ɴeveʀ ʟeт ɢｏ

[light.]

Tree. Tree. Tree. Light. Then darkness. The dome of nature surrounded the bus, covered by the long branches of the ancient trees of the valley. The light fought its way through them, gaining terrain inch by inch, with every leaf or flower as an obstacle. But the light was something that couldn't be stopped, just as the elements. Air and Earth. Fire and Water. Light and Darkness. Opposite but complementary, one couldn't exist without the other, but they were condemned to fight against each other for the rest of the eternity. Alessandra loved having showers, but enjoyed water hot as molten lava, running down her face and washing everything from her mortal body. And with everything she meant the other elements, glued to her skin. Because Alessandra was, and would be, human.

Thirteen rows of empty seat spread in front of her, since she was in the back of the bus, kicking the seat in front of her with her military style brown boots, bought worn to get the desired effect. One word was enough: fashion. The rows of seat where divided by a long aisle, which left two seats at each side, most of them covered with a dirty blue fabric, like a blanket, but covering the whole seat. Its purpose is to keep the seats clean, but most of the seats are as dirty as those blankets. The seats looked bright electric blue in the sunlight, with some orange and yellow dots around them. The headrests were also covered with a blue velvet cloth, very deep blue, like the ocean. Some of them had hairs on them, some others didn't. Hers was clean enough, so Alessandra decided to rest her head on it and relax.

Alessandra rested her hand on the window, drawing hearts and her name over and over, even if it was invisible at her sight, but it seemed funny and a lasting entertainment. At least until the bus reached the bus station of Rio Grande National Park. Then she would have to walk a kilometer or so to the house where she was supposed to stay during the next ten months, learning to control her power and her temper, two things that were linked and very dangerous combined together. If Alessandra loosed her temper, the consequences could be catastrophic. But she figured out they would have some drugs and stuff for them to relax. Was there any other way to control eight reincarnated gods? Alessandra knew their names from the paper that had been sent to her house at New York, deep in Manhattan. His father's way to keep her happy and outside the house, with unlimited credit in her visa, allowed to buy everything she wanted. Just because she liked to set things on fire. Well, one of the only names she remembered was the girl she was going to share room with. Though she wasn't used to share room [Alessandra had never ever shared a room with another person but herself], no complains or problems came from her. No "but..." or "I'd prefer...". Alessandra had decided to share room, she wanted to try that. And the other girl seemed nice: Miriam Savanah Devenue, her roommate. Alessandra was decided to be nice with her, to be her friend. No matter what she had to do.

The bus halted at the bus stop, and the driver, an old man almost deaf and bald, but which remaining hairs were as white as new winter snow or the foam of the sea waves, stood up from the driver seat where he had been driving hours and hours and shouted: "Rio Grande Natural Park, Colorado. Last stop, young lady", and then he came out of the bus, pressing a button before coming out to open the back door to take out Alessandra's luggage. Her mention on the message made her smile brightly and she tied her boots and, grabbing her leather jacket and her heavy backpack, Alessandra left the bus, going through the thirteen rows of seats, just to see she was the only passenger. Inside the bus, the light shone bright, but some blinds stopped the sunrays from coming inside the bus.

Outside, the light blinded her, making her retreat inside the bus to take her Ray Bans out of her backpack and put them on. Alessandra had a plan to travel through the National Park without being noticed by neither the tourists or the authorities [see rangers or village "sheriffs"], and her plan was a complete remake. Her military boots fitted perfectly with her slim dark blue jeans and her oversized t-shit. Just like a normal teenager. But Alessandra was missing something, until she took it out of her backpack and put it on her head. The tourists "must have": a cap. It was horrible, camo, but she had to wear it, at least until she was deep in the woods, where she couldn't be seen by anybody.

As soon as Alessandra got her luggage, she started walking, following the directions, to the private house number seven. The good luck number, maybe that was a signal. But it was hard to got through the woods and stone paved paths or dirt roads with two bags, one backpack and one purse. And with the camo cap. But finally she saw the modern looking house, right there, in front of her, and Alessandra let out a sigh of relief. Finally "home". With all her bags, she walked through the door. As she walked inside, she left the two bags on the ground silently and came inside the room, waiting to introduce herself.

[ if you play with fire, you're gonna get burned ]


··Moo∂··
t i r e d at the entrance
··Wʜeʀe··
h o u s e
··Wɪтʜ··
a l o n e

quote by author unknown

[my Lalia]

Mood:
Confused
With:
James and Miriam
Where:
At the house in the living room
Saying:
"There is no life without water, even if all other elements existed."

