ɴeveʀ ʟeт ɢｏ

[shudder]

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

"Yeah, nice to meet you guys," Tyler nodded, taking in everybody. The only two people that caught his eye were Alex and the girl - he didn't catch her name if she said it - who looked similiar to each other. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Lot's of people had that combination, but maybe it never really looked identical unless you put two people with those features side by side. Glancing between them, Tyler wondered what else would come off as interesting about these people. He finally noticed Stan's extended hand and he took it, listening to the multiple people talking around the house. So Stan was the air god, huh? Tyler nodded, wondering if he was suppossed to introduce his power along with his name. Then again, they'd find out anyway if they didn't already know. His roommate seemed to know everything and more. Tye could hear him throw out fact after fact about different people. He suppressed a laugh, finding entertainment in the whole scene.

Then, Jake introduced himself. Tyler gave him a nod of acknowledgement, tempted to speak now that the conversation seemed to be picking up, when the same guy suddenly started to spaz. Wait, he didn't know he controlled water, or that everyone else here was here thanks to the fact that they controlled an element? It was a rather bold detail to miss. Unless he was joking around, and wanted to give everyone a laugh. But it sounded like people were taking his lack of information kind of seriously, he figured, what with all the questions Miriam was throwing at him. Well, if he didn't believe after that it was going to be a weird first few weeks. One part did catch his attention, though. Miriam fed off of negative emotions? Did that make her stronger or something? It was obviously part of her power, so he figured it benefitted her in some way. Tye raised an eyebrow. And did that mean she was reading his mind right now? Dang, she was probably reading everyone's mind right now. Kind of an overwhelming thought, but intriguing at the same time. It was hard to not think about something, and he wondered how much she already knew about everybody by just reading their minds.

Tyler looked over just in time to see James wave him over, and he walked towards him. "Having fun scaring the kid?" he teased, wondering if James even knew about Jake's situation. With so much knowledge, Tye would've thought that fact would run by James. He heard the thunder booming from outside, and he grinned a bit. He had always liked storms, mainly because of the lightning that lit everything up. And the absence of light when clouds blocked out the sun and darkened the sky. Of coarse, if he wanted, he could light everything up, but that would ruin the whole experience. Thinking about storms, he looked back at Jake. Being the god of water, Tyler just assumed he'd be calm, or even happy, about the coming storm. Then he remembered that Jake had only recently found out about his power.

One thing was for sure, Tye wasn't expecting to be bored around here. With all of these people having such interesting powers (the ones he knew about, at least) something entertaining was bound to happen. When he was on his way here, none of the events that occured were amusing to him. Annoying, actually. But maybe that's because he associated those things with negativity. He didn't know any of these people, so it was easy to just laugh at everything. That, and the fact that he was just an easy going person. He glanced at some of the people he hadn't heard speak yet. More than likely they'd already said something before he came.

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Bobbie's stare hadn't lightened up at all, not even a fraction, as other people started talking, but it became slightly more curious. Her attention was drawn first to James, talking to Jake by the fire, and a few other kids, like Tyler. At least, Bobbie thought he was Tyler, everyone had said their names so quickly, before she'd been able to get her bearings, the stormy-eyed girl wasn't quite sure if she remembered them all correctly. But as Bobbie looked at James, sunlit hair dimmed slightly without the natural light of the outdoors streaming down on it, a wave of pity struck her, accompanied by irritation. Irritation because the boy couldn't seem to stop talking, his words came in a stream, a never ending roll of words, like photographs, or memories. It might have been interesting for the grounded teenager, but she had never been a girl of many words, as she had previously decided, silence was strength and to ponder things, to think before you spoke, was real wisdom.

That was why she pitied James, for a flash of a second. Because he had so much knowledge, so many facts jostling in his mind, but not a speck of wisdom. Facts and numbers don't make somebody wise; understanding how they effect people, what those facts mean, that's the hard part, but the only way, in her oppinion, to ever be wise. A chilling thought flitted through the blue eyed girls mind quickly, without warning, and edged enough to make her prickle. Did James know of her past? Was Miriam reading her mind? And now did she know too? Because for a moment there, thinking about how James knew everything, but didn't really understand anything, the face of her brother, long gone, flashed before her eyes. He had looked just like her, when they were younger, dark blue eyes, radiant blond hair, though his had been curlier. The memory didn't make her heart ache anymore, it had been too long; but guilt and shame still ebbed, like poison and disease, at her heart, slowly eating it away while she didn't even notice; until it was gone.

