Trees!? [Open]

[Isidore Joechim]

So this was the school? It wasn't what she had expected after such a long trip! Darn it! There should have been camels with fire works strapped to their backs or something for all the trouble she went through! That woman on the plane had been pure torment, but it had been worth it to be in a whole new continent! Oooh! What were those!? Isidore turned toward a green object, it was a tree! It still shocked and amazed her those really did exist. Back at the colony they only had pictures, and she had been sure they were edited in some way or another! But no here they were! Real... LIFE... TREES!!!!! They were so so... Oh god! That was amazing! The amber brown haired girl ran toward a bench. It was made of wood! They cut up trees?! But they were so beautiful! Did they really have so many they could just cut them down!?

A small poke in her pocket reminded her that she had a map in there. Isidore pulled out the folded school map and began to look over it. She had placed colorful dotted stickers over the rooms she needed to get too, and they were wonderful dotted stickers. Lowering the map, she took in a deep breath as she looked up. This would never get old, being able to look up and be able to see the sky without having to wear six layers of clothing. Stuffing the map under her left arm she yanked her digital camera out of her fanny pack. Placing it near her eye the girl took off. Isidore began to zoom in on the leafs of the trees as she walked throughout the school's campus. Her camera's lens moved to the floor, following a trail of ants to a hill. She stayed on there for a long while as she tried to count the ants, but they kept moving and made it too hard. Her feet moved her along the cracks of the side walk as Isidore filmed the world she had been allowed to come to.

Isidore held the camera down and looked around, the courtyard was pretty barren. Just like back home.. Her mother had warned her she'd miss home, but Isidore wouldn't allow herself to be home sick. No no no! Oh look! The map under her arms! She hadn't even seen her dorm yet. Oh well, that could be done later, now was sight seeing time! As she shoved the now crinkled map into her pocket, Isidore bent down and pressed the small buttons on her shoes that released the wheels on her heads. Returning her camera to the position of being in front of her eyes, Isidore continued to wheel herself around the courtyard, taking in the sites. To her it was an exciting new world; to everyone else... It was a weirdo with a camera.

[Lani Hunter]

Lani sighed he had to get out of bed eventually. He had only been here a few weeks and it wasn't getting any easier. His alarm blared and the alarm lifted. He gasped and lunged to catch it before it took a suicidal flight into the wall. He had lost three alarm clocks that way... He turned it off and shook his head trying to suppress his ability to move things. It wasn't working. He had only had these powers a little longer than he had been at the school and it wasn't exactly ideal for a new place. Granted there were people all around him with similar abilities and strangeness around him but none of them seemed to be having problems 'fitting in' so to speak. He had no classes until later and that annoying training session. He groaned he knew it was necessary but how on earth could he even being to control something like this?

He shuffled out of bed catching his toothbrush as he went to the sink. There was a peculiar amount of things flying about his room. Thank goodness not as bad as it had been the first time this power had decided to burst out. He had been tossing things everywhere. At least now he had some sort of control. It still went crazy when he slept though. Sometimes he would wake up and his room would just be trashed. Thank goodness today was not one of those days, already looking to be a good day. He opened the curtains and inhaled the sunlight. It had been a long time, Lani decided, since he had been outdoors for anything just relaxing. Lani smiled a little despite his usually melancholy expression. Yes today would be a good day. He dressed quickly and simply pulling a sweatshirt over his head to combat the chill in the morning air.

He slipped out of his dorm and into the light. He couldn't help smiling the pleasant rustle of the leave and the soft chirp of birds. He Picked up a stick and it drifted with annoying relaxation to his hand. He had a bad habit of Picking up things and testing them and Feeling them. It was hard to explain. It was like his mind expanded with a pair of invisible hands that could be stretched and manipulated. He could in a sense tell an object from these figurative hands. As a consequence he Picked random objects up just to see if he could and to get familiar with the object. He didn't always have to see what it was that he was moving in order to pick it up. Which was an annoying thing because things just came and 'tapped' on his shoulder. Like now he blinked in confusion as a camera dropped into his palm. He looked at it for a moment completely lost at why it was now in his hand. He looked around and saw a girl... rolling?... around a little ways away. "Hey, sorry." He said ducking his head. "Is this yours?"

[Emma Hayes]

Emma was tired. Very, very tired. She hadn't slept much since her powers had developed; she was too scared. She lived with two other girls, and she didn't want them to see what see could do. Emma didn't want her dreams broadcast to world, she didn't want her intimate thoughts to be shown to everyone around her. She had to remain constantly focused, constantly controlled, constantly sharp. It was getting harder to do with only a few hours of sleep here and there.

In desperation to keep her eyes open, Emma headed to the courtyard for a walk. Moving would keep her awake, she'd just have to keep control not to let her mind wander while she was moving. Emma did not need a repeat of the last time that had happened, it was far to embarrassing to have everyone see you who you fancied. So instead she began to repeat the atomic table in her mind. That was boring and required concentration. It left no room for slipping up.

But then she saw a young girl rolling on the ground and a young man staring at said girl in confusion. Maybe it was the view of only being a few feet away. Maybe it was the 40 minutes of sleep she'd had in two days. Or maybe she was having a brain aneurysm from thinking to much about chemistry. Whatever the case, Emma's facade of perfect focus and responsibility cracked, and she began to laugh.