Jake could sense others near by, how close they were though he didn't know but the knowledge that he wasn't alone was comforting. That was when he heard a tap on the window, he looked up to see a a blonde haired young man making his way to the door. Jake stood up and twisted slightly so his back wasn't to him, one thing he learned during his "dark times" was that you never show your back to someone since they could kill you easily that way. He was confused though since the men in the black suits said they were to be more like him coming and what he could see was that this boy was in no way native american. This confused him greatly but it didn't show on his face, not yet anyway. Once the young man was in the house Jake was about to introduce himself, but the boy said his name before he got a chance. Jakes body went rigid, How in Gods name does he know my name?! Jake's expression hardened slightly as he looked the boy up and down for a brief moment. "Hi, you know my name but I don't know your's. Most conversations start out with the introduction of ones self." He said as a slight smile softened his hard expression, "So Hi, I'm Jake and you are?" Said as he hoped that he would get answers soon as to how he knew his name.

Before Jake had time to hear the boys name a girl walked into the room, she was pretty with long black hair that nearly matched his and pale white skin. Again she was no native american which caused some alarms to go off in Jakes head, Okay so what ever those men meant about there would be others like me, obviously didn't mean that they would be native americans. So what do these people have in common with me other then being here? He thought as the girl introduced herself, he smiled slightly at her as his confusion was beginning to show on his face. "Hi Miriam, I'm Jake Soul." He said as he reached out to shake her hand but stopped half way through as she made no movement to do the same. He put his hand back in his pocket as he studied the two people infront of him, he could sense something dark about Miriam though he wasn't sure why and that there was something going on in the guys head he was sure he didn't want to know. "So how far back are the others?" He asked without thinking, it seemed natural to ask seeing that he could feel others near by. He was still confused as to why the boy knew his name and why they were here, for all he knew it was some crual joke that someone was playing on him.

Jake stood there for a moment shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he looked between Miriam and the boy, not sure what do and he couldn't help but to feel uneasy as it seemed the two of them knew why they were here. "Umm... If need help finding your rooms I could show you around, I had a good two or three hours to explore the place before you guys came." He said hoping that his offer would be taken up as he needed something to do. He liked working and doing stuff with his hands anything to keep him busy even if it was playing cards, with that thought he looked over at the cards that were on the coffee table. He figured that he better clean them up seeing that there were more people yet to come. He turned slightly to pick up the cards and regretted the action as his back was to Miriam and the boy now, the thought made a chill run up his spine as he was now vulnerable to attack. In one fluid motion he picked up all of the cards and turned quickly back around without dropping a single card. "So why are you guys here? Did men in black suits pick you guys up to or was that just me?" He asked flashing his perfect white straight teeth in a charming smile which masked most of his confusion though his eyes betrayed him at the moment. Plus add the fact that he felt stupid for aking so many questions, but reality was he knew little and he wanted answers.

[111misc]

Bobbie sighed, as she watched more people filter into the house. A girl, a boy, and then another girl, again. The last girl who walked in looked surprisingly like her, with blond hair, though Bobbie's was slightly lighter, and blue eyes, despite the other's girls hight, which was at least a few inches shorter. Still, it was a bit chilling to see someone who looked so similar to her. The other girl, she made her wary, just looking at her, with dark hair and high cheekbones, she had the type of face you would automatically be cautious of, not only because it was beautiful, but because it was dangerous. The boy who'd walked in was handsome enough, the girl figured, though he'd been turned away from her most of the time. Honestly, she was surprised not a soul noticed her, she'd been leaning up against the side of the house, digging her hands into the dirt around her. It had been hard backed and solid when she'd sat down, but stirring her fingers through it a few times had made it almost like mud, soft and easy to grasp in her hands, like the earth itself wanted to touch her, and was making it easy for her.

Bobbie had been grappling with her emotions, gathering enough courage to enter, like the others had. It was a combination of the beauty of the outside that she would abhor to leave, and the fact that she a pretty good idea of who would be the fool in this situation, when she tried to introduce herself to everyone else, and it wasn't any of the people who'd just walked in.

Chastising herself for her own cowardice, the pathetic hypocracy of hiding out here and refusing to start anew, as if somehow this silent rebellion to be eager was a way of holding on to the life she'd once had...not like it was worth holding on to. If it were, she'd have been doing a lot more then this. Bobbie figured it must have been something in her mind she hadn't done purposefully, because even the thought of the life she led, with a clear mind, made the dark blue eyes so hard and deadened to so much over the years swell and glisten with silent, glass tears that never fell. They never fell because she would always pull herself back together, and stay strong.

