Getting rid of guilt (OPEN)

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

The male parked his car outside of the warehouse making sure to lock it as he left, he knew that he was in the roughest part of London but people still liked to steal cars so it was better to be safe than sorry. He was wearing dark blue jeans a red chequered shirt as well as a black jacket which he pulled closer to his chest as the fierce wind blew past them. The chilled wind made him shake causing him to rush to the door where he pulled down the rusty handle which snapped in response dropping to the floor. He looked around to make sure that no one saw him before stepping inside where he felt instantly warmer.

Tristen walked forward with both hands in his pockets, he was taking his time observing the area and making sure that he was in the right place. He wasn’t very athletic but decided to go for a walk through London where his nosiness took over thus he found himself in one of the many deserted warehouses. It had broken windows which allowed the light into the large room which for some reason remained fairly dark and musty. Even without living near the area you could tell that they were no longer in service as the condition that they were in wasn’t even healthy to walk around in let alone work. That said the male needed to have a good look around after feeling regret for a patient last week.

He had been called to the west side of London where someone had been attacked the only problem was that he didn’t have a clue where to find her, he had gotten lost and by the time he got there the person had died causing him extreme guilt as well as pain. He didn’t lose a lot of patients but when he often felt for them and often blamed himself. Tristen had promised himself there and then that he would look around the area taking in everything that he would need to know just in case he got called there ever again, of course he should know all of London of by hand and he did know them, all of them apart from the west side.

The male stumbled forward over a broken piece of the ceiling breaking a small smile on his lips, he loved the fact that he had tripped when no one else was around it was one of his pet peeves. Tristen used to do it a lot when he was in high school where he would could teased about it saying that he was so smart but couldn’t walk and that he should have carers to make sure he didn’t fall. He had ignored them and carried on with his annoying school life but still he often tripped up sometimes on air.

With sound of movement he was brought back to the present making his ears pick up straining to listen for anything that was in the surrounding area to him. He couldn’t help but turn around in a complete circle so that he could see each corner of the room for what was currently in it. The room seemed to get darker as he did so restricting his eyesight and stopping him from seeing what had made the noise, he had been stupid enough to go to a place that he didn’t know without his phone and without any way to defend himself. It was just like him, he often went into things head first without thinking about the consequences yet seemed to happen only when he was outside of the workplace.

The young nurse suddenly saw something running towards him causing the male to jump to the side where a large black rat hurried past glaring at him as it did so, almost looking at him how a human would. Tristen frowned as he watching the rat disappear across the room and down a drain or some kind meaning that it was probably going down into the sewers. He shuddered at the thought before getting to his feet where he brushed his jeans down, he had had enough of that place already. It was dark, dirty and at the moment scary to be in, he just wanted to leave and soon.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! no one yet
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! First post on here woop

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[Marie DeLabou]

It was a good thing that Marie wasn’t afraid of heights. She was stood, now, her back against the wall, on a narrow walkway about three metres of the ground, situated at one side of the large, main, cavernous space of the deserted building. This area was not somewhere that Marie would have been seen in, before all this had happened. It was dark, and poor, and completely the opposite of the upper class street that she lived in, in the large white town house. But that was the point. If her mother did stop for a moment, dragging herself out of the realms of grief that she seemed to be drowning in (that Marie just couldn’t drag her out of, no matter how hard she tried), she wouldn’t come and look for the teenager here. She’d look in the park, or the library, or somewhere upper class, where money could be sense just by looking around.

This wasn’t like that. This was a large building, yes, but dark, and damp, and she was pretty sure that there were rats around here somewhere. If she concentrated, she could even hear them scuttling. Not that she minded rats, really. She came here often now, almost as much as she went to the park to sit beneath her tree, alone with just the world around her, the nature and the air. But she came here for a different reason. The park was to relax, or to work, and she came here simply so she wouldn’t be seen. Only, she couldn’t help but wish that it was cleaner. Despite wearing black skinny jeans and a dark shirt, she was pretty sure that she was rather dirty now. She had, after all, fallen over quite a few times.

Falling over was a common occupation when she was here, she had realised quite early on. But it didn’t happen so often now. She was getting better. She came here to practise, after all. It was quiet, and alone, and yet the windows were open so a wind could blow through, and it was large enough to practise. She wanted to fly. Falling over seemed to happen when she lost concentration, and fell from however high she had risen. Which wasn’t high. It was hard, very hard. There had to be an easier way. Falling onto the ground did hurt, a little. She had considered going outside, of course, but these attempts kept making her annoyed, and then the sky turned black, and it was very irritating. The world was stormy enough, outside. She could hear it. Which was good, really. She needed the strong air currents to make her theory work.

She had moved through the building, with around the blocks of rubble on the ground. Falling over when practising was ok, when simply walking? That was not something someone of her upbringing ever did...Well, unless it was an accident. But Marie didn’t like accidents either, though they seemed to happen so much more often nowadays. A sigh came out of her lips, and she ran her hand through her hair, stopping, and looking around. Perhaps there would be another, better, less dirty place to practise? This building was not the only of its kind around this area, after all. But then she paused, and tilted her head. The ladder up the side of one of the walls had caught her eye. She hadn’t noticed it before, but there was one. It ran up towards a walkway, half broken, but it looked stable enough. Should she? It would most likely be dangerous, she was sure of it, but...She didn’t think anymore, because sensible as she was, she was also annoyed at not being able to do what she wanted. It should work. The theory was right, she was sure of it, but it took effort, and it was hard...so there must be an easier way. Like the walkway.

