Time Warp:Smells Like What? Teen Spirit?(Sean)

Sean Neville would be right in his assessment of Renee. She was a poser at worst. She liked leading, she enjoyed being the center of attention, she was trying to be something she wasn't for the sake of shock effect, as most rebellious teenagers did. Renee liked being edgy and superior to others around her. It made her feel like she was in control of her life, a life that had gone so out of control the moment she manifested her powers. Renee liked being Dahlia. At the moment, Renee needed to be Dahlia.

Dahlia looked down at the tissue Dr. Neville had placed on the desk and rolled her eyes, masticating the pink blob with greater haste to get the last vestiges of flavor from the gum, then balled it up with her tongue and took it out between her fingers. She reached forward and placed it on the tissue like it was some sort of trophy before wrapping it up and dropping it into the nearby bin. There was no point in putting up a fuss here, Dahlia at least knew better than that.

She grinned at Dr. Neville's comment. "What woulda happen'd if she did?" If she'd let it go on any longer, maybe things would have gotten more interesting?

There might've been a small, tiny, itty-bitty twinge of remorse within the tough-talking girl, but wherever it was, Dahlia kept it repressed as much as possible, focusing far more on the fun she and her girls were having at the time. At least she thought the other girls were having a good time, they were laughing like a bunch of rabid hyenas. It wasn't like she made them do anything, Dahlia merely....made a suggestion. "Why don't you..." and all that. The ringleader herself never touched the girl.

"Awww....you're no fun, doc." Dahlia really did care if she was grounded, so she'd have to curb any future hijinks to not include bodily harm. After all, if she was grounded to campus, she couldn't go out riding anymore. Though helping the groundskeeper wasn't too terrible, she decided. "Doncha get tired of being all frowny like that?"

As it is, you and he have a date for the next month.

Dahlia sat up and started fanning herself with her hands. "Oh, Doctor! Stop!" she teased, ooo-ing and ahh-ing here and there. "You're making me all hot n' bothered 'n wet, I can feel the burn....oh, no wait." She stopped and sneered at him. "That's just the yeast infection." Dahlia threw her head back, laughing at her own horrible little joke.

Dahlia trilled lips, disappointed that he didn't take that bait. Several times had she tried to rile this guy up in some way, shape, or form, but the Doc had nerves of steel. Actually, she often wondered if he wasn't just an emotionless robot, the way he always frowned every time Dahlia came in here. Then again, those looks might've just been his version of exasperation over having to see this girl yet again. "Good, God," Dahlia said with a roll of her eyes. "You really are such a prude. How old're you anyway? Like, 40?" The guy looked pretty young, but he acted like an old man.

"Awww...they're gonna be so disappointed...." Dahlia sometimes sent them, but sometimes they just "offered". It was actually kind of funny to see how far over backwards her little minions would bend just to please her. Either way, Dahlia didn't mind doing the detention or working the grounds. She'd just do her time, be set free, then would be back in this office again for some other offense that wasn't specified in the student handbook.....although thinking about it, she should probably read that sometime so she knew for sure.

Dahlia femininely lifted her shoulder to her ear, trying to look all sweet and innocent. "At least I get to see your handsome face everyday." She fluttered her eyelashes then puckered up to made two quick successive kissing sounds. "Dahr-ling."

Wow, she was just throwing out a ball-park number based off his mannerisms. But the Doc was really "thereabouts" 40 years old? Hmmm... With that in mind, Dahlia thought he really did look good for his age, considering she thought he was younger. He had that whole chiseled man-not-boy look going on about him. "I just hope when I'm you're age I don't forget how to have fun." Another eye-roll.

Dahlia wasn't really thinking much about the future at this point, however. She hardly thought about what was going to happen next week much less when she was forty. It wasn't that she expected to be 15 forever, but more that she just wanted to be 15 while she still was 15. She was well aware that she was going to move on to do something else once she got out of Hammel, but at this point she didn't have a clue what it was. Maybe college? Somewhere far away from this place.

That is, if she ever managed to graduate.

Dahlia wasn't concerned with her grades, she could get those back up if she wanted to. The biggest problem was controlling her power. She had a range 10 times as big than Mariah Carey's yet not a fraction of the control. Man, if Dahlia could manage that kind of accuracy with pitch, she's blow that bitch right out of the entertainment industry! Doing the high screechy stuff was easy. And Dahlia kind of liked the fact that she knock things over with her super bass voice. But getting all the stuff in between was the difficult part. After all, there were so many notes there! Muscle memory failed her often in that respect.

That was (almost) the reason for her clique. They were good practice. With what little she could do, Dahlia already had the entire school (probably not) eating out of her hand, boy's throwing themselves at her feet for her attentions when she put on that sexy voice. It was all kind of hilarious, actually. And she was getting better everyday. Actually, for a passing moment, Dahlia wondered just how much more she had improved. Dahlia smiled. With a voice as sweet and thick as honey, she spoke, looking at the dear doctor directly in the eye, "But, Sean," she started, using his first name without hesitation, "we were made for each other. Why don't you just, let it go?" Dahlia stood slowly and seductively, leaning forward to tease the doctor with an outstretched finger. She turned slightly to gently rest her him upon the edge of his desk. "You can just come here and hold me instead. Or would you like me to be the one to hold you?" She winked. "Nobody has to know."

Dahlia thought she was being clever. She thought she was being a little bit funny too. And hell, she thought she was better at it than this. But Dr. Neville was clearly not affected in the least, nor was he amused. As he stood to his full height, Dahlia felt like she was shrinking beneath his calm, yet commanding aura. It gave her a sinking pit within her stomach, the feeling a child gets when they're fully aware they just did something wrong, but weren't expecting to get caught nor for the consequences to be so...scary.

She nodded slowly, her face a little bit pale and clearly that of the child she was and not the woman she wanted to be. "Yes, sir," she said succinctly, followed by a clearing of the throat, "Dr. Neville," and Dahlia calmly slid herself off of Dr. Neville's desk and slinked away back into her own chair opposite the doctor's. She held her head down as he explained the reasons why her actions with her power was unacceptable. Dahlia...supposed she understood but...it was just a joke. She wasn't going to go through with it. She just wanted to see if she could do it. How was she supposed to get any better at controlling it if she didn't practice?

Dahlia wanted to voice these excuses, but they got caught in her throat, unable to pass through her lips. Instead, she asked a different question that had been concerning her. "When...when would that kind of power be acceptable to use?" If manipulating people was considered a violation and shouldn't be used, then why did those powers even exist?"

Really, she just wanted to see if she could do it. What was the point in having such a power if you weren't supposed to use it? Actually, was was the point of having powers anyway? She hardly even tried when it came to her minions, just think of what she could do if she actually tried!

Dahlia sighed. Really, there was a whole range of potential she had for her powers that was untapped. How was she supposed to get any good at it, or even just good at controlling the damned thing, if every time she attempted to it would be considered a "personal violation".

Really, Dahlia didn't get it.

Or maybe she did and just didn't care. Or just didn't want to acknowledge it. Who knew? All she really knew was that she definitely wasn't going to try that again, especially against someone as scary as Dr. Neville. (Really, she didn't know he could be so scary!)

Though she didn't really understand his answer to her question. "But, like, what if you don't got time to ask? I mean, sure, ok. Ask before you manipulate. But don't that kinda defeat the purpose? What if you gotta, t' like, I dunno, keep 'em from pushing a button that launches the missiles that starts World War III?"

But really, "What's the point of having this kind of power if you gotta ask before ya use it? Bet there ain't nobody out there who's gonna consent 'cept to help me "train"."