It's going down. I'm yelling TINDEEEEEER! (OPEN)

[Greg Mackenzie]

/Was it today? Oh shit Greg sorry! Marcus wanted to study chem today. I’ll make it up to you next time. Red velvet cupcakes? xoxo luv u./

“Whatever happened to chicks before dicks?” he grumbled. He opened his text book and tried to make sense of yet another momentum problem, but found himself giving up within two minutes. Lydia ditching him left a bad taste in his mouth. Not that she left him for a guy – he wouldn’t exactly say that given the same situations he’d do the same thing, but he understood where she came from; after all, she’s been pining over this Marcus for over a month now – but he just wished she’d text him and not hadn’t made him wait for almost an hour for nothing.

He spent the next minute with his head on his book while his finger was aimlessly scrolling through his phone screen. God I’m like painfully single, he thought to no one in particular, What did I do to deserve this? Ugh. He was just about to have another relapse and check his ex’s Facebook profile when he saw an icon for an app he believed he downloaded during a night of weakness but never really got around using.

Tinder.

Deep inside he felt like he shouldn’t. Not ‘cause it’s weird or wrong – It’s the twenty-first mother-f*cking century – but it’s more that he knew that should he go down that rabbit hole, well, there’s no turning back. Ever.

Fuck it.

And so down that rabbit hole he did.

Why are there women here?

You’re cute. Too cute. NEXT!

Aren’t you in my Photography class?[/i

Damn is this Mr. Wheeler?!

Oh hello there.

So maybe he’s unconsciously projecting his thoughts. Who cares, right?

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Derp. I forgot to clarify. So all of Greg's thoughts - them italics - are like fair game. Like your character can hear all, or some, or none of them if you like. So yeah. Hopefully that works.
- Peanut

[Maud A. Yancey]

One of the girls moved a bit more obviously then the others. She rubbed her head as if suddnly getting a head ache and looks straight at him, looking confused.

But in the second they make eyecontact, she offers the quickest and awkwardest smile known to human kind before quickly looking back down... Cute.

Maud swore to God she heard that guy say something... Probably another telepath, they like messing with her for some reason. She breaths in deeply, pushing the migraine that had begun to render her left eye blind... That's why they messed with her.

Maud nearly groaned aloud in annoyance... Here came the reason why telepaths left her alone after the first try. Her thoughts suddenly seemed to train wreck as the pain shot through her head, each individual thought getting tangled with another in an overwhelming wall of agony and frustration.

The staff had never told her why her thoughts did that after a telepathic connection of any kind. But she knew they knew why... Maud immediately rested her forehead on the desk, trying to keep her right eye from going blind too...

[Greg Mackenzie]

It took a while for the Canadian to realize that he’s broadcasting his thoughts to almost everyone in the library. While he wasn’t really that dense (he has his moments, but he always swore they were isolated incidents), a few snide thoughts sent his way were really nothing compared to the sheer satisfaction the brunette was feeling at the moment. Especially since he’s seeing so many people he would never had thought played for his team in a million years.

Was there a book in the library about honing one’s gaydar? He really needed it.

/God. Keep your thirst to yourself please. And control your power/. His grasp of his powers weren’t fine-tuned enough for him to be able to know who exactly that thought came from, but he did know that it was from a girl. Probably an Aussie, from the accent. Weird how even one’s thoughts have accents.

Finding himself a little self-conscious, he straightened in his chair and scanned the room briefly. He wasn’t offended by the thought really, he was just curious. From the ‘volume’ he figured the thought-sender must be at least within eyesight. It was because of this little scanning that he made contact with a certain redhead, heard the thought ‘Cute’, then felt pain.

Not his, but hers. Right when he decided to probe her mind.

Two thoughts immediately came to his head. One: Well that’s weird. Usually the pain’s on his end, not on his intended target’s. He’s gotten better, with the pain dulling to a mild buzz, but still he tries to stay away from it. Two: Oh shit I just hurt someone!.

Immediately he stood up and rushed to her side, feeling a bit disoriented and lost as he reeled his mind in from hers, and put his arms around her shoulders. “Hey, you ok? Did I hurt you or something?”

