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Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

The room was wonderful to say the least. Unlike her room back home, the dorm was spacious and colorful. Rich, wooded floors replaced her memory of shaggy carpets, and sunny wall stood out among her memory beside chipped, white panels. The small house on the bayou was now a thing of the past, here, P.K stood and drank in the warm air, feeling her skin literally glow with excitement. Her roommate had yet to appear, sadly, but perhaps that gave Phoebe a chance to claim the favorable bed. She quickly settled on the one against the wall, allowing her hat and carry on to drop to the floor dramatically before laying back with an audible sigh of relief.

Phoebe let her mind wander, body simply relaxing as she was allowed some time to recuperate after the long journey Images of swirling lights and moonless nights appeared in her head. Thick greenery, smelling of swamp flowers and summer wind. Home. Was she already feeling home sick? Sure, she knew it would come on eventually but right as she settled in? A smile formed at her own weak-will, but her eyes remained shut and her body remained dormant as the fireflies continued to swirl through her head. Memories of warm smiles and brown skin and thick accents faded, no need for them right now. Phoebe knew not to dwindle on the past, as her future was finally in her grasp. No, she had to look forward to classes, and new friends, and new enemies. Of no more lonely lunch times and acceptance.

and of control

The thought made her open her eyes, and without much resistance her arm rose, reaching for the light fixture above the bed. The bulb, gleaming white-yellow for a moment, flickered as light was forcefully drawn away from the core. It streamed towards her finger tips like dust, feeling warm against her skin, and as she swirled the light around it began to shift. Sharpen and bend without her will. She attempted to control it, clenched her fist to give it physical form and stop it from twisting out of control, but instead it swirled into a mess of colors and sharp edges, and then it vanished with a flash. P.K shut her eyes tightly, after images dotting her eyelids for a mere moment, and then she sat up with a sigh, blonde curls surrounding her pouting face in a messy manner.

And again, she tried. She straightened her position and held her hands up at the fixture, letting the light flicker and then trail down to her finger tips. Warmth filled her, and with a face of pure concentration she let the glow form spirals in the air before her. Gently, gently. She bent the light and it vanished for a moment, then reappeared, and she did the same over the blaring light bulb above and the room was swallowed by shadows for a moment before her hands clenched and the energy once again flashed into oblivion. Frustration set in, then confusion, then a wish to get up and out.

i cant breath

Whatever she had done wrong was definitely taking its toll, and with a distant look in her eye she rose from the bed, grabbing only her room key and her sunhat before exiting the dorm. P.K felt her messy curls bounce with each quick step she took, but she was much too focused on her burning hand to care. It felt like she had shoved it into a fire, yet there were no sign of burns or red flesh. No, just uncomfortable warmth, and it had begun to travel up her arm, towards her torso to her brain... The sensation made her feel some what queasy, like her chest was full of cotton and her head was buzzing was electricity. She rushed forward, chest slowly beginning to heave as she felt her body beg for fresh air, and she pushed passed people with only small murmurs of 'sorry' to apologize for her rude rushing. And then she was barreling right into a slightly taller, white male.

"Je-sus!" She unknowingly cried out, falling onto her backside. P.K sucked in a deep breath, heaving out a forced sigh, and this continued until she was able to realize the situation and what exactly happened. Her golden eyes turned up to the boy, eyebrows quickly upturning into an apologetic stare,

"O God, I'm so sorry!" She rose with slight difficulty, clutching her burning hand behind her back as she met the boy's eyes, "didn't hurt ya, did I?"

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Y'all are speedsters huh

I'll uh get a post up sometime today

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Sorry Prince I'll be responding real soon

Meanwhile I've got a concert to prepare for and some v interesting posts to read it seem 0:

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

The ride to the school was less exciting than first thought. The vehicle wasn't like any school bus she had seen before; it was massive and felt more like a luxury limo one would rent out for a Quinceanera or wedding. The tinted windows made it hard to view outside, and since the inside of the bus was slightly dark then outside she visibly glowed slightly, hopefully not enough to annoy any of the other kids. With no one to talk to and nothing to look at, Phoebe felt the pit in her stomach increase, and as a sense of anxious nausea set in she turned her attention to the screen above, watching the slide show with misty eyes.

