Making It Look Easy (Open)

[Malcom Black]

Members of security didn’t get lunch breaks at normal hours. Or, some of them didn’t. They had to be on hand during lunch, after all, when a lot of the students were all grouped together. Malcom hated lunch duty with a passion. There was nothing so boring as when a lunch hour went off smoothly, and nothing so nerve-wracking as when he didn’t.

Altogether, he was happy he didn’t have that to deal with. Oh-so-very happy. So he was celebrating with root beer (while wishing he had some twisted alchemy to make it real beer), and a fattening meal of reheated fried chicken and pizza.

Malcom was a firm believer in the “clogged arteries happen to other people” faith.

But being Malcom, he couldn’t do this like normal people. His reheated chicken had floated into the microwave, his pizza had removed itself from the bag, and his soda bottle was in the process of opening itself. Meanwhile, Malcom himself was seated, browsing videos on his phone.

You know that phrase “with great power comes great responsibility?” Yeah. This guy hasn’t figured that out yet.

Things probably would have continued smoothly, except for the door to the lounge opening. Concentration broke, and rootbeer bottle, pizza and phone all went diving toward the floor as Malcom leapt out of his chair with surprising agility to catch his meal. And he did manage to get it—it was just that he lost the phone in the process. He eyed the lost item ruefully, then looked up at the person who had opened the door.

“Couldn’t you knock first?” he asked. “I mean, c’mon. You nearly cost me my lunch there.” He set both items on the table, then went to retrieve the electronic device and turned it over in his hands ruefully.

“And you did cost me my phone. These things are hell to replace too…”

[Nathaly Yamachi]

Don’t believe whatever people say
You can make it

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Not knowing what she was about to do she took the step and ended up in the staff room. A guarding right behind her.
”It wasn’t my fault!” she signed dramaticly. She was obivios not agreing with the whole idea about spending her break in here. It was clear to see in her eyes that most of her patience was lost. She usally had so much but right know most of it was gone.

The guard who had taken her to the room didn’t say anything to begin with. He was just right behind her. He look at the other person and then Nathaly regonized who it was. And the words he had just spoken came to her mind. This wasn’t going to be her day. Nathaly was in a really bad mood, and the girl who normally was smiling and sweet had to keep her mouth shut or ells she would had ended up in even more problems.

”She’s one of your students!” was all the guard said. He gave Nathaly a bit push and then left the room. Nathaly turned and was about the throw the vase that was far out of her reach after him. But again she stopped herself. She had to.

So instead of doing something even more stupid at the moment or something else that breaking things, she – with her ability pulled a chair from the table and sat on it. Pending on what would happen now.

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[Malcom Black]

Students weren’t supposed to be taken to the staff lounge. Or, that was what the little voice in his head kept wailing as he stared blankly at the girl who had just been dragged into the room. He’d had lunch off so he could enjoy his break without students, and here she was….a student. Interfering with his break.

C’mon.

“Hey!” he managed after a moment, when the guard came in and was turning to leave. “Look, you’re supposed to take her to the guard’s office or something—I’m supposed to be off-duty——freakin’ hell!”

He was gone. Malcom was tempted to add a more colorful curse, but the student didn’t look that old. So he sighed instead, grabbed his fattening lunch and sat down in the chair, watching glumly as she drew the chair to her. Right. Two telekinetics in a room. Was it so much to ask for just some peace and quiet? He twisted open the bottle and took a swig, wishing once again that it was something a hell of a lot stronger, then set it down.

“All right, kid. What’s your name, and whatcha in for? Talk fast. I only have a bit of a break and I mean to spend the rest of it in silence if at all possible.”

Rude? Yes. But if she was here, she was obviously in trouble or had caused trouble, so he wasn’t inclined to be sympathetic.

[Nathaly Yamachi]

Don’t believe whatever people say
You can make it

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The person looked just as frustrated about her being in this room, as Nathaly was. She didn’t wanted to spend her time here. She wanted to be out enjoying her lunch. She was quite hungry and now she properly didn’t get to get any food. She wasn’t in the mood for this.

”It wasn’t my fault!” she started by making that as a statement. But she didn’t think he would believe her. The other guardian hadn’t believe her. Just because the power that were used could had been looking like hers. But she hadn’t been in reach and had been too tired and too occupied by looking at one of the new guys.

