Posted, and waiting for Casper to prove a lot of gym class stereotypes veeeeeery wrong.
Haha xD, it will be biblical!
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Haha xD, it will be biblical!
School had started on a rather sour note. It was hard to place exactly how bad it was. Casper had acquired...three friends? Greg, Mason and...Zach was his name, wasn't it? Also, there was Casper's roommate, though the two of them hadn't spoken much at all. Maybe they would get a chance to do so now that school begins. Casper kept his eyes on the floor was he walked, his usual clothes changed into a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt, revealing his scrawny limbs beneath. He had always hated PE class but for drastically different reasons than his current fears.
Understandably, Casper was always the last pick and always the one knocked down to the floor in whatever sport the group had the play. He was always the 'handicap' a team would have to play with and was treated as such. Casper hadn't been physically adept at all throughout his entire life, up until this point. What would happen now, exactly? The boy had no control over his powers and rather than being afraid of being hurt, he was afraid of hurting others. That incident in the cafeteria had swung back and forth and a lot of people had talked about it. In fact the boy notice a few stares on his way to class. Some of them were looks of disbelief and others were grins.
Hopefully that bully wasn't in Casper's class. That would suck majorly. Speaking of things that suck, would the group have to shower in a public bathroom or were they allowed to head back to their dorms and do so? He didn't quite know where this would go and given how his stay at the academy had started, he wasn't looking forward to it. Needless to say, Casper looked his typical, pale self. It was only more visible now that jeans didn't cover his legs and a sweater didn't cover his arms. One could almost say that he looked sickly but others would probably state that he just barely passes above that limit.
'Oh...that's Mason.' It would appear that Mason was first in line. As soon as Casper jumped out of bed, he had slipped into his clothes without even looking over to see if his roommate had woken yet. Casper's sleeping habits could be better, after all. He had woken rather early but stayed in bed until it was time to leave. This was it, the first lesson at his new school. 'Please, don't mess up, Casper...not now, not in PE class...' Probably the most feared and hated class in the country, probably the world, PE was what would introduce the new school year. Was that saying something? Hopefully not.
"Hello, Mason..." Casper spoke quietly as he approached the other boy and looked up with a soft smile before dropping his eyes back down to the ground. "Nice to see you again..." The smaller boy continued, rubbing his forearm with insecurity. If he could just up and run away, he would. There were only two people by the class room right now, maybe Casper could slip away without anyone else noticing? No...he couldn't do that. He was going to have PE more than once this year, he couldn't keep skipping out on it all the time. "D-did you sleep well...?" He finished, trying to create some small talk to perhaps get his mind off the fears.
Understandably, Casper was always the last pick and always the one knocked down to the floor in whatever sport the group had the play. He was always the 'handicap' a team would have to play with and was treated as such. Casper hadn't been physically adept at all throughout his entire life, up until this point. What would happen now, exactly? The boy had no control over his powers and rather than being afraid of being hurt, he was afraid of hurting others. That incident in the cafeteria had swung back and forth and a lot of people had talked about it. In fact the boy notice a few stares on his way to class. Some of them were looks of disbelief and others were grins.
Hopefully that bully wasn't in Casper's class. That would suck majorly. Speaking of things that suck, would the group have to shower in a public bathroom or were they allowed to head back to their dorms and do so? He didn't quite know where this would go and given how his stay at the academy had started, he wasn't looking forward to it. Needless to say, Casper looked his typical, pale self. It was only more visible now that jeans didn't cover his legs and a sweater didn't cover his arms. One could almost say that he looked sickly but others would probably state that he just barely passes above that limit.
'Oh...that's Mason.' It would appear that Mason was first in line. As soon as Casper jumped out of bed, he had slipped into his clothes without even looking over to see if his roommate had woken yet. Casper's sleeping habits could be better, after all. He had woken rather early but stayed in bed until it was time to leave. This was it, the first lesson at his new school. 'Please, don't mess up, Casper...not now, not in PE class...' Probably the most feared and hated class in the country, probably the world, PE was what would introduce the new school year. Was that saying something? Hopefully not.
