Orion & Naomi Stewart

[Orion & Naomi Stewart]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Orion Jones and Naomi Katherine Stewart
Nickname: None
Age: Sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s):
Gestalt Pair
Individually, no powers. Together, they have average¹⁰ abilities. Super-strength and intelligence, and they act as one entity. Involuntary ability. Side-effect includes the gradual loss of individuality. By the time they have total control over their power, they will be one entity shared between two bodies.

Play By: Alexis Knapp and Erik Knudsen

Let it F L O W . . .

If there was a pair of twins who should never have been meta, should never have been Gestalts, it would be the Stewarts. They are interviewing for a position, two acting as one entity for the price of one (or so they claim), and the prospective employer can see it without even asking any questions. They do not look alike. He is blonde, small, with a stocky build, curly blonde hair and a look that is casual and conservative. Her hair is redder, possibly dyed, her clothes more revealing, her skin paler and her look murderous. The only similarity between them (aside from the height, which is the same at the rather unimpressive 5'9") is the eyes--hazel, bright and intelligent. They are not fully synchronized. He'd met Gestalts before and knew how it looked, and the Stewarts didn't follow the mold. They could pick up each other's sentences well enough, sure, and knew what the other was thinking. But at times what they said was contradictory (coming out of her mouth, of course), and their movements weren't right--not smooth, but jerky and moving away from each other, as if fighting it.

This was one pair that he didn't envy the trainers for dealing with.

"So...you're at Hammel now?" he asks.

The boy, Orion, nods. "Yes, sir. We've been there for about four years."

"And I'm actually starting to enjoy it," the girl, Naomi, adds. "His influence."

"Of course." And there's that look that passes between them--wary, but similar in its wariness. The employer would be willing to bet neither of them was very good at trust before this began.

"Where were you before?" he says instead.

"Foster care."

"And before that, different foster care. And before that, a mom."

The employer feels lost. This is less like an interview and more like an expose, but he nods anyways, encouraging them to continue. Naomi's eyes are boring into him, but she's smiling faintly.

"Our mother was an addict," Orion explains. "We were taken away from her when we were six and put into foster care."

"In Michigan," Naomi adds. "It wasn't bad."

"For one of us."

"I've heard foster care can be pretty nasty."

"It can." To his surprise, it is Naomi who speaks now, shrugging her shoulders.

"We had very different experiences." Orion again. They may not have been fully synchronized, but they understood each other and seemed to share the memories. They could pick up where the other left off without needing a cue. And while the interviewer suspects that Naomi on her own would've glorified in a gruesome and horrific tale, Orion (whom he senses was the more down-to-earth of the two,) seemed to influence her into keeping it matter-of-fact. "We were separated."

"It's common," Naomi says. "He was a good child, smart, so he went to a place where he could excel. I had problems, so I didn't."

"Oh." He considers this for a moment, glancing at his watch. He has nothing to do for the next few hours, and decides he's willing to continue the conversation. He's not sure if he wants to hire them, but he's interested. "How did you find out you were--Gestalt, then?"

"Accident," Orion says promptly. "I was returned to the main foster home when I was twelve, after four years of not seeing Naomi at all."

"We started being very close," Naomi says. "I wasn't that bright, but I did better in classes. He lashed out more, I behaved myself and we both got stronger."

"Blood test proved the rest." Orion's turn.

"And here we are."

"I see." The interviewer looks down at his notes and decides to steer the conversation to something a little more--normal. "What would you say your greatest faults were?"

"Stubbornness."

"Impatience."

"We smoke."

The interviewer's brows climb at this. "But you're not legal."

The look the twins gave him said clearly, "so?" So he coughs and shuffles his paperwork.

"And your greatest assets?"

"Intelligence, strength and speed," Orion was the one with the right answers, it seems.

"Skill, ability to learn, double the work for one price. C'mon, it's not that hard." And Naomi the more sarcastic.

"Do you...do you feel you'll be here for long? You should only have two more years of school."

"We're fighting it." Straight-forward again.

"Theory is it's because we didn't know each other much as kids. Who knows?"

"But we'll be here for a while."

"Ah." The interviewer is silent for a while, and when he speaks, he seems to have something else on his mind. "I know this is not a--work question, but I have wondered. Does who you're interested in dating--change?"

"Yes and no." Naomi smiles at the expression on his face. To his surprise, Orion did too.

"We were too young to have figured that out yet," he explains. "Right now, we go for both."

"I see. And, ah, your names? They're quite...unusual."

"Mother liked to read. We've been told that's quite unusual for a crackhead." The interviewer flinches, but Naomi does not. She and Orion are watching him now, eyes boring into his head.

"We have other siblings, older ones. A lot of them. I guess she ran out of names when she had us."

"Have you...maintained contact with them?"

"No."

"It's not so easy." Naomi is twisting a lock of hair around her finger, seemingly unaware that while she does that her brother bobs his knee up and down. Nervous habit or just the influence on each other again? "They were taken before we were born. We don't know where they are."

"Sounds...hard."

"It's life. You get used to it."" And Naomi looks at Orion, as if surprised that those words have come out of his mouth. The three sit in silence for a time, and then Naomi looks back at the interviewer.

"I'm guessing by the spate of personal questions--"

"That we aren't getting the job?"

The interviewer shakes his head. He knows it isn't a good idea to anger metas, especially Gestalts, who can be alarmingly overpowered, but in spite of the rough attitude (that only came sometimes) and the even worse history, these two don't worry him. He suspects only half of whatever they'll transition into wants the job anyways. "No. Ah, you didn't answer the questions very well. And then there's the--uh, history. Naomi, you have a record. Nothing too serious, but shoplifting and alcohol possession as a minor don't serve well in a clothing shop."

"But we're much more responsible now."

"Sort of. We get better grades. And don't swear or steal so much." She shakes her head and climbs to her feet. "I get it. Thanks for your time."

"You've been very patient," Orion adds. "Thank you for your time.."

They move to the door, and the interviewer stands up and watches them leave. Then he slumps back down in his seat and rubs his head. Well. He doesn't know what will happen. What they will be like when they synchronize, what their peers will make of them, and how the world will handle them. But he wishes all of them a hell of a lot of luck.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Lugia!
Age: Legal. This is all you need to know.
RP Experience: Ten years. Crap.
How did you find us?: An ad. A looong time ago.

Show your S K I L L S . . .

Um. *points to brood*

[Dryope *]

Accepted!

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