Her Whisper is The Lucifer [o]

[Jeffrey Dougal]

Messenger Bag~*
Wearing~
Inspiration~

sumul gotto chatji mothae nanun piharyogo aesso bwado

The music played in his ears as he chewed the end of his pencil. His work station around him revealed the fact he was going to be there for a while. He had a research paper, a book report, and a persuasive speech to write in the next two hours. His speech was actually due that day, but the other two weren't for another few days. Still, he decided he just needed to tackle them all at once. He looked at his clear scrawl of his speech so far and nearly slapped himself. He had been writing in Korean again.

It was sad how much that still got mixed up in his head. He adjusted the big headphones around his ears and scratched his for a moment. SHINee still played, barely audible from the big headphones--he didn't listen to music too loud because then it'd drown out his thoughts from himself and he couldn't concentrate. He put them back on his head and ripped out the speech from his notebook and started to translate the speech from Korean to English. It'd been four years since he'd actually lived in South Korea, but before that, it was ten years of his life completely immersed in the culture. He still thought in his native language, and when he got surprised or brought up short by someone, he answered in it before he remembered to switch to English.

It was something that got on people's nerves--when his power fritzed and broadcasted his thoughts to others, those thoughts were in a language they couldn't understand. It was better for Jeff if that happened, but he tried to keep his thoughts in English....though because he was listening to a South Korean pop band probably wasn't helping him keep his languages separate. But still. The song played on, and he faintly bobbed his head with the beat.

sarangi ottamyon jongmal sarangheatton goramyon neage irojinun mara Her Whisper Is The Lucifer

Like everytime before today, whenever his power decided to work, he had absolutely no idea if he was broadcasting his thoughts or not. He had been hopeful today, if he kept his eyes on his books and his thoughts only about his work, or any particular song he listened to, then they wouldn't be projected. Because lately it had seemed the only people who heard his thoughts were the people his thoughts were about. So maybe since he wasn't actually thinking about anyone in the library, then no one would hear him singing along in his head, while he begrudgingly translated his speech about illegal immigration.

(*Would have just put the messenger bag with the rest of his outfit but polyvore didn't get along with the hosting site so I had to do all that schtuff.

Anyway, any one is free to join and react however they see fit--whether they hear his voice in their head or not. ^.^)

[Kevin Venear]

The long rows of never ending book shelves were like a maze, a maze of cleverly placed walls of knowledge set there to trap and ensnare those who fell prey to its confusing passages. In a physical sense they were nothing like a maze. Standing row by row like a set of dominos these book shelves were fairly easy to get through. But the wealth of knowledge they held was like a vast empty sea, on the outside everything was the same, books sitting there, waiting and collecting dust. But in the inside deep secrets were held, stories waiting to unfold, information that could take one person longer than a lifetime to gather. Kevin found himself here, lost amongst the never-ending sea of knowledge. If you were looking for a random book, something to past time and entertain yourself it was easy to just pick up anything and not worry. But Kevin was on a mission, a hunt to find a certain type of book. He needed a book on light mechanics, how light waves were transferred through the air and passed through molecules. Trouble was between the science fiction alien books and the boring long life stories he could not find anything.

He had only been in there for twelve minuets, but to him it felt like two hours. Hunting down anything that could help him, anything at all. He finally found a book on light absorption in different colored objects. Finding a interest in this he picked it out from a group of sappy love stories. Placing it under his arm he headed out to the tables, hoping to find a nice well lit place to read. All of the window seats were taken, and many of the tables were completely full of people. People reading, others working on work for school, some even asleep on the tables, sneaking in a few minuets of sleep before class. Kevin eyed one of the closer tables that held only one other teen. The table had four seats, and only one being filled by someone apparently swamped in their work. Kevin slowly walked over, his head hung some and his pace kind of dragging. Sitting down in the chair across and diagonal from the other he layed the book down and opened it to the index.

After reading like three word he looked up slightly and gazed at his table mate. Not really sure if he noticed him Kevin spoke in a soft calm tone.
“Sorry if you wanted to sit alone. This was the closest empty table and I just sat down to read”
He had this kind of im sorry but you’ll get over it look on his face. It wasn’t there to be mean, or try and start anything. It was just a natural look, like a defense trigger when Kevin talked to someone he didn’t know. He was not a rude person, and hoped he had not offended the boy by sitting here. Then Kevin noticed something, the other kid had headphones on and was listening to music. The soft tunes were so quiet Kevin had not heard them until now, picking up on the fact there was headphones on his head. Now with a failed look he kind of chuckled to himself and looked back down to the book.