And that was why she was here now, her eyes closed, and concentrating on the swirling sounds of the wind outside, trying to guide it into the building. It had hard, and her brow crinkled as she tried to find the right key that would make it work. She probably looked suicidal, if anyone else was here though, so it was lucky that no one else was. Or...she thought that no one else was. A sound cracked through the air like a whip, making her literally jump, jerking away from her resting spot against the wall towards the edge of the walkway. She grabbed the crumbling railing with one hand just as she reached the edge, stopping herself from falling.

Now she did wonder if she was afraid of heights. Because she was frozen in place now, half leaning off the walkway, staring down at the ground below. Perhaps...this hadn’t been the best of ideas after all.

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

His attention was thrown behind him where he heard the sound of something hitting the floor, it crashed to the ground with a loud thud so it seemed to Tristen that it was probably close, maybe in the next room or whatever it was called seeing as pieces of the warehouse were missing so they couldn’t be called rooms exactly. He shrugged to himself and although he knew about the gangs that were around the area and although his heart was beating fast in his throat and although all the danger signals were being set off he couldn’t help but march forward to where the sound had come from. He wasn’t one for getting into trouble but he liked to know what was happening around him especially if someone was in trouble or something.

Tristen walked towards a small blue down which had a foot shaped imprint on the door as well as a hole where it looked as though somebody’s head had been through. He shivered at the thought everything telling him to run and get away yet he flung the door open to reveal, nothing. It was just like the room he had been in except it was lighter than his and seemed like it was safer until he felt some dirt fall onto his shoulder which he wiped away from his shoulder to look upwards. His eyes focused to make sure that he was seeing straight as a female was on the level above looking like she had tried to kill herself but then changed her mind. She looked like she was in trouble and he was the only one around to save her.

He thought about running up and pulling her back but by the time he got there she could let go and fall to her death, there was no way around it the male had to use his power to get her to safety. He hadn’t used it to help anybody yet mainly due to the reason that he couldn’t control it very well and didn’t want to be tested on as a freak. That said it was the only way so he took a deep breath and out stretched his hand towards the female where he pulled it back before pushing his fist forward with all his might, mentally and physically. He saw the faint white coloured mist that burst from the air as it was pushed towards the female to try and push her back onto the ledge to save her life and protect her from the fall.

“Are you ok?” he asked yelling to the female “I wouldn’t jump in places like this, you could die”

The male shook gently as he used the gift that he had relieved from the storm at least that’s when he started to move things with his mind. He then began to research his gift that he had been given, he spent days afterwards looking at his power, watching shows with people displaying the same gift that he had gotten so he began to act them out. He trained with his power watching how people used their hands and strangely enough it worked, he got better control at it and was able to use his hands as well as his eyes however it seemed that if they were unavailable then he couldn’t access his power. It also gave him nose bleeds sometimes which gratefully he hadn’t got when helping the female out; after all it was only a small push.

Tristen hated the side effects of his power, sure it meant that he couldn’t be all powerful which he understood but it also meant that during times when he needed to use his power he would get a headache or his nose would run. Sometimes he would even faint and during a life or death situation it wasn’t exactly helpful when fighting for his life. It had only happened once which was where he had thrown two people away from a victim that they were attacking. He had been called to pick her up but the gang was still hurting her so the male had used his powers and then used a blast which he could use although it was the first time he had done which caused the male to fall to the floor in darkness. The male had been knocked out and the victim fortunately survived yet they had been in pretty bad shape.

Not wanting to be found out the male turned around and walked a few feet yet sighed as he knew that he couldn’t leave the female without knowing that she was ok. She deserved that at least after all she had looked like she was going to kill herself so she might try to jump again, he needed to be there for her and help is need be. It was the only thing that the male was really good at well and his intelligence. He walked further forward so that he was just below the other human where he began to call out again.

“The name is Tristen” he said with a small smile “You are?”

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! nice banner

[Marie DeLabou]

Her hand was slipping on the railing, and Marie let out a whimper, her eyes fixed onto the ground. She couldn’t tell whether the noise in her ears was her own heart pounding, which it was, so hard that it was hurting, or whether it was the wind batting against the rickety walls of the building, crashing as if trying to come inside. It probably was. She was panicking now, staring at the floor, and feeling sick, very sick...Yes, maybe she was afraid of heights after all.

She jerked her head upwards at the voice, slipping a little further, opening her mouth to reply, but only letting out a cry, her eyes widening in fear as something pushed into her, forcing her backwards away from the edge and slamming her against the wall. She slid down it, staring at the...what was that? Was it fog? Slightly white mist, in the air, in front of her...Her breathing quickened, panicking for a moment, before realising something. She was no longer near the edge. The mist had pushed her away...had the man, the one who had spoken, done that. It was only thinking of that, that she realised he was probably expecting an answer. If it was him who had done...who had done whatever it was that had happened.

