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|Adam|Sire|Listing|

Adam busied himself with food, his blue eyes scanning the room as he did so. No sign of parents, not his anyway. He shifted the few quarters in his hand as his fingers mashed the button for a coca-cola. nothing like a soda to pep you up for the day to come. Wait why wasn't anything coming out? He mashed the button again, more forceful this time. A clink on the linoleum floor reminded him that he still held the change. He shook his head to clear it of all thoughts. "Man, I need this soda more than I thought." HE Bent over and retrieved the wandering quarter before sliding each metal sliver into the coin slot. When the machine read $1.00 his finger tapped the button. A few engines churned, before a louder clunk! ran out, his soda falling into the little slot. "Thank you." He murmured to the machine before claiming his prize.

The seal snapped in two as he thirstily ripped off the cap, lifting the lip of the bottle to his mouth. After a few seconds of chugging the caffeinated beverage he pulled it away to breathe with a satisfied, "Ah."

His eyes wandered the cafeteria once more and he found his blushing bride. Well, not his bride. Just a figure of speech. Ahem .. anyway, Daina was blushing, and he found her. He only saw her face mushed between the hug-fest that her parents Were apparently enthusiastic about. With a grin he mouthed 'how cute' before giving a small wave and turning away. He didn't want to intrude upon a happy reunion.

"Adam!" Suddenly a soft head crushed into his chest, forcing him to cough form the sudden lack of air. He could feel his shirt starting to soak from whatever had upset his older sister so much, and his arms wrapped tight around her, rubbing her back to stop her tears.
"Adam I just don't' know what to do .."
He smiled and leaned his head down so he could whisper to her.
"It's okay Riah. Go to the bathroom and wash your face ... Don't show him your weakness. Don't show it to anyone. We'll get through today. You'll get through it. You always do."

She nodded and wandered off to the bathroom as he tried to dry off his shirt. 'Man, and this was brand new.'

He hovered around the bathrooms, Waiting for her return, when he heard the voice just as soon as L did.

"Miss Listing. Not even a greeting?" He cringed from the voice, even through it wasn't directed at him.

"Hello Mother. I didn't see you standing there." Was his sister's meek reply.

"I'm sure you didn't. Where is your brother?"

"Right here." Adam called out as he turned around and walked up as close as he could bear. "Not going deaf already, are we mum?"

"Charming as always boy. Watch your tongue when you speak. Or have you already gotten it blown off?"

"It's not boy, it's Adam you cowardly old man! My power is teleportation, sorry to disappoint any hopes but it's impossible to blow any part of my body off."

"Hush child, arguments are unnecessary. We came to accept your apology for your rash behavior during our last meeting. Not to mention, we came to see what it is we're paying for you to attend. Don't want you two to just be lallygagging around some boarding house when you could be receiving a real education. Speaking of which, any of you happen to finally receive a significant other? Adam, any girlfriends? Riah, any boy see past your abrasive exterior and find something to love?"

Adam had to grasp his sister with both arms to keep her from exploding as she lunged at her mother.

[ Good idea for the ooc.
I'd love to make a banner, but I lost the site I used to use, and haven't been able to find another. I'm afraid to Google, I always get a virus when I do.

L and Adam don't get along with their parents- It's mainly Adam who has the problem with them, but L ended up getting involved. and yes, it's the grandparents they get along with. ]

An alarm clocked blared noise. It was shut up followed with a groan. Parents Day. He didn't want anything to do with today. Mitsukai wasn't herself. He didn't get to talk to her much. She seemed so distant. He wanted to talk to her badly now. On the other hand he just wanted to stay in his room and away from all the students seeing their families. He didn't want to do this at all. He could nearly cry at the thought of his parents. He sat on his bed, his head low. He can't go out there. 'I have to go' he thought. He groaned at the conflict.

He finally got up and went to the bathroom. He took a shower. He got dressed. He sat looking out his window. He sighed.

Vincent got up and excitedly got showered and dressed. He wanted to see his parents again. He would leave out the part of his stay about him being captured. He didn't want to worry them about the past. He walked out the door and quickly went to the cafeteria. He looked around quickly for his parents. "Vincent" he heard his mom call to him. he ran to her and hugged her. His dad hugged him too. "I am glad to see you guys." He said to them. They began talking about random news and his classes. His parents asked if he was eating enough. The normal parent questions.

|Adam|Sire|Listing|

Adam knew his Mother wasn't aware of what her words had done to her daughter- she wasn't psychic. She couldn't have known about all of the troubles L had had lately, more specifically, the troubles with a boy. The coincidence was pure luck. But Adam began to wonder, if his mother had known, would she still have said it?

