Jammin' [OPEN]

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi was tall. It was no secret. Especially for her age the girl was just exceptionally long-limbed. For this reason, Fifi easily took over the entire couch that occupied the space in front of the TV in student loungue. She didn’t like to share anyway (though another form could have easily slipped next to her), so she didn’t mind hogging the fluffy area. To the irk of many students that had been in earlier, Fifi wasn’t even watching TV. She was just spaced out on the couch, staring at the ceiling and listening to a trance remix of Ne-yo’s “Beautiful Monster” pounding so loudly out of her iPod speakers that the boxy apparatus vibrated on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Was Fifi listening to the music? No way. That wasn’t the point of trance. The point was to just let the music go and let go of everything else with it. At least that was Fifi’s opinion. And when you’re Fifi? Well letting go isn’t hard. All it took was crossing her arms. The gesture was trademark of any slacky teenager, but for Fifi, it was particularly special. Her skin was tucked against itself, keeping her in a steady stream of hazy intoxication. Her dark bluish eyes were half lidded, and her lips hung slightly slack as she watched the ceiling.

Earlier, prior to her lazy jam session, she had painted her nails a dark, sparkling sapphire blue. The acrid scent of the polish still hung lightly in the air around her, and had dissipated around the room. Her toes, now colored with that lacquer, wiggled lazily for a moment before stilling again. As she slowly stretched her long arms to rest behind her head, her blue t-shirt crept up to bare a few more inches of her midriff. Now it rest just over her navel, where as when she stood in only gapped about an inch above her pale jeans.

The only reason Fifi had really moved was because eventually she would have to go to class today. She didn’t really want to, but figured she couldn’t have any heat on her for skipping (again). If she went for too long, she’d simply pass out, and then she’d get a stern talking to. She laughed quietly at the thought of being slightly messed up as she was and then having to have a stern conversation. It never would have worked. Wistfully she shook her feet, continuing to giggle at the strange sensation.

[Jennifer Younge]

Jenni was 'doing' her homework, by doing her homework, I mean it was spread on the table in front of her, while she was bent over her diary jotting away. Homework was never important to Jenni. As far as she was concerned, work was for school, if she wanted to work at home, she'd have said yes to her mothers option of home schooling. Besides, calling homework from Hammel 'homework', was just plain stupid. It was homework, because it wasn't take. It should be called 'Dormwork' if anything. That was what Jenny thought anyway, she'd even considered going to see the head about it, but lets be honest, she isn't that brave.

In background, a weird mix of Neyo's 'Beautiful Monster', and to be honest, Jenni found herself tapping her foot away to it. Jenni and music didn't really mix, Her mother banned it at home, and Jenni only heard a little of it here. She didn't realize just how much she was missing out on. But then, that would surely change later.

Jenni finished the Entry in her diary and closed and locked it. She slipped it into her bag, and turned her back on her homework. She has turned to face the rest of the room in time to see the girl who was stretched out on the sofa, stretch more. 'wow she's tall' were the words that went through Jenni's head, and thankfully they were her own thoughts. The girl also looked kinda out of it, and Jenni wondered if she was drunk. Pretty sure that drinking was against Hammel rules, Jenni stood up and moved towards her.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked. The was no smell of alcohol, nor any bottles. In fact all the was around were the sound from the ipod speakers, and a curious scent of nail varnish. How did the girl get into the state she was in? Had she taken pills?
Now, though Jenni is young, she isn't stupid, she knew what drink was, she knew about drugs, and she wasn't a stranger to overdoses. She had been surrounded by them, and after an old teacher killed herself, Jenni and the rest of her old school was told about it, and informed on the consequences of taking too many tablets.

The girl was wiggling her toes, and Jenni seriously wondered about her. She reached back for her bag (and precious diary) and sat in a seat closer to the tall girl.
"Hey, should I get help?" She asked, not knowing how stupid she sounded to everyone. She heard someone snicker, and call out that the girl was absolutely fine. Jenni frowned and looked around. Now that she looked, She noticed everyone else in the room wasn't freaking about the girl at all. "Huh" Jenni muttered, leaning back in her chair.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi contorted at a strange angle, raising her pelvis up so that she could regard Jenni upside down from her laying position on the couch. It was as if she had attempted a bridge from gymnastics class, but lazed out before lifting her head up off the ground. When she caught sight of the young girl, she smiled a gap-mouthed, lopsided smile. Little girlie~. One she had never met. Now granted, Fifi didn’t really like younger kids, since they tended to be all about sharing these days. Gross.