“I...I’m ok...” she managed to say, her throat oddly dry, then shook her head quickly. Not that shaking her head would clear a throat, thinking about it, but she did it anyway. She laughed faintly. He had thought she was jumping. She must have looked crazy, up there and about to fall. That was a different opinion to be made about her, however. It was odd, being thought of as suicidal rather than nerdy and posh. She doubted it would be any better, really. “Obviously you think that must have been the point.”

The wind was lessening now, and her heart rate was slowing. It was one, or the other, or perhaps both that made the sounds dull in her ears so she could hear properly again. Was the wind her? Perhaps it was just a bad day for the weather, it could be. She never knew when it was her or not...and her attempt at finding out if she could fly this way had been ruined. Although...she was glad. If she’d fallen again, but from this height...She had a power....but this man...wasn’t she the only one?

She stared at the edge of the walkway, still pressed against the wall, but sat down this time. The ladder was that way...but that meant going down...so she was staying still for the moment. Waiting until she felt like normal, and not panicking about dying again. That had been...scary. Fear had thrummed through her as she had looked down at the ground, from this height, but it was fading now. She didn’t take her eyes away from the edge as the man spoke again, but cleared her throat. Her voice came out stronger than it had the previous time, and that was a good thing.

“I’m...I’m Marie..” The voice was coming from below her, and she closed her eyes, slowing her breaths. Yes, enough practise for one day. “Did...did you just...do that? That...thing?”

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

He couldn’t help but express shock when he heard the female’s voice, she seemed posh and seemed to not be from around that area leaving him with a dire questions. Why was she there? She didn’t seem the type to run through dusty old warehouses and buildings, she seemed more of a female who would be getting her nails done while someone else done her hair. That said she didn’t seem to be snobby or annoying in fact she seemed to still be slightly scared and her voice seemed shaky when she first spoke. He smiled gently after she finished speaking where she expressed the fact that he thought she had been trying to kill herself and for some reason the way she had spoken about it made him think otherwise.
“What were you doing up there then?” he asked genially confused and slightly worried “You weren’t sightseeing that’s for sure”

Tristen smirked to himself glad that she was safe even though he had had to use his powers to save her. That point was taken from his mind however when cold air brushed across his face making him shiver slightly, it must of come from outdoors at least that’s the only place it could of come from. The male looked around for a safe way that the female could get down and saw the ladder that she must of used to climb up onto the ledge in the first place. It didn’t look like the best thing to use but it was all they had so he walked calmly to the bottom of the ladder when he shook it slightly. One of the bars broke off and snapped which clunked to the floor beside him making Tristen raise his eyebrows.
“You can get down here, be careful I will catch you if you fall” he told her before adding in a whisper that she hopefully couldn’t hear “I hope”

Her name echoed from the ledge above him although where he was at the moment he couldn’t see her face so had no idea how she was doing. Tristen didn’t know if she was still shocked or panicked or just annoyed with herself but her voice made her sound that she was doing ok. He wondered where she actually lived but felt that it was probably within the rich of the rick or at least where the rick to middle classed families lived, not that he had a problem with rich people it was just that most of them were snobs. The male waited for the female to reach him until he heard her question making him bite his lip in response to not blurt out what he wanted to actually say. He had never told anymore about his power and unless someone else could do the same thing then he wouldn’t ever say a word in his life.
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything? You climbed up I just watched” he said quickly trying to cover up the story but to be honest he wasn’t doing a very good job.

The males hand got slightly sweaty as he rubbed the back of his neck now feeling slightly awkward at the thought of someone knowing about his power and of all people it was someone that he didn’t know. He sighed out loud took a deep breath and decided what the hell so he thought about what to say to the female so that she didn’t freak out and fall and so that she could understand it, he wasn’t sure how clever she was after all. Tristen frowned again searching for any words that would help him explain yet finding none he decided for once, to trust what his brother had said years back which was to just wing it.
“Do you remember that storm, with the blocks of ice and the lightning?” he asked her looking to the floor just in case she began to come down the ladder “Well it changed me, this is going to sound crazy, now I can move stuff with my mind”

He waited for her to freak out and have a go at him saying that he must of lost his mind and that he should be looked up in a mental home for making up things like that. It was a scenario that Tristen felt would happen when he told someone about his power and not knowing the girl made it worse, they had no connection or trust made yet so why would she believe a stranger like him? He had probably just made himself look like a weirdo but still at least he had told someone the truth, he hated lying.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! Can’t wait for these two to tell each other

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[Marie DeLabou]

Marie wasn’t sure how to tell him what she had been doing. She didn’t want to admit it, admit that she’d been trying to fly, because as well as revealing her secret, it would also make her sound quite a bit more crazy than whoever it was down there already thought her to be. Which had to be quite a lot...he hadn’t said he didn’t believe she had been going to jump. But no matter how depressed Marie had been recently, after everything, she wasn’t able to do that. She was cowardly, she knew, but more than that, she couldn’t leave her mother all alone, even if she was locked away in her own little world now of grief and despair. The thought made tears prick at her eyes, and she closed them quickly, hanging to her to push them back down inside her. It didn’t work, not really, because she’d never been able to block out emotions, but at least the tear fell silently. Crying noisily was embarrassing. She didn’t reply to the man’s question, and she had a reason now. Trying not to cry over one simple thought was a hard thing for her to do.