"Hello, Mason..." Casper spoke quietly as he approached the other boy and looked up with a soft smile before dropping his eyes back down to the ground. "Nice to see you again..." The smaller boy continued, rubbing his forearm with insecurity. If he could just up and run away, he would. There were only two people by the class room right now, maybe Casper could slip away without anyone else noticing? No...he couldn't do that. He was going to have PE more than once this year, he couldn't keep skipping out on it all the time. "D-did you sleep well...?" He finished, trying to create some small talk to perhaps get his mind off the fears.
I'll have a reply up when I get home today.
Mason Crawford, Zachariah Bale & Casper Vaile
Mason heard a faint buzzing sound, and looked at Casper for a second. He raised an eyebrow, about to voice his confusion, before a voice interrupted him and made him jump.
"H͟e͟y.̧ Àss̵h͡ole͞s." the voice crackled. "F̕úc͠k͞ yơu ḑòin͏g͝ w҉ith̡ m̨y b͞o̸dy?̵"
Before them stood - or rather, hovered - a bizarre entity, floating a few feet above the ground. Its body fizzed and thrummed with electricity around a blank human form. His body? Mason thought, glancing back at the unconcious Zach lying on the bed.
"Switch..?" Mason asked, cautiously.
"Wh̢o̷ ̴e̵l̛se̛?̷" The specter replied, ͜"̡I ̛m͢e͠àn҉ fo͏r ͟rea͟l͜,̀ w̡ḩo͏ ͠e̸l̨s͘e ͞w҉o͜uld͝ ͏it ̴be?"
With Casper's attention on the form laying before him, he would never have expected a third person, or rather entity enter the room. Spinning around to meet the specter, the boy would almost have a heart attack from the frightning sight and stumbled back towards the bed, accidently pushing it a distance. "S-sorry...!" He managed, now having fallen to his behind. "W-wait...You're...?" This electrical being owned the body placed on the bed?
"̷W͜ha̵t ͡th͜e̸ f̀u͞c̷k҉ ͟is ̸i͜t ҉w̨ith ̛y͢ou ̛p̵e̶o̵p͞le͏ a͏nd͘ ͝fa҉ll̴in͟g ̴on ͜yo̷ur͜ a̧s̴s͡e̵s a̷ll͢ ̸thé time̢.̕"͢
"Y-you...scared me..." Casper gulped, still on the floor as he looked between the specter and Mason.
"̷D͜u̸d̶ę, c̡'̨m͟on̨.̴ M͜a̸n͘ u͘p.͡"
As the situation began to sink in, Mason became relieved that Zach was OK; at least in some ghostly capacity, that was. He figured it had something to do with the guy's power. "You freaked us out, dude," Mason said, trying to explain away the fact that he and Casper had removed his unconcious body from a locked bathroom and placed it on a bed. "You looked, well... Y'know..." he said, shooting another look towards the comatosed body. "...Distinctly 'Not OK'."
"͏Nah͏, t̡h̴at'̢s̡ ͠ju̷st̵ how it̕ w̕o͞rk̀s."̨ Zach replied, shrugging, "̧C̸a̴n't ͠ţàk̀e mý ̀b̸o̸dy ̛wíth͠ mé ̷w͡h̵e̸n̷ I̴ g͜hos҉t͝."̶
Given the fact that Zach had been in a fight and was called 'freak', his feelings were surely hurt. There was no telling to what extent. Casper didn't know Zach and he couldn't measure his mental stability in any way. Given his situation and then being bullied for it in the cafeteria, it was only logical to assume the worst when finding him unconcious. "S-sorry...we...we didn't mean to overstep...I'll just..." The boy stood, now feeling awkward beyond measure. "I can leave..."
