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[Cilla Lynch]

Cilla was on her way to power training class, her first time since being transferred to Hammel. She wasn't looking forward to it - at all. Cilla expected to be in the lowest class that existed on this institute which probably meant she would have to share the classroom with first graders. She'd almost feel like a grandmother there and, above all, extremely stupid because she had no control over her gift whatsoever.

Sighing, she stopped at her locker to drop off her bag and, well, to try and waste as much time before heading over to the power training class. She was certainly not going to be early but preferably sneak in just on time in the hope no one would immediately notice her. Probably not the best strategy ever, but it was worth a try anyway. Although in the end people would notice of course - there was no way around that.

It surprised her Hammel hadn't sent her over to a psychiatrist upon her arrival. Maybe they didn't believe Kocher, were thinking they exaggerated the situation. Or maybe they just wanted to see her in action first, who knew. Cilla knew she'd have to see one eventually because she was not planning to participate in this lesson. On Kocher she already swore to never use her power voluntarily anymore, which was their reason for sending her here. Why did they even care? She formed absolutely no harm to others at all! Cilla couldn't think of a more useless gift than being able to transform into a table or painting. Nice to decorate your home with.

She eyed her watch which was telling her she should really go now if she didn't want to come in late. A bit hesitant she started to walk over there, thinking about her strategy to enter. She found herself at the door a little bit early and resented walking over here that quick immediately. She stopped a meter and a half before the door of the class that was wide open. She eyed a half broken desk next to the entrance, probably broke during class or something. Then she looked into the classroom: some people were already in class even though it was a little early.

Cilla froze from tension, but no one was looking at her yet. And that was when it started to happen. "Oh hell..." she whispered, feeling it coming. Her body immediately started to feel different and within seconds she was completely unable to move. Stuck as whatever the hell it was, but she expected it to be the half broken desk that she had seen seconds before. She was aware of the fact she was now blocking the entrance, but there was nothing she could do but hope no one would throw her to the side or put her in detention for skipping class...

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo didn’t mean to be late.

Despite his discomfort around the whole sit-down-inside-the-four-corners-of-the-room system of Hammel, in his defense, he’s trying his hardest. He’s done his best to remain attentive despite the noise of his classmates and the enticing field outside the room. He dutifully took down notes and tried to read ahead. He always made sure his schedule was in the right pocket of whatever pants his wearing to make sure he doesn’t get lost nor does he accidentally skip class.

But then that quiz in Biology decided to pop up.

Caught unaware (he only knew about it when his teacher passed them answer sheets), the quiz shook the boy to his core. Not only did he bomb the quiz, he was so rattled soon after that he made so many mistakes in the classes that followed.

He was late for Math.

He forgot his History homework.

He went into the wrong room for his English.

Romeo would’ve skipped powers training all together had it not been for a guy who seemed vaguely familiar reminding him about it.

Relief washed over him when he reached the room door just in time for the bell. And since his teacher saw him, he figured he wouldn’t be punished or anything. “Err, what should I do with this?” asked the Irish boy upon seeing the half-broken desk blocking his way. Answered with a shrug (apparently they had idea what it was too), he decided to carry it inside and bring it to the changing rooms with him. Changing would be easier if he doesn’t have to bend over to grab his stuff right?

Romeo has to change before training lest he want to rip all his clothes. Since he grows considerably when he uses his power, his clothes tend to rip to shreds if he’s not careful. While sewing isn’t really a problem for him, it does get tiring. And between studying and sleeping, he doesn’t really have time to mend broken shirts and underwear.

Flopping the table in the middle of the room, he promptly placed his bag in the middle, grabbed his ‘training clothes’ (shirt, short and underwear) and took his shirt off, folding it neatly before placing it in his bag. “Faster Buckland, we don’t have all day!” their instructor shouted, with which he replied with a quick “Coming! Just a few more minutes!”. Quickly undoing the buttons of his shorts, he began wiggling out of his boxers, unaware that he really isn’t as alone as he thought he was.

ooc:
Hope you don't mind me jumping in.^^.
- Jam

[Cilla Lynch]

OOC: not at all! and I really hope this is something you can work with :')

Cilla was just starting to freak out when she heard a voice asking what to do with 'this'. Cilla already figured the voice was talking about her as it sounded so near. Next thing she knew was that she was lifted and moved somewhere she had never been before. She wanted to tell the person to get his freaking hands off her, but ofcourse couldn't as tables don't particularly have a mouth to talk with. Things became worse though as the guy actually thought he could use her as a table. Who on earth did he think he was?!