She jumped as she heard the crash from the direction of the ladder, jerking her head towards it. “What was that?” she asked, panic inflicting her tone a little more. It hadn’t sounded like the platform she was on. That...felt stable, still, and not as if it was about to crash to the ground. She prised herself away from the wall, crawling over the dirty metal walkway to peer over the edge, where the sound came from. When she saw the ladder, the broken ladder, her face paled slightly. “It was alright when I climbed up...”

The ground was still making her feel sick. Perhaps it wasn’t heights she was afraid of it all, but it was more fear of crashing into the ground. Yes, that was logical. Heights never hurt anyone, really. It was the falling and the hitting something which resulted in death. Marie had never quite considered it that way. But if it was true, then as long as she didn’t fall, she shouldn’t be scared. And that ladder...looked like something she’d fall down.

“No...” she said slowly, glancing at him for the first time. He didn’t look as out of place in this area as she was sure she must do, but Marie wasn’t taking in appearances quite so much right now. She was more concerned about getting down. Though with the ladder out of the question.

“You...you can move things?” She blinked, and just looked at him, after his admission. He’d been changed...by the storm? He could move things with his mind...was he telling the truth? From what she could see, his face looked truthful enough. And that would explain the whatever-it-was that had pushed her away from the edge, most likely saving her life, or at least, saving her from being very, very hurt. And if it was the truth, that must have taken some courage to say. She was a stranger, after all, a complete and utter stranger (not that she could see his face very clearly, in the dim light, but Marie didn’t know anyone, not beyond a few names), who probably looked and sounded very crazy. And with her posh voice, which she couldn’t hide even when trying...it must have been a risk..

Which meant that she could surely take a risk as well. Of course, he might still be lying, but Marie was rather trusting. He had saved her life, after all. And she didn’t have any other way of getting down, after all, other than her theory, and, well, if the theory worked, she knew how to do that. She stood up, gingerly, one hand returning back to the wall for stability. She focussed her mind, looking away from the ground and straight ahead.

“It’s...alright...I can do it. Just....stand back.” He would have to, she was sure of it. This building was full of loose clutter, and she would need the wind, strong wind. She closed her eyes, trying to figure out how to call it to her. It drained her a little, controlling it this way (although...she may influence it another way, she wasn’t sure), but she could feel it. The wind that suddenly rushed into the cavernous space felt like a cool breeze had entered her veins, being pushed around her body by a separate heart to hers. The feeling was one she couldn’t describe, really. But it was something she loved.

She took a deep breath, once more trying to quell the nausea, before holding her arms out straight to the sides. That was what you did during survival dives, wasn’t it? Of course...that was over water...but she didn’t want to think about hitting the ground. Confidence had something to do with this, she was sure. Her eyes closed, and she took another deep breath, before stepping forward off the edge. A gasp was ripped out of her and her eyes flew open as she felt herself falling, panicking that it hadn’t work, but then...

Then her hair was being whipped around her face, toying with her clothes and clanging against the side of the building, a thunderous sea of noise and movement all around her...and yet she wasn’t moving. Not falling.

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[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Panic seemed to fill the females mind as she heard the ladder drop, he could heard the terror in her voice which he didn’t blame her for at all. The heights thing wasn’t a problem for Tristen, he actually quite liked them but when he was younger there was nothing more scary. That said he mentally laughed at the biggest fear that he processed at that time which even he himself thought was stupid but if he saw one then the male just froze up and couldn’t do anything, clowns. He just couldn’t see why people found them funny even if one walked past him with a large smile while giving balloons out then Tristen would run off or cross the street like he had to the other day. He shuddered to himself at the thought taking his attention away from himself and back to the helpless female above him who he remembered to be named Marie.
“How else are you getting down?” he asked when heard her fear about coming down the ladder from her voice.

He thought about going to get help but quickly decided against that idea for a few reasons. Once if gang members were around when he left then Marie could get attacked or worse which he couldn’t let happen, he also felt that maybe he would get attacked leaving her on her own with no one to turn to with his last reason being simply he didn’t know who to fetch to help her. There wasn’t any decent station in the area that would go to places like the warehouses; they would probably just say that it was their fault for being there which would leave Tristen back at spare one.

The dusty warehouse seemed to crepe in on him as he looked around for something for anything to help Marie or for a way to get to her but in a worn down place like the one they were in, it was near impossible. He heard more rats scuttle past from various cracks in the wall who glared at him with piercing red eyes like they were looking straight into his soul. Tristen was sure that the rats seems strange to him, abnormal, not that he could talk but still they were freaking the male out by the way that they just stared like they were observing him before scurrying off to wherever it was that rats went in their day to day lives.

Her voice startled him slightly as she spoke for the first time in a while, she was simply asking him if he was lying which not only surprised the male, it also made him grin. He had expected her to have a go at him but instead the female was just asking him the question again which he didn’t mind at all, it must have been weird hearing what he had just said and even he had to admit, slightly crazy. The smile was still plastered onto his face as he responded to the female above.
“Yeah, crazy stuff right?” he asked with a gentle voice.

