Marshall Terr
Marshall smiled back. "Oh you don't have to worry about me hurting you. Mainly because I can't punch, or kick, or do anything athletic. But I can shoot lightening, and steal your energy. But you don't have to worry about me pretending to be happy talking to you. My emotions are pretty distinguishable, so if I was angry or if I really did hate you, you'd be able to tell pretty easily." Marshall brushed his bangs out of his face and stared up at the other boy.
Emily Opal
Emily just burst out laughing as Katrina described one of her hallucinations. "Oh my gosh, that is hilarious. I'm sorry, it just is." She chuckled and made her way over to the cabinets, full of what they needed to make hamburgers. "Ok so I can't really touch anything, soooooo. You'll be doing everything. And I can tell ya what to do, and everything."