But what reason was there to exude the effort to dislike this one right off the bat? “M’fine sweety.” She cooed, her voice tense due to her pose. She slowly leaned back down to her original position, melting languidly out of her bridge to a giggling recline. “Jussssss fine.” She mused, quickly falling into a fit of giggles.

“Its just how I am.” She added, rolling her eyes back in her head to maintain a bit of eye contact with the girl. Suddenly her dreamy good mood seemed to disappear and she frowned. “Christ! Come closer ye little spot. I can barely see ya.” She grunted moodily, squishing herself into the back out the couch to make from for Jenni to sit near Fifi’s hips.

“Whats got ya all concerned? Do I look dead?” She asked, falling into another fit of snorting giggles. Fifi never really looked dead, but at least the other kids in the lounge had the presence of mind to realize that Fifi hadn’t endangered herself (yet). She had yet to decide if she felt like Jenni was butting in her nose where it didn’t belong or being cute with her concern.

[Jennifer Younge]

Jenni's head angled to the side as the girl moved into a very weird, and painful looking position. Jenni couldn't help but smile, she was quite funny, especially to some who, although knew the facts, had never seen anyone who was intoxicated before. (Except her mother, of course, but she always just cried) Jenni watched the girl, and jumped a little when she spoke. She sat forward in her seat more, so she could pay attention better. The said she was fine, but Jenni thought she didn't look so fine.

The girl ordered Jenni to sit closer, and so she did. She rose from the chair walked a little shyly to the sofa and sat in the space provided. It was a little squashed, and Jenni was a little tense. She hadn't been physically close to another person since her mom clung to her before she left for Hammel.
"No you don't, I just wanted to make sure you was ok..." Jenni replied to the girls next question. She felt a little wary with this girl, but couldn't help but like her. She had this 'big sister' aura about her, and Jenni found that reassuring.

Some of the tension left her shoulders, and Jenni relaxed a little. She shook a little when ever the older girl giggled, and she couldn't help but giggle too.
"My names Jenni." she said rather lamely. She was getting very tired of that line, and wondered if she should just wear a name badge. She brushed back her hair from her face, and smiled again. Her eyes darted the room, and the other kids had gone back to doing what ever they were doing. Keeping quiet, in all ways, thankfully.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi, being in such a good mood thanks to…Well none other than the amazing Fifi! She giggled at the realization of how awesome she was. So. Awesome. She snuggled back into the couch further when Jenni made the move to sit with her. What a cuddly kid! She resisted the urge to curl up around Jenni like a long and tall cat or a boa.

“Jenni?” She repeated. “Cool~.” She added with a huffy laugh. “They call me Fifi.” She replied, wiggling a little. “Since that is my name…and stuff. Well you know.” Fifi said, her speech a little stilted and heavy, but she seemed coherent. Suddenly she gasped and rolled over a bit, looking like she’d just had an epiphany.

“Woah. Like…Jenni all cool with an ‘I’ or two. Or Jenni with a ‘y’?” she inquired. “Still Cool! But I totally need to know.” She added, grinning impishly. After all, to nine year old girls things like ‘I’s and ‘y’s were real important. Actually, Jenni probably nine. She was probably older. She stared at Jenni stupidly for a good long second before breaking into snorting laughter. “Dudette. How old are you even? I can’t tell.”

[Jennifer Younge]

Jenni nodded when the girl -Fifi- repeated her name, the older girl then laughed and Jenni joined in a little. "Thats a nice name." Jenni said as Fifi wiggled. It was as if she couldn't keep still. Not that Jenni minded particularly, she just found it a little odd. Fifi's speech was a little... not right, (that's a lot politer then messed up) and Jenni thought maybe the girl was simply drunk, She was aware that Fifi had claimed the way she was acting was 'just her', but Jenni couldn't believe intoxicants weren't involved.