The majority of people believe, some how, that strength is in muscles, or tone of voice, or actions. But as Bobbie studied the earth underneath her, the revelation came that strength was through inaction, too. Through silent, sturdy, ever-present stability, one could be the strongest in the world, and no one else would ever know it. In her own opinion, women were thousands of times stronger them men. After all, weren't they the ones oppressed for centuries, and took their lot in silence? It was an unpopular opinion, Bobbie knew that, but to her, silence will always mean strength. It is the one thing that is hardest to control; when you are in pain, it is always easy to scream, always easy to fight or act or in the moment make a brave, risky move. That's a certain kind of strength, but the girl decided, then, quietly listening to the silence of the Earth and it's woven melodies of birdsong and rippling leaves, that the particular type of strength action represents will only ever be half of what real strength and power it takes to be silent; to be quiet and to be reserved. That is a whole different type of warrior, but one much harder to train to be.

So Bobbie decided she'd had enough of her own procrastinating, and it would be more then awkward if she was the last person to go in, so at least she should go in while she could, and try to make friends, or at least introduce herself. Standing up, and regretfully brushing some of the dirt off her long legs and her browned hands, Bobbie grabbed her bags again. She trudged to the door, which was left ajar from the last girl slipping in, and pushed it open. Bobbie had never been one for grace or beauty, or even remote etiquite. So it was no surprise that the door slammed all the way backwards, with a muffled clunk against the glass wall, which must have been stronger then it seemed to look, for it didn't even shiver at the impact, though the door rebounded slightly. Of course, Bobbie hadn't expected anything else, she'd had to kick the door open, because her hands were all occupied by her gabs, which were seriously getting in the way. She clumsily rolled them in, and the girl, luminous blond hair curtaining her face from view of the others in a long, white-gold wall, didn't even look at the others, who were introducing themselves, too busy trying to get one of her larger bags over the little welcome mat. It took a hard tug from her before the bag jostled its way beside her, noisily and intrusively, and at that point she had dropped her other bag, so when Bobbie finally turned around to confront the people she was going to have to live with, she had made as much of a graceful entrance as a hyena with three legs tied behind its head and a cowbell on its neck.

Not surprisingly, considering her personality, which could be accurately described as harsh and toughened, as well as more then slightly lonely, the first thing Bobbie did was push her bright hair behind her ears, revealing a pair of eyes gleaming with aggression, defensive and wary. But it was a youthful aggression, not something hateful or spiteful, or even cruel or mean, it was something like laughter, edged, true, but the type of edge children have when they fight each other for fun, when they race down the block after school. It was the type of gleam that was friendly, but at the same time, harsh, and slightly intimidating. It was a challenge, too, more then anything else. A challenge to see who would dare laugh at her for her lack of grace, a challenge to who would speak first, a challenge to anyone who even looked her in the eye.

So the smile in her eyes was obvious, though it was a harsh, intense one, and there was no need for it to reach her mouth. Bobbie's full lips stayed in a sober frown, more nuetral then anything else, as her dark gaze of blue-black swept the group of people. Two boys and two girls, besides her. She hadn't seen the other boy, with dark skin and black hair, come into the house, so he must have arrived before her. A wave of hatred shook Bobbie's body; she couldn't help it. It was irrational and stupid, and there was no reason behind it, but a spasm of pure loathing shook Bobbie for these people who were just like her, who she had to meet, now. If anything, the girl should have felt pity, or at least friendship, towards the kids who were in her same boat, so to speak. But that was not what she felt. It was like an icy breeze of winter passed over her for a moment as her muscles tightened, though it loosened itself from her mind almost immidiately. It was the fact that she was there, Bobbie knew that was it. It wasn't them she hated, she told herself....but still. Looking around at their faces, some clueless, some wry, some occupied, she couldn't help feel judged. And if Bobbie had to choose the worst thigns to feel in the world, from experience alone, they were guilt, judgement, and that cold feeling you get when your hopes have been dashed.

x

nαтʋяɛ nɛvɛя ∂ι∂ вɛтяαʏ тнɛ нɛαят тнαт ℓσvɛ∂ нɛя

[Artesian]

~~Stanley Jennesen ~~

Stan put down his bags by the gate, his new gray backpacking gear leaning against the sturdy rolling suitcase. He'd picked them out of his parent's collection from their traveling days. They were both tough, light, and capable of carrying enormous amounts of stuff, although right now they were mostly empty. He'd been planning to fill them up with souvenirs for Westin and Marie, who'd never lived more than two places in their life. He smiled and picked up a pinecone for Westin. His little brother had only seen trees on trips to his grandparent's place, and always wanted a proper, big pinecone. Perhaps they'd allow him to mail it to Kansas? If he didn't tell his family anything about where he was? He sighed and tucked it into his pocket.