Although tables had no eyes, Cilla could see during her inanimate state. She didn't exactly know how it worked, but her vision was just as fine as in human form, some for her ears. So you can probably imagine she was starting to freak out at the sight of him undressing. Not that she had some sort of phobia but it was still.. Weird. Very much.

The strange combination of anger from being used as a table and the shyness of having to watch him undress made her feel weird. Cilla shouldn't be here in what she now understood was a changing room. If she was free to do so, she would run out. Just enter the class, that would probably be better than sitting here. Undressed guys belonged in the bedroom. Preferably someone else's.

She heard someone scream from outside the room. Buckland, she really hoped that was his surname and not his first name. It might have been the teacher screaming. What time was it now? How long until the teacher would start missing her? Would he ever? Or just assume Cilla was too stubborn to even show up for power training class? Would they be angry? Would they tell her she was hopeless just like they did more or less at Kocher? Would they give her up as well?

Anger. Shyness. Fear.

"AUCH!" she screamed loudly when she collapsed onto the floor and the bag fell on top of her. "Who the hell do you think you are! Using me as a freaking table?!" she pushed the bag away, then reminding what the boy was doing. "Oh my God stopstopstop!" she covered her eyes for a second or two before realizing he must have no clue whatsoever about what was going on here. It calmed her down a little.

"Im eh- sorry." she looked down and tried to move a little but she felt horribly stiff and painful. And that from being stuck as a table for what? 10 minutes tops. But she did change back! And much faster than most other times!

Was that the key? Fear?

Cilla tried to figure out how on earth she was going to talk herself out of this one. But her mouth already took over. "I'm really sorry, this wasn't planned at all. I just- I got scared of seeing my class and then this..." she waved at the bag and herself. "... happens. I didn't want to, seriously, I just, I don't know! I guess I am as stupid as I look or something. I'm so embarrassed! Can we like - pretend this didn't happen? Oh wait no, because I'm running late for class. That guy's gonna kill me! I don't want to see that psychiatrist person just yet! I can try to be better!" she was waving her hands desperately while talking. At this point she had to breathe though. It also gave her the time to thank God for the fact she always was still wearing her clothing after changing.

"Oh." she bit her lip. "I'm rambling." Nice try making a complete fool out of yourself! You succeeded! "Sorry, again." it suddenly felt even more awkward being there. This guy now held her fate as she saw it. He could run out and tell the whole school how dumb Cilla really was or he could... Well. Safe the rest of her life at Hammel.

[Romeo Buckland]

Fortunately for both Romeo and Cillia, his pants zipper got stuck. Not too much, mind you, but enough to delay the boy’s undressing for a good half a minute or so. It may not seem as much, but considering it only takes about a minute or so for the Irish lad to go from fully dressed to bare naked (plus an extra thirty seconds to fold his clothes neatly), I’d say it saved them quite the time already.

Romeo has no problem walking around a room in the nude if he believes he’s alone after all (he’s mighty comfortable with his own skin, armored or otherwise). I’m fairly sure Cillia would definitely not like Irish manbits jiggling in front of her, wouldn’t she?

The scream came up just as his pants and boxers touched the floor, so covering himself with his arms wasn’t all too hard (he was already bending down and all that). His hands instinctively found his crotch, and due to the surprise that accompanied such a scream, he unconsciously flinched and jumped back, tripping as his feet got tangled in the mess that were his pants making him fall flat on his butt on the cold floor.

“OWW!” he said as he landed with a thud, cursing inwardly for not being able to rub and soothe his abused bottom with his hands. And in an effort to keep whatever decency he had left, he promptly put his legs together, effectively squeezing his hands in between his crotch. His position wasn’t comfortable the least, but it’s better than baring it all.

Lucky for Cillia he isn’t as much as an exhibitionist as a certain pompous animal mimic or a regenerative goth.

Whatever shock and shame he felt for the first few minutes quickly vanished when the girl continued shouting. He could understand the surprise, yes, but anger? What did he do? “How was I supposed to know people can turn to tables?” If his teacher (or their teacher apparently) didn’t recognize her as a human being, how much more did she expect him to be? His powers only manifested about a month or so ago and he wasn’t exposed to metas beforehand other than his cousin Autumn. “Hey! Don’t throw my bag like that. I sew that one myself,” he grumbled.

Once she apologized however, his anger started quelling down. He couldn’t stay angry to a girl, any girl, for long after all. If he understood her rambling right, it wasn’t her fault either. It’s all been a nasty accident, no one should be blamed.

It also didn’t help that the girl had the bluest set of eyes he’s ever seen.