"Na̕h ̶m͠an ͞i̸t̡'̴s̶ ̡coơl."̡ Zach said, floating past the two and hovering over his body. "T͠hank̕s ͜fo͞ŕ ͏l̵ày̸i̶ng ̡me̢ ͢ǫut̢ ̧li̛k̡e fr͢i̧g͟gin ̵Sn̷ów͏ ̸Ẃh̷ite̷ tho̢ugh͜.͝" He floated in place for a bit, repositioning himself into an identical manner as his organic body. He paused for a moment, then allowed himself to drop down and merge. As the process carried on for all of a few seconds, a few stray sparks hit the bed's comforter. Causing a small fire or two. As the meat-Zach regain consciousness, he pat down the fires. Then he groaned, raising a hand to his eyes.
"'Un uth ya... gah in the 'athrun, get the eye drahs in 'y hoodie 'ocket..."
Understanding this young man was a challange in and of itself. Casper did however catch that he needed his eye drops as they were called. Without saying another word, the boy walked into the bathroom to retrieve them. Since he felt like he didn't quite belong as it was, he could at least making himself a little useful.
"Here you go..." Casper spoke silently as he handed the item of relevance to Zach.
Zach took the eye drops and promptly raised the little bottle above his face, squeezing two drops into each swollen eyeball. He shut them for a bit, then reared back on the slightly scorched bed a bit. "Ah..." He said, "Thanks, 'an. Eyes kinda suck." He crossed his legs and rested his hands underneath his head, pausing for a moment. "A'ight, q'estion. Hah'd ya get inta the 'athroon? I locked it."
Turning to look at Mason, Casper was also very eager for an explanation. They had been too caught up in getting to Zach for Mason to have informed the younger boy of its specifics.
Mason had been sitting quietly, weighing up the situation in his head. He masked a wince by scratching his forehead when that question was asked. If Mason's power was good for anything, it was stealth and acts of espionage; he certainly didn't feel like revealing all his tricks this early on. He shot a brief glance at Casper that said everything he needed to: Roll with me.
"We called the medical ward, 'cause we were worried." Mason knew that good lies were always grounded in some element of truth. "They put us through to the janitor and he explained over the phone how to open up the door. Y'know, for emergencies and such." he said, in a tone he thought was convincing.
"Really?" Zach replied, glaring at Mason. He snickered a bit and said, "I call 'ullshit."
"I...I'm just...happy you're okay..." Casper looked down, unable to meet Zach's eyes, or Mason's for that matter. Why were they lying? What could Mason possibly gain from keeping his power a secret at this place? Even if he really wanted to, it was going to come out at some point. Well, either way, it wasn't Casper's call to make. "M-my..." The boy began, sighing internally. "My strength...made it easy to make a gap between the doorframe and...the...door...that gap allowed us to move the lock w-without...damaging the door...according t-to the...janitor..." What the hell was he going on about? Well, whatever. He had gone this far. "I-is it really...important...?"
"Nah." Zach replied, turning his head back up towards the cieling. "Dun gotta ex'lain, I'n on ta ya. Doesn't take a genius."
Mason sighed in defeat. Zach might've sounded mentally stunted, but... The guy was very much switched on, if you'll pardon the pun. "Alright, alright," he groaned. "I didn't wanna come here on my first day and be the one who shows off his party trick." he said, trying to think of an excuse that wasn't simply 'because that would make spying difficult'. He rubbed the back of his neck, "People can be suspicious of my power. And rightfully so. But that didn't strike me as the best way to get my foot in the door and make new friends, y'know?" he explained.
"Ya gunna cut the shit an' just tell 'e already er not?" Was Zach's reply.
Without speaking, Mason walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Zach might have thought he was throwing some kind of dramatic tantrum, especially as he heard the rattling and scrambling of Mason climbing atop the toilet, putting one foot on the sink and then reaching forward towards the mirror. "Damn things always gotta be in the least convenient places...", he muttered under his breath.
Within a few seconds, the tall standing mirror beside the bed began to ripple like disturbed water, and Mason swiftly emerged from the reflective and well-polished surface. "Ta-da," he said in a mocking tone.
"Heh." Zach replied, looking up at Mason. "Neat."
Mason disregarded the comment. "I'd, uh... Appreciate it if we kept this on the down-low for now." he said, to Casper as much as he was to Zach.