Swallowing, Bobbie refused to show any of what she'd thought in her face; a delightful quality she had, and one Bobbie had long accredited to being the Earth Goddess, for the stony features of her element seemed to have had effect on her own face, and heart.
But easily she let herself slide her eyes towards Tyler. So far, he seemed nice, and she liked him for his easy-going nature, but quietly she reserved judgment until she knew him better. Jake was next, in her opinion, the idiot of the group. How could he not know his power? Bobbie hadn't understood when she was little, but whenever she had gotten upset or hurt, she could practically feel the ground tremble slightly under her feet. She'd always thought she was imagining it, that it was a product of sadness, that she became dizzy, but once in a while a vase would fall...or a jungle gym would would shake. ....It hadn't been too long before she discovered whoa and what she was. How could he have not? Didn't he feel the pull towards water as she did towards the earth? Bobbie would have liked nothing more then to sit outside and dream and mold the dirt between her fingers for hours. It was calming. She would have loved to wave her way through the aspen trees and flowers, leaving nothing behind her but footbrints in the mud.

Instead, though, she was here. In a crowded, awkward room, with six other people who had the potential to destroy the world if they wanted to. ...Well, except Jake, who was basically ignorant of everything, right then. Tiring of analyzing the black haired boy, her eyes glinted towards Miriam, the dark haired girl, with sharp features. Something about her half smile Bobbie liked, it was mysterious, and hard. The tough girl always liked people more like her, with hardened smiles and some fire in their spirit. She understood them more. Bobbie knew war and earth had little to do with each other, and in fact, war destroyed the world, didn't it? Wit bombs and fires and blood soaking deep into the Earth's core? So Bobbie decided that though her first impression of Miriam seemed positive enough, to hold back, because there was still something very hidden about the girl that pricked at Bobbie's spine.

Bobbie hardly even glanced at Stan. His very face disgusted her, though he wasn't ugly. It was the way he moved, the way he spoke, the flighty, dancing way about him she automatically despised. Air. Wind. The opposite of Earth was the air above it, always moving while the ever constant ground stayed never changing. Always howling and jostling and winding its way through things. It was not tangable or warm; it was cold and swift and a stranger to her. So she already didn't like him, so she turned away quickly, avoiding his eyes. It was not like Bobbie to avoid something, but she avoided him, and his gaze, because she did not even want to look at that boy, or face whatever toiling emotions she felt right then, because she didn't want to be angry yet, she just wanted to observe.

Turning then to Alex, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, her eyebrows moved up a fraction. From far away, outside, she'd noticed how similar they were...but now she was standing next to the girl, and their faces, mirroring slight surprise, could have been sisters. So far, Bobbie hadn't cracked a smile yet, at least not with her lips, but her dark blue eyes, almost black, glinted with humor and surprise, and a quick sliver of a smile danced upon her face. She liked her. She really liked this girl, Bobbie had decided. She liked the wildness in her eyes, that though passive right now, was a flame nonetheless. She liked how much they looked like each other, because it was just strange, and something, like an anchor, to grab onto in this room full of strangers. She liked that they both abbreiviated their names to more boyish, natural things, and Bobbie liked the brevity in which she spoke.

But then she turned away, and let her eyes skim over everyone she'd just met, and sadness, pure sorrow, swept over her heart like dust settling. Because together, they could have done anything. They could have changed the world. Instead...they had turned into prisinors, no court, no jury, and none of them had even put up a fight. It was so utterly pathetic to Bobbie, she had to close her eyes for a moment, and let her brow furrow, because sometimes even the earth wants to cry from shame and hate. But it never does. It never could. It is not in its nature. And Bobbie opened her eyes after what seemed only a slow blink, and they were strong, and dry, and wild.

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

[light.]

The room was filled with the morning light, which bathed the surface of the furniture, in earthy colours such as brown, beige, cream and white. But mostly brown, tables and chairs made of woods, like the house they were in, like the forest where the house was placed. Earth, that place was full of that element, maybe combined with white, light. The big windows let the light come inside with no opposition, making everything bigger, the house seemed to have more space. Effects of the light, combined with earth. Some elements meant to be together. All of them could live together, in peace and maybe harmony. A fire at the fireplace, warm spiced air around the room, earth around the house, a river down the hill, light during the day and darkness during the night. But there was always a predominant element, one that ruled above them all. In this case, obviously earth, they were surrounded by a forest. The other element were secondary, except war and knowledge, which could be found in the feeling of every human beings. Again, humans; earth creatures.