He laid one hand on the metal bars of the gate and stroked his fingers down their smooth surface. He absentmindedly tested their durability, the muscles in his shoulder bunching beneath his gray t-shirt. He released his grip and frowned. Back home, he could bend the fence posts for the chicken enclosure (he had bent four of them into U's before his Dad had caught him and made him bend them back). This gate didn't give even a tiny bit. He made a mental note to come back out with a two-by-four or something to use as a lever, picked up his bags, and turned back towards the long driveway to the house.

As he made his way up the dirt road - a long driveway typical of a country home, the driveway back home had been almost a mile long between the fallow corn fields (getting the mail had been a real pain) - a suitcase in one hand and a backpack in the other, Stanley saw the others: a blond girl kicking open the door, dealing with two bags in her hands. There were other people visible through the main window: two boys and two girls. They all moved tensely, the nervousness of a new place - prison, his subconscious reminded him helpfully - apparent in their faces and limbs. He quickened his pace, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders.

He didn't know any of them, but he instinctively liked them already. A lifetime of moving, switching schools and meeting new people had melted any fear of new situations in him. Whoever they were, he was looking forward to meeting them. His distaste for this enclosed, controlled place retreated into the depths of his mind where his subconscious wrapped it in vortexes of insubstantial thought like the still eye at the center of a hurricane.

Stan opened the door, and almost walked in on top of the blond-haired girl with the suitcases. She was standing in the entrance with a frown on her face, her blond hair pushed behind her ear. He stumbled and caught himself with his free hand, leaning against the door-frame. He backed out and, holding the door open, apologized. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." A cold breeze blew through the doorway, painting a chilly layer on his skin. He slipped inside, and closed the door behind him. "Chilly out there," he remarked, putting down his suitcase.

~~Feeling just barely cheerful in the main room with Bobbie, Jake, Miriam, James and Alessandra.~~

[shudder]

Mood: Calm, kind of ecxited.
Location: House
Action: Just talking.
Crush: None.

Tyler leaned on the window, looking at the tree's that passes by. Buses were never his preffered way to travel, but he'd rode on enough of them to be use to the feeling. Lot's of strangers, lot's of different views, and sometimes something interesting would happen. His bus happened to accidentely make a left turn instead of a right turn. Not necessarily a horrible mistake; the driver seemed to catch himself. And Tye was probably the only person to notice. Everyone else had their own thing going on, whether it was talking to someone, listening to music, or staring out the window, like him. Occasioanlly he'd lock eyes with someone else who happened to be staring, and for a moment they'd just look at each other. Not like there was anything particularly interesting about anyone on this bus, they were just average people. Eventually he'd look away or they would look away and the routine - window, stare at people, lock eyes awkwardly - would start all over again.

But Tyler would eventually get distracted from that routine. His mom kept sending him pictures, as if he'd magically forget who his family was when he left. One was a picture of Ashton, the oldest, staring viciously into the camera. He always hated pictures and refused to smile for any of them, much to the dismay of his mother. There were multiple of his younger sister, Abby, in her sparkly dress. Each time another picture of her and that stupid dress would come up Tyler would roll his eyes. She'd caused such a riot over that thing it was unbelievable. His youngest brother, Rikki, hid it in his room, thinking it'b be a funny joke. However, no one was laughing when Abby marched down stairs, ready to start world war three. Fist clenched, face stained with tears, she knew who had moved her dress. Rikki obviously denied it, so everyone had to go and look for it, proving that they hadn't stolen it. Tyler hated living with two little kids. They were just annoying and a waste of time. His sister was cute, though, so he couldn't really stay mad at her.

He wondered, though, would living with strangers cause even more of a conflict? These people would be coming from all over the place, with abilities and personalities that were bound to clash. Then again, maybe he was wrong. All Tyler knew was the name of his roommate, and the rest he would just have to find out later. But at least he wasn't a stranger to living with multiple people. There were six people in his house, including two dogs, but they were outside most of the time. He temporarily shared a room with his older brother a few years back, and when family came over, the house was always cramped.

