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Gwin groaned, rolling her eyes and resting her hand on her leg. "But this isn't a lantern, it's not unattended, and I'm not stupid." She almost growled, scraping her teeth over the cracked skin of her lip. She sucked in another breath of smoke, and brushed a long strand of hair from her face.
"Oh bullshit. The school rules are a load of bullshit... No one follows them" And then the woman sat down. "Aren't you gonna drag me to the principals office?" She asked, confused, but most certainly relieved. She wasn't overly bothered by being told off, she just could be bothered to deal with being shout at.
Ah questions. "It's quiet, and it's dark, and there isn't anyone else in here. A pause, and another drag. " Why do you care?"
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Perfect. Gwin looked up at the Italian woman, eyes scorned with some inexplicable hatred for a woman she barely knew. Her hands came away from the joint, and she took a long, deliberate drag of it, letting the smoke seep slowly from her lips. "Oh no... A tiny little joint is going to set the whoooollle school on fire..." She drawled, sarcasm dripping on every word.
She took another puff of it, aiming the smoke at the teacher. She knew wit would probably be advisable to get rid of the joint now... But if she stopped, the effects wouldn't last long enough to keep the visions at bay.
So she just stared and smoked, running he r tongue along her dry lips between puffs
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin hadn't anticipated being followed. After all, most lessons had finished. But the sudden sliver of light from the hall caught her attention. Moss eyes snapped up and she gasped, seeing the silhouette of a teacher shift towards her.
The girl grabbed her phone, fumbled to switch of the light, held the joint within her mouth, covered the glow with her hands.
Sge hunkered down, hoping the dimness of the room would be enough to protect her from any possible detection. She watched as the shadow of the woman shifted closer. "Shit..." She mumbled, before holding her breath. Please keep walking..
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Was that a hint of a smile? A ray of sunshine... Not likely. Gwin looked back at the woman, rolling the cigarette between her fingers. She had a choice here. Be alone; festering and angry as her usual self - not all together the most fun - or dodge past that and at keast try to make a friend.
After a long moment, she pulled out the packet of cigarettes and held it to Alice. "Do you want one?" She murmured, watching the old woman before flicking her own cigarette to the floor and brushing her long hair from her dark rimmed eyes. "Im Gwin, by the way."
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Why did everyone feel the need to interact with everyone else? And why did they gravitate towards her. Gwin fought the urge to roll her eyes, so instead settled for a silent huff. Green eyes slowly move to fixate upon the woman.
OK. At least she was pretty. That was a tiny prize Gwin could take from this experience. "this place isn't pretty, and I'm not down." She murmured, tiny puffs of smoke escaping her lips with every exhaled word. Of course she was down, but Gwin wasn't a fan of pouring your heart out onto the grass and cry about your woes. Best to push them back and ignore them, right?
She took another drag, before eyeing the glowing tip of the cigarette, hoping being ignored would be enough to make the woman go away
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin sat rested against a tree which grew against the odds on a barren grass verge. The mutant watched cars whizz past; people desperate to be somewhere and feel wanted and important. It was a cold day, but, despite the lack of a coat, Gwin didn't seem to mind. The wind blew her dark hair, and she thought she must have looked very ominous, hunkered in the shade of the tree.
She had a bottle of cider in front of her. She didn't quite know why she brought it. Alcohol brought on the visions, but she liked alcohol oh so very much. She stared at it for a long time, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
She had to consider her options here. Maybe if she drank enough she would have a massive fit and die out here... Not enough cider to bring on death. Dammit.
Gwin took another long puff of her cigarette, leaning back
This fucking school was so loud, with loud students, loud teachers, loud everything. It didnt help her headaches, or how shitty she was feeling. And it was impossible to find somewhere away from everyone. But when she poked her head around the door to the auditiorium, and she saw the wide expanse of seats with not a mutant in sight, her heart did a little back flip.