This isn't a place for a flame, neither for a fire girl.

This thoughts crossed over Alessandra's mind, while her eyes were locked on the fireplace, where some bright orange flames danced over the logs, licking them with their fiery tongues. That place wasn't meant for the fire, fire couldn't befriend Earth. Alessandra's gaze followed the flames, hypnotised by their dance over the branches, which still smelled like forest; the fire was devouring them quickly. That's what would happen if Alessandra lose control over herself, her feeling or her emotions. The whole forest [a national park and a natural reserve] could be reduced to ashes, with no chance to control it. Would firefighters survive a storm of fire, trees falling covered by yellow and red flames or rivers of molten lava? They wouldn't have a chance. Alessandra was once told, when she discovered her power, that elements weren't good or bad, their alliance with either of them was made by who controlled them, that every element could be a source of life and creativity or a source of destruction and pain. But Alessandra couldn't seem to find the good part of her element, there wasn't a good part of her element. Just pain and destruction, no life.

The other blonde girl, the girl with blue eyes just like her was standing a few steps closer. Alessandra couldn't do anything but smile, that girl seemed nice, really nice. And not very talkative, something they shared, although Alessandra enjoyed talking with people she knew, but that room was full of strangers, teenagers she didn't know. Alessandra could at least try to remember their names and powers. The first one she noticed had been Stan, the boy next to her who first talked to her, which element was air. The Air God. Alliance with her element: good. Next to him stood Tyler, who was now talking with Stan, stretching hands, probably introducing themselves. Alessandra didn't know Tyler's element. The next person in order of nearness was the blonde girl, which element was unknown. But there were other teens in the room, debating and chatting in the middle of the living room, a group composed by James, Miriam and Jake. Miriam was the war goddess, so her first guessing was completely right, inspired by the feelings the girl awakened inside her: fury. A very difficult emotion to control for a fire elemental. The next in line was James, obviously the knowledge god, for those who hadn't guessed his power by now, but by the looks of some of the teens they were starting to find it annoying and irritating. The last one was Jake, the water elemental, but he seemed not to know, and genuinely confused by our words. But what could have brought him to a god and goddess meeting if he didn't have any powers? By her contradictory feelings, Alex knew for sure he was the water god, with no doubt. That made seven teens, they were missing one, who could be darkness, light or earth. But the room was brilliant, bright, filled with light. The darkness elemental wasn't there, that only left light and earth. Maybe Tyler was light, which left Earth for the blue eyed girl.

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


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

quote by author unknown

[Artesian]

[Ooc: Question: What time is it? Morning, evening, afternoon? I'm a little bit confused.]

[light.]

[[ morning yet, I'll be updating the times at the front page ]]

[~Dezzi~]

[ [color=#color]Desiree Rose Blackburn[/color]] - [ [color=#color]Female[/color] ] -[ [color=#color]I am 17[/color] ] -[ [color=#color]one word to describe your character - CRAZY![/color] ]

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[ n a m e ] [color=#color]Desiree Rose Blackburn[/color]
[ n i c k n a m e ] [color=#color]Dezzi, Rose, Dez, Rosie[/color]
[ a g e ] [color=#color]17[/color]
[ b i r t h ] [color=#color]September 23, in London [/color]
[ g e n d e r ] [color=#color] female[/color]
[ o r i g i n ] [color=#color]your character's procedence[/color]

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[ p h y s i c a l ][ a p p e a r a n c e ] [color=#color]detailed character's description, from head to toes.[/color]
[ e y e ][ c o l o r ] [color=#color]My eyes are deep chocolate brown with a hint of gold flecks in it. they are actually hazel and change colors with my mood..it goes from either light or dark[/color]
[ h a i r ][ c o l o r ] [color=#color]My hair is onyx black with a deep shade of sapphire blue int it. it shines bluer in the sunlight. and in regular light you can hardly see the blue at all[/color]
[ e t h n i c i t y ] [color=#color]the ethnicity, skin description[/color]
[ h e i g h t ] [color=#color]i am 5 foot and 3 inches [/color]
[ w e i g h ] [color=#color]I weight about 110.7 pounds. give or take on a good day[/color]
[ m o d i f i c a t i o n s ] [color=#color]I have snake bite peircings one lip rin on each side of my bottom lip. I have my tounge peirced, and i have three tattoos. One on each wrists saying Love(on the left) and Hurts(on the right) and the other one is on my neck and it says 'I'm here for you' dedicated for my older brother[/color]