Jenni jumped again when Fifi gasped and rolled over, and she nearly fell from her small perch. She was quick enough to stop herself however, that would a trifle embarressing, and Jenni really wanted this girl to like her. Why? Well... just because. She looked questioningly at Fifi, wondering if she would share what had startled her. Jenni wasn't picking anything up, but she could hardly rely on her telepathy right now could she?

It soon became apparent, what was bothering Fifi, and Jenni grinned. No-one had ever asked her how she spelled 'Jenni' It was such a well know name that people assumed how to spell it. "Two N's and one I." Jenni replied still grinning. She didn't understand why it was so important, but then it was a harmless question. Maybe Fifi just like details. And to Jenni, how many I's were in a persons name, was a detail. A part of a whole, and not hugely important.

"Oh, I'm 13." Jenni replied, giggling softly at the 'dudette'. "How old do I look?" she inquired shyly. She wanted to impress the girl, but wasn't sure if she should keep her mouth shut or not. Maybe it was growing up as an only child, but it was important to Jenni to have Fifi like her. She'd often envied the girls who had older sisters, and felt she had missed out somehow. Even a younger sister would be nice, because then she could look after them, but no luck with that.

[Fifi Hart]

“Y’aww~. Thanks Dudette!” Fifi cooed, putting her fists near her own face and giving Jenni a cheeky smile. “Glad you like it. Short for Fiona. Fiona Hart. M’gramps was a football star ‘round here.” She explained, having finally found a comfortable spot. “Which is like woah because my fam is still here. Bonkers~.” She said with more giggling, like Jenni should really care about her family history.

Making a mental note of the spelling of Jenni’s name, Fifi nodded. No guarantee she would remember in her state, but she was trying. Fifi hated to share, but this little girl was cute in the nine year-old kinda way. Also: It was official. No matter what Jenni answered, she would probably remain nine years old in Fifi’s mind until she was about twenty-six. However, her eyebrows shot up when Jenni answered. “Woah-holy Hell! You’re a big kid, yeah?” Fifi responded when Jenni divulged her age.

Though it may have been Fifi’s brain on her power telling her this, but she figured Jenni wanted to be older. She wanted to be cool. Jenni grinned at her and sat up a pit, posting her elbow on the arm of the couch and leaning her temple on one of her fists. She looked playfully sideways at Jenni. “How old d’ya look? Hmm…” She narrowed her eyes and chewed her lip slightly. “I’d say maybe about…Twenty-two.” Fifi said, just barely squeaking out the number before her grin split her whole face, dreamy and wide.

Yeah. Jenni could stick around. Fifi’s ego was fed by Jenni’s need to belong, and she thought maybe it’d be cool to have a little sister type. Plus, wouldn’t it impress Gabe to have a little side-kick in tow?

[Jennifer Younge]

Jenni smiled when Fifi said thank you. Personally, Jenni really didn't need the thanks, Jenni thought her name was pretty cool, and simply said so. Never-the-less, the thanks was nice. Fifi then went on to tell her about her family, and Jenni, it was easy to see, was shocked. She never heard of a family of Meta-humans, and was duly impressed. If she had meta parents, then maybe this all wouldn't be so hard.

"My last name is Younge, and both my parents are just human." She shared, she felt it was only fair. Though she tried to keep her voice unemotional, she couldn't help the little quiver that entered her voice. She hadn't spoken of her family to anyone yet, and her mother going crazy bothered her a little. Despite not really getting on with the woman, she was still loyal.

Jenni laughed, she couldn't help it. Fifi's apparent surprise pleased her, though she did wonder if she looked younger then she was, and Fifi only strengthened the thought when she said she looked twenty-two. Though she was thankful for the little white lie, and she mirrored the girls grin. She decided that Fifi was the one who looked twenty-two, not her, but she enjoyed the fact that Fifi was able to joke with her

Jenni was about to ask the girls age when she heard a shout of 'You idiot, how the hell are you smarter then me?' from across the room. She turned her head quickly, but it was clear no-one had spoken. Jenni groaned and rubbed at her temples. Not now, she really didn't want to be bombarded with people thoughts now. She was enjoying herself, and didn't want it all to be ruined by people who couldn't think quietly. 'You're the idiot, think quietly!' it was thought, but a guys head shot up and he looked around the room wildly "Wha..." Jenni whispered, slightly astounded.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi resisted the intense urge to shove Jenni violently off the couch. A first generation meta? Disgusting. Intstead she resigned herself to a lazily distasteful look. “Gross.”
She grunted, making a gagging face. She quieted her voice, to keep other kids out of their conversation. The weakness that had edged into Jenni’s voice made a positively evil tinge enter her smile.

