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(Sirens? do you mean the police cause the robbery was in a different part of the city)

((Create-A-Hero It's in another language with no apparent translation... so... I pretty much just trial-and-errored it until I got Geneva biggrin
And sorry... I'm trying to think of something for Geneva to do... next week is my last week of school and then my brain will be free to RP all I want.))

As Jack walked down the street, he took a right and headed down a back alley. Everything was odd to him, as though he were watching a movie, or playing a video game, rather than actually being there. "Its gotta be the stuff..." he muttered to himself as he hit a trash can and began laughing. A man strolled up to him casually, dressed in all black. The sun was beginning to set, but Jack's train of thought was far to distorted to make anything of it.
"Hand over your wallet." The man said, pointing a knife at him. Jack panicked, and threw his left arm out and shouted "Stay back man!" In this decisive moment, Jack learned something of himself. As he extended his arm, a spark flared on the back of his hand, and fire engulfed the man with the knife as he ran screaming in the opposite direction. "Dude! I'm sorry!" Jack yelled as his left arm fell and he put his right arm up after the man. The fire was blown out and the man was lifted and slammed into a brick wall at the end of the alley as an enormous blast of wind whirled around Jack's arm. "What the hell is this...? Am I trippin...?"

((I know that the profile isn't up yet, but I was told I could start posting))

Beau Toussaint strolled slowly down the hallway. His aunt and the school's principal walked about two steps in front of him. They were being given a quick tour of the school before he started classes the next day. "And on your left is the entrance to the auditorium" The man said as he waved his arm toward large double doors.

Beau knew he wasn't going to like the principal as soon as the man had forced him to turn off his music and rushed out of the office for the tour.During his life in Louisiana he had grown accustomed to taking things slow and this man was already trying to shatter that. He scanned the faces of passing students, most of which pretended to not see him, and received the occasional wink from a passing girl. He ignored these advances and continued making his way down the corridor until deciding that he simply couldn't take listening to the inane ramblings coming from the principals mouth.

"Where th' bathroom at?" He suddenly asked.

"You mean, 'where is the bathroom'"

He rolled his eyes at the correction, "Where is tha bathroom?" The principal indicated that it was just around the corner and Beau quickly entered it in an attempt to find some respite. He made his way to the sinks and ran his hands under cool water before splashing some in his face, when he heard the door open once again. The new occupants entered and Beau immediately identified them as football players. He counted three of them as they made their way to the corner and lit up cigarettes.

Bon, maybe dey will jus' leave well enough alone. He thought before one of them nodded to him and said something to the boy who appeared to be their leader. The trio was quick to move toward and surround him. Merde.

"Hey there," the largest boy said to him, "I ain't ever seen you around here, you new or something?"

"Oui, I start tomorrow. Th' principal was jus' showin' me aroun'."

"Well, ain't that nice for you, Gumbo." The leader sneered, "But knowing where things are isn't enough. You gotta know your place too." The two boys to the sides quickly grabbed the lanky teen as the ringleader wound up to punch him in the stomach.

"NON! Don't do tha' to po' Beau!" he begged as the bigger boys fist connected with his gut. He let out a scream and saw what looked like a bright explosion go off just in front of him, sending all three bullies crashing into the opposite wall. Beau fell to the floor. His eyes hurt all of a sudden and everything appeared too bright. He closed his eyes and started yelling as loudly as he could, "Aidez-moi! Help, please!"

((It's long, I know. But I figured since it's my first post I should try to put a decent amount in it.))

Beau continued writhing on the floor, his hands shielding his eyes from the outside world. When he heard another person enter he stopped for a moment to listen to what he was saying to the football players. When the newcomer came to where he was Beau tried uncovering his eyes but was once again blinded by the fluorescent lights and white tiles, all he could make out was a dark blob moving toward him. "Hey brother, you all right?" He heard it ask.

Beau hissed as he covered his eyes once again, "Non, I can' see. Dey blinded po' Beau!" He whimpered as he started crawling across the floor, trying to feel his way to the door.

"A little." Beau answered as he stood slowly. His legs felt wobbly and he used the wall to lift himself. Everything he looked at seemed to glow and he pulled the sunglasses perched on his head down. "Thank ya." He said once he had gotten a good look at the boy who had saved him. He noted that the other boy was nearly a foot taller than him and added with a smirk, "How's th' weatha' up there?"

"Th' jocks everywher' tend to be a bit dull, mon ami." He answered, making his way to the door. "Th' name's Beau by the way." Beau opened the door and waved for the other boy to follow.

"Enchante, Jacques." Beau couldn't help but use the French pronunciation. His eyes still bothered him and he had to walk carefully. "Aren't you supposed to be in a class righ' now? Ya won't get int' trouble for helpin' Beau, will ya?"