To be honest .. Yes. He believed she would.

She had never been happy about their powers. First, there Was some sort of disease With L. Turrets. Schizophrenia. Any kind of disorder the psychologists could list. His parents were okay with that. His mother would stay up with the young female, rocking her to sleep and acting like a true mother, even crying when she heard a new disorder. A disorder was fine- it wasn't embarrassing. They'd get pity. Special benefits.
Whether that was his Mother's thought process, Adam would never know. But he knew she was aware of it.

A diseased daughter was fine. Shove a few needles there, place some wires there. Adam began to rage out. Their parents had freaked, and the tense relationship had begun. His father was always getting onto him because he would snap in the middle of public. Mother tried to say he was Bipolar, any kind of excuse, but the psychologists believed otherwise. That's when the leash tightened. The children were an embarrassment- they must be controlled. They dressed to their parents standards. They spoke only when they were allowed to. They ate what their parents handed to them, or ordered for them. Adam would suddenly yell at his father, and as stubborn as his family was, his father wouldn't back down from the challenge.

Only once did it ever get psychical.

That was when they found out. Powers. Supernatural. Evil. Otherworldly. Created by Satan. No parents are necessarily proud to have children who are different from society, especially parents who were in the spotlight often. Not that his family was famous- but they were seen frequently, and word would spread fast. The only answer, it seemed, was to remove the problem. So L was shipped off to Grandma's and Grandpa's. Out-of-control Adam on the other hand, remained alone, where his emotions only spiraled down. Depression. He was silent all the time. More fights. He got angrier quicker. Then one day, in a flash, he was gone. Turned out he had a power too. When he realized it, his emotions calmed. But his parent's Didn't. They had separated the two, they didn't understand how L had still infected her brother. Infected. Like a disease.

Adam pulled L back to standing, shoving her to stand on her own and to behave. It was useless to argue with anyone. Mother had an eyebrow raised, and her mouth was parted to question the sudden behavior. But, she was interrupted, by something that made Adam incredibly happy, yet also fearful.

A Familiar voice rang out behind him before he felt the soft fingers grab his, and Adam turned to see Daina smiling. He grasped her hand and turned back to his parents as she laid her head on his shoulder. She was definitely very brave to have interrupted the tense scene. No wonder he liked her so much. "I owe you." He whispered as she extended her hand to his parents, introducing herself.

"Oh .. Well hello Daina. I'm Mrs. Listing, and this is my husband."

His mother took Daina's hand in hers and shook it, then his father did the same. At least Mother looked pleased. Father was just completely baffled.

"You're Friends with our children?" His eyes lingered on their linked hands, as if asking exactly what their relationship was. It stung Adam that it seemed so surprising.

"Well we don't want to be rude Frank, we should leave the children to themselves. Talking to a few of the administrators will help inform us of this school's function, and what exactly is being taught. I expect to be given a tour soon, by both you and your sister Adam. Nice meeting you Daina .."

With that his parents turned around and began scouting for an administrator. Daina's presence had definitely helped, though he had saw A strange look in his Mother's eyes. apparently, a monster with a monster only made a bigger monster, and Daina obviously had powers since she attended this school. Adam turned his head to smile at her, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I owe you big time." His grin widened At a sudden thought. "Your amazing you know that? Nobody else would be so brave."

Archimedes ||Primus>

Okay. Okay, yeah, these branches were kind of making Archimedes’s butt go numb. Not to mention it hurt. As much as he wanted to finish Mauradon, he knew his buttcheeks would fall off if he stayed in this tree another second longer. So, reluctantly, he typed in party chat, ‘gtg l8r’ before closing his laptop. They’d find another DPS.

Sarek went into his messenger bag, and Archimedes went onto the ground. He wobbled a bit, disoriented, before righting himself and dusting himself off, even though he wasn’t dirty. The sun was going down, and the school would probably be locking the doors for the night soon. Oh well, he could break the locks and get in later. He still wanted that latte. And that coffee machine. One of which was more obtainable than the other. Oh well. Who needed morals?

His skateboard was back in his room, which he couldn’t be bothered to fetch. Oh well. Walking was okay, too. It took half an hour, but that wasn’t too bad; he’d walked longer before. The baristas at Starbucks were always friendly, so that made him feel a bit better. Human contact. Something he’d distanced himself from since the incident. It seemed the safest thing to do, but it was lonely, almost unbearably so. It would make sense that he’d naturally latch on to a group when one accepted him, and would even make sense that he had a weird, random, gay spark of interest towards one guy. Normal, right? …Okay, maaaaybe that was a bit of a stretch. Maybe he could just pass that whole gay thing off to momentary insanity. Sure, he was a little lonely, but he wasn’t that lonely. Better to just repress that particular urge.

