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[Zaeric Blackwood]

Mondays. Mondays really really sucked. As in, get a boatload of homework and get it all done for tomorrow. Sometimes Zaer questioned himself, wondered why he bothered at all. Oh right. Because my little loving sister would beat me if I didn't. Well, that not all but.. He shook his head. He needed to keep his grades up just because he would never forgive himself if he didn;t. Thats why he was sitting here writing something for English. But his mind was wndering, the faint itching of words in the back of his brain. They were always there, ready to explode forth at any untold moment. It was just somtimes they didn't want to cooperate. Zaer set his homework aside, grabbing a blank sheet and scribbling down words furiously.

If words were enough
for the storm inside
Would we still
have to hide?
The words grant pardon
to thoughts and deeds
for ignoring those
which we should heed.

He set the pencil down, examining the words in front of him. He was always happy to have a new poem, a few lines that made sense in only his head. Well, there might be other people too since they could see in his head. But tht wasn't a problem. If they wanted to take a peek inside that was juuuust fine. He wasn't going to pay for thier counseling once they were done.

The thought brought a low chukcke to him, his smile light. It was only then he heard the dorm room door open. He didn't turn, but leaned back in his chain to look at the person upside down.

[Ann Hudgins]

Mark your calendars, people. Ann did not want to sit down and do her homework; repeat, did not[/i] want to do her homework. It was such a rare occurrence, Ann couldn't think of a time that she didn't do her work the day it was assigned. But now, as she walked back from her training class with her backpack full of text books, all she could think about was hanging out with her boyfriend, Alex, or any of her other friends. Robbie was probably doing something fun at the moment. Hell, she would prefer to hang out with Zac of all people, than sit inside and do work right now.

She wasn't sure she liked this new change in her, but that dislike wasn't enough to snap her out of this mood she was in. She was well aware that she could just change her mood to one that would let her do homework, but using her powers like that seemed...wrong almost. She could turn other people's mood from depressed to content, or angered to stoic but she couldn't just change her own mood. Personal gain was a no-no.

She sighed as she made it to her dorm and she fished her key out of her pocket and walked in. She paused when she spotted Zaeric on the couch, looking at her upside down because he was probably too lazy to turn around the other way. As the door shut behind her, she moved around the couch and collapsed against it, her backpack thudded on the floor and she sighed. "Zzzzzzzeeeaaaaa," she whined faintly. "I really don't want to do my homework." It felt so alien to say, but it was still true. There wasn't a single want for her to do her work. Her empathy, however, was picking up on his inspiration--he must have written another poem.

She thought about maybe absorbing some of that inspiration, to get her started on her homework, but the thought scared her.

[Zaeric Blackwood]

It was Ann. In fact, she seemed a little upset. Zaer kinda found it funny because his way of thinking of empathy was a little backward. Shouldn't she be all happy bubbly all the time? Or kinda bi-polar ish. Well, Ann wasn't. In fact, Zaer mentally slapped himself for even thinking that. He'd known her for a good while now, and she wasn't a crazy person sucking on people's feelings. He almost wanted to apologize for his thoughts, disgusted with himself. But he let it fade quickly focusing on Ann's words instead.

He hadn't turned over yet, still staring upside down. He brought the paper to his face and reread it a few times trying to understand exactly what he had written. Zaeric always told people he didn't write the poetry, he just gave it a physical, musical form. Okay, technically it was an abstract form since poetry wasn't really a thing you could touch. Unless it was a book of course. Then you could touch it read it, and well, yea.

"You? Not do homework? That's weird. Are you getting sick Ann? If so I can walk you down to the clinic. Or get someone else to." There was a hint of amusement in his voice. Zaer's thoughts zinged right to the fact that if something really was wrong he didn't have the foggiest fricking idea what to do. Probably get a teacher or something so Ann didn't go bonkers.

" Ann, Don't make me get off this couch. I have a paper to finish and I don't want to do that either. That's why I resorted to writing poetry like any good procrastinator." There was an unspoken duh at the end of his words, something that hung there like a cloud. It wasn't a mean thing, just his normal, slightly too warm, Zaer-ness. He kicked his feet over over the back of the couch to hang somewhere near Ann's head, just to annoy her slightly. His goal was to get her to smile, and he hoped it was working. If there was one thing Zaeric couldn't stand, it was a pretty girl who was sad.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann would probably go insane if she was happy and bubbly all the time. However it seemed like she was always like that because of Alex. There was a difference though. Like how she missed him when they weren't in the same class, or like now, when he went home. She heaved a sigh and curled her legs up around her. Her emotions weren't controlled by everyone's around her anymore--thank god. She was never really happy during that time, sure there were moments where she was because of what she had absorbed, but when it was coupled with a roomful of other things and contradicting emotions, it was like trying to make sense out of a spinning wheel of colors.

"No. I don't think I am sick..." she had considered the idea on the walk here, but she didn't feel sick. She just had the strongest want to to something else instead of her homework. It was a strange, powerful feeling that she didn't really like. She wrinkled her nose at his amusement. It wasn't exactly a funny event for her. She heaved a sigh and glanced in his direction. It certainly wouldn't be fair that she was going crazy now instead of years ago after all the stress of emotions. That would be wrong on so many levels.

The temptation to borrow his inspiration was still there, but the though of instant gratification scared her. She could get addicted to it...and it wasn't morally right for her to use her powers like that for personal gain. She couldn't do it and she wouldn't allow herself to do it. She leaned forward in the couch and extracted all of her text books. So much work. "Ung. Well going to the clinic isn't going to get any of this work done. I need to do it. I just don't...ugh want to. How do you get out of these sorts of moods?" She asked looking at him, he had mentioned being a procrastinator, but even those sorts of people did their work.

[Zaeric Blackwood]

He htought. Ususally to get out of one of those moods he played guitar or forced himself to write poetry. He din't think that would work for her.
" Guitar. Thats what I usually do. Orlisten tomusic of somekind. Musica an awesome way to get in a goodmood. You slowly work your way into upbeat music. " He shugged and peeked his head over to look at her for amoment. Then he sat back down and wrote for amoment.

She looked kind of funny. Really,like she was eating something gross. The look crossed her face and he had to wonder what she was thinking. She seemed a little of today. Really, she did. Almost like she was... just having a worse than usual day. Zaer kind felt bad. So instead of continueing to scribble franticly in silence he put his paper and pen down and leaned over the back of the couch to look at Ann. He wanted to know what was wrong but didn't want to pry. Zaer sighed in slight frustration and decided to just ask.

"Hey Ann, I don't mean to be nosy, but whats wrong? There'smore to it than just not wanting to do homework. I don't know what it is, but you're not usually this down." And it was true. His expierience with Ann was that she was a normal person who sometimes had a bit of a temper. Well, anyone could have a temper really if you opushed them far enough. He just wan't used to her being all...mopey.

" You know, ice cream fixes everything. And guitar." He said to her, smiling. He was kind of anxious inside, but hoped she didn't know that. It would be better. So he concentratedon just feeling curious and wanting to make poetry and eat ice cream. Which was all true.