Her nails tapped against the table. She stopped before it got annoying
”Great because I want to use my break out there eating” she pointed against the door. A deep breath in and then slowly letting it go again.

She wasn’t in the best of all moods and she knew if she got to annoyed not that she used to get that, but today was just a bad day for her. But if she good to moody her power would start doing whatever it wanted and it was too often that it was something Nathaly didn’t wanted it to do.

”One of the other kids poured a bucket of ice cold water on one of the other staff members” it was the story Nathaly knew. She wasn’t sure it was the full length of it because she hadn’t even looked that way before the laughter was in the hallway and guardian had looked her way.
”Just because I like to cause troubles sometimes doesn’t mean I want to do it all the time” it was merely a whisper from her this time. ”I have other and better think to do” her mind seemed to swift away and out of this room for a short period of time, just to be brought right back.

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[Malcom Black]

Of course it wasn’t her fault. It never was their fault. Now in a school of metas who could only kind-of-sort-of control their powers, Malcom was inclined to believe her, if only for the fact that, well, it did make a quirky kind of sense.

Not that he’d ever say that aloud. No, that would mean that they’d sense weakness and pounce. And as a man with a lot of younger siblings, Malcom knew pretty well how to keep out of the range of fire. He eyed her for a moment, then down at his unhealthy and large meal.

Damn him for being nice. He sighed and got to his feet, offering her the pizza. Kids liked pizza, right? Besides, it was just cheese. Nothing offensive on it, for her or for him (because Malcom viewed that veggies belonged on salads and definitely not on pizza).

“Here. No reason for you to starve while you’re in here. Now you can eat. Half your problem solved.” And he sat back in his chair with a thump to start back at his meal. When she said what the student had done, he half-choked on it and sat there for a moment, eyes watering as he processed this beautiful mental image.

“Shame,” he gasped after a moment. “Can’t imagine why that caused any problems. Oh, what a beautiful picture…” He coughed a couple of times, then shrugged it off and waved his hands. “Look, kid, whoever pulled a prank will probably get cocky and try it again. Don’t worry about it too much. It’ll all work out in the end. Now eat quickly so I can kick you out and take you to the proper authorities, will ya? I’m trying to have my lunch break here. Peacefully.”

[Nathaly Yamachi]

Don’t believe whatever people say
You can make it

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When the pizza came her way she looked at the guardian. It did look pretty juicy. She eyed it and then looked at the guardian igen, but this time only shortly. Nothing special on the pizza, and maybe that was good. She could be a bit picky with her pizza so she minded her words and ended up saying nothing.

”Thanks” she mumbled and started breaking the pizza into smaller pieces. Maybe he was a grown up man that didn’t mind getting pizza all over her, but she wasn’t.

She started telling what the kid had done and looked a bit chocked on the guardian when he suddenly coughed. It wasn’t that reaction she would had expected. She wanted to ask if he was okay but when he said the last ‘peacefully’ she decided to just shut her mouth and took a bite of the pizza. It was alright. Not what she had wanted this day but properly better then whatever there was for the students.

After she had eaten what she needed she was done and starting making sure she didn’t have anything on her fingers or her faced. She stood to her feet and found a serviette. She took one for the guardian as well and sat down again.

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[Malcom Black]

He eyed her doubtfully as she began to pick a perfectly good piece of pizza apart, but shrugged his shoulders. Who was he to judge what she decided to do? He just never got why women had to pick things apart—no matter what the age. But then, he couldn’t comment. He had a napkin telekinetically held under his fried chicken. Which was very probably cheating, but he couldn’t make himself care too much.

He was surprised when she passed him the serviette and his brows climbed before he slowly nodded.

“Thanks, kid.” He dabbed at his mouth, then set it down, bundled it up in the napkin that had caught the worst of it, then tossed the bundle into the trash before turning to look over at her. “All right. I’ve got a question for you. Did you have anything to do with the, uh—” he was smiling, damn his traitorous mouth “—ice water being dumped on a teacher? Or were you just an innocent—okay, as innocent as any student can be in that situation—bystander?” He paused, then added, “I can get you a dictionary if you need help with the big words. I know they can be intimidating.”

Malcom hadn’t quite forgiven her for interrupting his lunch hour.