"S-sure..." Casper nodded in response. It wasn't like anyone would ask him either way. "I...I should return to my room...still haven't met my own roommate...heh." The boy continued, offering the two a soft, albiet rather forced smile.
"'Eah." Zach replied, sitting up and detaching himself from the bed, heading towards the bathroom. "See ya."
"L-let me just..." Casper moved closer to the bed and pulled it back into position. He couldn't just leave a mess behind. "Bye...it was really nice meeting you again...u-under better circumstances..." The boy nodded at Mason who was still in the room before he moved to he the door and into the corridor. With one final wave, the boy would then dissapear into the corridor and back into his own room.
Collab between TheWizardLizard and Shard
Bringing him out of his thoughts, Casper turned towards the voice, his mind startled from the sudden outburst. "S-sorry...I didn't...I didn't know I knocked so loud..." There he probably went again. This time he didn't even notice, but at the very least he hadn't broken anything...not yet. "I'm still...getting used to it..." Casper sighed slightly as his eyes dropped down to the floor again. "M-my powers..." He looked up for but a second to meet the other boy's face and was immidiatly hit by a wave of nausea. He quickly brought his hand up to his chest and looked away. 'What was that!? Did he use something on me...? Am I just losing my mind? Damn, I'm falling apart...' Swallowing his insecurities, Casper spoke once more. "S-sorry to...to have bothered you..."
Greg recoiled, bringing his hands up over his eyes. His glasses. His glasses were in the room. where he'd left them. He leaned back against the wall, still covering his face and staring down at the ground. "No, no, not the knocking. You're loud... loud in here..." Greg pressed his hands against his temples to demonstrate. "Like screaming. You... you hurt... he was a very... he deserved... you did well. You don't need to be screaming, in here, where I can hear you."
"You can...hear me...?" What did he mean by that? Well, it was obvious, wasn't it? Just like Casper, Greg was a mutant and from the sound of it, he could understand or rather...'sense' emotions? Thoughts? Casper didn't quite understand it, he had never met anyone with a similar power before. "H-how...how can I just...?" The boy brought his hand up to his forehead and clenched his teeth. He couldn't just turn his worry off, he couldn't just turn the anxiety off. Leaning against the wall, Casper slid to the floor and hid his face in his hands. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...to be so..." He spoke lower now. "...loud."
"No, no, it's not your fault. Everyone's... loud, sometimes, that's just how it's supposed to be. It's me. I'm not supposed to hear it, but I do." Greg slid to the floor opposite the boy, practically mirroring him in how he shielded his face. He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke. "You know, Casper, it's not really... it's none of my... it isn't by place to say, but, from what I've seen of you... if someone had to have your, um..." The word 'curse' formed on his lips, but he choked it back. "Thing, I think it's a good thing that it was you. And not somebody else."
Despite a serious lack of self confidence, Casper did understand what Greg was saying. It was better that Casper got his power, rather than the guy in the cafeteria or anyone else like him. That was true...even Casper could admit that, but now that he was seeing Greg...he was starting to see things from a...different point of view. "You...you can't control your...'thing'...either?" Greg's powers seemed to be a lot less forgiving towards himself and it made Casper almost feel lucky not to be in his shoes. There was always someone who had it worse, wasn't there? "Th-thank you...though. It was...Greg, right?"
"Yeah. Greg. And no, I can't control it. None of it. Not just the mind-reading, either, I can't stop my brain from attacking people. Like it just... hates them, or maybe they hate it. Apparently, this sort of thing is... rare, even among psychics, which aren't exactly common. That's a good thing, I think. Shouldn't be any more of me running around." Greg rolled his shoulder slightly and felt it twinge. It wasn't injured, not anymore, but sometimes it still gave him reminders of his bad day. Good. He shouldn't forget. "Are you religious, Casper?"
"I..." Casper revealed his face again from behind his hands, rubbing his eyes softly before he moved some hair from covering his sight. He didn't look up at Greg again, but rather kept his eyes on the other boy's legs. "I don't...really see why anyone would...hate you." He shook his head. "You...you seem like a really good person..." For never being able to control his powers, Greg had maintained a stable enough position. A weaker person would have started hating everything and everyone by this point...being able to hear everyone's thoughts. "Y-you're probably...really strong..." Casper raised his eyes slightly, but still not enough to meet Greg's. "Having...to deal with all of that all the time...you're...you're really strong...keeping it together..."