[Maud A. Yancey]

" yeah, 'm good," came the muffled reply, even though from her shaking shoulders everything was definitely not ok. She rubs her eyes and sits up again, muttering," i just... I just.. Sorry," she quickly smacks the book she had been reading shut, barely making out the movement and mumbling softly," you wouldn't happen to have some pain killers on you, would you?" She jokes weakly.

She could feel more then see her right eye's sight begin to fail, he was grabbing her shoulders and moving alot... Ow....

One thought seemed to squeeze through her migraine and hang alone like a tiny puff of cloud in a cloudless sky, /at least this one bothered to be concerned/

[Greg Mackenzie]

This was definitely weird. He couldn’t possibly have caused this, right? Like, he’s heard of telepaths causing pain by prying into their targets heads a little too much, ruthlessly breaking down those mental walls, even causing aneurysms to those poor souls, but he couldn’t have possibly done this right? Like, deliberate pain needed intent and Greg had anything but intent. He wasn’t even thinking of this girl. If anything, he’d like to make that girl who chastised him for being thirsty suffer (cause the girl was a hypocrite, sexting her boyfriend in the library and all).

But now’s not the time for panic and self-doubt. Not when somebody seemingly’s about to faint. He’d bug his trainer about it later.

“Lucky for you, I actually do. Hold on one sec.” Ever since manifesting, painkillers had become the Canadian teen’s best friend. Luckily he hadn’t become that dependent just yet. “Here you go,” he said as he came back from his desk with the bottle, “Did I cause this? Or is this like a thing your power does from time to time? Not that I’d judge you or anything like that.”

[Maud A. Yancey]

" i don't think so... Thanks," she mumbles, finally managig to grasp the bottle after groping his arm awkwardly," uh-uhm... This just happens whenever I get connected with telepathically... Even just a tiny connection... The Teachers said it was a defense mechanism... But i don't see how going blind is helpful..." She smiles weakly, shaking out nearly six pills

[Greg Mackenzie]

“Need some water with that?” asked Greg as the redhead took the bottle of aspirin from him, putting a water bottle on the table. His eyes widened when he that she took six pills out; the most he takes was twice at a moment, and he’s heaps bigger than the girl. Hopefully she won’t overdose or anything like that; the last thing the Canadian needed was for people to think that he’s a killer. “Are you sure you’d be ok? I mean, I could carry you to the infirmary if you need me to.”

The telepath found it a little odd that there’d be such an adverse physical reaction to being probed telepathically. It was certainly the first time he’s heard of it, but then again he’s only been exposed to the world of meta-humans for less than a year; surely there were things not even comic books had imagined yet. “Would you like heal automatically?” She didn’t seem to be lying when she told him about what’s happening. Or at least, she believed it wholeheartedly, something his telepathy can’t really distinguish between.

Is this girl even…sane?

[Maud A. Yancey]

" i'm Aerokinetic yet psychologically i guess my brain and body really dislikes being poked," She shrugs, shaking her head to the water and down all the pills in one gulp, huffing," ugh... That might not even be enough,"

She shakes her head a few times and closes her eyes tightly," are you ok? Sometimes my thoughts can... Scare and/or hurt telepaths,"

Honestly, Maud wouldn't exactly get suprised if he decided to bolt... Some of her thoughts went way too, became way too raw and way too... Logical for some. Yeah, she probably had a few screws loose, most likely because she was so interested in the 'dark side' of history. If people could see into her fucked up mind... They'd run like hell. So... She was actually pretty grateful for the 'thought train wreck'

[Greg Mackenzie]

“Nobody really likes being poked. Physically or mentally.” Unless it’s some form of foreplay. Then maybe Greg could get into it. He grabbed an empty chair and sat down beside the redhead, monitoring her closely. As much as he’d like to claim responsibility for the girl’s current condition, there’s still part of him that’s in disbelief. That maybe, just maybe, the whole thing’s psychosomatic.

Though if it turned out that he had a special brand of telepathy, he wouldn’t really be complaining. Maybe.

When she mentioned that the pills weren’t enough, the telepath quickly snatched the pill bottle from the table and pit it in his pocket. “Just wait for it to affect k? It’ll take a few minutes, trust me,” he said with a weak smile, “You drank enough for an elephant young lady.”