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[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] [color=#color]I am a hothead sometimes. i like to fight and argue. If we dont aregue at least once or twice we arent going to make a good pair or anything. I can be sweet and kind though. Like if you are my closest friend then i will do anything for you. I wont back talk adults and i am highly respectful. My mother taught me that. and she says that if 'you want to be treated nice. you have to treat then nice' so i go by that and my own philosophy, 'if people are mean to you. get meaner!' I am well rounded and i have a gemini spirit. i can be nice and friendly one minute then the next i can be chewing your head off. I dont really think i have dont that literally...hmm nope i havent, just metaphorically. I loose my memory often..and ask alot of questions. I can be a little slow but who isnt? I am funny and energetic. I can be alot of fun if you let me[/color]
[ h i s t o r y ] [color=#color]Hmm..history? Okay. well i grew up like any other normal kid. I had a loving family and great friends. I had good grades and was on the honor roll alot. But when i got into my 9th grade year of high school everything changed i started to hang around the wrong crowd and i started to get into fights and stuff. I hate that i did but i did. by the time i became a senior i nearly passed. I had to do alot of summer school because of my suspentions and my absent days. I am still trying to get back into the habit of my grades and stuff..but my life style changed so drastically it became hard for me. then to top it all off i live with my dad..and thats not good for a growing teen girl. my mom left us when i was in 8th grade. she never came back home. we dont know if she is dead or started her life over or not...[/color]
[ l o v e s ] [color=#color]I LOVE! Hello Kitty, Pokemon, My friends, My dad, hmm BOYS BOYS AND BOYS! and I love walking down the beach feeling the sand between my toes and the ocean water splashing against my legs. I love drawing and writing and im good at it[/color]
[ h a t e s ] [color=#color]I HATE! people that lie to me, people that bring up my mom, those stupid anime shoes that no one understands, ummm games that you can never grasp your head around, and i hate when someone tries to give me food and force me to eat it. Ya just dont do that[/color]
[ f a m i l y ] [color=#color]kaden Blackburn~~ Father
Maria blackburn~~Mother(deceased)[/color]

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[ c r u s h ] [color=#color]Im looking[/color]
[ o r i e n t a t i o n ] [color=#color]straight as a door nail[/color]
[ s t a t u s ] [color=#color]looking[/color]

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[ p o w e r ] [color=#color]hmmm...Water? Like i can pull water out of living things and it does what i want..i can control it[/color]
[ s t r e n g t h s ] [color=#color]I am a good runner and a good writer. I can hit pretty hard, i am good in english and forgein languages. i can sing pretty [/color]
[ w e a k n e s s e s ] [color=#color]I am really bad at fighting in combat. I hate math and i am horrible at it. i fail it everytime i take that class. i am clumsy and fall over alot. i have no balance and know rhythm. i basically suck at all sports. i cant play any intruments either[/color]
[ u s e s ] [color=#color]I can take it out of living things and control it. making it go into other things or useing it as a weapon. and i cant turn it to ice and throw shards of ice at my target[/color]

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

All the right friends in al the wrong places,
Yeah, we're going down,
You see all the right moves and all the wrong faces,
Yeah, we're moving down.

Just paint the picture of a perfect place
They got it better than what anyone's told you
They'll be the King of Hearts, and you're the Queen of Spades
Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers

I know we've got it good
But they got it made
And the grass is getting greener each day
I know things are looking up
But soon they'll take us down,
before anybody's knowing our name.

James winced. Emotion and information was coming from every corner of the room at an insane speed of thirty gigabites per second, enough to fry the most advanced computer on the market, and James wasn't having an easy time, precisely. He struggled to control the nerve and raw fear rolling off his frontal lobe, further enhanced by the fact that he knew, to some level of subconcious, that he was as easy to read as an open book with a 72 point font size, at least to Miriam. He'd have to find some way of concealing his thoughts but, right now, his head hurt too much to be thinking about such trivial thoughts.

James Strider is considered annoying by many.

Non-surprisingly so.