When told to move out of the way, she didn’t need to tell him twice and he automatically ran backwards slightly. He didn’t know exactly what she was doing but the power in her voice seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what she was doing, she seemed quite confident as she leaned forward revealing herself. Her long hair rested behind her as she leaned further forward closer to the edge where wind began to blow across the female, Tristen could see it as her hair moved with the breeze. That’s when it suddenly came to to him, she was going to jump off. No one could survive that without breaking something and the male wasn’t about to let that happen so he walked forward slightly where he began to raise his hands upwards.
“You can’t jump” he yelled urgency filling his lungs.

What happened next however was no short of amazing, she was being held up but no by the ledge at all it was the wind, the wind was someone holding the female and keeping her from failing, She had looked scared at doing so at first when she walked off of the ledge but she also looked like she was in her element and strangely enough she looked like she belonged there which was insane because no one really belonged mid air in the sky. Marie was floating above the ground not moving at all except from the wind that seemed to be blowing around her causing her hair to fly around in various places. Tristen wondered, with his mouth wide open in shock, if she could actually fly down to him which if she did meant that she had a power, maybe she could control air, it seemed to be all around her at that moment so it was a likely suggestion. It was strange he had thought that he was the only one, heck he had also believed that even if other people had changed then they would be like him or at least similar. The girl above him was a completely different story one that he wanted to find out about, she seemed to be nice enough and wanted to find out more about her and her power, she was the first one that he had met with another power.
“You have one too?” he told her more as a question then anything else “When and where did you get it?

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! She can fly

[Marie DeLabou]

The feeling was exhilarating, Marie had decided. She had been right before, there was no other way to describe it. Just her, and the air, as it danced around her, thudding just like a second heartbeat. Her hair was whipping her face, and her eyes were wide, staring down at the ground. The ground which really wasn’t getting closer. It wasn’t rushing up to meet her, and that made her smile. She had done it, she could do it. Her theory had been right. The air currents were surrounding her, whipping her skin, but it didn’t hurt, it just tickled. The feeling she was in now, she could be in forever...

Except she couldn’t. Even now, her own heart was starting to pound, and it was taking an effort to keep still. Crazy. That was the word the man had said, very crazy, and it was. How else could anyone ever describe this? She was...not flying, not as such, but not feeling. Just still, with the wind. She wanted to stay there. But again...she couldn’t. Marie wasn’t a stupid girl. The ache on her muscles was starting to become evident. But getting down...No. No silly thoughts. Focus, and glide, like the birds that she so often watched, all alone did. They spread their wings and skimmed through the air, and the air parted before them. Marie didn’t have wings though. She was pretty sure that hadn’t been included in the equation written about that storm.

“The storm...” she said, closing her eyes again to focus on the words, rather than on the ache and the numb pain like sensation, the type you received after spending to long working out, and getting too tired and drained too quickly. “I think...I think that’s when...” But she wasn’t sure. She could just remember standing outside in that rain and that hail, and tilting her face upwards to soak it all in, and then the flash and the feeling of power, running through her...and then waking up, on the grass, an ice bolder inches from her head. And crying. She could remember crying. Which was when the second rain had started. She didn’t know what else it could have been...except, from perhaps, the earth itself. Marie was a pagan. She believed the earth had power, and humans could tap into it. But...this wasn’t the earth. This was the air.

She focussed once more on the wind billowing around her. The sound of it in the warehouse was getting louder, the wind seeming to grow more impatient, a gale force breaking through, but she blocked it out, simply feeling as the currents shifted behind her, just slightly, so she was moving forward. Moving forward and downwards, returning to the ground. It was hard, really. Of course, it felt natural, but the wind was not something that could be tamed. She could only nudge it in the right direction.

But eventually, the strain was too much, and her grip and control loosened, before vanishing completely, and she dropped. It was only a drop of five feet by that time, rather than a few meters, but she stumbled, weariness taking over her as the noise inside the building lessened as the wind she had called upon returned to wherever it went.

OOC: Well, she can sort of fly. Or fall with style [/size]

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Tristen blinked twice to make sure that he wasn¡¦t imagining what was right in front of his eyes, the female was still floating in the air, sure she wasn¡¦t flying but that was beside the point, she was defiantly not on any wires meaning that she had a power or something similar. He just hoped that her power wasn't just to float as that didn;t seem very cool at all, she wouldn't be able to use it to fight with or anything unless she floated and kicked them in the face, still it looked rather amazing to be up there. The male wondered if he could levitate too as he could move other people so what was to say that he couldn¡¦t move himself into the air. Getting slightly excited about it he then noticed that the female seemed to have some visible strain on her expression, she seemed to have to concentrate and focus in order to kept herself upright like he did when the male used his power.

The female above him began to float down to the ground which kind of meant that she could fly but the air that blew around her suggested that she could control air, either way she processed some power. He wasn¡¦t sure what to say to her or what to even do at that point but knew that he couldn¡¦t just walk away after what he had just seen the female do, she had been the first person that he knew of who also processed a power making him feel slightly more happier with himself and less of a freak. She said about the storm which must have been when it had happened just like it had to him, he really needed to look more into the storm and see what he could find out, for all he knew there could be hundreds of people like him and Marie.
"You can fly" he muttered to himself frowning slightly.