The bus stopped suddenly, and Tyler looked up to see the bus driver stand up and tell them that they'd reached their destination. Finally. He reached over, grabbing his bags, then stood up and walked down the aisle. It was a little weird how he was the only one to get up at first, but he thought he saw someone else get up just as he took his first steps down. However, when he didn't see anyone get off, he smirked and started walking off towards the house. He must have imagined it or something.

Tyler made his way through the woods despite the burden of having a backpack and a dufflebag on. It got caught on tree's or low plants and he'd have to try to untangle himself for a moment. But it could've been worse. It's not like his bags were heavy, and the forest gave him some shade from the sun. Tye walked up to the house and looked up just to see the front door close. Everyone must've arrived not to long ago, he assumed. Tyler opened to door and walked in. A girl and a boy were standing not too far from him, and he could see more people in the house. How many were supposed to be here, again? Eight? For a moment he wondered why they were so close together, then he shook his head, unconcerned. "Hey, I'm Tyler," he introduced himself, not bothering to wait for any kind of a greeting, "or Tye, if you feel like calling me that." He dropped his bags on the ground, and looked around the house. It was a lot nicer than he expected, not that he had any real expectations.

[light.]

That couldn’t be her face, but it wasn’t a mirror either. There were no mirrors around the room, only a girl talking with a two other boys. And then the other girl, who seemed no older than her, looking at her from her side of the living room, far away, but their eyes was locked on each other. Hers were on her deep blue eyes, dark as the ocean in the middle of a storm, but at the same time calm. The girl’s eyes were darker than hers, surrounded by a darker circle, just when the iris ends. Alessandra’s eyes were greener, with grey shades, but they weren’t that… blue. The girl’s eyes were incredibly blue, pure blue.

Around her face were scattered many freckles, mostly around her nose and her forehead, big but not enough to be a problem. Her hair was also blonde, but the girl’s hair was lighter than hers, without many darker strands. It was way lighter that hers and it seemed longer. But Alessandra wasn’t going to cross the room without introducing herself to get one hair out of the girls head and getting one from hers just to compare their length and color. What would be ruder, getting the hair from the girls head or walk through the room without even noticing the other girl and the boys and without introducing herself?

Because there were more people in the living room. People she didn’t know, but she would have to know them, or at least the basic courtesy: shaking hands, “how are you”, “hello”, etc. Things she had been taught from the cradle, a must in her life, in every social event. Because what you are is not only inside, it’s also outside, and sometimes what’s outside is far more important for some people. So Alessandra decided not to ignore the other people around her and instead, she focused on each one of them, the other girl and the two boys at the living room, introducing themselves like old friends. It was strange not having someone to hold on to, someone who introduces you.

There were two other boys in the room, one of them blonde and the other one… Alessandra couldn’t look at him, something inside her told her not to look at him and walk in the opposite direction. But Alessandra wasn’t going to get manipulated by an unknown reason, or a strange desire of her mind. The only one with control over her was herself, and anyone more. So Alessandra lifted her chin and looked at the other boy, with black long hair pulled back. The water elemental. As a flame can feel the water around, Alessandra could feel the force of the water elemental, and the urgent desire of getting away became stronger and stronger, but Alessandra managed to move a step closer, a signal to her body about who was in control there. No one but herself.

As she heard the name, Alessandra’s eyes moved from the water elemental [which name was still unknown to her] to the girl who claimed to be Miriam Devenue. Miriam Savanah Devenue. Her new roommate. The element in that girl was obvious, so Alessandra didn’t need her intuition or her goddess inner feelings. That girl was the goddess of war, and she was sure she was right. Her face inspired fury and rage inside her, and much people could think that girl could have bad effects on them, but rage and fury are very powerful feelings if you learn to control them. Alessandra had always hoped to share a room in college with a cheerleader or a plastic, but this was better. She was going to share room with another goddess.

Another boy came in, opening the door but not expecting other person at the entrance. Alessandra wondered if the boy was surprised by her or finding someone at the door leaving her bags scattered around the ground. Then Alessandra remembered her bags, which she pulled near her legs and in front of her with her boot. Lifting her gaze from the bags Alessandra looked at the boy with an apologizing smile. All the people around her [except the blonde girl with blue eyes she first saw when she came in the room] seemed older than her, one or two years older.

Again, the door opened behind her and the other boy she was smiling to and another boy came inside the house, but this time his hair was brown. Everyone there was introducing themselves, so Alessandra decided to do the same. “I’m Alessandra, but just call me Alex, nice to meet you” she said smiling at the two boys behind her, and then turning to the rest of the room. They were only seven, they were missing one.