Fresh meat.

It was time to do some acting. While Jesse was way better at it than Fifi, the teen girl figured Jenni was fairly gullible. “…They probably think you’re a freak, huh?” She said quietly, letting a fake sadness edge into her words. That was the case with most first generation metas, and it just made Fifi dislike humans even more. How could anyone not rejoice in having a meta-human son or daughter? It was a chance to rise up out of their mediocre gene pool and leave a great name behind in their spawn.

She squinted calculatingly at Jenni when she suddenly seemed preoccupied. She had looked away, which was totally rude, and Fifi would have berated her on it had the younger girl not cradled her head. Fifi just raised her eyebrows. Gabe had taught her a thing or two about recognizing powers, and while it was never her strong suit, there was one thing she was sure never to forget: mind-based recruits. Jenni was holding her head, so she was probably hearing thoughts? Or having a migraine? When Fifi caught movement on the other side of the room, her grin just plastered more securely to her face. Jenni was catching projections, like most young telepaths.

“You’re projecting, yeah?” Fifi asked, sneaking her cool voice back into Jenni’s ears. “Like…telepathy?”

[Jennifer Younge]

Jenni was a little hurt by Fifi's comment. Gross? What was gross about her situation? Confusion, tinged slightly with pain, shone plainly in her eyes, and she quickly lowered her head to hide her face. Jenni had been called a lot of things in her lifetime, more so after manifesting her powers, but gross was a new one, and it hurt, just like all the new ones. Normally Jenni wouldn't care what other people thought of her, but she was extra sensitive lately. What with everything that has gone on.

The saddened edged statement, brought Jenni's head up slowly, and she looked at Fifi. She seemed to sympathize with her, and so, with a barely audible breath, Jenni tried to ignore the gross comment and how it made her feel. (Not that she was about to feel any better now, of course.)
"They did at first, well my mom did. But when it was time for me to come here, she got really upset and begged me not to go." Jenni frowned at the memory, her mother had switched her moods quickly and often, but on the day she was to leave home, her mother became someone she didn't know.

Jenni shrugged. "My friends did though, I heard people yelling 'freak' at me when I crossed the street." That was what hurt Jenni the most, the rejection of her friends. How could someone hate someone who could help what they were, it was like hating a dog because it was a dog. Jenni, despite what others believed, had never hated Meta-humans, even before she knew she was one. She did feel sorry for them. Mainly for the grief they got. But the people in the small town where she was from, generally hated meta's.

Jenni was still looking at the boy when Fifi spoke, projecting, so thats what it called. She faced her companion and shrugged. "I heard him think the boy he's with is an idiot, so I thought 'your the idiot, think quietly' and then he looked up. Is that projecting?" She had never projected before, at least, that she knew of, and she hadn't meant to, she just directed the thought to the boy.
What Jenni didn't know, was that with each thought she heard, a link was created, like a fine invisible thread, that only Jenni could follow. She had simply followed the thread back and put the thought into the boys mind.

[Fifi Hart]

Watching as Jenni hung her head, Fifi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Ew. Feelings. She pouted out her bottom lip slightly and reached out to rub Jenni’s back. Fortunately for the tiny telepath, the shirt kept her from feeling just exactly what Fifi could do. “Y’know I wasn’t talking about you right?” She asked, seemingly gentle and apologetic. “I’m sorry if I heart your feelings.” Gag. “I just get really upset when I hear about kids having to come to Hammel without parents at home who appreciate them for being special and awesome.” More gag.

Fifi had to keep from laughing for joy. Jenni was a textbook defector. It’d be easy to convince her the M.S.A.D was a place that she belonged, a place where she could have a family. Fifi often considered the organization members like her family ( a big, dysfunctional, sometimes violent family), so she didn’t think she’d have any trouble convincing Jenni it functioned that way.

