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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 。Samyule

Grumbling, Colin walked alongside his sister, his face hidden in the hood of his sweatshirt. Being half angel, whenever he went outside at night, his skin took on a faint glow, like a beacon. He could control it at will, but it took a lot of concentration, so he preferred just to wear clothing to cover his skin.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He mumbled, glancing over at his sister, who was walking barefoot through the dirt at the gardens to the pathway to the pool. She never seemed to get too cold or too warm, and was of course, happy in any weather. She was just wearing shorts and a tee-shirt over her bikini, unused flip-flops dangling from a finger in her left hand. He watched her squelch her toes in the dirt in every step and rolled his eyes. Typical Ella.

"Oh, lighten up, Colin. This might be fun for you." Ella said, nudging him with her elbow and smiling. She didn't often break rules, but that didn't mean she was averse to doing so either. They had bumped into each other on the way here and had fallen into step beside one another without question. They knew they were both just heading to the same place.
"Might being the operative word here, Ellie." He replied, rolling his eyes, though Ella just continued to smile.

They rounded a corner together, utterly silent in their steps, and Ella smiled softly when she spotted the two of them standing near the door to the pool. She delicately picked her way over, said a quiet 'Hello.' to Yule and gave Rose a quick, impulsive nod.
"Ellie, remember. Personal space." Colin said, looking at his sister and smirking as she turned to stick her tongue out at him.

"Shush you." With that, she took up a post next to Rosie, listening to the night chatter of animals, who were happy enough to alert her if someone were to draw near. Colin only spared Yule a glance-he wasn't too fond of him, really- and then turned his eyes to look at the little red-haired girl next to his sister. It was hard to exactly see his expression in the dark while he wore that hood, but the slight nod of greeting he sent her was clear enough.


((Posting style comes in a bit..have to make one for both of them.-is brain dead-))

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To his nod
Rosie sent her own, as she was sure that this was Ella's brother. Her stomach squirmed with the idea of a strange boy seeing her in her suit, but the feeling was replaced by her rebellion. This was supposed to be a fun little break-in, not some awkward social situation (as if she hadn't had enough).

But as they walked inside, Rosie grinned to herself.
This could be awkward, yes, but certainly not for her. As they made their way to the pool, she felt no hesitation in just taking off her clothing to reveal the
bikini she wore underneath.
"So," she said in a whisper. "You guys ever do anything like this before?" No sooner was the question asked did Rosie let her jeans drop. Her clothing was scooped up and shoved into her bag, from where she pulled out her towel. In her swimsuit, Rosie looked lean and almost had an odd glow to her. It seemed the longer she was in Grove, the more her physical appearance took on a grace humans didn't possess. Whether it was the genes of an ancient psychic coming through or just the air of the place, Rosie was looking rather good.

She felt it, too.
"Kinda exciting, isn't it?"



{No more scales of gray for me...}

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{This Beat - First Train Home}

Samyule made use of the shadowed area bordering the pool and stalked around behind where the girls were sitting on the edge. He'd managed to change into his own shorts before, and he had to fight with himself a little in the mirror. He noticed that he'd lost a lot of the sheer body-mass that he used to keep while he was in Cirque. He could still do all of his moves easily, thanks to his powers mostly, but it was a little disappointing to see himself as less intimidating than he was before.

All in all, though, he had to admit that for a High School student, he was better toned than most. That at leas was something to be greatful for. And his olive skin had lightened after being so long away from the harsh Indian sun. Now, he was fit to blend in with any of the lighter skinned Bollywood actors! There was something sad in that revelation.

Putting all this aside, and bending to a new purpose gave him energy. He willed adrenaline to pump through his body, giving him the strength and agility he needed to pull off this next trick.

With a wild "WHOO HOOO!" He sprinted forward towards the backs of the girls, launched himself into a series of flips and managed to complete a twisting layout over their heads. He came upside down directly over their heads, but was sure to place him directly inbetween them in case he was lower than he expected.

The splash he made as he landed in the water was pretty epic, and he found himself laughing amdist the bubbles as he rose back to the surface. "Haha, how come no one's swimming yet?'His grin was wide with boyish enthusiasm. He felt eight years old again, hopping from one train to another.

-is lazy and will do posting style later-

The group continued on with their swimming for a few minutes in what seemed to be a kind of cautious enjoyment. Everyone knew that they had the pool to themselves and that this was alone something to revel in, but the idea of getting caught still nagged everyone's mind.

Rosie was beginning to feel a bit paranoid with every loud cry someone gave or a splash made. What would happen if they did get caught? She'd been caught doing worse things, she thought as she swam towards the edge of the pool. Damaging private property, trespassing on private property... But this was their school, right? Their pool. Their time to live.

She kept giving herself these encouraging answers to every doubt. But just as she thought her butterflies had finally flown away for good, she remembered something important.
"s**t."
Her hair straightener... she'd left it on.

It was such a stupid mistake, such a simple thing to forget, but if that thing was left on for too long, something was bound to burst into flame or melt. What if it was too close to some flammable makeup product?
Dammit dammit dammit.

Rosie hoisted herself out of the pool and onto the concrete floor.
"Yule," she called out. "Or Sam, whatever," she muttered. She kept forgetting just what to call him. He seemed laid back enough to not care either way, though. "You're gonna hate me for this, but I have to go back."

Rosie had to laugh at that. Flying, invisibility, super speed... all were powers she didn't have and wished she did instead of her insane psychic abilities. But hey. With those, she could... close windows.
Lame, she thought as she grabbed her bag of clothing.

"We'll be back!" was all she said to Ella and Colin before turning her back on them. Rosie still didn't have a good hold on what it meant to be consistently polite. Maybe she would get better at it after some more quality time, regardless of whether or not that time was spent breaking in somewhere.

She looked to Yule with her head slightly cocked to the side as she pulled on her shirt.
"I do have a key, you know. But it'd probably be better if we just went through the window... somehow."
Though how, she wasn't so sure of. She sure as hell couldn't make the jump, and if Yule could, they'd have to make sure it was even the right window. Rosie hadn't been there long enough to remember just where she was from the outside looking in.
"Any ideas on that?"

Her stifled little laugh almost gave them away. Rosie had to agree, at least on the 'drink some tea' bit. There was always something easy to mock about British people, with their sophistication seemingly bred into their bones. Ella had been very kind and patient with her, though. Colin... had seemed cold. But Rosie had to wonder, what did he see in her? She was an American. Apple pie, baseball, be an individual and pursue your dreams. What could he say about her inescapable culture?

But she felt like this wasn't the best time to throw that question at him. Really, how would that have gone? "Chip chip cheerio, and wot wot! Now, let's impersonate an American!" It could only be awkward.

Plus there was a good chance she was only trying to pick a fight, like always. To Rosie, it didn't matter what race you were or what culture you came from. She had learned to set up barriers against everyone. Dirty looks were universal. Yule, though, was her official friend, even if he had pushed a button earlier that day. He'd helped her sneak out and was making sure she got back alright. Surely that meant something, or should have?

Rosie shook herself back to the present. She'd been keeping quiet up until then, but as her dorm came into view, she had to heave an audible sigh of relief.
"Damn... I feel like a spy or something. And I'm just trying to get back into my own room."