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Florence pushed her way through the door trying to get past the mass of teens who were either drunk, high, or both. She walked to a corner that was not very crowded with people and tried to focus her energy. To anyone with normal hearing, they would have heard loud thumping beats and a few words here and there. However, since Florence did not have normal hearing, she could hear the pounding beats of the music, the slight vibration of cups at the bar all the way on the other side of the club, and the many conversations coming from all over the club. Mixed in with the audible noises were the noises that no one else could hear except the owner of the noise and Florence. The thoughts of everyone around her were faint but present. She knew she shouldn't but she could not help but focused her energy on a boy and a girl she had seen earlier at the entrance of the club. The boy was blond, tall, and muscular. He wore a muscle tee that showed off his biceps, and a mischievous smile on his face. "I really like you," he said. "Naked," he thought, and the girl he was talking to really believed him. She was tall and lean but shorter than the boy, and her brown hair was in a Katniss braid over her right shoulder. "I like you too," she said while playing with her braid. The boy leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Let's go somewhere private,". "I'll see if she is better than her sister." Florence could not take it. She felt sick at the thought of what the boy had planned, and she felt bad for the girl who had just accepted the boys request. "I shouldn't do this. But I would be helping her." As she was mentally arguing with herself, the boy and the girl began walking toward the back of the club. "Fine" she thought, and with that she placed her hands on her headphones and focused her energy on the girl. "He slept with your sister" she told her. Florence watched as the girl looked around the club wondering where the voice came from. She turned to the boy and asked if he had done what Florence had told her. Stunned by the seemingly out of nowhere question, the boy stumbled over his words told her no, but the girl did not believe him, and she took one of the drinks that was on the bar table and threw it at him while yelling "jerk" and stomping away. The boy looked around in bewilderment while groups of teen stared at him. Florence burst into laughter, but after a few seconds she felt bad. It was an invasion of privacy to read people's minds, but she would try not to act on the thoughts she heard; however, this was an exception. If she had not interfered, the girl would have fell for his trick and make a huge mistake. She was helping people, but why did she still feel guilty. She focused her energy again and tuned out all the thoughts and conversation and extra noise so that all she could hear was the pounding music. She walked into the crowded dance floor filled with wild silent teens, closed her eyes, and let herself get lost in the music and the crowd.

Florence Basset

Florence Basset
"Stranger? What's wrong with you. That's not what people say." Chloe could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she knew she made a fool of herself. She snapped out of her self criticism when the boy she had greeted suddenly asked her a question. She stared at him for a for a few seconds not sure of how to react. "Why's he asking me? No one's liked me before." She pondered over the boy's question hoping not to sound like an idiot and dig him into a deeper whole."Well... say something." She sat up a bit taller trying to look as if she knew what she was talking about and looked around the club gathering her thoughts. "I guess, don't lie about your feelings. If you're not sure, then be honest and hope they understand." She nodded to herself as she said this. "Ya, that seems about right." She looked at the boy trying to see if his facial expression would give her a hint as to whether she did well or not.

Florence Basset

Not sure of how to respond to the boy's question, Florence had to take sometime to think over what he had just said. She wished her brother was with her. He always had an answer to everything and would know what to say. Plus, he had more experience with interacting with others, so of course he would know how to handle the situation. "Well he's not here so get over it. You have to think for yourself." Florence scrunched up her eyebrows as she stared at the boy determined to solve his dilemma.Although she looked as if she had smelled something awful she tried to figure out how he could best handle the situation. After keeping the same face and probably creeping the boy out for what felt like fifteen minutes, she snapped her finger and smiled. "Be a man about it, or well, own up to your emotions, whatever they maybe. Tell her straight up what you feel and if she doesn't like it and kicks your butt, accept it and take some pain pills. It's better than having her wait and wonder. Plus, the way you describe her, I don't think she is one who enjoys waiting for too long." Florence had felt confident about her answer, but after hearing it come out of her mouth, she was not so sure. "Ugh, I should just stop talking now"

Florence Basset

Hearing Jay's response, Florence's mood brightened. "Yes! Haha! I'm a genius." "It's no problem. Anytime." She did not really mean the last part, and as the boy began laughing, she wondered what he found so amusing. ]"Probably preparing himself for the beating he may get." She shook his hand and giggle when he called her Miss Therapist. "Florence Basset, but most people call me Salva." She thought back to the Brazilian city that was the reason for her name and the beautiful beaches.

Florence Basset

Florence gave the boy a quizzical look not used to receiving compliments, especially from a boy. "Well my parents travel a lot because of work, and when they were in Salvador, I was born." She thought back to the beautiful beaches and how she used to love playing in the water. She then touched her ears reminding herself of why she no longer enjoyed such an activity. "They said I loved it so much that when we left, I cried for a day, and my family called me Salva ever since." She gave a small smile not sure of what else to say. "Not much of a big adventure I guess...But what about you? Does your name have any special meaning?" She added the last question in order to not have the conversation only be about her. She was very interested in Jay since he was the first person she had spoken to while at Virtual High, and she knew in order to make friends, one had to listen to others more rather than talk about one's self

Florence Basset

Florence laughed as Jay told her about the doctor passing out. Her parents were doctors, and she could recall many times they had to deliver a child in a hospital, house, car, or any where else a baby could be delivered. She did not blame the doctor for passing out, since the first time she witnessed the miracle of life, she could not sleep for a few nights. "So he works for the Wilders. That must be so cool." She felt as if he was letting her in on some huge secret, and it made her feel special. His later question confused her, but she did not want to seem stupid by asking questions about it, and the description of the average kid that did not fit in appeared to resemble her life, except for the average part. "I guess you could say I'm an average kid." "If you ignore the fact that I've been to almost every country on Earth, my brother is on Mars, and I have super hearing and can communicate telepathically." "I never really fit in at school. Most kids thought I was weird." Florence tried to give a light laugh at the end of her response so as not to make it sound not as depressing. It was true that she did not have friends while at school, but while traveling with her parents, she made many acquaintances with the locals. Plus, the time she spent not interacting with other kids at school allowed her to build a love for pottery since she spent much of her time alone in the art room.