By the looks of it, many were frowning at James' long spurns of irrelevant facts. This - strangely - didn't bother James to a certain extreme, but it made him nervous. He had obviously caused a negative first impression on one-too-many, but he had predicted - with obvious accuracy - that this would happen. Why? Normal humans, accursed with average brain capacity - lower than a 257 IQ range, top of the scale mark that James had tested himself on -, did not like being out of synch with daily routine. They woke up at same hours, ate at same hours, talked about the same things, boring as it may seem. Strange chips of unnecessary information were found annoying, irking the slower ones, and discarded quickly these snippets of Knowledge that might, someday, come in handy. What wasn't ''in the norm'' was considered dangerous to those that didn't think 'out of the box'.

"I'm guessing you're James, right?...D*mn you're smart...What am I saying, of course you are. You don't need me to tell you that, huh?" Followed by "Scaring the kid, eh?..."

Well, finally someone figured it out.

James raised his eyebrows, shaking his head distractedly to the voices that spoke to him, not registering exactly who was pronouncing those words, while slapping his hands onto his head, rubbing different accupunctural areas around his temples and neck area as to relieve some of his swelling brain's pressure. Too much was happening. Too fast. He opened his mouth slightly - lips only parting from each other -, closed his eyes, in took in a sharp breath of air. The body could rely on both aerobic and anaerobic respiration; one breath could do you as long as 6 minutes before you passed out. 12 until you died. At least his body would now have to regulate it's heartbeat - slowing it dramatically - to not pass out from lack of oxygen.

"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?..."

Miriam humoured the water-able - but still not openly acknowledged so - and James found a smile creeping up his face as the dark girl sent him jokes filled with sarcasm and wit. He liked this girl, but she still was an open danger to him and his source of power. But these were obviously no myths. After all, all rumours hold some part of truth. "Myths? No, not myths. Definitely not stories. The gods have existed for hundreds or thousands of years. First as the Prehistoric, followed by the Romans, finalised by the Greeks. We are just reborn into one form or another until, eventually, we are of no use to human-kind. Only the Romans and Greeks thoroughly worshipped their deities, resulting in ones that ambled the Earth in physical form. We are only the second generation to be dressed in a human exterior," James pronounced lightly, room wheeling around him as everyone's muddled thoughts and facts criss-crossed in front of his sight. "In fact, most of you are over fifty thousand years old, in spirit. I am a mere thirty, the youngest out of you all, and the most expanding of the group. After all, Cromagnon's had little to no need of a deity that handled rocket science, did they? However, the Greeks did have a medicine god, a god for the builders, a messenger god, a herbological god... You get the gist." James finished off with a weak sarcastic tone, knowing nobody would understand what the heck he was going on about.

"I am reborn from Athena. Air from Aeolus, Water from Poseidon. Earth from Gaia, Fire from Hephaestus. Light from Zeus. War from Ares." His frases were chopping up now, losing their fluidity. With a crack at a smile, James raised his head out from his palms, turning to the stream of thought that came from the fireplace. "Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but you used to have a much uglier face back in the Ancient Era. Blame that on Zeus over there, he threw you off Olympia because you were a bastard. Luckily, the time-space continuum has granted for a better one this time," he said, letting out a light-hearted chuckle, shaking his head at Alex.

Caffeine is a stimulant, alcohol a depressant.

A look of pity crossed Barbara's eyes as he swept his own gaze over the room, searching for the War Goddesses' ever-reading gaze. Pity would be sparked in many, he supposed. She obviously thought he was as stupid as the rest, only granted with the access to elegan, refined demeanor, speech, and conversation material. She obviously didn't expect him to know about certain things in her past that didn't want revealing, but, sadly, he did. What a pity. A brother that was so alike his sister, so close, but so easily separated. However, he wouldn't dwell, or hold any grudges. Grudges were a dangerous thing for a God of Knowledge, as Athena learnt with the little incident with Ariadne, the spider-weaver. James shuddered. Spiders. Even now, the fears of the past gods still clung to the new ones.

"No, this is some sick joke. Because there is no way that I got thrown into a place with a bunch of loonies."

Standing up, James pushed his way out of the crowd, towards the kitchen. Eyes still closed, he made his way towards the high-tech kitchen using a map picked up from the Stream earlier on, and, as he got there, opened up the first aid cupboard, pulling out a pack of Omeprazol - a medical intestine protector in the form of pills -, a box of spanish-ground Marcilla coffee and the bottle of disinfectant alcohol. "Loonies? Perhaps. I myself am far away from sane, as probably many of you have noted and thought already. But does that make us wild? Crazy?" A pause, by which he swallowed two Omeprazol intestinical protectors and three spoonfulls of dry coffee. "Yes. Most probably so." A wild smile occupied his features. "But that doesn't change reality. We are re-born Gods. We are meant to walk the world," he said passionately, his gaze falling directly on the tiring possessor of Earth, Barbara.

