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Alice would have much rather gone on talking about his life and family, or really anything other than her “friend”, but it could no longer be avoided. He’d given her enough stalling time with the pizza, for which she was grateful. “Oh, right. Yes, I know.” But which ones to tell him? Surely not all, he would think less of as a freak with each one of them.

It wasn’t necessarily uncommon to have more than one power, but when having one was frowned upon, surely more would be even worse. Lucas may seem cool about it, but in his mind he was probably picturing the ones shown on tv the most. Levitating, reading minds, the pyro and ice stuff… Nothing like hers.

Personally, Alice had never spoken about her powers to anyone except anonymously online, and even then she held back. She wasn’t exactly a conspiracy theorist, but the idea of the government being able to hack into websites for information wasn’t that farfetched to her. But Lucas, telling him a few details wouldn’t hurt anything, surely. Afterall, he thought it was someone else. “She can read emotions,” she finally answered, pouring her coke into the glass. Alice hesitated in going on, watching the fizz go down before pouring more. “It’s called telepathy. Not thoughts, mind you, that’s different, but emotions can tell you a great deal about what a person’s thinking. She can read them, and with a little more effort put her own emotions on others as well. But she never does that, of course. That would be wrong.”

Alice avoided looking at him, moving her glass around while looking into it, the ice clinking around inside. “It takes a lot of work for her to control it, block people out with mental walls and all that. It um…it makes being in crowds exhausting, overwhelming. Makes her look shy when really she’s just trying to hold onto her sanity.” Her heart was aching, and they hadn’t even touched the surface of what she felt every day.
oh ok. I don't mind, I just didn't know.
"This is what we like to call personal space,” Kennedy stated, pushing him back. Here Jasper was attempting to look intimidating and scary in his grease stained white tank and jeans, arms over her head, and all she did was talk about person space. Well so much for that. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh it off or be angry.

Kennedy summed up the last couple hours of their lives, letting him relax by finally admitting Vera’s dad wasn’t upstairs. “Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping aside…Don't worry, I don't bite."

“No biting? I have to say I find that a disappointment,” Jasper grinned, finally standing up straight though he didn’t move out of her way. “Here’s the deal. I need help sneaking out of here, but my things are upstairs. Or maybe Vera will let me get my things and head out…my car’s parked in the back, I’m lucky she didn’t find it yet,” he sighed, taking a step away from her. “You smell incredible, by the way. You got a mate I should be worried about punching my lights out for kidnapping you?” Jasper added, crossing his arms over his chest. “I guess I’ll just go upstairs and talk to Vera. Crap, this is a nightmare…”
I feel like the big picture of this rp has died or something. has Viser disappeared, I believe we're just waiting for the healing right? Or am I seeing wrong and just willing it to go faster than it is lol
Have you ever had trouble connecting with a character, and you struggled to get into "their" mind to make decisions? Like I know what she's doing I just don't know why. I feel like that's been me with claire and I have no idea why, I've never had so much trouble. But I did a little more research and sat and thought a lot more, and finally with this post it clicked. I'm on her level and in her head and I'm so excited. I've been so unhappy with my posts but now I think ill be able to feel so much better lol
“This way, your most royal highness. We continue the tour around your kingdom. Robert, please lead the way.”

Claire was actually warming up to her fiancée, if only for the day. “Finally, someone sees me for what I truly am,” she laughed, taking his arm and following Robert throughout their soon-to-be home. She did think it was funny how the other bedroom already had furniture, but she didn’t comment. Maybe theirs was just that magnificent?

When he mentioned dinner parties Claire visibly pouted, hating the idea of spending her time on such silliness. Unlike most married women who owned a house this large she had a job to do, and an important one at that. Surely parties could be put off for a while. “Wait. You’re joking,” she asked with narrowed eyes, an uncertain grin on her face. “Spirits don’t actually exist! I’ve never seen one, and I don’t believe in things I cannot see, Nicholas, except God himself. You’ll have to either show me one or stop speaking like a child,” she informed him. “Talking about ghosts isn’t a very nice way to introduce me to the estate, you know!”

“The library, I believe is almost as large, but at the moment the book collection of yourself and your father’s is still in York.”

Claire was walking along one of the near windows within the ballroom, admiring the outside view when she heard Robert go on. “Is that where you’re originally from?” she asked, turning back to look at him. “Do you have any family besides your father? Siblings, your mother?”

