by Caskett » Tue Apr 17, 2012 12:44 pm
((I am I still going? I'm going to pretend like I am, and then I will delete this if it is not on track with the rest of the story.))
"I can, umm, turn invisible." Violet felt small, and like she didn't belong, especially with all the eyes staring into her back. She felt like running, but forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her lungs filling up with oxygen. As she released the breath, an familiar sensation danced up and down her arms, and the souls of her feet. She could feel it spider-webbing up to her shoulders and thighs, and spreading a prickling, numbing emptyness through her limbs. It was cold, but not unpleasantly, and was strangly satisfying. Once she felt it had completely encased her body, she opened her eyes, letting out her breath. She could, of course, still see herself, but it was more like a heat wave in the shape of herself. She knew that the crowd couldn't see any part of her. She waited a couple seconds, then released the grip she had on the emptyness, letting the warmth and feeling flow back into her arms and toes, and relaxing every muscle. "I can also turn objects," she stated, flatly, as swivelled her gaze around for somehting to turn invisible. She reached into her back pocket for her phone, and help it in her hand, resting on her upturned palm. Violet had only realized that she could maminpulate objects recently, and so she wasn't able to control the invisibility as well as she could when it was hiding her own body, but she told herself to count to five. She released the emptyness from inside, but, instead of letting it race to its full capacity, she concentrated on confining all of it into her fingertips, locked around the phone. She held her breath and focused as hard as she could, willing it to turn invisible. Slowly, almost unperceptably, it began to dissappear. Once satisfied with the invisibility, she held out her palm at arm's length. The phone rested on top of it, she could feel, but to her it looked like nothing was there. Glancing at Wolfie, she released the emptyness and it retreated back into her, the phone reappearing.