It's not over yet, hun. I haven't given up on the fight yet.

With a sweep of his hand, James splurged a good quarter of the raw alcohol on the shiny polished surface of the granite table, before bending down and inhaling the quickly evaporating liquid deeply. Relief followed; the alcohol dubbed his mind, slowing the flow of thoughts down to a manageable 1 giga. Slowly, a smile crept on his face, and, leaving the bottle of liquid where it stood, he made his way methodically down to the teens again, yet passing by their side, not pushing through to the middle once more. Now happy, he slid the glass window open, allowing for a gusty breeze to fill the stiffling room, and walked outside. Quiet. Peace. Finally.

"You don't need me, or precisely want me, either. Miriam, if you want some sort of a challenge, I shall wait out here for you, patiently so," he called back, pocketing his hands and rocking melodiously with his eyes cold to the tempo of the ever-nearing storm.

All the right friends in al the wrong places,
Yeah, we're going down,
You see all the right moves and all the wrong faces,
Yeah, we're moving down.

Just paint the picture of a perfect place
They got it better than what anyone's told you
They'll be the King of Hearts, and you're the Queen of Spades
Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers

I know we've got it good
But they got it made
And the grass is getting greener each day
I know things are looking up
But soon they'll take us down,
before anybody's knowing our name.

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

[111misc]

{Hey Dezzi, I'm sorry to say, but this RP closed, and all the spaces are taken. Just thought you might want to know.}
{Also, a bit of word block...don't judge me! xD}

Bobbie had taken her eyes off the others, and let them wander around the wooded room. It was nice, she decided, and it reminded her of the ground she lived for, which was always a good thing. It's filtered light shining upon warm tables and grainy chairs, it was lovely, and was at ease here in this forest. However, it was still just a house. Still a roof over four walls, and a floor, covering the beautiful dirt. Trees had been cut down to build this, and though it was beautiful, and it seemed filled with the things Bobbie loved the most in the world, the sunlight, the earth, the life, it was still just dead.

Catching herself in the midst of her reveries, thinking about the deadness of the room, the strangers whom she didn't really want to meet, Bobbie realized, not suddenly, but guiltily, how silent she was being. She understood how that would come across, even if she didn't mean anything by it. Flicking her eyes at James, as he murmured something about who they used to be, as Greek myths, a witty smile flashed over her tanned, freckled, face. Bobbie wondered if that meant she was his grandmother, then. Before she could reply, though, with even her name to them all, he'd walked out, into the streaming sunlight, calling Miriam towards him, for something or another. Barbara watched him walk out, curious about him, his gaze, having had locked on hers just a moment ago, chilling.

Bobbie couldn't help think of the phrase: Innocence is bliss, but knowledge is power. What type of power could someone like that possess? And what kind of childhood did he have? Probably, she figured, almost despondently, none at all. Turning to the rest of the group, a ghost of her smile still present on her full lips, but most sparkling in her ever stable eyes, Bobbie shrugged lightly, as if giving in to some silent question. "People called me Bobbie," she said, using the past tense on purpose. Because it was the past. There were no more people in her life, anymore. No more family, or friends, or....anybody. Just these strangers, just these gods. "Barbara Wycliffe, technically, but I think that sounds pretentious," she added, giving a humorous smile, but even that was grave, and strong, like a warrior laughing.

Bobbie thought it was rather humorous, they way they all looked. How very shallow of the fates, she imagined, to reencarnate whatever spirits were inside them into these bodies. Because there was no doubt every person in that room was lovely, in one way or another. Thinking more about it, the towheaded girl figured James might be right, about them being Greek, because the qualities were evident. Both her and Alex having blond hair, and blue eyes, the delicate features of all three of the girls, especially Miriam, the thin, willowy stature of them all. And for the boys, too, with strong jaws and intense gazes, broad shoulders and charming good looks. Though they were all different, together, stuck in some room in a random forest, it wasn't even that difficult to imagine they really were divine. Together, they almost gave off the aura of it.