[ if you play with fire, you're gonna get burned ]


··Moo∂··
t i r e d at the entrance
··Wʜeʀe··
inside the h o u s e
··Wɪтʜ··
e v e r y o n e but echo

quote by author unknown

[{{ f i a s c o }}]

Tell me what you want to hear,
Something that'll like those ears,
Never something insincere,
I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

Power= VIt

And suddenly everyone was in the room. James winced, waves of personal information hitting him like an angered storm at sea, except the waves were five feet high and were crashing down at a speed of 7 metres/second.

6C12H6o + 6O2 -> 6H2O + 12CO2

The Fire-bringer, Alessandra, was standing quietly in a corner, having 'slipped in quietly', and was eyeing everyone nervously, icily. Strange. She wasn't that sort of person, more warm-hearted and feiry, explosive, persay. Long brown locks of hair tumbled down her back, pressing against the wall, while nervous, nochalant eyes - red rimmed from a small spout of tears some 2 and 43 hours ago -, dark as ebony, jerked around the room, awaiting introduction. She wouldn't go unnoticed too long; the room was suddenly filled by Miriam, the reincarnated God of War, and soon to be breaker of his little act. It was a fact this girl knew how to read minds; apart from her dismissal of his person,

You know my name, but I haven't even told you... Where are the others?

Of course I know your name, stupid.

James continued observing the minute holes in the wall, before looking down, formuling thoughts interrupted by the boy's nervous musings. "The others? Alessandra is over there, in the corner. Precisely 21 metres away from us," he said boredly, turning around to meet the girl's gaze, shrugging apoligetically and gesturing her over meekly. "You know MIriam. She's 25 centimetres away from your table. Barbara is exactly 500 metres away from us, at the gate. Tyler is nearing the door, about to come in and pronounce his introduction. I am here, I am 14 centimetres away from your table." He shrugged nochalantly. "I Know stuff. I know your name. Where you come from; Alberta, Canada. I know you are of Native American descent. I know you are 20. I know men in black suits sent you all letters to come here. Facts of life, you know?" James finished of with a sarcastic note, tired of having to be the living encyclopaedia here. "You control Water, Miriam does War. Alessandra, Fire. Barbara, Earth. Tyler, Light." A pause. "Perhaps Miriam could tell you what my name is. Sneaky thing, she can read minds, so don't go around thinking crap you don't want her to know." A sly smile spread over his factions. "Besides, names are nothing. Knowing someone's name doesn't give you any power over that person. Or not. Depends on what you know about that person and how relevant it is to know their name."

There are about 126 bones in an adult human's hand.

James turned apologetically to one side, humming a tuneless song. "My name is quite irrelevant at this precise moment, and, as I mentioned beforehand, names grant you no power over anyone. Still, if it interests you so, and if it is deemed crucial to our conversation, perhaps Miriam could tell you. She seems to know my life-story, as much as I know yours and hers combined." James tapped at his head, raising his eyebrows. "It's all in here." A bored shrug. "I never got a letter from anyone, or a visit, or... whatever. I knew they were going to send me here. I've been living in this house for the past three weeks."

Chilly out there.

No sh*t, Sherlock.

James turned to Stanley, mild amusement on his face. "An electric storm's a-brewing. It will last two and a half hours, to be precise, and will leave about 50 cubic centimetres of water per metre squared. Shall do the plants good, but it won't be here until late this night. The wind's at 7 knots - quite a blast, really - so it'll push those storm clouds to pass over our house at..." James hesitated, scratching the top of his head. "...22:02 this evening."

Stance relaxed, James now turned to Tyler - his roommate - and cocked his head to one side. This one was obviously more positive about what he had come here for, happy, to a certain extent. It would all end soon, he presumed, judging by the faces exposed by the people that surrounded him. He raised his hand to acknowledge the chirpy guy, and waved him over.

“Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.”

[Artesian]

~~Stanley Jennesen ~~

Stanley nodded politely to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Alex. I'm Stan, er, Air god, or something." He shrugged, the frame of his backpack bobbing up and down minutely, and extended his hand for her to shake. He ignored the loquacious teenager talking near the fire, hearing just enough snippets of the conversation to know that it didn't really apply to him. Stan had heard people talk like that before back home, usually the geeks and nerds who were smarter than everyone else and wanted people to know it.

