[h1][b][i][color=ff9cee][center]William Viridian[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXqBXJEfW0A/SScSC7LrmbI/AAAAAAAANpA/LMcSsKujJRg/s400/nick+drake-.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=ff9cee]Location:[/color][/b] X-mansion[/center][hr][color=ff9cee]“I’m okay,”[/color] he mumbled, with a nod. It was too much; he was too exhausted to deal with people. Couldn’t they all just go away? What did they want from him? As soon as they realised he was a freak, he’d be alone, whether he wanted to be or not. That wouldn’t be so bad. Please make it so it wasn’t so bad. 

[i][color=ff9cee]No,[/color][/i] he told himself, hanging his head. Hair draped around him like a thick mourning veil, hiding his scrunched-up face, like another letter he’d failed to write. Unmistakeable iron pangs filled his mouth after biting down on his tongue.[color=ff9cee] [i]Just try, please[/i].[/color] He let out a long, steady breath. He looked up and brushed the hair from his face by running both hands through it.

[color=ff9cee]“I don’t think he noticed,”[/color] he was completely deadpan, though the ghost of a smile suggested he might be trying to joke. Eye contact was uncomfortable, so he only kept it for a few moments. His gaze flitted to his upturned palms, now resting on his knees. [color=ff9cee]“I, uhh… My name is Will. I heal things? I guess.”[/color] It was too tricky to explain in full. He licked his lips with a parched tongue.

[color=ff9cee]“What about you?”[/color]