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Leila sat angerly thinking about the pros and cons of this place. She didn't have to be shoved foster home to foster home to more people who didn't want her and didn't care for her. She didn't have to feel guilty about putting her parents away in jail for the rest of their lives. But then again... she was in a place with a quack and a bunch of other people like herself. and they all had powers. She began wondering what her power was. Knowing her, she didn't have one because the Quack didn't give her one and she was just here to be tortured by the "powers" of the others. She scowled when she thought of this.
She hoped off the sill and began walking in the direction, or at least she thought was, to her "bedroom" She gazed around as she walked. It was extremely bland around here and she felt more and more caged in. But she couldn't decide weither to hate it yet. She just strongly disliked it. She found her room and walked inside. She saw a closet filled with disgusting looking clothes. She stuck her tounge out at them. "I'd rather wear my clothes thank you very much" She said outloud. She went and laid on the bed. She looked over and saw a box with a few things. She got up and peered in her box. She saw a few of her things, mostly stolen things. There was her music player and a stuffed animal that belonged to her little sister. She gingerly lifted it out of the box and cuddled it. She placed it on her bed and continued to rumage through the box. It had the stuff she brought from house to house, so she felt a bit at ease. Just think of it as another foster home she told herself.

Brynn Syvra figured as much. The doctor is a b*****d. Her eyes narrowed, her temper flared, and as Dawn's eyes connected with Brynn's, Dawn fell to the floor, screaming in agony.
Brynn blinked in pleasant surprise, and then her eyebrows came together and her lips made a slight frown. She slowly bent down and picked Dawn back up. Dawn was shaking, but Dawn's eyes never left Brynn's, and they were filled with a strange curiosity that seemed to burn. As Dawn watched, Brynn's hair turned a darker maroon, but nobody else seemed to notice. Brynn, however, saw her hair color change, and was slightly disconcerted. She didn't like anything happening to her that she didn't understand.

Dawn had never been so happy to have received her serum. Without it she surely would have exploded, and that could have meant the end of these people when they had only just found out about their gifts.
“Your gift is truly wonderful,” Dawn whispered her voice shaky and hardly audible. If it were not for the other girl’s hand on her, she feared she might have fallen over.
Dawn noticed the look the girl gave her hair. “It is not so bad. I think it…it rather suits you, Miss.” She took a step back, attempting to stand on her own. “But perhaps you should drink your juice now. It will help you, I promise. It always helps me.”
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Jack had braced himself this time. He already knew what the doctor was telling him, and he had a pretty good idea of how the other students would react. Throughout the whole speech Jack had clenched his fists and closed his eyes, just waiting for the explosion. It took longer than he expected, though, and he had begun to have hope that it wouldn’t happen at all.
But it did, and it was worse than he could ever have guessed. The wave of anger struck Jack, almost knocking him down. If he hadn’t been expecting it, he would have cried out. Jack clutched his head and turned toward Alice. Her eyes went wide when she realized what was happening to him.
“Alice…” Jack said through clenched teeth, and he began to reach for his glass. He looked wild and desperate. Alice grabbed his hand and shook her head.
“Don’t. You will regret it later.”
More anger and sorrow. Jack threw a pained look at the fierce woman he had seen earlier. She seemed to hold the most anger out of all of them. He was glad she was at least venting it, even if that did mean she had to smash a table.
“Go Jack,” Alice said, leaning in so that she could be heard above the chaos. “Get out of here. We can talk later.”
Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He ran out of the room, still clutching his head. On his way out Jack almost ran into the blue-eyed girl he had tried to help earlier, just barely dodging her at the last minute. He didn’t offer an apology, but he hoped she might understand.
He wasn’t sure where he was going, but that didn’t stop him from going there. Even as Jack moved away, slamming doors in his wake, the swirling mass of anger still pulsed at the edges of his mind. Jack pushed open a pair of double-doors and would have kept running, except that he had emerged into a library that showed no sign of having a back exit.
The library was bigger than the one from his old school, but nowhere near as large as the public one a few blocks from his home. Old home, he reminded himself. Jack took a few steps forward and looked around. A couch next to a huge window overlooking the mountain caught his eye from its spot behind a bookshelf. He made his way over to it, practically falling into it just as he reached it. He felt exhausted, drained of anything but emotion that wasn’t even his own. Jack took a few deep breaths, calming himself, and soon even those started to go away. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He could do this. This was his mind, his emotions, and no one, not even a crazed doctor or angry students, could take that eye from him.
“Success,” he muttered as his mind cleared. He imagined turning a dial on a radio to turn it off. If only it were that easy.

