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[Maud A. Yancey]

Maud sat at the edge of the lake, hugging her knees as the camo jacket around her shoulders flapped in the ferocious wind that had seemed to come out of nowhere.

She held her right hand toward the water, each time the tide came in, it came in further away until at last, the tide surged around an inlet of nearly six feet. It was dusk so she wasn't afraid of someone... 'Normal' seeing her.

She stopped breathing nearly completely, feeling the oxygen molecules in the water and the air react to the pocket of emptiness with suprise and defiance... She smiles, the molecules were like people.

Her hair was held back in a ponytail but loose strands whipped. Her ripped jeans hugged her skinny legs but she didn't seem to mind the cold. You got used to it when you controled the most abundant element on the planet... Oxygen.

[Julien Duval]

Boring, dull, unamusing...Julien struggled to come up with much more words for how he felt about Pilot Ridge as of lately. He was just about to graduate high school and start the summer before his college career, which he was thinking would be here, in Vermont. He knew this place was full of metas and unknown excitement and yet, he'd been having trouble finding any of that excitement, getting whisked into the unknown, the mystical and the strange. He just wanted something different! Maybe he was just destined for normalcy and every attempt to change this would just go unnoticed by the universe. Yeah, that was it. The universe hated him.

He ran a hand through his curls, which he'd tried desperately to straighten that morning, forever annoyed at his obnoxious natural hair style, only the wind had brought them out again. He took his beanie out of the pocket of his jeans as he reached the edge of the lake, putting it on over his curls.

[Maud A. Yancey]

Maud breathes in sharply than pushes the molecules out again in a great wave, the six foot radius of emptiness expanding to nearly 12 feet in a matter of second. By now her arm began to shake but... Still... On the other side of the lake, the bank would probably be a little flooded, not anything noticable but that water being pushed away had to go somewhere.

She hums softly and frowns, dragging her concentration to focus on her little disturbance bubble... She wouldn't be able to notice if a marching band walked behind her now (even though that would be a fantastical suprise...).

[Julien Duval]

Julien glanced over at the red head down the shore of the lake who looked like she was incredibly concentrated on something, although Julien wasn't sure what. He tried to muster up the courage to walk over to her, spark up a conversation and hope that it didn't start like most conversations he had with girls did, with them freaking out about his accent. How he was from France wasn't his favorite subject to talk about.

His hand rested idylly on his camera bag over his shoulder, as he'd thought about taking it out, but knew it was a bad idea. Would she want to talk to him if he had a camera in his hands? He'd also brought his regular camera, as he dabbled in photography, and despite his better judgment, he was now taking it out of his bag.

[Maud A. Yancey]

Maud's closes her eyes, forcing down the small waves of dizziness that had begun to creep up on her like sneaky fingers trying to get into her mind.

She shakes her head, slowly starting to spin her index fingers as if pushing a spooon around a cup, she could feel the molecules slowly obeying her will. That's all it really came down to, a battle of wills.

The vortex of air she had created continued to push outward, expanding almost terrifyingly in size. Water began to lap at her feet and go over the edge of the banks threateningly. This power, this whatever she had... It didn't make her feel special, it made her feel powerful. And that was what Maud had wanted for a long time, and now that she had it... Well, it was only natural for her to want to explore the depths of that power, wouldn't... Other people do that?