[Jared Park]

It doesn’t take much to notice that the library isn’t really the place Jared would want to be in a sunny weekday afternoon. From the drooping stance to the repeated puffing of his cheeks to his not-so-subtle grumbling, it’s rather obvious that almost every bone of the boy wants him out of the stuffy aisles of the said section of the school and to enjoy the sun. After all, a sky like that is a rare treat to Hammel; not only do they have the rather harsh winters, with weather manipulators out and about (most of them untrained and uncontrollable), the weather can be rather moody.

But there he was, seat stuck on a chair and nose buried under piles and piles of books. With their final exams coming soon, Jared needed to polish up his notes and study in advance. Cramming, as tempting as it may seem, has never worked for him, not because he’s a good kid and all that (he definitely isn’t), but more because if he does cram, his mind becomes extra panicky and he gets mental blocks on the time of the test. Definitely not something he would want, especially since failing means he’d get a lengthy sermon from his brother soon after. (Why does Jasper have to be so darn uptight?)

Jared was just in the middle of his Geometry notes (screw you obtuse angles!) when he heard a rather familiar tune. Which is weird, as he didn’t have his iPod with him. The young boy perked up, and if he was a rabbit, his ears would’ve turned from side to side already. Was that loud music in the library?

The song was one of Jared’s favorite tunes and normally he would’ve been grooving to the beat the moment he hears the first note, but he’s still has quite the number of chapters to go (not to mention he still needs to rewrite and polish his Science and English notes, as well as do his French homework) and he couldn’t afford any such sense of distraction right now. Grumbling, the boy reluctantly stood up, trying to find the source of that weird sound which seems to be bypassing his ears and going straight to his brain.

Song still ringing in his head (well, at least it’s not UKiss’s ManManHaNi or something), the boy rubbed his temples slightly as he walked over the nearest table. He’s not exactly sure if it was the boy’s fault, but he does have earphones on – maybe they were just a little too loud for comfort (if they were, then good luck to his eardrums then). “Err, excuse me?” he smiled awkwardly, tapping on the boy’s shoulder and bowing slightly, “I didn’t mean to intrude, but could you lower your volume down a bit? Lucifer’s awesome and all, but, umm, some of us are (sort of) trying to study around here.”

Hopefully that didn’t sound too rude.

ooc:
Hopefully Jared can still join the fray. Heehee. He just can't stay away from the song really. .
- Jam

[Jeffrey Dougal]

He has happily done translating his speech into English (though his hand writing was much better drawing the Korean symbols than with the English letters), and turned his attention back to the book he had about immigration laws. He was doing research to back up his points in his speech, instead of just bullshitting the entire assignment like he really wanted to. His parents would be very disappointed in him, and probably cut his allowance. He needed the money, so he forced himself to do the work, even if he really didn't want to.

Honestly, he didn't noticed the guy when he sat down across from him immediately, he was engrossed in the book he was reading. He looked up momentarily, to let his eyes focus on the rest of the room and when he saw that there was someone sitting there that hadn't been previously, he jumped slightly. He didn't mind--this table wasn't his and the guy wasn't bothering him or anything, he was just surprised to find someone there. He wondered how long the guy had been there--because it couldn't have been too long (unless he was invisible at the time or something)--but it would seem it wasn't for too long because the guy started talking and apologizing if Jeff had wanted to just sit along. Jeff noticed the guy was Asian, but like so many times before, he didn't assume this guy spoke Korean (and it did help that the guy had spoken in a very clear American accent in English).

"It is okay. I do not mind." Jeff had plucked his headphones off of his ears to speak to the boy, even though he could easily hear him over his music. He reached down into his pocket for his phone, to turn off the music all together, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up, startled, to see a guy that looked exactly like one of the members of the band he was currently listening to. He gaped at him in surprise. There was no way they were the same guy, right? The guy that may or may not be Taemin didn't help his case when he told Jeff that he liked Lucifer and all, but he was trying to study.

Now Jeff knew his music wasn't loud enough to be heard discernibly by the guy that was sitting across from him, so the only explanation for this as that he had been projecting his thoughts, and the song along with it. He sighed a little and withdrew his iphone from his pocket and turned off his music. He replaced his phone in his pocket, after he'd unplugged his headphones that is, and took his headphones off his head and put them in his messenger bag. "I am sorry. I think it was my power that you were hearing, and not my music. Unless you have extra sensory perception, or heightened hearing." Jeff mumbled a little in Korean first, because he was still very jarred by the striking resemblance between this guy and Taemin. "I apologize, my power....mal...malfunctions most of the time."