"Gift," Brynn whispered, her voice almost inaudible in all the cries of rage and fists pounding the table. "What gift do I possess little Dawn?" She was only loud enough for Dawn to hear, and she stared deep into Dawn's eyes, searching for an answer. Her hand tightened on the smaller girl's only slightly, but enough to convey a sense of urgency. As Brynn looked into Dawn's eyes, Brynn's eye-color went a deeper gray color. Brynn wouldn't have known this, but she saw the reflection in Dawn's eyes. "Why am I changing?" She glanced swiftly from the food and then back to Dawn. "Why should I drink, when I have heard warnings otherwise?" She searched Dawn like a book.
She'd noticed a boy running out earlier, and attributed it to either disbelief or powers, but she was so preoccupied that she didn't care. She wanted information and she might get it out of this girl Dawn.

Thorn spent a bit of time on the ground before her eye pain weared away again. However, as she uncovered her eyes, she realized that the blood on her hands weren't JUST from her hands; she was now bleeding out of her eyes. Cursing lightly to herself and inwardly panicking, she grabbed a few napkins off the table to wipe her hands and eyes. She didn't trust the food nor drink, and instead went to find a bathroom to properly clean her eyes.

Walking down the hall with red marks where the blood was spilling, she did come across a bathroom in the hallway, so she ran in and shut the door behind her. Splashing her face with water (which was relieving to her sore eyes and her bloody hands) and wrapping tissue paper around her hands, she suddenly had a thought......

Without warning, she glanced around the whole bathroom to make sure it was empty, and then suddenly stripped her shirt and skirt. Leaning closer and in just undergarments, she leaned closer to the mirror, and looked about her whole body, looking for scars. Sure enough, there was a stitched area along the back of her neck, at her left leg, and in hte upper left part of her forehead, hidden by hair. There were various little dots on her body that werent' there before, as if a needle was there.......

Quite disturbed but now having her answers, she spent a few more mintues in there, before leaving the bathroom, fully clothed and with makeshift bandages, and holding a wet cloth to dab at her slightly sore eyes. She followed the path, til she came about an open door. Curious and feeling better enough to be curious, she went into the room......

....and gasped in a sudden surprised delight; it was a library. Books. Stories, tales of another told in intersting form.

"Thank you! SOMETHING to take my mind off this heckhole!" she said to herself, and wandered in eagerly, unaware of another's persence. She made a light skip, suddenly forgetting about the world and her situation for a mere moment, as she looked down one of the asiles (sp?), hoping it wasn't just on medicine or something. She was scared to trust anything in this place, but the room was so peaceful and not too jail-like. A haven, if you will. Books were one of her passions, and it brought out a nicer side.

Hal snapped out of her daze when she heard a girl cry out in pain. She looked around to see a dark-haired girl kneeling in the rubble of a table, clutching her head as though she thought it might fall off her shoulders. Another girl with wet hair was staring miserably into a cup, and a boy at the next table was glaring darkly at the spot the Doctor had left. In fact, most of the people seemed to be angry or in pain or both.
S'pose I can't blame them, Hal thought. I have a feeling I should be angry too, but I just can't seem to manage it... The thought brought back the memories of her stash, and she searched for the bag that held the familiar brown leaves. Should be in my jacket pocket...
It wasn't there. Hal searched both pockets, inside and outside of her jacket, then her jeans, with increasing desperation. I can't have left it somewhere... could I? There's got to be some here, I always have it...
The image of the Doctor rose up unbidden in her mind, and Hal felt bile rise in the back of her throat. Damn him, she thought angrily. Messing with my mind is one thing, but how dare he take my weed! How the hell am I supposed to mellow out without it?! And what about these kids?!
She glared around the room as she thought this and felt her anger subside, to be replaced by sadness and a type of pity. They're much worse off than I am, she realized. That anger isn't going to do them a lick of good. It'd be best to help them calm down. Tell them we're all in this together or something.
With that thought in mind, she moved towards the girl with wet hair. "Hey," she said. "You need some help?"

(('aisles', and 'embroidery', in response to someone's earlier question))

As Thorn was examining the books (which were actually story and chapter books, and not just torture methods), she suddenly heard another voice pop up on the other side of the aisle, and she peeked through a hole where a book was missing to look. There was the girl that was sitting with the other guy earlier, she had heard the name "Alice" spoken back at the dining area. But wait, what she was saying meant.......there was somene else in here.

Going out into full view for a moment, she saw to her horror that one of the guys was already in here when Thorn came in. Just great; she let her guard down! Hiding back behind the books, she decided to go through and pick out a few to read; she'd stay in here for awhile whether they did or not; she wanted her mind off of things if her eyes allowed it. She began mumbling book titles to herself, stopping on occasion to take a closer look at one. The Great Gatsby, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, and also a ton of modern chapter books. How did the doc get such wonderous works? She doubted highly a man that sick was actually interested in them.

Than a book she never saw before caught her eye; ((making up book here)) a fairly new book was sitting all by itself in the corner of the shelf. Curious, she picked it up. The cover had a picture of a wolf on one side, andd a vampire on the other, with the words in pretty cursive: Crimson Tales. The back had a fairy symbol and a demon symbol. She looked at the back cover plot starter; it was one of those war against races books, that also covered romance, horror, drama, and a bunch of other generes.

Leaning against the wall, Thorn turned it back over and went to the first page, and began to read.