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Jolisa looked up from her soup when she heard Chris scream and put her spoon down, ruuning up to her room. She looked into Chris's room and gasped. Both because of the strong sense of annyance coming from the room and the cottage cheese everywhere. "Woah! What is going on in here!"

Jolisa glared right back at Sam before rolling her eyes. So immature. She tried to push calming waves towards Sam. Just enough so that he wouldn't throw anymore of the white goop. "Will you knock it off. The Doctor wouldn't be very impressed by your behavior right now." She tried to use his devotion to the professor to get him to stop.

Jolisa ducked as the cottage cheese flew at her head, yet some still got in her hair. She growled and walked towards the railing. "Oh yeah! I'm the monster! You're the one who pops in and out all the time and flings lumpy cheese at people!" Her arms flailed around to emphasize her point even if he couldn't see her. Taking a deep breath she walked back to the other girls and looked around the room. "Want me to help you clean this up Chris?"

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...Samuel Wallis...
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Christiana Martin

Sighing, Chris sat down abruptly on the carpeted floor, in a yoga position, while expertly avoiding splotches of cottage cheese. She closed her eyes and made the future her entire mind. Her physical senses went numb. She could no longer hear her sisters, see her messy indie room, or smell rotten milk. Her mind was now concentrated on the flickering future. When she was like this, she was able to see further into the upcoming than just the allotted five minutes. She was one to two second picture, with snapshots of black, which was whatever she saw when Chris teleported into her future. Different crude pranks were changing by the second. He knew her weakness. Damn him! She thought loudly, still in her metaphysical future world. She would find a way to torture him for using her gift against her. Now, she was of no use to anyone. It was as if she was listening to the best radio station ever, and had just driven under a tunnel; static blocking out your favorite song.

Jolisa sighed at the aditude of Sam. Why is he so immature! Gasping as he swung his hand towards JZ she covered her mouth in shock. Oh my god! Where is ZACK! He's the political one! "This is not gonna end well." The mumbled words weren't loud enough to reach anyone else.

~Eldest Son~

Zack noted the loud catastrophe and threw his book down. This was getting way out of hand. Zack trudged up the stairs. His anger inside was boiling, but he took his minute or two as he climbed the stairs to recollect himself. He would not explode at them. He would keep it controlled. He came to the door of Christiana's room. He slowly opened it. He followed, to defend Sam and to stop Sam from anything else he had planned.

Zack stood there, glaring at Sam and JZ. They needed to get this over with, and these two were apparently bad with words. He took a deep relaxing breath, in his mouth out his nose. he did that twice slowly, trying to cool to a simmer. He grabbed hold of JZ's and Sam's pants and threw them to opposite walls, dangling by the pants they wore. He knew his cold anger wouldn't be enough to hold them. Zack rarely got this upset. He used his telekinesis to remove the bits of goop, and liquid following, from anything it had unfortunately hit. "Jolisa, get JZ some ice. Now," he said, ice almost forming as he said every syllable. He breathed slowly, but it was only cooling him slightly. "You," he pointed to Sam. "What got into your head that made you think you could hurt someone? Especially someone in the family?" he asked, rhetoricality highly evident in his voice. "We are a family. We cannot hurt each other. Your occasional pranks are annoying, but not harmful.... I will make this absolutely clear to you... I Will Not Have Anyone In Our Family HARMED!!!" he shouted at Sam slowly getting closer throughout his barrage. Every syllable seemed like it could be a weapon from the way he said it. He had a large big brother complex for everyone in the family. His hands were glued to his side, but they were in definite fists, his knuckles white. "Then getting another family member tied into revenge.... Samuel, say you are sorry to Chris for ruining her room," he stated as the cottage chese made it's way to the kitchen garbage. He was very thorough about not letting any of it drop on the floor on the way there.

Samuel wouldn't have to clean the room, but an apology was in order. Zack would get this situation cleared up. The first time, apparently, hadn't been clear enough. He would not have this childish eye for an eye mindset in this household. It's part of the reason behind JZ wanting to leave and he wouldn't let that strengthen more than it already was. Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, he thought to himself. I will not have this family blind, nor reflect the world. We will be better. When we are out there, we will change it, and better it. We will be positive ripples in the world, he thought to himself. He very much believed that. He hated reactiveness, he wanted proactiveness. So somebody hurt you, then avoid them or don't talk to them. Don't hurt them back. Just make sure you don't get hurt again. Somebody wants to be alone in the world, let them. Don't hurt them because of thier choice. Find someone new that does want you.