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 Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:34 pm
 Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."A cold? Really? Thank God Monday was hot, but lacked common sense. " No, I'm alright," he said, smiling at him. " Just... It's hot inside my jacket, is all. Not your fault and besides, I dragged you here, didn't I?" He continued eating, then paused. " Wait, if you go to the school, then do you have a special power?" "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:58 am
 "My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ Monday was eating his second egg roll when asked about powers. He shook his head at first, but stopped and started writing something down. ' Only one, but it's not the reason I came here. My grandparents wanted me to go to another school, and my friend helped me afford this place. Do you have powers?' ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me." ....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 1:08 am
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."Patrick almost started to shake his head, then stopped and thought. " Well, I guess it's not like you'll tell anyone. I do have a power, and I got it from my mom. Do you wanna see it?" He set his food down, holding up his gloved hands. " It's a secret, so you have to promise not to let it loose." "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:55 pm
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."Patrick moved his own hand to curl his pinky around Monday's, feeling a tingle at the touch. " Alright then, let me show you." After carefully removing his hand from Monday's, he slipped the gloves off and placed his hands together, palm to palm. After a second, small blue crystals were seen twinkling from his hands, and he pulled them apart slowly, a large snowflake made entirely of ice crystals appearing between them. Patrick raised his hands further until they were over his head, and, after winking at Monday, he thrust his hands up and apart, the snowflake exploding into a flurry of snow that gracefully fluttered down upon them. He smiled, looking happily at Monday. " What do you think?" "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 2:09 am
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."" Oh!" Patrick laughed as cheerily as ever as he reached out, brushing the snow from Monday's shoulders and head. " I'm sorry about that. Next time, I'll be sure to keep you clear of the snow. What do you think?" "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 2:14 am
"My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ Monday continued staring at his frosty food. After another minute, he set the box and chopsticks down and replaced them with his notepad and pencil. ' My food's cold now, but that was a cool trick! ;D You can control snow?' ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 2:32 am
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."He grew pale, then set to replacing the man's food with the extras he'd set aside. " Here, let me help." Freezing cold hands replaced the food, setting aside the cold food and then handing it back. " I control ice, more specifically. Snow is just a small piece." He pulled the gloves back on, not that hungry anymore, but still taking small bites. " I came to learn to control it, but lately I've been thinking that I don't want to learn." "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 2:48 am
"My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ ' Don't worry about my food, I'm used to not eating much. People used to take my food when I was a kid :3 Sometimes my parents didn't feed me, either.
You don't want to learn how to control it? Why? It's an amazing skill!' Monday wrote. He set his notepad down and picked up his bandana, already in the motion of tying it back up. ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 2:55 am
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."He shrugged, looking away. " It's just... my family. They like me well enough, unable to control any power I have. In fact, they don't even know." He pursed his lips, then looked back to Monday and grinned. " Oh well, looks like I don't have much of a choice anymore, huh?" "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 12:52 pm
 "My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ Monday gave him a slight tilt of the head. ' Why do you keep it a secret? Would they be scared of your powers?' ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:03 pm
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."" It's complicated," he said, bowing his head and letting his fingers toy with the chopsticks. " My mother passed down her powers to all nine of us, but I didn't show signs of having any talents until I was a teenager, which was around the time that everyone else was already mastering it. By then, I was already well-known in the family as the beloved magic-less clown. I didn't want to disturb the balance, so... I kept it a secret. They think I'm here because of my music." Patrick looked back up, blue eyes staring out into the distance. " I'm better without it, I think. They like me more, and I'm "special". If they knew how powerful this stupid curse is... They'd never forgive me." "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:47 am
"My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ ' I'm sure they would still accept you if you have powers.' Monday wrote. As he waited for Patrick to finish writing, he looked down at the snow that was starting to melt. He scooped some up and stared at it, watching his body heat melt it further. ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:20 am
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."" They'll accept me, yes," he agreed, taking off his right glove to create and toy with a snowflake. " But for lying all this time and ruining my position as the buffer between magic and humanity in our lives? They'd never trust me again. I can't do that." Looking up at Monday, he laughed lightly, reaching out to poke the blonde's thumb. " Careful. Too much cold will get you sick." "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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