“Grande hazelnut latte, whole milk, extra shot, please,” he droned mechanically, even though the baristas there basically knew his order by heart. He made a little small talk as they fixed his coffee how he liked: Yes, he was doing well. His cold had cleared up. The weather was nice, but would be cooling off soon. Wasn’t that nice? Yes, quite. Here’s your latte, sir, please come again. Well, that would depend on how it tasted, of course. After a little test, he decided yes, he would definitely be coming again.

And now for that coffee machine. But what kind of machine to get? A large pot, a small, 4-cup pot? Did he want to account for guests or not? Ooh, they had those new fangled coffee pots that worked like a dispenser, where it kept the coffee in the machine and the little lever dispensed coffee into your cup instead of having to work with a pot. Those were really cool, too. …That sounded like a good choice. And, since these were in a department store, he supposed he could restock on some munchies. All in all, this was a short grocery trip to the local Walmart. Cheap was good, and Walmart was good at cheap. After all, Archimedes didn’t have his large salary like he used to, though he had plenty in savings to last him through high school. Maybe he’d get a part-time job or something sometime.

In the end, he ended up buying that coffee dispenser, two pounds of Arabica coffee, a box of Splenda packets, one carton of powdered creamer, a pack of four coffee cups, a bunch of bags of chips and some coffee filters. This should be sufficient. Now getting back to school. Ugh. This walk didn’t seem so long before when he was full of energy and bright eyes and bushy tailed. Oh well. Better start walking. To make it less painful, he cracked open a bag of chips and crunched as he traveled back, looking forward to his warm bed and another day of maybe-socialness. It was a couple hours later now, so bed time was reasonable.

~*~*~*~*

((yaytimeskip))

First, Archimedes woke in the morning smiling. Why? Well, he had programmed his new coffee machine to start brewing fifteen minutes before his alarm went off, so he awoke to the wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Today felt like a good day. As he got dressed, listened to music, brushed his hair, drank two cups of coffee, Archimedes had a smile on his face. La di da, yay for days that weren’t made of suck. He put his books in his bag, finished up his cup, and then checked his email.

He really, really shouldn’t have done that.

“Parents day is today! Your parents should start gathering up in the cafeteria around 9am. Then, open house starts at 6pm, giving you plenty of times to tour your parents around the school. You should lead your parents to the Auditorium at 6pm. Thank you, students.

Your Head Master,
Elaine Nicole “

Parents day. Of course it was. At first, depression hit. Sure, have a special day for something he didn’t have. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t have parents anymore. Well, they were technically still in existence, but sure as hell weren’t talking to him; they didn’t even know they had a son anymore, thanks to those douche bag scientists. And today had started off so good, too. Why did the world like to crap on his good time? No, Archimedes, you can’t have a good day; that would mess up the order of things. So here, have a pleasant morning, and then we’re gonna take a dump all over you. How d’ya like that?

Then it made him angry. What a careless thing for the school to do, he thought. This day for parents and grandparents, siblings maybe, all these things that some people didn’t have. Did it ever occur to this Head Mistress that, to those students who didn’t have that luxury, it would be considered an insult? A kick in the pants? A proverbial pile of crap? “Son of a b***h!” he hollered, causing his alarm clock to explode. Again. He kicked his nightstand over, effectively dispersing the bits of broken alarm clock all over the floor. Immediately he tried to reign himself in, remembering his new coffee machine that he didn’t want to break. Deep breaths, deeeeeeep breaths… okay. It was okay now. Well, no, it wasn’t okay — it sucked a** — but his temper was mellowed a little. Crap, why did he feel like crying? Boys didn’t cry. Crying was for girls and gays. Dudes with badass powers didn’t cry like babies.

This, however, didn’t stop the wake of destruction that followed him as he left his dorm. He had a beanie pulled over his head, baggy semi-alternative clothes on, and a bad attitude, and every electronic he glared at died, malfunctioned, or burst, depending on its size. As he strode down the hallway to the cafeteria, eyes blazing and fists clenched (and covered in his special gloves), he looked forward to the satisfaction he’d get from destroying anything he could get his hands on. Sure, everyone else here had their parents around to support them, or at least just be here; he didn’t have that, so neither should anyone else. It seemed fair enough to him.