[Kevin Venear]

Kevin sighed a little, relieved that the other student across from his was not bothered by his seating there. After all he did not like upsetting others and felt bad for interrupting this guys reading. He seemed so engrossed in the book he was reading, that he didn’t even notice Kevin to start with. A bit startled after seeing him the boy was ok with him being there, and he was happy about that. Kevin smiled a bit, then looked down at the book and flipped it open to the first page. Light absorption and refraction was what the top of the page read. He didn’t even want to read this right now to be honest, but he needed to sharpen his skills a little and this most likely had some useful tips to help. He didnt notice the third boy walk up, tapping the first kid on the shoulder eh seemed a little annoyed at the loudness of his music.

Kevin glanced up and put on a very confused look, he did not hear any music at all, and wondered what this kid was even talking about. Sure the boy had headphones on, and he was pretty convinced music was playing. But he didn’t hear anything, and his hearing wasn’t that bad. This guy must have super keen hearing or something. But Kevin began to wonder when the boy sitting across from him spoke of how his powers malfunctioned sometimes and it must have been his abilities that the kid was hearing. Feeling a bit out of the loop, he blurted out his words, not even realizing how sudden it was.

“How curious, what exactly is your power if you don’t mind me asking? Im always interested in what others can do, and since you seem to be having some issues…”
He realized after speaking that he must look like a complete loser to these to. Not being very popular or well known, it was most likely that he was about to be looked at odd. He felt bad for speaking up, as if he said something wrong or asked for something they couldn’t offer.

[Jared Park]

Now Jared felt like a jerk.

He did try his best not to sound too irritated or furious (‘cause he was neither; he’s only a bit bothered, to say the least) but apparently it still came off as a bit offending. Which isn’t good, considering that it wasn’t the boy’s fault his power’s gone all wonky. Jared knows firsthand how moody powers can be quite bothersome (though his powers have never been malicious to anyone but himself) so he felt a bit ashamed at his lack of sympathy.

“My bad. I didn’t know you meant no harm,” smiled the boy shyly, instinctively scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Biting his lip, he gave the older boy a quick bow. “It’s not me though, to be honest. I’m a bit of a loser to have those decent powers.” Though a classmate’s tale about having frequent ear bleeding due to superhearing has made him rather thankful he possessed no such gift really.

He did brighten slightly when he heard the boy mumble a bit in Korean. He might not be able to speak his (supposed) mother tongue – though he can understand some of it to an extent – but he can surely tell it apart from, say Chinese or Japanese. Living in a multicultural community dominated by such ethnicities helped quite a lot. “Oh, oh! Annyeong haseyo,” beamed the boy, bowing once more but with visibly more enthusiasm compared to his previous one, “You’re Korean too? That’s awesome!” Boy was he happy to find one of his own.

It wasn’t his intention to ignore the other boy across the table, so he was caught off guard when he spoke suddenly, jumping ever so slightly. It was a completely valid question, in his opinion, one he would’ve asked himself had he not been so engrossed upon the fact that he found kin within Hammel’s walls.

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[Jeffrey Dougal]

This wasn't the first time his power had annoyed someone and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Though, on the list of times his power had gotten him into trouble, this wasn't so bad. Some of the time it had gotten him kicked out of the classroom (teacher overheard his mocking), smacked in the face (girl felt embarrassed and humiliated), punched in the face (guy felt emasculated and victimized), shoved to the ground (boyfriend overheard about his girlfriend's indiscretion), and so on. In fact, this happening was one of the most innocent one's Jeff has been through, so the boy's apology was actually quite nice. He was understanding--it probably helped that he had liked the song he had heard.

"It is not your fault. I cannot control this part of my power--of who hears it or when it is projected." Jeff was about to continue, to explain the true cons of his power when the boy he was speaking to seemed to light up and then greeted him in Korean. Jeff's eyes widened. There was hardly a doubt in his mind that this boy was Taemin. He was Korean, and knew the song, and looked just like him--well OK his hair was different and his accent wasn't Korean in the slightest, but still. Jeff then rattled off a series of questions, asking where the boy was from and how long he had been away from home and similar things.

When the other boy across the table spoke up, Jeff looked a little slapped on the wrist--he'd forgotten about him over there because of his excitement of meeting someone else from South Korea (who may also be famous). He smiled a little at him, trying to not look too guilty. "Thought projection, my power is called. Other people hear my thoughts, but I cannot hear anyone elses. It has only gotten me into trouble. I cannot control who hears it, or how much they hear and most of the time I do not even know it is happening. I have been here a year and then some and have not made much progress." Jeff never had a problem explaining his power, because other people needed to know about it so they didn't think they were going crazy because of the voice they were hearing in their head--though it did get him into trouble on most, well all, occasions. He wished he could just press a mute button (or think Korean all the time, but the more he did that, the more he had trouble switching his words to English). He shifted in his seat a little and looked down at his books and then back up at the two.

"So if you hear anything that I did not say...please I did not mean whatever it was--just thoughts."