“You’re not stupid,” shrugged the boy off, wiggling along the floor for a bit as he sneakily pulled his pants and boxers up his legs again. “One moment please,” he said, rolling to turn himself around and pull his trousers around his butt. Once he was completely covered waist down, he quickly stood up and offered his hand to the rambling blonde. “It’s all good. At this rate, we’re both bust anyway,” laughed Romeo. And true to form, their teacher suddenly bellowed, “What’s taking you so long Buckland? Are you trying on a hoop skirt or something?”

As for the whole let’s-just-pretend-this-didn’t-happen part, well, he’s still a bit torn on that. On one hand, it was a bit too embarrassing that he’d prefer if they could really just keep it to themselves. But then he’d need an excuse for taking so long in the changing rooms. “How will we explain us going out of the same room then?” It also didn’t help that he’s taking far too long in the said cubicle. He was a bit slow, but he’s definitely not dumb.

He’d rather not be the subject of rumors this early in his stay.

“Why would he make you see the psychiatrist?” That part confused him a bit. She’s not insane, isn’t she? “Well, I still have to change into my ‘training gear’,” Romeo nodded, showing her his tattered shorts and shirt, “I don’t know how we’ll get through with this. Do you go out first or do I just turn around and change, then we explain what happened together?”

ooc:
It's all good. :3. I do hope I gave you the same though. Haha. ;3.
- Jam

[Cilla Lynch]

"That is a very good question." Cilla replied after he asked her how he was supposed to know she turned into objects. "And I'm sorry about your bag, but it hurt me so I sorta wanted it off me." a sewing boy? Remarkable.

She grinned after hearing him say she's not stupid. "You must be the first person on earth to ever tell me that." She didn't really mind people calling her stupid or dumb though. She sort of was, after all. After saying that she politely turned around because it was only now she actually noticed the guy was still not wearing anything. It made her blush instantly. Cilla grinned at the remark of the teacher. "So, is that teacher any good?"

"We don't have to explain... I think." that power trainer must be informed about her, she was quite sure about that. And that would probably make it a lot easier to explain what just happened. "Unless you want to tell them we had some major fun together, of course." Cilla smiled widely, intending the sentence as a joke. "And not having to explain is very closely related to the psychiatrist, to be honest..." she was unsure about what to tell him, but decided to be honest anyway. She couldn't lie. "That guy must have been informed about me. This is my first power training class here because I just transferred. They kicked me out of Kocher, one of the other schools."

She did not notice that her reasons for being kicked out of Kocher were left for the boy to guess. As far as he knew she was a serious mental patient.

By this time she excepted his hand and stood up, making painful noises accompanied by a just as pained look. "Oh by the way, I'm Cilla. Thought it would be nice to introduce myself after... Well, seeing you more than half naked." she grinned a little, now seeing the hilarious part of this whole situation.

[Romeo Buckland]

“You can feel stuff even when you’re a…table?” Well that was odd. While he’s imagined fire breathers and people who can fly, he hasn’t really thought about people who can change into, well, desks. Good thing he didn’t sit on her then, if that was the case. “So that’s your power? Turning into broken tables?” He know he shouldn’t really ask much questions, given their limited time and all that, but he just couldn’t help himself. He’s both creeped out and boggled beyond compare all at the same time.

And yes, he sews. Life in the caravan demanded he learn how to fend for himself, or at least help around if needed. He’s also quite the handyman, but he prefers the needle and a thread over nails and a hammer any day. Says the noise the hammer makes is rather unnerving.

When Cillia turned around, Romeo quickly grabbed his ‘gear’, turned around and began wiggling out of his pants once more. “I’ll tell you when it’s safe to turn around,” he said as his pants pooled on his feet and he promptly walked out of them. Catching a glimpse of the blonde’s blush isn’t helping him feel more comfortable about their predicament either.

“Well, Mr. Harrison’s nice. At times.” Talking about his current trainer gave him just the right distraction to help him be less awkward about the whole thing. “He’s a bit strict, but he means well. I mean, I can call my armor back and forth within the short time that I’ve been with him.” His problem lies now on moving normally and prolonging his transformed state. “And I’m sure you’re not. Stupid, I mean,” the Irish boy added.

Romeo laughed when she called their scenario ‘fun’. Well, once you look past the whole surprise-shock part of it, it did look fun. “You’re the only one that had fun,” teased the boy as he eased in to his tattered underwear. (Having been ripped so much, it’s like he’s wearing nothing right now really). “Kicked you out? That’s harsh.” Weren’t these institutes supposed to help them control their powers, no matter what the cost? Good thing he didn’t go to Kocher then.

