People Watching in the Rain *Open*

[Mercy Sanders]

The rain was always something that Mercy could appreciate. It kept life going, because the world needed water; it drowned out all unnecessary noise; and it hid her away from the world. There was the other perk that it made Mercy’s usual fluctuating moods settle into a calm relaxed state rather than anger to happiness to sadness back to anger. All hidden behind an unmoving face. Mercy had perfected the art of hiding how she felt. She had needed to growing up, anything could set her parents off once more into fighting. They did not need the help that Mercy looking upset could provide them.

That thought was washed away by the rain, and she went right back to her calm. It was easy to do when she was out in it. The hood on her thick cotton sweatshirt was down, which meant that her thick brown hair was getting quite soaked. Perhaps she should put up the hood, but the rain never threatened her. She used to get quite sick out walking in the rain, but that had ceased to happen a little while ago. And it would be simple to dry her hair later if she chose; she probably wouldn’t though. Her mother would have a fit, but that was nothing new. It had been raining this morning, lightly, and that had drawn Mercy out of her flat and down to the park.

It didn’t rain enough for Mercy’s taste, but she couldn’t influence that; she had tried before and it hadn’t worked. But she could appreciate when it did happen. People hurried along on either side of her, but Mercy’s calm grey eyes simply took them in as they passed her and she saw no need to hurry her pace. She had come to walk in the park specifically because it was raining. So why should she rush? Sure, her jeans—which were ripped on one knee—and her sweatshirt—getting old but she didn’t want a new one—and her chucks were getting slightly soaked. But she herself was perfectly fine. So why rush?

Though, she figured that perhaps taking a break would not bother her for a short time. Give her clothes time to air out a bit. She saw a big enough tree to shade the rain from her for a short time and ducked under it in no rush. Mercy took a deep breath, simply breathing in the rain all around her and the unique scent that it provided the world with. And then she moved her fingers slowly along the sleeves of her sweatshirt, gathering up the water like metal filings attract to the magnet. Once she had a decent amount of waters on her fingertips she flicked it off. And went back to it again. It wasn’t the most interesting, but it amused Mercy to be able to do it. She faltered once or twice…she was still trying to figure out what it was that she could do.

It was wondrous either way, although she stopped after she finished both sleeves. There was no body around, but she figured it wouldn’t do if someone popped up out of no where and she was perfectly dry and content under a tree when it was obviously raining. She hoped no one had seen her do it in the first place and frowned slightly. She had to be more careful, didn’t she? But at the same time she did not care enough to worry about it. Perhaps it was the rain making her far too calm.

Shaking her head to dispel a bit of rain the natural way, Mercy tried to figure out what to do next. To walk a bit longer in the rain, or to simply observe it leaning against a tree? Perhaps the second option was better for now. This way she would be able to see something interesting if it decided to pop its head up to show itself. Her hands reached up to flip her hood up and over her head, shadowing her face a bit. She preferred to watch people, not be the one who ended up watched after all.

[Iona Gethen]

Gravity, don't mean too much to me

[glow=Orange,1,400]Is this our destiny?[/glow]

This world is after me, after you.

[[ Unfinished post ]]

[[Edit: Done! ^-^ ]]

Her brown hair looked like a birds nest, she couldn't deny that, the water droplets just splashing at Iona's feet as the towel wrapped around her body absorbed the rest of the droplets. Shaking her head she walked over to her mirror and began to slowly work out the kinks and straighten her hear, or at least tame it in some way, knowing she had a few hours to go before she had to meet her trainer, Alana. To be honest, she couldn't be bothered going because then she would actually have to go into the pool and swim. Don't get her wrong; she loves swimming. She loved the way that she could manipulate the water, how she could glide freely through it.

This brought a smile to her lips, although Alana could push Iona to her limits at times, she was very sweet. She put up with Iona's bipolar ways, as most people gave up quick quickly. Most of them couldn't be bothered with her quick mood changes. As she finally got her hair to sort of behave, she went into her wardrobe to pick out her outfit for the day. Running her fingers along the masses of clothes she had accumulated over the years. She spun around slowly, looking around for something, anything, to wear, finally settling for one of her many pairs of skinny jeans and a plain grey shirt, that brought out her peircing grey eyes.

