rape, arsony and theft. Jynx had thankfully been with her older brother and a few of her friends, so she hadn't been too worried, though the guy also threw up after that happened, she felt bad, and had settled on an apology, hoping he didn't take it as if she'd been the one to cause it, which she had been, but he wasn't one of them.

One of them. It felt so weird to say it. One of them, one of the ones with gifits, powers, abilities no normal humans should have. The ones without worries really, not needing to worry about the blasted government coming after them when they graduated from high school. That was a thing she'd have to make sure she could run from, shift into someone else, or get something that wouldn't allow her to be tracked. Either way, she had a feeling something would happen, it all just depended on when and where. Shaking those thoughts away, it was a gorgeous day, and not too hot out thankfully either. Sighing softly, the blonde then headed away from the lake, legs moving smoothly, paced over the concrete and various patches of grass she had to cut through to avoid large crowds. Tugging on her gloves somewhat, a nervous habit she had when around tons of people, Jynx then looked up to where she was thinking of going. Back inside maybe?

Probably not. Shifting her course, she glanced down to her silver flats, and smiled silently to herself, amused. The flats her parents had sent her. Her parents. She wondered how they were doing without their two children at home. Caleb would return home while he went to the nearby University, though she. She had a feeling something else would happen with her. Geez - she had to stop worrying and just enjoy what was going on. The teen groaned inwardly, before suddenly, her legs collided with something. She yelped and fell onto her back, falling to the side of... what-ever she had hit. Landing on her back, she groaned and coughed, as some people hollered if she was all right, "Yeah, I'm fine."[/color] She frowned, and eyed the space which didn't seem to have anything in it. Then, realizing, her jaw dropped, and she spoke, "Oh my gosh...I'm sorry!"[/color]
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stats ! finished <33
words ! 750+
outfit ! clicky hur
playlist ! silence
credits ! Izzy (no stealing, mkay?)
love notes ! hehe....^__^ -grins innocently-