[Center][h1][u][Color=A52A2A]Bailey Collins[/color][/u][/h1]
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Lounge --- Room

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[Color=A9A9A9] [color=A52A2A][i]Damn.[/i][/color] Bailey rested against the back wall. As he listened to the fear that threaded through the room and while Arthur did his best to quell the bubbling chaos he couldn't dismiss the fact that Cas was correct. He had seen the towering helix and watched Sienna spurt lighting from her fingertips. Who is to say one of them wouldn't go nuclear? [Color=A52A2A][I]At least they know it won't be you.[/i][/color] Bailey's mind scoffed as the adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins had begun to dissipate. Was it emotion that had drew his power out? The sheer excitement at seeing the impossible, possible? 

Bailey's mind set to wrap around this new found power, drowning out the various voices that floated across the room. He pressed his fingertips into the flesh of his palm, [color=A52A2A][I]Nothing.[/i][/color] Just the same as before in the pool. Bailey's eyes danced around the room- if only he could touch someone else- before his settled back on the man from before. The one who's anger still burned in the back of Bailey's skull. 

[Color=A52A2A][I]Best not.[/i][/color]

He folded his arms across his chest, careful to tuck his hands away from the others as a sharp click caught his attention. [/color][B]"I made a thing."[/b] [color=A9A9A9] Someone voiced, a man who Bailey didn't recognize. On the floor below lay a considerable sized object,[/color] [b]"Think I'm going to vomit..."[/b] [color=A9A9A9]Bailey could hear the weariness in his voice as the man folded back onto the wall, his face awash in sweat as he fought the urge. Sienna was quick though, Bailey hadn't even noticed her arrival, as she rushed to the man's rescue; trash can in hand. 

She didn't seemed phased; not by this meeting and certainly not by the thought of impending vomit. A thought that even pur his own stomach on edge. She had tried to talk to him earlier but Bailey had brushed her off. He grimaced as the realization hit him, he had missed the opportunity to ask her more about how she felt at the time. Surely popping off arcs big electricity left some sort of impression, he knew it had on him. 

Overhead the familiar click of the intercom distracted him from his thoughts as a woman's voice poured cheerfully though the speakers. Bailey waited, sucking in a deep breath, as he wondered how'd they smooth over this sudden [i]pop[/i] in powers,[/color] [B]"...you'll be allowed to make a phone call.."[/b]


[Color=A52A2A][I]A phone call?[/i][/color] [color=A9A9A9]His heart stammered in his chest. He had forgotten about the outside world, his friends and family. So caught up in the happenings around him that the very thought of them outside, living, almost felt foreign.

Bailey mumbled an apology as be edged himself out of the lounge, [color=A52A2A][I]What did they tell them?[/i][/color] His mind ran frantic as it explored all the possibilities. A feeling of longing had begun to well up, he missed his life. He missed seeing his phone light up with his mom's name as she rang him at least once a day before he made his way home from university and the way she'd yell at him when he woke up late for class. Bailey's feet couldn't carry him fast enough as he half jogged into his room, wet clothes still pooled in the corner of the room. 

He wet his lips, suddenly nervous, as his hand fidgeted with the televisions remote. Apps lined the screen, brightly colored with the promise of entertainment, but it was the plain one- the one with the jet black camera that stood stark against the white that threw his emotions on overdrive. Clicking it open a small list pooled. [Color=A52A2A]"One call, Bailey. Just one."[/color] He muttered as he pressed select on a name. 

Bright blue eyes were the first thing he notice fill the screen, [color=ADD8E6]"Bailey!"[/color] A voice cried as a sense of relief flushed through him.

[Color=A52A2A]"Hi, mom."[/color]

[Color=ADD8E6]"You look well! Are you well?"[/color] He could feel her concern flood through the t.v screen. A smile pulled at his lips as he rested his hand at the base of his neck.

[Color=A52A2A]"I'm well,"[/color] He laughed as he watched the worry lines that creased her face smoothen, [color=A52A2A]"It's a little weird, being stuck in here, but it's not too terrible."

[I]I want to come home.[/i] [/color]His mind echoed as Bailey's smile faltered a little. 

His mom sighed from the other side, [color=ADD8E6]"I was worried. They told me you were sick and that you needed special attention."[/color]

[Color=A52A2A][i]What? No mention that I'm going to be a super hero? Or at least...one hell of a topical anesthesia?[/i][/color] He mentally joked but Bailey couldn't force himself to voice out loud. It seemed absurd, even to him, and he wasn't sure exactly how much they had let his family know.

[Color=ADD8E6]"Sweetie? You OK?"[/color] Her brows pulled together as she studied his face, [color=ADD8E6]"You're awfully quiet. She was right, Bailey had let the space between then fill with uncomfortable silence as he pondered on what exactly to say to his mother.[/color]

Bailey flashed her a grin, [color=A52A2A]"Yes, mom. Just a little tired. Went for a swim earlier and it must of taken more out of me than I thought."[/color] He chuckled but his mother only frowned in response. 

[Color=ADD8E6]"A swim? I don't understand, Bail, what exactly-"[/color] Her voice began to warp as pixels fragmented the image on the screen.

[Color=A52A2A]"Mom?[/color] Bailey tool a half set towards the television set. His mothers face twitched across the pane, her voice garbled as it burst through the speakers. [Color=A52A2A]"Mom?! Mom! Can you hear me?!" 

[I]No, please.[/i]

"Mom! Tell everyone that I-"[/color] The t.v suddenly went dark a white text appeared.[/color] [i][b]'Signal lost'[/b][/i] [color=A9A9A9] Bailey let out a heavy sigh as he clicked off the television set. [Color=A52A2A]"Tell everyone that I miss them and that I love you."[/color] He finished to the empty screen before him. His heart has sank into his chest, aching as he replayed his brief moments over with his mother. As always, he had wasted what precious time they had. He padded over to his bed, crawling in, Bailey didn't want to think about it anymore. His limbs flooding with fatigue from the days stress. Darkness swirled around the corners of his mind as Bailey felt himself start to slip away. [/color]