Placing the items of clothing over her now dry arm and walking back into her bedroom, closing the curtains before putting on her underwear and tugging on the top over her head. Slipping into her jeans she then span around, making a childish giggle fall from her pink lips, a trait she had picked up from her friends back in Wales.

Walking over to her shoe's she picked out a pair of colourful Nike hi-tops that matched her outfit perfectly, tieing the laces as she walked over to her full length mirror, checking herself out.

"Alright Iona, now we need to accessorise!" Chuckling to herself at the remark that she normally wouldn't have made, she skipped over to her jewelery box and picking out her dragon braclet that entwined around her wrist. She closed the box and picked up her clutch before transferring the things from her clutch to her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She smirked at her bag, it was her usual MCR bag, and she loved it to peices. Slipping out of her bedroom door, she padded down the hall, the sole of her trainers squeaking on the wooden floor, grabbing her trademark Jack Wills jumper before leaving her house, locking the door behind her.

She had time to kill and just as she was going to head to the small cafe, near St. Pauls Cathederal, where she and Evan had eaten the other day, her Blackberry buzzed in her back pocket. Slipping the phone out of the material, she let a small grin toy at her lips; it was Alana cancelling on her, as she had had some sort of a family crisis, someone died or something. Which meant that Iona didn't need to go to training for the rest of the week.

"Great! Nawr rwyf wedi hyd yn oed mwy o amser i ladd .. " She muttered under her breath, in her first language, Welsh. Right now was a prime example of her quick mood changes. Although, a small smile spread across her lips as the rain started to fall. At first, it was the annoying pathetic rain, but soon it picked up. It wasn't really heavy, but it was nice.

Iona decided that she would keep walking, perhaps still give the cafe a visit. The thought brought back memories of what Evan had told her; that there were others like them out there, others that had been effected by the storm. Evan and herself were complete opposites, but they could get along nicely. He could control fire, whilst she could manipulate the water. At the current moment, neither of them knew that they would both become close friends, nor to what extent their 'superhero' thing would come to.

Deciding to take a shortcut through the park, Iona hurried up slightly. The park was mostly empty, apart from one girl, who sat under a tree, looking slightly innocent. Perhaps she meant to, perhaps she didn't, but Iona automatically started walking in that direction. There was something that drew her to the girl, some similarity between the two of them.

Run away, like it was yesterday

[glow=Orange,1,400]And we could run away[/glow]

Run away from here

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[Mercy Sanders]

Mercy found it amusing—and easy enough—to make the water droplets dance as they filtered through the leaves to fall around her, at a much slower rate than those from outside the influence of the tree. Well, she should practice or whatever. It was a gift and to let it simply…sit inside her seemed wrong to her. She wanted to use it and learn how to get better with it. Maybe she’d find some way to use it to get the hell out of her house. Somehow, she needed out of that place. Her mother suffocated her and set off her temper to the fact that Mercy was tempted to practice on her.

And it wasn’t always morals that kept Mercy from doing it. Gray eyes that appeared more like to sheets of ice at times, though not today, looked out at the world, simply looking up from her dancing rain drops, and letting them fall naturally once more. Simple manipulation…it was so much easier for Mercy in the rain. Everything felt easier to Mercy in the rain. Simply, everything. Perhaps it was because she was calmer in the rain. She figured it was because of this…what? Ability? Was that the proper word for it? Perhaps. She hadn’t been this quick to temper before it had happened, nor this quick to calm in the rain. So it was likely this was the case. It was her explanation for it for the time being.

Simply, it was easy to enjoy the rain. It was easy for Mercy to be creative in the rain. She had felt like she was in a real slump the past couple of days, and she blamed that on the weather. She was too temperamental to write when it wasn’t raining these days. Her gaze dropped to her own hands. She needed to stop chewing her nails to shit, it was starting to get annoying to be honest. Horrid habit…and for all she knew she was ingesting the black nail polish she painted on every week or so. She couldn’t seem to drop it though. It kept her from…well it kept her from offing her own mother in a fit of temper.