It was a gorgeous room, the floor looking as if it were just polished that morning. It really would be a grand place to host events. “Nick,” Claire sighed, holding out her hands for him to take as she came back to stand in front of him, “you said you always wanted a simple life. Why are you pushing for this grand, overdone wedding, then?” A wedding, then parties…it was beginning to sound like she would be talking to everyone in England…

Perhaps she could turn this around yet. “When Father says everyone will be there, does he mean all those fancy men in uniforms, too? The higher-ups doing all that work and planning to defend our country and honor in this war?” Yes, play the part of the ignorant woman who only pays attention to titles and flashy clothing. It made her want to gag, but nobody was afraid to part important information to someone who seemed innocent, especially if it gave them their five minutes of fame in front of the ladies. “If we must have this wedding, if we can’t just run off and have the ceremony ourselves, then I do wish to meet all of them. I have so much respect for anyone willing to put their lives on the line for this country, don’t you?” Right. Put their lives out there needlessly, when it wasn’t even their war to fight. Why Britain would get involved in the first place was beyond her, for it had been explained to her that Russia was only trying to expand land for better ports so they could trade. Was that so wrong? And as for the religion aspect of it, as far as she knew Russia was doing what was best for the Ottoman Empire. She hadn’t seen it that way at first, but after multiple conversations she finally saw it the “way things really were”. And Britain was in the wrong for interfering.

“Perhaps after meeting them we could have them over for one of our ballroom parties.” Or if they got to the right people, a private dinner would be even better. “Even they need to relax and forget the troubles of the world,” she commented, slipping her hands away from his and laying them on his chest. This house was helping her forget her own. It was a terrible shame she couldn’t fully enjoy it like a wife should be able to.
“Wow, an SUV? I love it,” she groaned, jumping up into the passenger seat. “Dad keeps saying he’ll go get me something, but I don’t even know if I’ll get what I want. I’m jealous,” she grinned, sliding down to get comfortable.

Riding with Lucas was a bit awkward, but Alice thought that was probably her fault. She didn’t usually hang out with guys alone unless she was dating them, and that hadn’t happened in a while. Being a reader of emotions could make relationships a little complicated.

At any rate, he tried to start and continue conversation and for that she was thankful. When he asked what she thought about a presentation for the project she sighed inwardly, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Actually, let’s talk about this later. I can't think on an empty stomach.”

“What? Dinner is in a few hours, you can’t wait?” she laughed, following him inside. “I’ll just take a coke, if you have any. Or gummy worms, but I doubt you have that,” Alice added, tossing her bag to the side and sitting at the table with a yawn. “I always take a nap when I get home, so no snacks for me.”

Alice looked around, admiring the décor. There was definitely more than her house had. Her dad was the usual bachelor, barely keeping pictures on the walls, much less anything else. “Do your parents work? Oh, and do you have any siblings I should expect to walk through the door?” Alice asked, looking out the window. “You seem nice and all, but I don’t know if I could handle you and a mini you in the same room,” she joked, leaning with her arms over the back of the chair, watching him. Yeah, she was already poking fun, but he seemed the type that could take it.
Alice turned at the sound of his voice, yanking on the cord of her headphones to pull them out of her ears. “Oh, hey,” she smiled, digging into her pocket to turn the music off on her phone. “No problem. Would you believe me if I told you I never get bored?” she grinned, gesturing for him to lead the way to the car.

“I just think it’s a silly concept. There are a thousand things to watch, especially when you’re around people. Have you ever gone to the mall and just people watched? It’s incredibly entertaining, I promise you that,” she went on, walking right at by his side. “Then, even if there isn’t anyone around there are a hundred things to think about. Like what I want to paint next, or what if a dragon lived in that forest,” she said, pointing into the distance with a grin, finally looking at him.

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” she giggled, putting her head down as if embarrassed, though she really could care less what he thought of her. “Whatever. Which car is yours? It better not smell like stinky boys.”
This is random but do you think we'll ever be able to delete pms? I have a lot and I'd love to be able to clear out some convos. Or am I just not seeing the button?
It all happened way too fast. Lucas inviting her over, giving her his number, and finally a name. The bell rang and chairs shuffled against the tile all around her, a few people groaning when they found out the project was due so quickly. If she wanted to get this done, they really did need to meet quickly. Hopefully one meeting would do it.

“Yeah, okay,” Alice nodded, stuffing the number in her jacket. And that wink…why did guys do that, anyway? It was a habit of her father’s too, but she had a feeling it held a very different meaning her dad doing it as a “hello”. To her it was just code for ‘I think I’m hot stuff and can’t leave the room with a simple wave’, but maybe that was her reading into things too much. Alice had a tendency to do that.

“You’re asking for a smack to the back of the head,” she muttered to herself with a grin, gathering her own things and rushing out the door. With a quick look at her schedule Alice went to the next class, glad to see she knew a few of the girls from last year, and had actually seen a couple during the summer. The rest of her classes were the same, and it turned out she didn’t have any otherswith Lucas. Probably a blessing. If she saw him any more than necessary it would only remind her of his cocky attitude. Or at least the one she assumed he had in her head.

Alice waited until the very last class to pull out her phone beneath the desk and text Lucas, and even then she waited ten minutes before sending it. After a full day of school her mental shields were shattered, and if him or his parents caused any trouble it would certainly be hard for her to keep a straight face. Hopefully he would stay as mellow as he had during class. Let’s meet today if u can. don’t have a car. meet me at in front of prking lot? Send. Finally.

Half an hour later, once school had let out and she’d stopped by her locker, Alice showed up with her bag over one shoulder and her still wet jacket in her arms. Thankfully the rain had let up for the time being, but the sun still wasn't shining like she would have liked.
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