"Anyways, according to James, I'd be Gaia." Pausing for a moment, blackish blue eyes glanced outside hungrily, Turning back to the remaining kids, and a slight feeling of helpfullness overcame her commons sense. Earth may always be strong, but it was the element of nutrition and health and life, too. Maybe she was getting a bit too social for her own personal tastes, but then, with the light streaming down on her and the musky smells of the trees and flowers permeating the room, her element got the best of her. "Well, I think I'm going to go put my bags down and then go check out the grounds, see how my element works out here, if it's any different," she said, looking around again before smiling slightly, but it was a sort of half smile, like always. The ground did feel different here, richer, fuller, wetter. Back home, it was more dry and crumbly, under her feet, and didn't feel as stable. "Anyone else want to come?" She asked, kicking her bags next to the table that stood before her, so as to be out of the way enough for her to walk. "I mean, unless you'd all rather lounge about here, making small talk," she said, making a bit of fun out of the pure awkwardness of the conversation, not to mention everyone's lack of conversation, or seemingly willingness to be friends.

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

[Artesian]

~~Stanley Jennsen ~~

Stanley shook his head at the Native American teen, Jake's, outburst. Out of our minds? Crazy? It would sound pretty crazy to someone who'd never had a moment while hiking to realize that he hadn't breathed in the past five minutes and felt fine. It would sound crazy if you've never felt a storm coming from miles away. If you've never had a fit of anger which caused you to be enveloped in a personal dust devil. Yeah, he could completely understand his confusion.

He slipped off his backpack and shoved it and his suitcase under a coffee table, out of the way of tripping feet, and, mumbling a polite excuse me to the blond girl with blue eyes, brushed past her, just barely touching the tips of her long hair with his side. It felt... unpleasant - like the room had suddenly turned stuffy, slowing his thoughts to a crawl even as his body felt lighter and clumsy - but it was over with quickly. He continued crossing the room, trailing a finger on the couch.

Miriam was addressing him now, telling him that he'd spoiled the fun. He had no idea how to respond to that (why would someone want to make other people uncomfortable like that?). When she continued (clearly unnerving the nervous teen even more) he felt a slight rise of nervousness. She can read minds? Wow. he thought. It seemed even more unfair that she enjoyed knowing someone's name just because of a lucky power, yet refused to help anyone else.

Nerds never bothered him back home, even James was okay really (just a know-it-all, literally), but nerds who refused to help others when they were confused and asked for help? That wasn't right. The negative emotion thing was odd, but it was something like that with him, wasn't it. He loved being around people who were sad, upset or angry, because that was something he could help with. He could make someone's lives better. The 'feeding' part of it sounded weird, but maybe she'd explain what she meant later. He nodded, showing that he understood at least part of what she was saying. "Everyone's a little different. I'm sure we'll be able to get along okay."

He sat down in a hard chair on the other side of Jake, who was standing by the granite table in the middle of the room. James was expounding again, but this time he understood a lot more of what he was saying. He had watched Clash of the Titans and other myths, plus his Mom loved those old gods. She'd been to Bryn Mawr and studied arts back when she was his age, and still had a little statuette of Athena in her room. He wondered if James would be offended if he told him that his Mom was a big fan of his previous feminine self. Probably.

Then Jake, obviously not believing any of this mythology stuff, was snapping at Miriam angrily. A sick joke... bunch of loonies... Yeeeah, that probably wasn't a good idea. Something about her screamed danger to Stan. Plus, a mind reader? Anyone could see that mind-reading made her a person to tread carefully around. Of course, she could tell that he was thinking that. And that he was thinking that she could tell that he was thinking that she could... Error.

James had stood up angrily and left the room at Jake's upset outburst, and Stan opened his mouth and closed it again, turning to Jake. "I guess you didn't get a letter or anything? Nothing that explained any of this?" Stan asked, then let out a puff of air from his lips. "No wonder you think we're crazy. Here," he said, and handed him the envelope he'd been sent. "The examples are all about me, but you'll get the gist." He leaned over, and musing about the pointlessness of whispering around mind-readers and know-it-all's, whispered to Jake. "Between you and me, I'm pretty skeptical too. That whole bit about Aeolus... preeeetty crazy. Could be true, but..." he shrugged. "Dunno."

He'd kept the paper listing everyone's names, and - running his finger down the list - found Jake's name. Ah. They'd be room-mates! At least he wouldn't be stuck with the know-it-all, who'd probably find an air-god or whatever pretty boring company.

The know-it-all (a somewhat respectful term in Stan's mind now) had returned, carrying a pack of pills, a can of dried coffee and some sort of bottle. He didn't seem all that mentally stable, proving it by taking a couple pills and some dry coffee, before continuing to declare his insanity. Okay.