“Well I would never do that to you. I think what you do is cool.” Fifi said haughtily, managing to somehow make the conversation about her. “Powers that take brains…those are so intense. Me?” She wiggled her fingers. “Tactile. So I touch stuff and my powers work. Totally not as awesome.” She said, though she was convinced she was lying. Fifi’s power was the best!

Listening to Jenni describe what had just happened, Fifi nodded slowly, grinning like an idiot. “Yeah! That’s a kind of telepathy!” Now was her chance. “I have a friend who can do that…who can think back to someone?...I have a friend who can do that to people’s memories and dreams.” Jesse wasn’t exactly her friend. He didn’t really have friends. But Fifi liked to say it to piss him off. “And I have another friend who thinks himself right into other people’s heads. He can ask them to do things, and they want to do it.” Fifi had never tried to really explain Gabe’s power nicely, but she figured that was the best she could do. Puppetry wasn’t exactly a cuddly, innocent power.

“Those are both kinds of telepathy.” Fifi explained, though she wasn’t sure if that was correct or not. Oh well. “But yours is more like a brain telephone. Totally wow.” She said with another laugh. Fifi reclined again and cleared her throat. “You know, if you wanted to come hang out with us, you could. Sometimes I feel a little left out when I talk with them, ‘cause they’re all mind-based metas.” She said, innocently picking at her newly painted fingernails. “You’d really be able to help me understand them.”

[Jennifer Younge]

Jenni felt a hand rub her back, and she relaxed a tiny bit, the apologetic explanation making her smile shyly. Of course Fifi wouldn't be so cruel as to call her gross. After all she was nice person, and she was listening to Jenni. More importantly, she seemed to be on Jenni's side. It was nice to have someone older listen to her, and not try to make Jenni look like the bad guy.

The sympathy offered by the older was easily lapped up by the younger, and she grew a little warmer to the slightly intoxicated girl. Jenni didn't realize that she was playing directly into Fifi's hands, nor did she have any inclination of what was to come. She was a young, scared and lonely girl, she would cling to anyone who offered a little compassion, regardless of their ultimate motives.

"What is you're power?" Jenni asked curiously. Honestly, Jenni wouldn't mind a touch induced power, her telepathy was an unconscious thing, and often caused her great pain. "And my power can't be that great, I can't even control it." Jenni said, though she had smiled at the compliment.

Jenni was awed by stories of Fifi's friends, they both sounded like pretty cool powers. All she could do was read minds... sometimes. But then, she was at Hammel to learn, and if she could meet these friends of Fifi's then maybe she'd be able to learn a bit quicker. Jenni didn't mention meeting them, she didn't want to rush and ruin the new friendship, Besides, it turned out she didn't need to. Fifi suggested it herself.

"I'd love to hang out." Jenni replied enthusiastically, but a frown soon touched on that enthusiasm, "But I'm not sure how I can help, I can't even project on purpose, and I only hear what other people send out." She chewed on her lower lip, worried that Fifi would tell her she was no good if she couldn't help. "I'd like to try though" She replied, not even considering the implications of Fifi's words.


(Bleh, sorry its so.... meh... This is the only sure time I'll be on now i think, I may or may not be on during the next week. Hopefully I'll be able to come on tomorrow <3)

[Fifi Hart]

Well, Fifi would be so cruel as to call her gross if she were a human. In fact, if Jenni had been a human and managed to get so Fifi, it was probably so Fifi could kill and/or maim her in some sadistic fashion. But since Jenni was, in fact, meta as well as a perfect recruit for M.S.A.D, Fifi couldn’t see how she could be construed as the bad guy.

Fifi laughed a bit. Oh god. Jenni had to ask. “The profs that run this place call it ‘Tactile Intoxication’,” she explained with a clear hint of irreverence in her voice. “Contact High. That’s what all the regular people call it.” Fifi pointed out, wiggling her fingers near Jenni’s face. “These puppies back a pretty hot punch.” She said with a giggle, her hand flopping back onto the couch. Yawning a bit, she shook her head back and forth lazily. “Uh, duh. That’s why you’re at school, yeah?” Chuckling again and looking Jenni over, she added “I bet my friends would help you too. They all went here, or go here now. If you wanted some extra help, y’know?”