His eyes took in everyone in the cafeteria with their parents and siblings, being squished between breasts and some of the students just annoyed out of their minds. Wasn’t that cute? Domestic disputes. Whatever. Archimedes ignored everyone and scowled through the breakfast line, getting his mediocre eggs and biscuits. After using his student card, he proceeded to use his powers to make the lunch money machines shoot sparks and smoke a bit. The lunch ladies jumped and squealed for a minute, trying to douse it out and figure out what went wrong, and Archimedes just smirked vengefully as he took his spot on the floor against a far wall, wondering what else he could do to ruin this day for everyone.

It doesn't matter what you see.
I know i could never be
Someone that looks like you.
It doesn't matter what you say
I know i could never face
someone that could sound like you.

All the right friends in all the wrong places
So yeah, we're going down
We've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces
So yeah, we're going down
All the right friends in all the wrong places
So yeah, we're going down

Joseph Douglas Jones

Your superkalafragelisticexpialadociously cute
Sweeter than a 12 pack of juicy fruit
Surreal, but I know this isn't a dream
We go good together just like coffee and cream

Joe couldn't breathe.

It hurt his lungs, and he was getting lightheaded. What would you be doing if someone who you destroyed was right in front of you, touching you? “Stay away from me. I'm not good.” Joesph tried to be stern, to be straight to the point. Nevertheless, his voice broke. On top of that, his Mother looked up at him if she was in pure agony. 'I cant hurt her anymore.' Joesph thought. Oh God, his chest hurt.

“Stay away from me.” Joesph repeated. Mitsukai's knowing glance in his direction pointed out that the ground was shaking. She didn't offer to help, she didn't even get up. How could she help when there was nothing left. “I have to go.” Joe exclaimed and ran out after Nikky.

He stopped running when he got to the sports field. There he fell straight on his knees and cried. His whole body shock as every ounce of energy was drained from him.

“Joey! Come here, let me show you something!” The little strawberry blonde girl called. She was 7 years old. According to Joe, she was the biggest pain. He loved her though. Her and their insane mother. Joe didn't have a father though. He left when Ellie was born. He missed out though. Ellie was the most vibrant girl around, Joe's sweet heart.

“What do you want?” Joesph called, walking into his bedroom. On the floor his favroite guitar was on the floor crushed. “ELLIE, WHY DID YOU DO THAT!” Joesph ragged, his hands shaking like they did when he became upset.

“It was an accident, I swear. Don't hurt me!” Ellie started crying, like she always did when Joe got mad. They knew how he reacted, it was dangerous. “I have band practice in one hour and you crush my guitar, what is wrong with you!” Joesph screamed, his face turning red. Ellie was slowly creeping back towards his closet. “Elizabeth Marie Jones, don't you ever think!”

The room was slowly filling up with water.

“I..I'm...I'm sorry!” Ellie cried, feeling helpless. “Ohh, I'll make you sorry!” Joesph screamed and the room started filling with water at rapid speeds. Soon they both were emerged in water. It didn't bother Joesph, he could breathe underwater. On the other hand, his sister couldn't swim. Soon she started twisting around, begging for air. Every time she opened her mouth to cry for help water went shooting down her lungs. When that happened she went in a fit of coughing, though that just caused more water to come inside her. She struggled as the panic set in. Just as Joesph realized what he had done, she stopped breathing. The water quickly flooded out and Joesph ran to his sister.

“Ellie!” he cried, wiping the hair from her face. “I'm sorry.” Joe cried and kissed her forehead. He then went into a fit of tears.

He killed his sister over a broken guitar! A frigging broken guitar! The look of fear and disappointment in his mothers eyes was almost as bad as that moment. Almost. Nevertheless it was enough to send him packing, Life sucked when you were a murder, the guilt never left.

Joesph knew that Nikky was there by now. Maybe even his Mother. He looked weak and dump. This was the event to send kids crying. Sure, they kept this event for the money they made out of it. But it still hurt.

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'What happened to my son?' Anne thought, watching the boy cry his heart out on the pavement. She couldn't touch him, it'd make it worse. She wanted him back. She wanted to kiss him and hug him. He didn't seem angry anymore. She had spent years looking for him. She wanted him to open his arms and hold her. That stupid rich wretch hid him from her. She lost a daughter, she didn't want to lose her son too! Sometimes life could be so cruel! It was a good thing she found him. Well, that is if he allowed her back into his life. She loved her son and forgave him a long time ago. If only he could see that.