A noise made Mercy pick up her head from where it had been gazing at her fingers. She hadn’t realized she had gotten so lost in thought that she hadn’t been watching the world around her. Weird, she almost always watched. She would find something to blame her lack of attention on later, though, for it appeared the girl, who had made the slight noise that had alerted Mercy to her presence, was coming closer.

From under the shadows of her hood, Mercy took a moment to look at the girl who was heading her way. It was something she just always did. Something seemed…similar about her. Even if Mercy couldn’t put her finger on it. Besides that, she couldn’t really tell much, and really Mercy needed to stop her habit of judging people before she even spoke to them. Perhaps she could behave, and if the girl decided to speak to her judge after rather than before. It would be something new, but there was the fact that it was raining, which meant Mercy was in a happier mood than she other wise would have been. Who knew, maybe she’d keep her temper.

She snorted, an indelicate form of a laugh. That was simply not possible when it came to Merc.

[[OOC: Sorry, its an off and horrid post and she goes off on a bit of a tangent about her mother that came out of no where...but perhaps when they start talking, my postz will pick up lolz]]

[Iona Gethen]

Gravity, don't mean too much to me

[glow=Orange,1,400]Is this our destiny?[/glow]

This world is after me, after you.

Padding along the grass, careful not to slip as the rain had turned the dirt on the ground into mud, Iona made her way towards the girl. From closer up, she could see the girl more clearly. As she had guessed, they were pretty similar. Both of them had brown hair and from here she could see the girl's startling grey eyes, that were not unlike her own. She looked around Iona's age, maybe a year older. Iona, herself, was only eighteen.

And, anyway, the girl didn't seem to mind the rain. It didn't bother Iona, but instead reminded her of her power; Aquakinesis. She understood why she had gotten it, she was training for swimming in the 2012 London Olympics, but it could get tiresome, and she couldn't push the thought that she was cheating out of her head. She knew that the youngest age for entering the Olympics was sixteen, and when they eventually come around, Iona would be around nineteen or twenty.

Another thing she had worried about was her tattoo; she wasn't sure if she would still be allowed to compete with the image of a rose entwining from her wrist to the tip of her elbow. But after rewatching a couple of the old Olympics that she had recorded so she could learn some new techniques, she noted that most of the male French swimmers had large tribal tattoos on their upper body, so she had assumed that she would be fine.

Also, when she had been talking to Evan a thought had occured to her; if they tested the swimmers to see if they were on steriods or any of that crazy shit, surely they would noticed if the storm altered her genes. Which meant a couple of things. One, they would find out about her power and take her away to be tested on. Secondly, they would declare her as a cheat. Even if they didn't find anything, Iona wasn't sure if, that is if she won anything, that she could live knowing that she hadn't fully won that medal out of talent, that it hadn't been a fair race.

Slipping slightly on the grass as she neared the girl under the tree, Iona became slightly more confident. There was another similarity, one that Iona couldn't quite put her finger on, that ran deeper than the skin. Treading carefully on the 'dangerous' terrain, Iona took a seat next to the girl. Normally, she didn't do this sort of thing, and it had only happened once before when she met Evan, the only other person she had met so far with another superpower.

It had been the similairty between the two of them, a sort of invisible bond that had drawn her to the girl. Iona didn't understand it, and it confused her slightly, but she was learning to trust her instinct. Hugging her drenched Jack Wills jumper tighter to her torso, she let out a small breath.

Quirking her eyebrows at the girls snort, Iona almost let her usual defensive side come out, and had to swallow back an insult. "Hi..." She said to the girl, her words thick with a Welsh accent.

[[OOC: Sorry about the Olympics rant, I didn't know what to put ]]

Run away, like it was yesterday

[glow=Orange,1,400]And we could run away[/glow]

Run away from here

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[Mercy Sanders]

Mercy went on picking at her black nail polish as the other chick who had decided to come out in the rain actually came closer to her. Yeah, Mercy could feel there was something similar as well, perhaps even something big enough to bother with, but she still wasn't the type to be all social and chatty with another human being if she could manage to help to the otherwise. She was simply not a social person if she could help it. Hence why she didn't have any real friends to call her own. All she focused on was getting out of her house and writing her stories and possibly actually getting said stories out into the world.

