[center][h2]Kane "Marcus" McCoy[/h2][/center]

By Kanes' standards, things were not going to well. They may all have been in the same situation so to speak, but that did not mean they had to like one another. Weird was not the word to describe them all, they were more unearthly than anything else. As he had done before, he could not help but take in everyone's appearances and use it to judge them. An emo boy that Kane had missed was one of the few that came under the scrutinizing, thoughts of Kane. It was not that he had anything against Emo's, but it was the stereotypes that constantly hung over their heads. Kane knew that he was not one to talk, southerners were usually stereotyped to be stupid, so to speak. He knew himself that he was far from that, but it was a fact of life to assume that there would be stupid ones.

Kane glanced down at the smoker who had asked who he was, he even went as far as to ask all of them to introduce themselves. The guy was a bit unusual to Kane, just like the others, but he was one of the few the stood out, "more". He had a weird hairstyle, and his choice of clothes made him look like a guy off the [i]Breakfast Club[/i]. The fact that he smoked did not help better Kanes' opinion about him, which was already pretty low anyway. 

[i]"So much for first impressions."[/i] Kane thought to himself. It seemed like the only, positive thing about this guy was the fact that he was open, free, was not afraid to speak out, take the lead. That was defiantly an A+ in Kane's book, although most people would not care to much about his book.

"My name is Kane, not ya Book of Bible Stories Cain, but Kane with a K and an E." He said humorously. 

Suddenly, things went quiet, Kane glanced around confused for a few seconds before figuring it out. He looked down at the guy he had just spoken, he had answered his question, for everyone basically. Was it mind reading? No, he only knew of their feelings. Kane shook his head, he would have rather tried to write a a 5 page essay on the reasons why Trigonometry can help their futures than figure out the kids powers. The guys introduced himself as Greg, just another person that would add to the unearthlyness.  

The emo kid finally decided to introduce himself, as Casper. In truth, he did look like Casper the Friendly Ghost. He was sort of pale, and that black hair defiantly did not accent his skin tone well. That was the type of guys that his sister hung out with, Kane really hoped that he would not come home to see his sister an Emo, either way, Grandmama would beat the living shit out of her is she went as far as to get a piercing.

Then a woman who introduced herself as Erica spoke. Her question to Mason was well founded and made sense, but he had to admit she was a [i]cher[/i]. In other words, she was attractive, but Kane knew better than to say that to her face right then and there. The setting had to be right, probably during a luck break or something. Hopefully she wouldn't be stuck up and stupid like his sister and her friends were. 

Then there was Lynn, defiantly not his type, she was a rebel, a hooligan. Despite the fact that he had experienced his fair share of fighting, she was beyond that. Probably a smoker, she had also let out the fact that she was an alcoholic, the type of addiction that Kane had bad experiences with. Fortunately for her, Kane would not let the stop him from conversing with her. He hated judging people in such a way, but these were the people he would spend a chuck of his life with, he had to have an idea of who they were know before it was to late.

A boy named Devin spoke up, Kane was not sure if he had spoken before, but he was talking now. "Co faire, why, what's the rush?" Kane asked raising and eyebrow. Well, there was bound to be an impatient one in the group.