Arriving was the most exciting part of the trip. Or, perhaps it was the three security checks. Those could surely get the blood pumping. She had sat in silence as the air would buzz lightly with conversation briefly and then fall into the comfortable, heavy quietness once more. Phoebe had wondered briefly what those security checks were for, why they had to be so careful, but it passed quickly as she let herself fall deeply into the plush seat, eyes heavy with boredom and exhaustion. By the time they were let off the bus she was just barely awake, and as she entered the warm summer sunlight and felt the heat dig deeply into her dark skin P.K could imagine just falling asleep right there. But no, they were all quickly escorted into another grand-looking area. The assembly hall to be exact.

P.K found a seat quickly, next to some odd, blue-skinned girl. Her attempted conversation fell on deaf ears, the girl obviously not wanting to partake in any sort of conversation. Slightly flustered, Phoebe turned her attention to the front of the room were an impressive-looking yet portly man stood. He introduced himself as the founder of the school, and from that P.K assumed him to be the headmaster. Her eyes once again drooped with boredom, and she felt her hands rub over the woven sun hat in her hands countless times. She drew invisible circles in the rough material, and once she grew tired of that she drew real circles in the air in front of her. Small, hopefully unnoticed glowing spheres formed at her finger tips. The sunlight pouring through the lovely windows was enough to keep her entertained and full of energy, it seemed, and as the speech droned on she created spirals and stars that eventually faded as she lost concentration.

Soon, the speaker was through, and the crowd of students that had accumulated all rose in one swoop, chattering suddenly filling the hall. People poured around her chair, and in an effort to not get stepped on she rose her knees to her chest and simply waited for the mass of people to dissipate. Waiting was what she did best, after all. And so she sat and watched the colorful collection of classmates wander by, most excited to get down to business while others let their obvious boredom shine clear as day on their faces. It was amusing to say the least, seeing all these mutants in one place. People like her, who wouldn't judge her for being gifted with powers, but would probably still judge her for everything else. Teens were teens in the end.

Eventually, Phoebe rose, white dress shifting gently as she strode towards the less busy reception counter. Instantly, a pretty, blonde lady caught her attention, and the sudden feeling of being... Invaded? Peeked on? Filled P.K's chest. She stood in silence for a moment as the young lady looked her up and down, and then smiled.

"Phoebe Rios! Welcome to Portwood!"

must be a well read lady knew my name instantly

"Oh, hi. Yeah, that's me." She bowed her head in thanks at the welcome, smiling sheepishly. The woman nodded back, a smile of kindness return P.K's flustered one, and then with a bubbly voice she continued on.

"You'll be dorming with Miss Yanna Torres in room two-twenty-one. I'm sure the two of you will get along swimmingly." A ditzy laugh spilled from the woman's painted lips, and Phoebe chuckled back, left hand tightening around her sunhat once more. Right, roommate. She had honestly forgotten about that issue. Or... Was it a blessing? Phoebe felt her mind whir with fears and excitement, and after a final nod and 'thank you' towards the kind, blonde lady she turned, eyes scanning the emptying assembly hall once more.

who knows this Yanna chick could still be around who knows who knows

But she didn't have anyway to figure out who her roommate was right now. Meeting them in the dorm would be her best bet at having a regular, casual conversation. She nodded one last time to herself, gnawing on her lip nervously as she turned and started a slow trek out of the hall, blonde hair bouncing with each step she took.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

INNI WE GOT DORMED TOGETHER IM LAUGHGJING ������

@LetterA

AAY <3 party every night lets hustle bae

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

P.K had realized during her first year of high school that she wasn't very good at starting conversations. Countless days eating in a bathroom stall, or simply cowering in a corner as children wandered, searching for a project partner, had broken or ability to speak up. A simple "hello" was like digging through an open wound, searching for the bullet that could potentially lead to her fatal demise. Yes, Phoebe Kate was terrible at making friends. Though she smiled and nodded as the other teens gathered at the "bus stop", she had yet to speak her mind. No, she smiled, clear as day, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and her hands fiddled with the hem of her white sundress. This was good for now. She could live with no one talking to her, it wasn't that big of a deal. Melting into the background, being just another nice face to see for a moment was enough.

Or... Was it?

Again, images of lonely lunches and forgotten dates filed her mind. P.K didn't want to become a wallflower again. Sure, it would be hard to stand out when you're going to a school that welcomes snake-hair-people, but Phoebe was special too. She literally glows, who could miss a walking sun? The thought briefly made her giggle, a bubbly sound that could barely be heard through the chattering group of teens, and with a slight confidence boost she let her eyes fall, smile becoming slightly less fake. Later, she'll make some conversation later.

