I'm Not Tired [Oliver]

[Jesse Adams]

These long days were starting to get to Jesse.

Up early to head to his morning classes, pay attention all throughout those. Power training, that was draining mentally and physically. More classes, and more mental exhaustion. By the time he was done his normal classes, some days the last time he wanted to do was drag himself to Pilot Ridge, to the M.S.A.D. compound. He loved nothing more than causing destruction through Gabriel’s private tutoring. But it was exhausting. He was lucky if he made it back to Hammel by curfew, and if his homework got done between then and when he actually went to sleep, it was a miracle.

That was his problem right now. He’d endured a full day of classes, and a gruelling session with Gabriel involving memories. It made it difficult to concentrate on the physics problems he was working on when his classroom memories were fuzzy. The better he got at controlling his power, the better his side effects would be. He knew that. And he was actually managing to keep memories altered now. That was more than he’d have ever done at this point through Hammel alone.

But fuck, it was making this hard. The little blond was sprawled across a bed in one of the spare rooms. All of his homework was spread out in front of him. He’d finished a bit of geometry, but it was physics he was stuck on now. He normally got this. It was easy. But his pages were blurring and he couldn’t focus properly. Every so often his head would drop slightly, not-so-elegantly faceplanted in his books. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a moment, things would improve. Then he could finish, and head back to Hammel just before curfew.

Maybe.

[Oliver Wells]

The sound of dragging feet and the loud 'whomp' of weight suddenly settled on a mattress had drawn Oliver out of his room and down the hall to one of the vacant guest rooms. Or at least, he believed it was vacant. That was, until he very quietly pushed the door open and poked his head in, his eyes immediately resting on the slumped form of one of the younger members of the M.S.A.D. His face was in a book, quite literally, as his cheek smooshed against the pages, his eyes fighting to remain open. He had the distinct feeling that Jesse was trying to do the world that laid beneath him, but exhaustion had set in, making it impossible to even pick up his pencil and scrawl out some rubbish about whatever school subject he was stuck on. He made a small noise, and the elder watched as the muscles along his back flexed uselessly, trying to move his form to do his homework.

The blonde glanced back at the door, seeing no one approaching, he made a split second decision. It really wasn't often that he did this sort of thing, but he did care about the members of the group dearly, especially the younger members he was assigned to take care of. Occasionally, in this sort of situations, Oliver relayed sympathy on the kids and did something that was really incredibly easy for him, but sometimes difficult for others.

He did their homework for them. It wasn't such a big deal, but it wasn't something he really wanted to make a habit of. But, it was obvious that Jesse... wasn't moving anytime soon. So, carefully, Oliver creeped over to the side of the bed, and was able to slowly move the text book and worksheets out from under the nearly-unconscious teenager. He stirred, but never truly moved enough for Oliver to believe him awake. Pursing his lips, he stared at the equations and symbols, the words that infected the page - Physics. That wasn't so bad, it was something that Oliver was pretty good with. Sitting back in the overstuffed armchair, strategically placed in the corner of the room to look comfy and inviting, he fiddled through the papers and caught onto what the subject he was currently studying was. He remembered the Physics teacher - they were okay, but really wasn't all there in the head. Sitting back, the elder blonde looked over to the slumbering dream walker and smiled just a bit, before looking back down to the papers and started to scrawl away the answers to the only mildly challenging practice problems.

[Jesse Adams]

Doing his homework in one of the spare rooms really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Jesse. Not on nights he trained at the compound, be it power training, languages, or gunplay. It was, however, unusual for him to doze off like this. He couldn’t help his exhaustion, and if he kept going like this, he didn’t think that a burnout was going to be far off. Something would have to give. Little did he know, his Hammel days were numbered. Much as he wanted to drop out, he still had his uses for the school. It didn’t serve much of an educational purpose anymore, but the information it held on the staff, the students, was invaluable to MSAD, and to Gabriel in particular. Jesse would continue to attend as long as the information didn’t dry up.

But back to the present. Where the blond was dozing off, and all hopes of finishing physics and getting back to Hammel before curfew were, in all likelihood, out the window now. But he was so tired, and he couldn’t focus. A few moments of closing his eyes wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?

He was only partially awake when he felt someone disturb his nest of worksheets and textbook pillow. The blond shifted and made a noise, a cross between a whine and a grunt. “Giveitback,” he mumbled, his face half pressed into the blanket that covered the bed. “’t’s mine.” But that was it for protests. He just curled in on himself and forgot about his now stolen homework. Whoever had it could keep it, as far as he was concerned.

Of course, peace never lasts very long with Jesse in the room. The deeper his body let him fall into darkness, the nightmares started. It was something he’d never understood about his powers. He didn’t even have to alter dreams to be affected by his own. Maybe it was less of a side effect, and more of a disorder, but he wouldn’t be asking Dr. Neville, nor Max (he wasn’t asking Max anything, ever. Or even going near him, for that matter) about it anytime soon. It didn’t take long, maybe fifteen minutes, for him to start squirming on the bed. A very fine sheen of sweat appeared, his expression a cross between fear and anger. Quick, Oliver, better rescue him.

//OOC - I had no idea what to do. <3//