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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 9:43 pm
He looked up sharply at Straffe's question, momentarily confused. Negative? About his powers? He laughed, eating his brownie before he answered. He kicked back, looking over. "It's not my powers I'm negative about, Straffe." He said honestly, eying him.
"I was homeschooled. And then when I was ten Mom decided to put me into public schools. So I came in not knowing anyone, right? And I've figured out that normal people don't like different people. My parents've always taught me to keep my power hidden so I don't get harassed about it." He said, eating a second brownie thoughtfully. "Didn't stop me from getting picked on, but it didn't make it worse, so..."
So he wasn't negative about his powers. He loved them. He just hated that people might not see it his way.
He shrugged at the comment about uniforms, making a face. "I'd still feel more comfortable in my own clothes. And I doubt many people would be happy with them." Or maybe they would; he had no idea. The schools he went to never required them, so personal expression was a freedom he had. Even though his 'personal expression' was limited to dark clothes, he still got that choice.
He eyed Straffe while the kid busied himself eating, chewing thoughtfully. He smirked a little at the face. "Is it--" He dropped off the statement when Straffe spoke, and made a face. "Really? It looks gross." He eyed the jelly suspiciously, munching on his brownies. He'd stick with what he could recognize, thank you!
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:15 am
Straffe smiled, a little sheepish. He was always trying to analyse everything. "Ah. So it's more the inconvenience of the outside world. I daresay you won't be the only one who'll be in that emotional state here."
He tapped his spoon thoughtfully and took another bite out of his curious concoction. At least the food was... different. Although he really was missing his mother's cooking. "Personally I've always enjoyed school." His tone was sheepish. Most kids hated school. "Only because my house is really noisy and stuff." he added before Jenner thought he was a nerd or a jock.
Straffe grinned at the uniform comment. His smile was pretty easy to coax out of him. "I don't mind the no uniform rule, but that means I won't have as good an excuse to not wear my aunties knitted shirts." He wasn't complaining so much as stating fact.
"It's just a little odd looking. Really." He offered Jenner a spoonful. "You'll never expand your pallet if you don't try something new."
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 9:16 am
"Probably not." Jenner agreed, looking around. Though the majority looked normal, it wasn't hard to pick out a few who looked like damaged goods. Societal outcasts, if you would. But not a single one would make for a good friend, Jenner decided without actually speaking. He'd prefer the solar-powered Straffe. The likelihood of him getting his a** kicked was minimal.
"I liked school when my Mom taught it." He said with a shrug, eating his brownies. "But it's always been just me, so..." He was used to a relatively quiet house, unless Louis was building something or fixing something. "The only bad thing is the explosions." He looked sheepish. "Dad's great at repairs, but sometimes..."
Jenner jerked a little back when Straffe held the spoon out, eying the foreign food. "Whoever said that probably died eating a jellyfish." He pointed out, eying the spoon with a hint of mistrust. What if he was allergic to it? No, no, Jenner didn't have allergies... Finally swallowing down what little hesitation there'd been, he leaned forward and ate the bite off the spoon.
Blink. ... Blink. "... Huh." Well, it wasn't poison. And it wasn't really bad, either. "You're right. Just weird." He swallowed, and finished his brownie, snorting a little.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:02 am
Straffe could tell that he'd put the other boy a little more at ease, that being said, having someone to chat with through dinner had also put his own nerves to rest- not that many people would believe it but he could be just as high-strung as the next person. first day, new school, no parents, superpowered children everywhere. Yep, that was definitely something any sane person could get iffy about.
"Homeschooled, eh? My house is like a warzone, so I don't think I would really have enjoyed homeschooling." He grinned. "Although maybe homeschooling would be better for not having to hand assignments in on time..." finally with a nod, he reached a decision. "Hm, well I reckon there'd be pros and cons to both methods. I think that its good to interact with others your own age, though, don't you?"
Straffe grinned. "Probably, but how will you get anything done if you don't try it?" oh god, he'd really said that outloud, hadn't he?
Straffe took his spoon back, scooping some more of his mess back up. "See. Experimentation- what could go wrong!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:15 am
He grinned a bit. "My house was very... quiet. I liked it." He really missed it, actually. Being in a school like the Academy was kind of like having hundreds of siblings. Loud, boistrous, obnoxious, bound to devolve into fights of some sort... He was hoping to avoid those. He'd have to find a place to hide for the year.
"You're a walking book of cliches." Jenner said as he chewed, snorting at him. He swallowed just in time for Straffe's next little proclamation.
Jenner blinked, and snorted laughter. "Spoken like someone who's going to wind up getting food poison." He grinned a little, shaking his head and getting up. "I'm going to go find my room. Maybe we can sit together again or something?" He offered, shouldering the sole bag he'd kept with him. A 'just in case' bag, in case his mother had forgotten to send his things, or something happened, or--
Stop! Jenner shook off the faint worry that the thought train led him to. It'd just make him sad about family. Anyway. "I'll see you around, yeah?"
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