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[center][b][h1][u][color=0072bc]Kyle Hishamie[/color][/u][/h1][/b][/center]

[center][i]Following the trials and executions, many involved, like judge Samuel Sewall, publicly confessed error and guilt. On January 14, 1697, the General Court ordered a day of fasting and soul-searching for the tragedy of Salem. In 1702, the court declared the trials unlawful. And in 1711, the colony passed a bill restoring the rights and good names of those accused and granted £600 restitution to their heirs. However, it was not until 1957—more than 250 years later—that Massachusetts formally apologized for the events of 1692.[/i][/center]

[center]Elysia. Kyle believed it was possible that she was similar to himself, in the way that they both would rather keep to themselves. 
 She would seemed to speak through her electronic, yet she bared not a single scar or any type of physical injury to the neck or throat area. Her lips.....Kyle rolled his own eyes, forgetting he was around people when having these thoughts that he kept to himself, AND remembered that he would rather be alone most of the time he himself could not deny that he still was human. Her lips showed no sign of injury either so it was possible, Kyle concluded, that the reason why she used her electronic to speak rather than using her voice was due to a purely personal reasons. Maybe she didn't like people either? Kyle sighed to himself. Kyle reminded himself mentally not everyone is like him. He was curious as to what she was drawing though. Since she was sitting next to him would it be rude to peer?

 Val. Kyle almost dismissed her right away due to her origin. The clear and distinct Russian traits that shined brightly like a diamond that is her face we're almost a sight that made Kyle turn. It isn't as if there really truly was a specific reason for Kyle to wish to get away from the Russian as soon as possible, Kyle had previous encounters with the Russians during his time in the army. True battle and Hell was not unfamiliar to Kyle and more than once it was the face of a Russian that had been attempting to send Kyle to true Hell. Kyle knew that individuals we're not to be hated for their country mans actions, especially military ones when she was just a civilian. As was himself now, Kyle had to remind himself mentally. He could not shake the feeling of distrusts though. She simply....seemed too....well she was a giant freaking puppy and there was no way, in Kyles mind, that an athletic Russian wasn't up to something. Kyle made a mental note that he would need to make mental notes on her activity and jog them down later. Even better, Kyle believed if he truly meant it when hen decided he wanted to try being social again even if it was just a little then the answer was obvious. He needed to workout and she most definitely did. A good workout together would show her true colors. Or at least show him the kind of person Val was hiding. Much harder to pretend while trying to hold something heavy or out of breath With workout equipment or during a long run.

 Kalama. Rowan. Sweet as sugar.....and sweet as a grape. Kalama was just so simply full of energy and enthusiasm that Kyle refused to have an opinion of her. In the nicest way possible. He simply thought that he should wait to learn more about her, at a later time. After all he wasn't psychic or anything. Kyle used his right index finger and thumb to rub the base of his nose, a type of tell or tick he had. It wasn't anything serious. Just something he ended up doing by seeing another do so. Rowan was....nice as well. It was clear through a toned body, specific muscles that were more worked out than others, and just overall posture and swagger that he had military training. If he had to guess....He would guess first Navy, then Marine if wrong. Kyle could also see Rowan was like him in a way, in the way that meant he had seen or done something he would rather not have. Obviously he wouldn't know what until he asked.....but Kyle didn't truly care one way or another. The way his niceness was on display clearly meant they coped in different ways, Kyle prayed they wouldn't be roommates. Kyle then realized he had not been to his dorm yet, since it was only that he had to move out of his apartment by today. Kyle believed saving money was important since he didn't have a job. 

 Caleb. Seemed like a fighter. Kind of like a douche. But not an overall horrible man. Kyle has met plenty of self made men who act exactly like Caleb, and Kyle could appreciate anyone who took their life in the direction they themselves wanted. Again, this person seemed like if Kyle was ever in the mood to spar Caleb would be a perfect sparring partner. Kyle hated fighting with a passion but even he had to admit that hitting something could feel good on occasion. 

 Kyle squeezed his right fist closed, jolting Kyle out of his own thoughts. So far everyone had been friendly in their own way and  it also seemed like everyone had been wanting to stay a group. Kyle could feel the pull beneath his very ribs, the allure of these people and what this group could mean for him and what it would represent. NO! This also felt very wrong to Kyle, the pull and the allure, the easiness that came to be to simply meld with the group. He had not felt an urge to be in a group like this for a long time, and he refused to believe that this was something natural. The weird dreams, the strange headache, this magical yet indescribable sensation he felt disturbed Kyle greatly. They were classmates sure, but they weren't the entire class and they all were very different from each other. It truly was unnatural. Suddenly without a sound Kyle right nostril let out a single bead of blood that spilled down to his upper lip but did not drip. Kyle felt incredibly pissed off, at himself, at the group, at anything really. His body tensed up and his face showed clear  unpleasant discomfort, and as he spoke now to the whole group Kyle kept his hands on the top of his knees. [color=00aeef]I'm going to take a moment to speak. Sorry for interrupting, but doesn't anyone else here question this? Isn't anyone else here concerned, or alarmed, that complete strangers just happen to..[/color]. Kyle stopped midsentence, there was a pain behind his right eye again and his left eye, and he finally noticed his nose. Kyle quickly used a napkin to wipe his nose, somewhat embarrassed but holding steadfast to his opinion. His head felt like a warm oven but Kyle persevered.

  With his sudden burst of anger now passing and exiting his body, a flood of contempt with himself replaced what he had been feeling. It isn't as if he had suddenly yelled or made a scene, but speaking up so suddenly and in a loud enough voice to be heard by all was something unfamiliar to Kyle. Little did he know however he had used his power to Suggest the feelings of concern or alarm to appear in those who heard him. Or at least those within his range and who could be affected. After a few silent moments and a swig of water Kyle continued.

 [color=0072bc]I'm sorry if I startled anyone, it's just.......well......look I know we all just met but.....well...[/color], Kyle sighed already over his inability to speak socially, [color=0072bc]Look...I've been having dreams I can barely remember. I..I have had this weird knot in my chest..since basically class started. I am a man of logic and reason and weird shi...stuff keeps happening. So at this point, I am willing to believe...that...at least..at least one of you guys have been experiencing something similar. Please tell me I am crazy. [/color]

Kyles could almost believe there was a legit oven that had been yeeted into his skull at this point. The only reason Kyle could sit upright at the moment was due to his sheer military powered will and the fact that he kept insulting himself mentally to keep himself from showing too much pain on his face. He truly believed that this group had done nothing wrong but it was time to get to the bottom of this. Kyle believed with all his heart something weird was happening, but if he was wrong and was dismissed from the group as he deserved he could simply leave and act like it never happened. Kyle settled his thoughts and finished speaking, curious as to what was going to happen next.[/center]