“And see, you’re not dumb. I mean, the whole explain to them I found you part.” Why was he so incoherent and jumbled with the conversation right now anyway?

After pulling his shirt on, he promptly turned to Cillia and tapped her shoulder to signal that turning around’s all good now. “I’m Romeo. Rome Buckland. Don’t celebrate just yet you know. Unfortunately for you, you missed the best part,” chuckled the boy, smirking as he grabbed his stuff and packed them back to his pack.

ooc:
I may have jumbled the events up a bit (her standing up and grabbing his arm may have been bumped to the top of the post). Sorry. ;P.
- Jam

[Cilla Lynch]

She thought about his comment for a while. "Hmm, it's not like when you're human. I feel stuff, but it's... Weird. I can't really exlain." she looked troubled because she truly had no idea how to explain it. "It's not like it hurts, or anything." she suddenly wondered what would happen if someone broke of one of the legs of the table. What would happen to her? She'd rather not find out. She giggled. "Yes, it is. And paintings, chairs, statues. Whatever my power likes to get me stuck as. It's always playing cruel tricks on me." at least that was what it looked like to Cilla.

She stayed where she was, not turning around until he would say something. "Armor?" she asked, curious. Cilla always found it fascinating to talk about other powers. Unfortunately hers was just useless and silly, but some of the other students had very impressive powers. Made her wish she had them. "Well, try telling that to my teachers!" by now almost all of them knew how smart she really was. Her brains were just nonexistent when it came to school stuff.

"Hmm maybe you're right." she smiled at his remark of her having fun. She nodded at his next spoken sentence. "Oh well I guess it's my own fault anyway." she replied, now realizing she offered no reason for them to kick her out yet. "I mean, I refused to take part in power training lessons, got terribly low marks for all other classes and I refused to talk to the psychiatrist at Kocher because he just totally freaked me out. So yeah, I guess they're hoping Hammel knows how to deal with me."

"Hey, why are you hitting me?" Cilla asked surprised, raising an eyebrow but not turning around. "Nice to meet you and well, I think I don't really want to know." she giggled. "Don't take it personal, though." Cilla smiled in her most charming way to reassure the boy it didn't have anything to do with his looks or whatever.

"Are you ready? Because I think it's time to meet my new teacher, though I'd really rather not." she sighed, not feeling like going to class - at all. What if she got nervous and transformed again?

[Romeo Buckland]

Considering how new the boy was to the whole concept of meta-humans, Romeo is mighty curious about, well, everything. About how those mind-readers ‘read’ minds (Like books? Or voices?). How those who can breathe underwater breathe underwater (Water through their noses?). How those who can fly float. Anything and everything really. And as much as he’d like to press Cillia for answers, when he saw her troubled face, he promptly put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile.

“You’re putting too much thought into it,” he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, “It’s all good. You can explain it to me once you’ve got it mastered. I’ll be waiting, ok?” Truly he was in awe. Not that he’d trade his powers for hers (he’s under the impression that his is still much cooler, no offense to Cillia), but to be able to be a chair for a day seems rather awesome. “So you can only turn into hard objects? How about, say, pillows or t-shirts? Have you been like that before?” He was about to ask about underwear, but he doesn’t want to appear too lewd. Considering the circumstances of their meeting, he’s rather certain that such a harmless comment would be taken in a negative light.

“Yup. I can turn my skin into metal, effectively acting like an armor. Like a knight, but only better.” His power’s the closest he can get to being a knight, which is why he loves it truly. “I get bigger and heavier. Which is why my clothes tend to rip when I change.” His right hand went from his head to toe, showing the blonde his ‘workout clothes’. “I’d show it to you now, but I guess you can see it in training later anyway so I’ll let you wait for a while,” he said with a wink.

He knelt down briefly to grab his pants and boxers, folding them neatly before placing them in his bag along with his other shirt. “Well, since you’re in the same training class as me, I’d make sure you attend training then,” he shrugged, “I can be like, your conscience or something.”

The Irish boy quickly withdrew his hands when Cillia accused him of hitting her. Seems he accidentally added more force than necessary. “Oops. Sorry. Will try not to do it again,” he said, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “And none taken.”

“Yup. I’m good,” stated the boy as he walked in front of her, smiling as he opened the door, “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. I’d offer you my hand for you to hold in case you feel scared, but rumors run faster than a horse around these parts.” Oh high school.

ooc:
Fortitude! I'd be sending you a PM in a bit. Please don't go just yet? :3.
- Jam