[center] [h2] [color=SteelBlue] Abel "Abe" Parker [/color] [/h2] [/center]

Abel watched as the Russian guy came back after speaking - err, yelling at another Russian speaker. What the heck? Were they in Russia? He sized the guy, noting his Mohawk that touched an inch or two above Abel's head. Two Russians? The first guy he'd heard speak had used an English accent. Russians, Brits, and Americans? 

[color=steelblue]"Yeah, American."[/color] He said touching his finger to his chest indicating himself. He waved his hands to the other kids in the hallway. [color=steelblue]"They-"[/color] He said, looking back to the Russian. [color=steelblue]"America and England. I don't know where we are."[/color] He said, trying to reciprocate his thoughts to the guy. [color=SteelBlue]"You appeared there."[/color] He pointed to him and emphasized "appeared." He touched his forehead. [color=steelblue]"I see in my head."[/color] He marched to the door to the room the Russian girl was in. He pointed to her, then rubbed the skin on his arm. [color=steelblue]"Her skin changed."[/color] He said, then motioned to the other kids.

[color=steelblue]"Maybe- them - everyone. Everyone has powers."[/color] He said, searching the kid's eyes for any sign of understanding. He swept his bangs back against his head and blew a puff of air, feeling the stress of this situation.

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