The path to the comfortable chairs near the fireplace was obstructed by bags and people: Alex, her baggage, and another blond girl with intense blue eyes who exuded a hostile air. She was directly in his path, and didn't seem like the kind he could slip past. She had a solidity that most mountains would envy. He blinked and didn't introduce himself, turning instead to a teen behind him, who'd just introduced himself as Tyler. He extended his hand to him as well. "I'm Stan. Nice to meet you, Tye, was it?" He grinned at him, then leaned against the wall, nudging his suitcase closer to his feet.

Another cool gust had whirled in when Tyler had opened the door, but it was dissipating, the chill vanishing. It was odd, but the side closer to Alessandra was much warmer than the one near the door, far more than felt natural for a typical warm room. It felt like the sun's warmth on a hot summer day; it was too warm It was very rare that Stanley felt too warm or cold. He felt hot if he laid in the sun for a few hours, yes, or jumped into an icy pool, but icy winds or Santanas never bugged him.

The sensation that bothered him the most was stuffy air. It made him feel sleepy and dimwitted, as if his thoughts slowed to a stop, with just the Brownian motion of his thoughts keeping him conscious. (His old math classroom back at the high-school he'd graduated from last year had been the stuffiest place in the entire building. He'd failed Algebra twice there.)

This room, happily, was open and airy, with good circulation. He breathed in the sweet scent of the mahogany floors, and listened as the smart teenager by the fire responded to his simple comment about the weather with an long list of data about the coming storm. He bobbed on the sea of data, the occasional word registering: Storm, two and a half hours, water, not here until late this night, wind at 7 knots, storm clouds... and, with what he could understand, all correct. He could feel the storm, the endless currents of air that swept over the value with each gust from the doorway as someone entered like tides in a river, dragging him towards the mountains and lofting him up like the giddy leap of a roller coaster. It was all [i]right[/]By his endless spiel of facts, most of which went in one of Stan's ears and out the other, he might be... Stan pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket, part of the much folded envelope... James. Of course. Knowledge = Nerd spiel.

"I'm guessing you're James, right?" he said, showing James the sheet. "D*mn you're smart," he said, then chuckled. "What am I saying, of course you are. You don't need me to tell you that, huh?"

~~Feeling quite cheerful in the main room with everyone but Echo.~~

[my Lalia]

Mood:
Confused and slightly angry
With:
Everyone but Echo
Where:
At the house in the living room
Saying:
"Even sailors are at the mercy of the sea."

Jake watched as people began to filter into the house, he smiled and greeted them with an nod. As he watched everyone it was becoming clear that everyone knew why they were here, this bugged Jake as he had no clue. I must look like a big idiot. He thought to himself as a pittie girl with blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes walked though the door, she was having troubles with her bags and fumbled alot. Jake wanted to help her but there was people in the way and the look she gave was one that dared others to laugh or to help her. Though Jake couldn't help but smirk as he found that oddly attractive in a girl that had freckles, but then again he found Miriam attractive as well but in a more dangerous, dark kind of way.
That was when he felt that there was another girl near by, he looked in the direction that the feeling was "telling" him to look. The girl was around 5'5 with long honey blonde hair, she had a strong jaw line which gave her a slight heart shaped face. But something about the girl drew him towards her, something strong and wanting. Though Jake would never call it "love at first sight" as he didn't believe in that kind of crap, sure he believed that there was someone out there for him but the whole "love at first sight" thing was a joke even to itself.
No this feeling or what ever it was, was different as it seemed slightly more crual in its intensions but at the same time wanting to love her for who she was. It was an odd combination and one that Jake wanted to sort out when he got the chance to, but the moment wasn't right for that. "Hi, I'm Jake. You can call me by that or Jay or Soul." He said to everyone and no one in particular after the girl Alex introduced herself.

Jake was suddenly snapped out of his slight daze when he heard the boy infront of him mention that he knew where he was from and his age, but what really got him was that he mentioned that he could control water. Jakes body went rigid again but this time more so, he took a step back away from the group as his rigidness reached his face. Dear freaking lord! I'm in a place where they put the insane! Jake thought as he shook his head and looked at the boy who said he could control water with an ice cold glare. "You have to be kidding me!?" Jake said loudly though he didn't intend it to be as loud as it came out, he was sure everyone was looking at him but at that moment he didn't care. "Me? Control water? You have to be out of your freaking mind!" Jake shook his head when he heard Stan introduce himself as the god of air. "No, this is some sick joke. Because there is no way that I got thrown into a place with a bunch of loonies." Jake nearly hissed as he took another step back not sure what to do, his large frame stiffening like that of a large cat ready to pounce at the slightest movement.
It was then that he heard the sound of thunder.