As the conversation shifted towards religion and spirituality, all Casper could do was to shake his head. "No...are you?"
In spite of himself, Greg chuckled a little bit at that. "Casper, your stomach's turning just from being, just because I'm here. That's a... it's a decent reason to hate, people. And you're wrong, you know. I... thank you, but you're wrong. I'm not good. Not yet."
Greg waved the question of religion away. "I am, yeah, sort of. Not, like, a fanatic, but it's sort of, like, it's important to me. I just... nevermind."
The boy rested his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
"Well..." Casper began, hugging his knees carefully, not to hurt himself. "I...I don't hate you..." He continued, a soft smile forming along his lips. "I don't really know you but...I...I wouldn't mind...uhm..." He had never really had this conversation with anyone else before, it felt rather odd. The friends he had, they had come up to him and pulled him along. This time he was making 'the first move'. "I wouldn't mind...getting to know you..." Sure, Greg's powers were incredibly potent and made Casper feel more or less nauseous but...he wasn't a bad person, quite the opposite actually. "Besides...if you can't control your powers...it's not your fault that bad stuff happens...that's not reason to dislike you...that would be rather..." He stopped for a second before shaking his head. "That's stupid...you're not to blame for your powers...you're trying to control them...aren't you? Th-that's why you're here..."
Raising his gaze further, Casper saw Greg's hands covering his face and it was still rather uncomfortable to look at him, but with his eyes covered it made it less so.
"Sometimes I wonder if the Devil knows what he's doing, and is just too afraid to put a stop to it." The boy wanted to be his friend. That was unexpected, and doubtless short-lived, but it did recall a certain promise he'd made to a fifteen year old girl who thought the world of him. "Yeah. Okay, Casper. Friends."
Had he come here to learn how to control his powers? Maybe. That'd be nice. It wasn't going to happen, but it'd be nice. Why had he come, then? To hide, probably.
There was another voice in his head, getting louder. He'd heard it before. "He's coming. Your friend, the one who was on the ground earlier."
"Friend...? Oh...uh, Mason..." Casper had made two friends in a day? This had to be a record for him, or...well...it was. "Maybe...maybe we should leave the corridor..." He stood, dusting himself off. "It...it was nice meeting you...Greg. And...thank you." Casper continued, his eyes now on the floor once more.
Greg had to leave. Mason had had a bad day. He didn't need to be around Greg, not now. "Right. I... I should go. Thank you for being... quiet."
Greg rose and shuffled off awkwardly, his stomach growling.
"Y-yeah...bye...Greg..." Casper offered a soft wave before he saw Greg leave. Casper would follow his example and stepped back into his room, sitting down on his bed a second time. His door remained open, but he knew that something good had come of this meeting with Greg...that guy hated himself so much. Well, at least that's the impression Casper got.
Walking back out into the corridor, he thought that it could be a good idea to resume his previous plan..to speak with Mason...
Bringing him out of his thoughts, Casper turned towards the voice, his mind startled from the sudden outburst. "S-sorry...I didn't...I didn't know I knocked so loud..." There he probably went again. This time he didn't even notice, but at the very least he hadn't broken anything...not yet. "I'm still...getting used to it..." Casper sighed slightly as his eyes dropped down to the floor again. "M-my powers..." He looked up for but a second to meet the other boy's face and was immidiatly hit by a wave of nausea. He quickly brought his hand up to his chest and looked away. 'What was that!? Did he use something on me...? Am I just losing my mind? Damn, I'm falling apart...' Swallowing his insecurities, Casper spoke once more. "S-sorry to...to have bothered you..."
