[center][b]Criston[/b] - Party[/center]

Criston sighed, putting the remote down after turning off the TV. He sat up and looked around the room, his eyes narrowed.

[i]That's weird...[/i]

He pulled his hand up and felt the air around him. Surely enough... Static in the air. 

[i]Hm? What's causing this? Is Mom around?[/i] He glanced around, looking for his mother, his eyes fluttering from one corner of the room to the next. It was then that he noticed a small frail looking girl walking around the crowd. As she walked by, people pulled away from her as if she'd pinched them but she'd done nothing of the sort. He blinked, trying to assess the situation.

[i]Is she...?[/i] 

He got up, still staring at her and walked over, pushing people out of his way as he did. Once up close to her, he let his hand fall on her shoulder. His eyes grew wide as a surge of electrical energy. It entered his body, making his hair stand on it's ends. His eyes narrowed and he grabbed her shoulder, pulling her with him.

[b]"Come with me."[/b] He told her and pulled her to the balcony. Once there, he turned her and kept his hand on her shoulder, his other hand raised toward the moon. He closed his eyes and channeled the electricity through his body and then let it shoot through his finger tips. Lightning shot from his finger tips toward the sky, causing a large thunder cloud to form over head. Once done, he opened his eyes and glared at the storm cloud and then down at the girl. [b]"Come on..."[/b] He told her again and pulled her back into the room, taking her down the stairs away from the crowd of people.

[b]"Why are you charged like a power box? You could have killed someone."[/b] He asked, his voice gruff and hard. [b]"I couldn't even get it all without hurting someone."[/b] He continued, looking down the hallway and then back at the girl. [b]"Who are you, anyway?"[/b] He asked, curious.