After having a little ninja like gaze around, she slipped into the dark room, pulling the door quietly shut before withdrawing her phone and using the torch navigated her way around. Finally Gwin came to settle between the rows of seats, sitting on the floor and nestling herself against the red velvet. The only light was her torch and that was enough.
The darkness was engulfing, and the silence eased her headache. Quietly she pulled out the long pale roll of marijuana and a lighter. With a slight smile she light the cigarette. The tip lit up with embers, and Gwin placed it to her lips. A long drag filled her lungs, and she settled back, exhaling the smoke, watched it plume into the air and dance in the dim light of her torch.
A feeling of calm slowly washed over her. Well that was the visions taken care of for a short while.
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
So we defo need to thread Gwin and Marcus! Not sure whether intergartion means into the school, or into the real world, but if its the former, then there is defo a plot sitting here!
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
noun Foreknowledge of an event, especially as a form of extrasensory perception.
Gwin has the ability to percieve mental images of a possible future. These images are often shown in abstract ways which can be hard in interpret. For example, she may see a skull to represent death. The visions are often inaccurate as the future is alway changing, so the visions can be unreliable. Visions are usual triggered by feeling of bliss or alcohol, but can happen in the form of dreams. A trance like state can also be used.
LIMITATIONS: -Cannot turn off power -Power only gives glimpes of a possible future. -She will never see her own future, though she can see things which could be associated with her though other peoples futures. -Visions are never clear, and may be similar to dreams, difficult to remember, or decipher. -May be behave like a reverse memory, wherein the nearest futures or most important future events are the most vivid. -She is limited to how far into the future she can 'see'. The farthest she has seen thus far is 2 months. -Can happen at any time, but strong, vivid visions are triggered by feelings of bliss an alcohol. -Visions can last anywhere between 3 seconds to 10 minutes -Longer visions often require a trance like statees. -Visions can be surpressed through the use of drugs
SIDE-EFFECTS: -Paranoia -Confusion -Breathing difficulties during more intense visions -Convulsions during very intense visions -Dizziness and Fainting -Severe headaches -Blurred Vision -Delusions -Confused sense of time -Reckless behaviour
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
I dont want to be a mutant.
You might think having powers is cool.
Its not.
I manifested late, or so they told me... I dont see why it matters when it happened. It did and it was horrible.
I dont remember much, but I do remember the sound of screeching tires and the car lights. I remember a pain. Then nothing for a long time. Then dreams. These big, fuck off nightmares that were so weird. I dreamt about these grotesque birds snapping at a cracked skull. It replayed over and over again. The birds were so loud, screeching and cawing, they would look at me with their deep red eyes.
When I woke up, my leg was in a cast, and I was hooked up to a heart moniter. The doctors said a drunk driver had crashed into me. And that I had a concusion, and while I was unconscious, I kept convulsing and having fits; Fits are one of my powers side effects. They gave me painkillers which seemed to dull the visions for a while. Thats what drugs do... stop the visions.
Apparently, my Aunt had died while I was unconcious. Normally I wouldnt care - me and my family arent exactly close - but what fucked me over was the fact that she had died not long after my dream. You see, we called her Aunt Birdy. Now that couldnt have been a coincidence, could it?
A couple of days later, I had these two strange men visit me. They told me who they were, who I was, what I was. At first I didnt believe them. And then they told me I would have to move to a school. I thought my days of school were over. I didnt want to move, I liked where I lived, but I had no choice.
This was a few months ago. I was 18 when it happened... Ive had a birthday since then. Apparently my mutant genes were dormant... the crash activated them. Seems I have shit luck. If it wasnt for the accident, I would still be normal
I got whisked away to this school, and I had to deal with all the shit that followed.
I found out that Alcohol triggers the visions if I drink enough, and drugs stop them. I know its bad, but its not nice. I hate the visions, sometimes they feel like they hurt, and they make me confused. I use weed mostly, but when the visions get bad... I guess Heroin works good enough.
I dont have many friends. People use me for my powers. They think I can will myself to see the winning lottery numbers, or if I can tell them to die. But I cant. And I wont.