Greg recoiled, bringing his hands up over his eyes. His glasses. His glasses were in the room. where he'd left them. He leaned back against the wall, still covering his face and staring down at the ground. "No, no, not the knocking. You're loud... loud in here..." Greg pressed his hands against his temples to demonstrate. "Like screaming. You... you hurt... he was a very... he deserved... you did well. You don't need to be screaming, in here, where I can hear you."
"You can...hear me...?" What did he mean by that? Well, it was obvious, wasn't it? Just like Casper, Greg was a mutant and from the sound of it, he could understand or rather...'sense' emotions? Thoughts? Casper didn't quite understand it, he had never met anyone with a similar power before. "H-how...how can I just...?" The boy brought his hand up to his forehead and clenched his teeth. He couldn't just turn his worry off, he couldn't just turn the anxiety off. Leaning against the wall, Casper slid to the floor and hid his face in his hands. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...to be so..." He spoke lower now. "...loud."
"No, no, it's not your fault. Everyone's... loud, sometimes, that's just how it's supposed to be. It's me. I'm not supposed to hear it, but I do." Greg slid to the floor opposite the boy, practically mirroring him in how he shielded his face. He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke. "You know, Casper, it's not really... it's none of my... it isn't by place to say, but, from what I've seen of you... if someone had to have your, um..." The word 'curse' formed on his lips, but he choked it back. "Thing, I think it's a good thing that it was you. And not somebody else."
Despite a serious lack of self confidence, Casper did understand what Greg was saying. It was better that Casper got his power, rather than the guy in the cafeteria or anyone else like him. That was true...even Casper could admit that, but now that he was seeing Greg...he was starting to see things from a...different point of view. "You...you can't control your...'thing'...either?" Greg's powers seemed to be a lot less forgiving towards himself and it made Casper almost feel lucky not to be in his shoes. There was always someone who had it worse, wasn't there? "Th-thank you...though. It was...Greg, right?"
"Yeah. Greg. And no, I can't control it. None of it. Not just the mind-reading, either, I can't stop my brain from attacking people. Like it just... hates them, or maybe they hate it. Apparently, this sort of thing is... rare, even among psychics, which aren't exactly common. That's a good thing, I think. Shouldn't be any more of me running around." Greg rolled his shoulder slightly and felt it twinge. It wasn't injured, not anymore, but sometimes it still gave him reminders of his bad day. Good. He shouldn't forget. "Are you religious, Casper?"
"I..." Casper revealed his face again from behind his hands, rubbing his eyes softly before he moved some hair from covering his sight. He didn't look up at Greg again, but rather kept his eyes on the other boy's legs. "I don't...really see why anyone would...hate you." He shook his head. "You...you seem like a really good person..." For never being able to control his powers, Greg had maintained a stable enough position. A weaker person would have started hating everything and everyone by this point...being able to hear everyone's thoughts. "Y-you're probably...really strong..." Casper raised his eyes slightly, but still not enough to meet Greg's. "Having...to deal with all of that all the time...you're...you're really strong...keeping it together..."
As the conversation shifted towards religion and spirituality, all Casper could do was to shake his head. "No...are you?"
In spite of himself, Greg chuckled a little bit at that. "Casper, your stomach's turning just from being, just because I'm here. That's a... it's a decent reason to hate, people. And you're wrong, you know. I... thank you, but you're wrong. I'm not good. Not yet."
Greg waved the question of religion away. "I am, yeah, sort of. Not, like, a fanatic, but it's sort of, like, it's important to me. I just... nevermind."
The boy rested his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
"Well..." Casper began, hugging his knees carefully, not to hurt himself. "I...I don't hate you..." He continued, a soft smile forming along his lips. "I don't really know you but...I...I wouldn't mind...uhm..." He had never really had this conversation with anyone else before, it felt rather odd. The friends he had, they had come up to him and pulled him along. This time he was making 'the first move'. "I wouldn't mind...getting to know you..." Sure, Greg's powers were incredibly potent and made Casper feel more or less nauseous but...he wasn't a bad person, quite the opposite actually. "Besides...if you can't control your powers...it's not your fault that bad stuff happens...that's not reason to dislike you...that would be rather..." He stopped for a second before shaking his head. "That's stupid...you're not to blame for your powers...you're trying to control them...aren't you? Th-that's why you're here..."