He knew that the storm off in the distance was suddenly moving faster as if it couldn't wait to be over him. This knowlege scared Jake slightly though it didn't show on his face, this couldn't be happening. He was fine earlier, content to live with strangers for a while until the men in black suits said that he didn't have to anymore. But this was screwed up, there was no such thing as people being gods. That was stuff of mythes and stories that your parents or grandparents told you before you went to bed, not really life stuff.
He heard another crack of thunder then, this one closer then the last. The thought that this storm would bring rain which was slightly comforting and scary at the same time. No, Jake couldn't believe this and he wasn't going to try but he was vary slowly realizing that he had little choice as another crack of thunder rolled across the vally.

[Nostalgia]

I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

To a less concentrated mind, everything that happened in this room might have been hard to understand thoroughly, since the people appeared so fast, speaking, feeling and thinking. But, Miriam was so used to distractions by now that she easily separated each persons' voice. She smirked at Jake's impression of her, the 'dark' comment especially amusing. Then, when the girl who was playing with dirt before - Bobbie, apparently - came into the room, she immediately warmed up to the blonde, just because her feelings were the most beautiful she had encountered in a while. The boy who chose to come in after her - Stanley, or so he referred to himself in his thoughts - was quite different, unfortunately. Goodness, as silly as that sounded, oozed off of him. Such an innocent boy, he apparently enjoyed their company.
A moment of silence after that, then another interruption, this time from a male named Tyler. He seemed the most normal out of the whole group, not filled with extreme emotions and simply calm. After him came Alessandra, her new roommate. Bearable. Quite likeable, even. Savannah turned to nod at the younger girl, allowing a small smile to twist up the corners of her lips. She had to seem civil, at least at first. With time, they were sure to get used to her silence, recognize her calculating, planning all the time. For now, though, she needed to keep up her act of socializing.
Finally, her favourite moment out of the whole situation. The knowledge god, James, spoke. A slight laugh escaped her lips as he spoke of her power, not a hint of shock in her mind since she already knew what he could do. "Oh, I think we should keep them guessing for a while, don't you? They'll be sure to find out in the end." she replied, a slight smirk appearing on her face once again as she glanced at the boy. He was the one she had to keep an eye on the most. Reading his mind would give her information about everyone else, and information was power if used correctly. Not that she needed anything against the other gods. Yet.
Stanley spoke again, revealing the other male's name. A shame, really, but why should she care? He didn't seem to be the smartest out of all of them, his simple words revealing lesser intellect, his thoughts not exactly complex in nature. He seemed to label James as soon as he heard him talking, the word nerd floating around in his head for a while. Maybe he preferred strength over thought, but she need not judge. "See, now you've spoiled the fun, haven't you? And it would have been a nice little game, really, half the room wondering about the name of a single person." she spoke, amusement clear in her voice as her gaze pierced him, waiting for his reaction to her words. Her concentration wavered slightly as Jake began to yell. Well, she was probably the only one to hear his angered thoughts, but she was sure everybody noticed what he said out loud. Finally, the mystery was solved. The reason she couldn't get a read on his power was easy; he didn't know of its existence. With a slightly bored sigh, she moved a few steps closer to the man, staring in his eyes to focus as she read his mind. "Fine. Then how do you explain that I know you're thinking this type of stuff happens only in myths or stories which your parents or grandparents tell you before you go to bed, not in real life? How do I know that you're scared of the storm coming because you feel as if it can't wait to be over you?" she declaimed, using his exact phrases to strengthen the result. "You have to get used to this, honey. I read minds, he knows everything, and the rest can control some kind of an element. It's really not that bad if you think about it. Kind of unsettling to live with someone who feeds off of negative emotions, but I'm sure everyone else is more normal. It'll get better after a while." Even though her words were comforting, the tone in which they were spoken was far from sweet. After she had finished the display of her power, Miriam's gaze turned to linger on her hands, her voice emotionless and quite bored. When listing the different powers of the people in the room, she only gestured with her chin in the direction James was standing, knowing where he was by the stream of thoughts coming from that area if she concentrated on it. She was waiting for some kind of outburst because of her emotion remark, either from Jake or somebody else. The knowledge god had not mentioned that ability of hers, so it was sure to come as a shock to most people. So what? They could deal with it, so to say, and she wasn't going to sugar coat her words or keep up false pretences so they would feel calmer around her. Her enjoying their pain didn't cause them additional harm. It only brought her bliss which didn't affect them in the slightest, so they had no reason to worry. But still, a spark of interest ignited inside of her as she waited for their response, in their minds or out loud.