Right now... Phoebe just wanted to enjoy the serenity of the nature around them. From beneath her wide, white sun hat she couldn't see the sky, but her mind excitedly imagined it being the most perfect azure color, and below her feet damp grass curled, soaking the bottoms of her too-tight sandals. Birds and wind sang, and leaves rustled in the late-summer wind. If not for the absence of Spanish moss and water, Phoebe might have believed this to be the bayou back home. Calm, rural, and full of life.

The clambering of the surrounding crowd soon entered her mind again. Some wondering when the bus would come, some simply getting to know each other. It all became white noise eventually, just like her old school. She never did care for listening, nor talking. Perhaps she never really cared for life in general.

cool it mizz sad-sack no need to get so grouchy

Phoebe felt her mind whisper, and she bit her lip, forcing forward another smile. Hopefully the bus would arrive soon, she couldn't be stuck with her own mind for much longer now. And, hey, maybe she'll even get to sit next to someone. That could spur some kind of interaction without too much hassle. The positive thought let her raise her head, blonde hair shuffling slightly under her hat, and she let her fist tighten and loosen around the handle of her suitcase. Right, she'll have many other chances to introduce herself once this show gets on the road. Room mates, classmates, billions of opportunities suddenly became clear as day within her head, fantasy settings where she'll accidentally bump into the love of her life while searching for her homeroom, or perhaps walk into a weird club full of future best friends. Life would be much better here, away from the Hell of her old school.

"No need to worry, hun. No need." She muttered to herself, nose crinkling as she took a deep, clear breath of air, sighing loudly. Her golden eyes wandered down the road, awaiting the bus that would lead her to a better life.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Will get a post done in a few

edit:
much shorter than i usually make my first posts but im still beat from the bus ride. 0;

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Probably gonna be a bit outta the loop before I post. I'll imagine Phoebe's just kinda napping in the corner

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Sorry also I'm on my music trip no time for typing

But I can fill out World's character thingy

Scent - P.K is in love with all things citrusy. Orange-scented hand lotion, grapefruit shampoo, if it has a strong, fruity smell she'll probably own it. She also has an orange-vanilla body spray she'll use from time to time. Other then beauty products, Phoebe smells like nature, dirt, and water. She's loves to explore and frolic, after all.

Voice - Phoebe's voice is rich and almost always cheerful/sarcastic. Growing up in New Orleans, right on the edge if the Bayou, she was gifted with a Cajun accent. Though light, it can be heard fully when she is mad or confused. She also speaks rather quickly, and can sound rather boyish at times.

Body - Surprisingly, she is a rather still individual. P.K moves like a ghost, with light steps, and she barely fidgets unless nervous. Her fidgeting includes: Tapping her fingers, chewing on long strands of hair, and mumbling calming phrases.

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Wildchild" Vagabond

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Wildchild's eyebrows rose at the smaller boy's obvious happiness, a smile parting his chapped, bruised lips. This damn kid was cute, most definitely a chick magnet, dammit! He stood back slightly, hands poised in the traditional "spotter" position, and watched with instant amusement and surprise as the kid clambered up like a monkey. He grimaced, feeling slightly embarrassed that he couldn't do half of what this kid was showing off, but quickly returned to a poker face when the other Scully began speaking again.

He nodded at the way the smaller boy climbed, taking note of which branches to grab on to and which to ignore, and after a silent second of thought he nodded. How hard could it be? A smile threatened to meet his lips again, but it faded to a frown when he heard Babyface's confirmation for his ascension. Instantly a cold wave of anxiety claimed his suave stance and he stiffened, staring up with uncertainty. The light-haired boy's idea of laying down some leaves let him release a small chuckle, but it was stilted and harsh.

"I-I'm sure I'll be fine without them. Yeah, mmmmmhmmmm...." He closed the small distance between him and the tree, running his fingers against the rough bark. His mind was telling him to simply turn and say he couldn't do it, but... This kid didn't know him. This kid probably thought he was cool as shit, and nice and suave to boot.

can't let this mask fall too

He jumped up, bruised hands clutching at the rough bark, and in the same fashion he saw when watching the other Scully climb, he shimmied up the log. By the time he had reached where the other Scully sat he was somewhat panicky, face flushed and shoulders rising with excitement. He managed to snag his foot onto a small, somewhat flimsy branch, and as he shifted his weight to and fro, perfecting some kind of balance, he rose one of his arms, teeth clenched but obviously asking for a helping hand up to where his friend sat.