Gasping with excitement, Fifi made a triumphant gesture by thrusting her fists above her head in the field goal position. “Alright! My own personal helper!” Fifi cheered quietly, falling into giggles again. “Trust me, you’ll be loads of help.” Jenni would end up helping Fifi. Helping Fifi rise up the ranks of M.S.A.D, helping Fifi gain the approving eye of Gabe and the other high-ups, and helping Fifi to kick Jesse out of the golden-boy spotlight. “They’ll be able to explain things to you, and then you can translate for me. Like my tutor.” Fifi said. That last one? It was a lie, like most of the things Fifi ever said.

Nodding, Fifi squeezed Jenni’s shoulder with a hint of affection. “Sweet. They’ll be stoked to hear I actually made a friend.” She said, laughing loudly. Fifi drew a few stares at her sudden outburst, but most just brushed it off, since her volume returned to normal. Wriggling a bit so that she could reach her back pocket, she produced her cell phone and flipped it open to tap on the QWERTY keyboard. “Want my number?” she inquired innocently.

[Jennifer Younge]

Tactile intoxication, so thats why Fifi had looked drunk. She smiled, and said "So that was why you were all... relaxed and stuff" Jenni was curious to what it would feel like but kept that to herself. She wasn't so sure she was ready for that sort of feeling just yet.

Relief flooded Jenni's face, glad that Fifi was okay with her not being able to control her power. Yes, she was at this school to learn to control her powers, but she wasn't quite sure how long it would take. But then, with the extra help... who knew, and Jenni was always told she was quick learned at her old school, and she was top set for everything. So maybe she would learn quickly. She sincerely hoped this was true.

Jenni joined in with Fifi's laughter. Friend. Fifi had said friend. Sure, Jenni had made friends with both Benji and Noor, but Fifi was older, and wanted to introduce Jenni to more people, and she wanted to help Jenni with her powers. Fifi was already starting to feel like an older sister to Jenni. Benji was someone she could talk to, and Noor was more her age, and had only asked Jenni to go shopping with her her. Still, three friends, who could complain?

Color crept up Jenni's face, and she grimaced a little. "Um, I don't have a Cell phone, My mom said I was too young." Jenni was no stranger to embarrassment because of her mother, but still, she was appearing more and more like a baby, and she really didn't want that. She thought of the money upstairs, and grinned a little. "I can get one though." she added, "What sort should I get do you think?" Jenni thought Fifi looked like someone who would know what is cool and what is not.

[Fifi Hart]

“That’s right, Little Sister!” Fifi chimed, nodding her head slowly with the beat of a new, wordless song that had started pounding out of her speakers. “Like I said, that’s just the way I am.” She said, laughing a bit with a flourish of her hands above her head.

It was all Fifi could do but to hope that Jenni learned fast. The faster Jenni learned, the better she looked in Gabe’s eyes. The better Jenni looked, the better Fifi looked. And the better Fifi looked, the happier she was. No one really liked Fifi when she wasn’t happy, being that she was a spoiled brat.

If Jenni played her cards right, Fifi would be able to introduce her to way more “friends” than she probably had ever wanted. Metas from all over the world, adult and minor alike, all answered to Gabe, and in some cases took some hints from Fifi or Jesse acting as his footmen. Throw Jenni in that mix? The young teen would be meeting plenty of people, friendly and unfriendly alike.

“Too young? For a cell phone? God I had one when I was your age.” Fifi said distastefully, making a face. Of course she wouldn’t treat Jenni right. She was a human. They sucked. “How on earth does she expect you to contact someone in an emergency without a cell phone when you’re here? Duh.” Fifi scolded, growling a bit. “Ughn. That totally makes me mad. Cell phones like..super save lives.” Rolling her eyes, Fifi’s mood did a one-eighty when Jenni consulted her about which kind of phone to get.

“Well that depends. For texting its easier to have one like this.” She said, wiggling her cellphone near Jenni. “But if you just want to make calls, you can go for a cheap model. Most cell phones these days are just a bunch of gadgets…stuff you can do with a computer, y’know?” She said, waving her hand. “Its really up to you, what you like and stuff.”