She got closer to him until the strain seemed too much for her resulting in the wind that surrounded her disappearing or going to wherever it was that it came from. Whatever happened the result was the same she fell and connected with the floor with a thud that echoed around the building. Tristen rushed to her side as she stumbled reaching out his hand to grab hers so that she didn't fall backwards onto the floor where she would most likely hit her head against something and start bleeding which at that moment in time he couldn't deal with. Sure he could stop the bleeding but he wouldn't be able to help until he got her to the nearest hospital which would take a while plus the girl didn¡¦t know anything about him or him about her so it would be slightly awkward when he was asked questions about her.

He let go and put his hands in his pockets now feeling slightly nervous, they were both now on the same level and had told each other about their powers yet neither knew a lot about the other. Tristen smiled at her taking in the female who seemed to be younger than him, then again he was terrible at guessing ages he had once called someone to be in their late thirties when they were actually early twenties. Not only had he felt bad but the hospital had told him off slightly too, he needed to be able to guess ages fairly well in case he got a patient that was unconscious with no witnesses or family members. The male just hoped that he never got one when he was on shift, if so he would just ask a colleague who would hopefully tell him.

Tristen took his attention to Marie again sensing that even though she had been quite confident when she spoke and posh people were stereotypically seen as being confident or outspoken she wasn't very confident with herself or her flying thing. He smiled gently at her shifting his weight slightly so that he was more comfortable when he noticed the silence seemed to circle around them allowing squeaks from the rats to enter the room. He shuddered at the sound and decided to speak in order to drown them out.
"So the storm changed you too?" he asked in a gentle voice trying to suggest that she could trust him.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! Nice style fall there I like it : ) Very effective

[Marie DeLabou]

The brunette girl blinked rapidly, his mind spinning even as she tried to gain her balance. There was a hand in hers...it took her a while to register it’s prescence other than just being a small help to keep her standing, and by the time she had, it had gone. She raised a hand to her head, pressing two fingers against her temples and closing her eyes. Okay...that had been exhilarating, but now it felt...odd. Dizzy. But not sick, which was usually the feeling that came with being dizzy.

Marie focussed on remaining still for a moment, her eyes pressed tightly together until she felt the room stop spinning around her. It didn’t take as long as it had the last time she had practised, or the time before that, even though she had managed more this time than ever before. Did that mean, perhaps, that it got easier over time? She wasn’t sure...and couldn’t really think about it right now. There were far too many other things on her mind right now. Such as...whoever this was. Tristen. That had been his name, Tristen. He now knew about her, didn’t he?

She bit her lip, before opening her eyes and looking up at him for a moment, before nodding slowly. It would be worse to give no explanation, wouldn’t it, and he had said the same had happened to him...sort of. She guessed that meant she could trust him. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t believe her, after seeing that. “Yes...it seems so...I’m sorry.”

Marie reached up, running a hand through her windswept hair, toying with it nervously, but taking a deep breath and continuing. “I...I can’t help it, I’m sorry...And I don’t understand it, I don’t. I mean it, it just...happens around me, all the time. I thought I could control it, so come here. Don’t tell anyone. Please.” She looked up at him, nibbling on her bottom lip again.

((OOC: Sorry it’s so short, I don’t have much time or muse. But here you go ))

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

The female looked frantic with worry, so worried that she looked like a simple yell of boo would cause her to scream and fall to the floor in pieces. That said she seemed to keep her own as she looked at him biting her lip gently waiting for someone to speak. However the silence echoed around them for a short while until the female explained what she felt at that exact moment and how she felt that she could control whatever she was trying to control and that she actually hadn’t been able to do so. The result she got even more worried which startled the male; he wondered how much stress the female could deal with before she collapsed in a heap, she seemed to cope with it well even though she hadn’t been trained to deal with stress like he had at least she didn’t look like she had had the training.

Words filled Tristen’s brain telling him that she was like him, she had a different gift to Tristen yet it was still a power, she was like him in many ways besides he had never met anyone like himself since the storm. That said he didn’t expect anyone like him to run around shouting that they had a power and that the storm had changed them in super powered humans. Not only would they get arrested but probably experimented on and then the government would look for the rest of them. Not that he was too worried about that fact, he was in real life and those experiments only seemed to happen in films or at least he hoped that they did. He really hoped that they did.
“I won’t” he said with power in his voice showing that he was deadly serious “I promise”

He smiled at Marie before he then had his own insecurities appear, the female could tell someone about his power, he needed to find out and he needed to know pretty soon before he told the female anything else about himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel safe around her it was simply the fact that he didn’t know her and that they hadn’t been with each other for a long while. All they had done was find out that the other one of them had a special power that they could do, that said he still wasn’t sure what Marie could do, so he decided to try and find out the answer from her mouth.
“What exactly can you do?” he questioned with a frown as he placed his hands in his pockets “Can you only fly, well try to fly?”