He simply shook his head when she asked if he was ok. “Got out of your head the moment I heard about the whole blindness thing, no worries. Is your sight coming back?” The redhead was on the right track though, but not because of what she thought Greg perceived. He couldn’t quite place what it was, but there’s just something about, well, everything that seemed…off. “Exactly how many telepaths have you encountered before?”

[Maud A. Yancey]

" Enough to keep me satisfied, I assure you," She replies, rubbjg her eyes and turning her face toward where she heard his voice," My eye sight should come back in maybe a half hour though... I'm Maud, by the way, but some people jus call me Yancey," She grins.

His tone had the hesitance to it... She'd always been good at reading people, even their voices. He couldn't have seen much... Not before the 'Train wreck'... Could he?

[Greg Mackenzie]

Greg pursed his lips and cocked his eyebrows at the redhead’s response. Enough to keep her satisfied? Being blind and in pain satisfies her? Whatever floats her boat, I guess. Just when he thought he’d seen the weirdest Hammel had to offer, the universe just throws at him someone weirder.

If she was being sarcastic, it was totally lost with the brunette. While he lives and breathes sarcasm, considering how odd the redhead was when he first met her, he assumed that she wasn’t really much for sarcasm.

“Mackenzie,” he said instinctively, giving the girl one last look. She seemed stable, but if it’ll take her half an hour more to recover, he felt that he shouldn’t just leave her alone. “Know what, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” It wasn’t a suggestion. “I’m guessing this happened before and the school should have records right? They’d hopefully know what to do.”

He stood up and gave her a light tap on her shoulder. “Stay. I’m just going to pack my stuff. Won’t take me more than five minutes.”

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[Maud A. Yancey]

Maud squints a bit and nods with a tiny 'mk' not putting up much resistance. He... Seemed kind of thick headed, she was positive her voice was drenched in sarcasm but... Who knows, he had doubt in his words.

Maud listens to his footsteps fade, making out the blurriest color of what she assumed was the table before locatin her back pack. Maybe if she had a big sign that said 'do not telepathically link' on her forehead this would stop... Or get worse, who knows?

[Greg Mackenzie]

It took a little more than five minutes for Greg to completely pack his stuff – around seven minutes and twenty three seconds, if we’re counting. It would’ve been faster, he argues, if he hadn’t had to be so damn quiet about everything. With the library as dead silent as it was, something as simple as opening his bag’s zipper felt like setting off five nuclear bombs, and he swore he saw three or four stares sent his way.

“You ok to leave?” he asked the redhead, bag slung over his shoulder, “Are these books yours or did you just grab them from the library?” He secretly hoped it was the latter so they can just leave them be. “Can you walk at least? Or should I carry you?” And by carry he meant either the fireman carry or the wedding bride carry. She didn’t seem too heavy anyway so it won’t be that much of a bother.

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[Maud A. Yancey]

Maud raises her hands as if trying to ward off his questions," eh... Ye-yeah... One que-question at a time," she laughs softly even though his questions had literally smacked her upside the head once again... The painkillers barely seeming to do anything

" I can walk... I just need to be lead... I can't even make out shapes at the moment..."

[Greg Mackenzie]

“Here, don’t worry I’ve got you,” said Greg, one hand instinctively going to the redhead’s waist to stabilize her and pull her close, while the other went on her opposite elbow to guide her. He almost put her over his shoulders, then he realize their fairly obvious height difference and how awkward it would’ve been for her.

As for the inevitable stares that came with walking with seemingly blind girl, Greg tried to turn them all down by sending equally threatening death stares of his own or projecting /Nothing to see here folks. Just go back to your equally bland lives now. Yeah. That’s right./ to every other group.

The telepath readily helped the nurse take her to a bed and explained what had happened. Or at least, his understanding of it. It was still all so surreal to him. “I think that means I’ll see you around, Yancy.” That was her name, wasn’t it? He gave her a small wave then realized that, well, she couldn’t really see it so he decided to give her shoulder a good tap.

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I’m guessing that’s a wrap then?