Perhaps that was why she was a little guarded as she watched the girl come closer to her now. She heard the accent in the girls voice as she sat with her and took a moment, just a moment, to really...do what she did best. It took her a moment more to speak. Mercy often never bothered to speak if she could help it. She preferred to observe rather than actually participate in the world around her. Accented usually meant she wasn't from around here, obviously. That was the surface observation. And she didn't bother to push it farther just now. Didn't she say that she would behave herself and not judge until she spoke to the girl? Even though technically the girl had already spoken to her.

Instead she simply arched a delicate brow, invisible under the shadows of her hood and she hadn't bothered to pull back that hood just yet. "Hi" she replied simply. It was mostly due to the rain keeping her so calm and her temper so nice and tampered down that got the girl to actually return the greeting. Mercy wasn't social, not in the slightest. But she was curious right now. Curious to know why she felt something similar with this girl and why she was actually talking to her. And why she was out in the rain like Mercy was. So many questions racing through her mind before she eventually shook her head to dispel them from her mind.

She figured if the girl was sitting with her, she might as well be some form of social. Lucky the rain was pouring around them, kept Mercy from mood swinging too horribly. Instead she sat there trying to figure out how to not seem like she was actually interested and still get an answer or two to the questions that were still bothering her mind. It wasn't something that was actually easy, but Mercy had perfected the technique over the years, mostly with her father because you couldn't seem interested in that man. Mercy had the burn on her arm to prove it. She pushed all thoughts of her father out of her mind, again emptying her mind of something insignificant.

Instead, a wry smile lit her features as if she was thinking about some private joke in her mind as she asked her question off handedly. "Nice weather, don'cha think?"

[Iona Gethen]

• • Iona Maegan Gethen • •

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Eighteen| Swimmer| Aquakinesis

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

One of the many drawbacks about Iona, was that she was impatient. Her mother used to always say to learn some patience, and Iona would deftly reply, "I wasn't born with any, I don't have any, and I never will," She was never good with patience. Like right before a swimming race, she would be itching to get in the water. She didn't like being looked down on either. One reason why she tended to stay out of certain areas in London.

So, when the girl didn't reply instantly, Iona had to stop herself tapping her foot on the ground. Instead, she leaned back further against the trunk of the tree, the bark digging past her hair in into her scalp. It was an uncomfortable position, but it could have been better. Although, Iona found it alright. She was used to trees. They were a familiarity to her.

Giving a half snort, half light laugh, Iona nodded slightly. "Yeah, lovely weather," She grinned, her eyes lighting up at the rain.

"Perfect weather for going a run. Or walking the dog or having a picnik," Sarcasm wrapped it's way around her words, even when she hadn't intended it to be there. Iona most often came across as rude, moody and unsociable. It technically wasn't her fault; she was bipolar. Of course she was going to be like that. But apart from her awful mood swings, she was great to get along with. Most of the time.

She didn't speak for a couple of minutes, and played absent-mindedly with the lace of her hi-tops. She knew she shouldn't talk to strangers, but she was a big girl now. She could look after herself. She didn't turn to the girl, but instead stared across the park.

"I'm Iona," she muttered, barely audible. "Do you tend to sit in the rain a lot?" She let a small smirk toy at the edges of her lips. She scrunched her nose slightly; a habit of hers she hated, but did it quite a lot; whilst thinking, laughing, smiling, draydreaming or just whenever.

• • • Say my name like it's the last time • • •
• • • Live today like its your last night • • •
• • • We want to cry but we know its alright • • •

• • • NOTES • • •
• • • Mercy!~ :: TAGGED
• • • God knows, I'm too lazy 3 :: WORDCOUNT
• • • Her trademark Jack Wills jumper, jeans and some hi-tops:: OUTFIT
• • • ~:: NOTES
• • • Lyrics to All Time Low and The Wanted.:: CREDITS