The male smirked at the thought of the female hoping that she didn’t take offence to what he had said, that was the last thing that he wanted to do. Thus Tristen took the smirk from his face by looking to the ground and thinking of worse things that could of happened to the pair of them, if he hadn’t of used his powers then he would be dealing with a dead body at that exact moment. The male quickly looked up putting his head slightly to the side as he waited for his new found friend to speak, she still seemed scared or worried so hoped that she would still be able to talk to him.
“Maybe it’s a good idea if we get out of here as well?” he suggested looking around again as yet more rats ran past him causing him to shake at the thought of them drawing close to him “It’s getting cold and it seems rather dangerous, plus those rats are freaking me out”

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! Sorry it took so long, my muse has been stolen by revision :/

[Marie DeLabou]

Marie was feeling awkward. Very awkward in fact. If she'd been someone who hadn't been trained in social ettiquette all of her life, she would have been gnawing on her lip now, probably cutting it, slicing it open so it would bleed. But she wasn't. All she was doing was nibbling gently at it, teasing it between her teeth. She wasn't an impolite person, after all, but she couldn't help do it, no matter how disgusting it perhaps must look. With her hair windblown and her jeans and shirt covered in a light layer of dust, for once Marie wasn't the most prim and proper person around. Which made a change, for the upperclass girl.

"Thank you..." she whispered, both due to exhaustion from doing that, from flying, but also due to relief that he sounded serious. She believed him. But this was Marie. Her knowledge of lies wasn't good, at the best of times. She was used to insults and laughter behind her back. Soft words were a rariety. A faint smile made her lips curve upwards a little, at the words of his promise. She wasn't sure whether she could believe him, of course, for the simple fact that she didn't know him. But then again...he had done something himself, hadn't he. Something strange, pushing her back...some power. That thought kept coming back to her, kept pushing itself to the front of her mind, and she had to keep latching onto it. Ignoring it wasn't an option now. "I...I won't tell anyone either, you know...about you, I mean..."

She shifted a little where she stood. What else could she do? "I...I'm not sure. It...rains, when I cry, if that means anything. And the wind...acts oddly." And then there had been the small storm above her house, after a bad day at school, when she'd come home and lost her temper, raging at nothing but the unfairness of it all. "And...well, I don't think it's flying. Not so much. More...changing the air..." But that didn't really make sense...and it was much nicer to think of it as flying.

Marie nodded her head quickly, tucking a strand of windblown, messed up brown hair behind one ear, agreeing quickly. This place was dull and dark, but it had been good for practise...initially. After that little incident, she didn't think that staying and practising around here would be a good idea. But the rats...she laughed slightly. "Do you know...I don't actually mind the rats that much. They always just stay away from me. But yes. Umm...where can we go?"

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Tristen smiled as she repeated what he had said to her about not telling anyone about their powers causing him to nod in her direction showing her that he was grateful for what she was saying. The male then listened carefully to what Marie trying to tell him about her powers although it didn’t seem that she knew exactly what she could do either meaning that she must of not trained her power or researched it like Tristen himself had when he had first recognised his power. He had researched it to see what he could do as well as watch various shows which had people moving things with their minds, Tristen found hundred of films which had characters that were suggested to have the same power as him.

The funny thing for the male was the fact that so many of his favourite films had had telekinetic’s in them and he had never noticed until he processed the same power. The storm had given him the power he was pretty sure of that as Marie had mentioned something along those lines as well. He didn’t know why exactly but he just knew especially seeing as after he had been struck by the lightening he had used his hand and moved a chair towards him, before hand he had never used his head except for university and for work.
“Wait” he said suddenly thinking through what Marie was saying “Air and Rain? Can you control thunder too? Or clouds? Or maybe fire? You might be able to control the weather or maybe elements?”

He frowned thinking about what she had said she could control air and slightly fly yet rain which suggested water so it had to be weather control or element control. Either power would signify what the female could do, it seemed strange that she didn’t know what it was however. Tristen looked at the female had hoped that no bad people received powers or any young kids who could use them for their own means. The male had a feeling that sooner or later they would meet more people like them, with powers and some of them wouldn’t use them to help people like Tristen had.

The male felt slightly nervous from when the female laughed about him not liking the rats, so he quickly diverted his attention and turned his to the floor. It wasn’t his fault if he was scared of them, he had gotten bitten by them when he had been a child and ever since he would step anywhere near them. He wasn’t scared of them really, he just really didn’t like them hence why he wanted to stay away from them for as long as he could. In response to the females question he simply nodded which was followed by a small frown as he thought about where to go.
“I’m not sure, I’m not from around these parts” Tristen admitted “If you have any suggestions then I can drive us there, if you want to that is?”

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !Sorry it’s not that good, revision sucks

[Marie DeLabou]

Marie gave a helpless little shrug. She was starting to realise that she must seem pretty pathetic...evidently he didn't really know what was going on, but he knew more than her, whilst she hadn't really bothered to take time to learn anything. But thinking about it...Well, the weather always did act strangely around her. "Perhaps..." she said thoughtfully, "Perhap's it's the weather. But you see...I don't really feel anything. Unless I try to do something like...like just then, I don't notice. But it rains when I cry and...there was s torm over my back garden the other week, after a bad day...Could that have been me?" She had wondered at the time. No, that wasn't right, Marie hadn't stopped wandering. Research probably would have been best, and it was rather odd that someone like her hadn't undertaken the urge to do any - Marie DeLabou was one of those people who hated not understanding things. Not understanding things was too much like failure, in her eyes.