He leaned out of the way of the alcohol fumes, coughing, and turned his head to watch James leave. Huh. he thought, vaguely, and leaned forward to screw the cap back on the alcohol bottle. Now that was... odd. I wonder if he's got some mental thing that they didn't let him bring his normal drugs for?

The gusty breeze swirled through the room, and a faint smile danced on Stan's lips as the wind ruffled his light, fluffy hair. He could taste the scents of the trees and the plains beyond. He wondered how much acreage this place was on, and if he'd be allowed to hike it soon. Maybe tomorrow morning... maybe today. He smiled more broadly. Barbara, Bobbie was suggesting just that, and Stan's heart twisted. To go outside in a non-awkward way with her - Earth, which explained it - or stay inside while she left. Which would be nice. He couldn't decide.


~~Feeling indecisive in the main room with everyone but Echo and James~~

[Ooc:@(I Promise): Sorry to be nitpicky, but I'm a big mythology and history nerd, and it was the Greeks and then the Romans. I love the bit with spiders and Ariadne though, great tie-in. ^.^]

[my Lalia]

Mood:
calm
With:
Everyone but Echo and James
Where:
At the house in the living room
Saying:
"Rain from the heavens can be a gift from god."

Jake felt like his mind was about to explode from all the confusion he was having but suddenly became calm when he felt the storm off in the distance release the rain that it had locked away. It was pouring where the storm was and the thought of the rain soothed Jake, even if he found it a little scary. He looked at Miriam then after she had told him what he was thinking, which in all honesty made him vary uncomfortable though what she said about "feeding" off negative emotions didn't fase him. He could see though the faint signs of pleasure she was getting from his stress and slight anger, he was use to seeing such signs back in his "dark times".
"I don't want you in my head and I'm sure you don't want to be in there either, as for that negative 'feeding' thing I don't care. You could feed off me as long as you want right now, just please stay out of my head." He said sounding a little defeated, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he was stuck there and that he had the power over the element water. Jake looked away from Miriam at the boy that knew everything, he listened to him for a moment as he explained about how they were gods like those of ancient Greece. Maybe he can help me. Jake suddenly thought at he listened, if he was the "god" of water then he was going to need help understanding how to actually control it as he had no idea how to. Plus add the fact he was no good at school type stuff, no, Jake was only really good at the physical stuff but he guessed that the guy already knew that.

Jake looked down at Stan and lifted an eyebrow, "No, I got no letter. I was just picked up and brought here. Plus there would be no where for them to even mail a letter to, since I was living at a homeless shelter for the past week or so." He said as he took the letter from Stan, he skimmed over it quickly shaking his head the whole time. It was a hard thing to take in and most of the poeple so far weren't helping him though this, other then Stan who seemed like a nice person, someone that Jake could get along with. He handed back the letter to Stan and nodded, "So we're room mates then? Nice to meet and thanks for letting me read the letter." He said as he listened to the thunder that sounded ruther away now, the storm was slowing greatly now. Now that I'm calm...... I need help.

Looking towards the door where three people stood watching and making small talk with each other. He noticed the small blonde haired bright blue eyed girl was looking at him with pity and disbelief, she no doubt thought that he was stupid and maybe he was. But he didn't look at her like that, he looked at her and the others with a calm and kind face with only his eyes betraying just how humiliated he really was. He wasn't one to judge others and he wasn't going to start, it was something he had to learn while growing up as he knew if you labelled someone right off the bat you would never truelly get to know the person. He looked away from the group and looked back at Miriam, he knew she could feel his defeat and his humiliation and for some strange reason he hoped that it brought her comfort or what she felt when 'feeding' off negative emotions. Nice even when your miserable, you sure are a door mat. He thought as looked over his shoulder as he watched the little blonde hair girl walk around the room, she had grace when she walked though he could tell that she could be a little clumsy at times not that he cared.
When she finally spoke, Jake was a little suprised by just how strong her voice was.
Bobbie, Miriam, Alex, Stan, Tyler and that other smart guy. He thought as he stored everyones name in his head, he liked knowing peoples names when he wished to talk to them. I think I'm just going to call that smart guy Athena since I didn't get his name. He thought before Bobbie asked if anyone wanted to explore the grounds a bit, "I'll come with you if you don't mind being in the company of an idiot." Jake said with a slight smile, he needed to get out of the house, he needed time to think but he wouldn't mind being in the company of someone.