Controlling the weather...it was an odd thought. She'd always loved the freeness of the weather herself - in certain lights, the way he could change and dance so quickly made it seem like magic, and the weather was just nature at it's best. She'd read, in one of those pagan journal's she submerged herself in occasionally, that the weather was nature's way of expressing emotion. Was it changing with her emotions? That was a...fairly scary thought. Marie had longed since learnt that it was best to keep her emotions out of sight...Now she just cried, whereas before, it would have been easy to see whether she was crying with grief, or crying with laughter. Now...now the mere thought that her emotions might be on view for all who looked at the weather to see...that was scary, in a way.

"Do you think there's others?" she asked quietly, looking down at the ground, her hand absent mindedly twirling a strand of hair around her fingers, again, as she concentrated on her shoes. She was voicing his thoughts, even though she didn't actually know it. "Other's who've been...changed by the storm, like us?" It was highly improbable that the only ones to be changed were them. Marie could have explained that, if he'd wanted her to. Delve into the statistics and the laws of probabilty, but no...that wasn't something you did with other people, she didn't think. Not that she really knew what you did with other people, truth be told.

She shifted, a little awkwardly, "No...I'm, not from here either. Was just walking back from school one day, avoiding people, and found it. I...don't know this area well..." She didn't know it at all. She'd been brought up amongst white stone houses, with neat gardens and lawn sprinklers in the summer. This place...looked to be estates and dirty, and lacking in anything really...colourful. But she wanted to suggest something, really. It would be awkward just leaving here, with nothing to do, and with neither of them knowing where to go. The only place she could think of was her home...and she didn't want to go there anyway. Nowadays, all it did was make her cry. She nibbled on her bottom lip, thinking for a moment, before venturing a thought. "Umm...We could always go to town...you know, the town center, perhaps? Could...catch a movie or something, while there, if talking gets too boring." She shrugged again, her lack of social-know-how embarrassing her, yet again.

[Tristen Scott Taylor]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •



What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

The male stared at the female before he smiled gently at her although he was now feeling slightly nervous around Marie. Sure he met people all of the time and had to speak to many different people even some from other cultures and religions yet for some reason it was different with the female who stood before him away from her upper class location, they both had powers and it was strange meeting someone who did. Of course he had found out ages ago but it was only just sinking in that he wasn’t the only one, he wasn’t a freak as he had first thought but instead it was a gift, a power and a pretty useful one at that.
“It must be the weather then” he said with a nod “It’s the only thing I can think of and iv looked through some strange sites to find out about these powers. The things that people will do for money”

He shuddered in response to the images that appeared in his mind, he had found some weird sites about powers, experiments and various over things that had, it was safe to say, freaked him out. Thus the male tried to erase the memories by shaking his head slightly and focused on Marie and her voice which echoed his own thoughts, it seemed strange but for some reason she knew exactly what he was saying. Tristen just hoped that she couldn’t read minds as well, he liked his privacy not that he had much to hide he just preferred to tell people his thoughts instead of having them read to him.
“I don’t know” he responded running his hand through his hair “I think there could be. I mean it was a pretty big storm and I can’t imagine that only two of us got changed. I guess there could be more I just wonder who they are and what they are doing with their powers”

Tristen raised his shoulders to show that he had no idea, all that he was saying was a suggesting, they were his own thoughts and guesses. He waited to see if Marie had her own thoughts about the situation which no doubt she would have, he guessed that she liked to be heard coming from the class that she did. It wasn’t her fault and Tristen hated to be stereotypical but most upper class views were heard while lower class views like the people that would probably live in the warehouse they were in now, they would be ignored until they broke out or killed someone. It didn’t seem right to the nurse that class should make a difference or anything else for that matter, sexuality, age, race. He was quite big on the whole equality thing although he wasn’t a preacher or anything so didn’t really like to get involved.

Air brushed against his face slightly coming from the door that he had come through, it was slightly open. Tristen frowned yet guessed that it was probably just the wind so turned his attention to Marie making him sigh, neither of them knew the place guess they would just have to make their own way somewhere, it also looked like he would be the one who was driving. He however smirked at what the female said letting out a small laugh deep from his throat and stared straight at her as he spoke.
“The cinema? Good idea, I like it” he said still with a grin on his face as he turned towards the exit and handed his hand out to the female for her to take if she wanted to “Well?”

The male wondered what exactly they were going to do but at that moment he didn’t really care, he wanted to know more about her and her power. They defiantly needed to stay in touch especially if someone came after them for their powers, he wasn’t one for the whole government testing thing but strangely enough after watching all of the films that he had seen about people with powers, he wouldn’t put it past them. Of course they were complete fiction yet so was the powers. However there he was a telekinetic and Marie who could control the weather, it wasn’t random, they must have been given them for something, what he didn’t know.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Tagged ! Marie DeLabou
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ! Cinema