Raising his gaze further, Casper saw Greg's hands covering his face and it was still rather uncomfortable to look at him, but with his eyes covered it made it less so.
"Sometimes I wonder if the Devil knows what he's doing, and is just too afraid to put a stop to it." The boy wanted to be his friend. That was unexpected, and doubtless short-lived, but it did recall a certain promise he'd made to a fifteen year old girl who thought the world of him. "Yeah. Okay, Casper. Friends."
Had he come here to learn how to control his powers? Maybe. That'd be nice. It wasn't going to happen, but it'd be nice. Why had he come, then? To hide, probably.
There was another voice in his head, getting louder. He'd heard it before. "He's coming. Your friend, the one who was on the ground earlier."
"Friend...? Oh...uh, Mason..." Casper had made two friends in a day? This had to be a record for him, or...well...it was. "Maybe...maybe we should leave the corridor..." He stood, dusting himself off. "It...it was nice meeting you...Greg. And...thank you." Casper continued, his eyes now on the floor once more.
Greg had to leave. Mason had had a bad day. He didn't need to be around Greg, not now. "Right. I... I should go. Thank you for being... quiet."
Greg rose and shuffled off awkwardly, his stomach growling.
"Y-yeah...bye...Greg..." Casper offered a soft wave before he saw Greg leave. Casper would follow his example and stepped back into his room, sitting down on his bed a second time. His door remained open, but he knew that something good had come of this meeting with Greg...that guy hated himself so much. Well, at least that's the impression Casper got.
Walking back out into the corridor, he thought that it could be a good idea to resume his previous plan..to speak with Mason...
Mason and Chess, sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!! First comes love! Then comes....uh....screw it...
CHESSON!
Also, Lizard, we should Collab for the next post.
CHESSON!
Also, Lizard, we should Collab for the next post.
Hugging himself on his bed, Casper had luckily found his way to the dorms. 'What did I do? I actually used my powers to hurt someone...' The boy's fingers almost dug into his skin as he has holding onto himself. 'No...I didn't do it to hurt anyone, I did it help Mason...' No matter how many times he was going to justify it, the truth remained. Casper had tossed someone across the room and probably damaged him some in the process as well. Did he think that the jock deserved it? Of course he did, the guy was a complete ass. Though, he didn't want to be the one punishing him. 'You didn't do it to punish him, you did it help out a frie-...Mason.'
Casper's tight embrace loosened and he dropped back down on his bed. What would come of this? Some people might have thought it funny to see a little kid like Casper go up against a jock and brought their cellphones up to film the whole thing. It might not have been that bad but at this point, the kid was worried about anything.
'At least Mason's safe now...' It was worth helping Mason, that was something the boy would not deny. It was worth helping a fellow human being. Casper enjoyed helping people whenever he could and this was a prime time to do so. Had he not intervened, things would have been worse off. Mason would have been humiliated and beaten to a pulp, would that have been better? No, Casper was more prepared to deal with his anxiety than letting Mason go through something like that. The only thing Mason had done was help his roommate, he didn't deserve to be punished for it.
With a heavy sigh, Casper placed his hand on his growling stomach. He would need to eat something but going back into the cafeteria today would be social suicide. Everyone would surround him and he would surely have a mental breakdown. The boy turned and sat up in the bed, looking at his Vita placed on the bedside table. No, he didn't quite feel like he wanted to play now. Perhaps he should go and check in on Mason, but where was he? There was no telling where the young man could be. With little else to do, Casper decided to simply unpack. He would have to do it at some point and now was better than never.
It didn't take very long before he was done with the task, placing everything neatly in the closet. A 'brilliant' idea crossed Casper's mind at that moment and he judged it better than sitting around doing nothing. If he did that, his anxiety would simply grow with more bad thoughts. The best thing he could do now was actually to be around someone. He thought that he'd say something like that to himself but it was the truth, for once. This was all so alien. Casper had never, ever, hurt anyone before let alone in the way he did. He had never protected anyone else before either, especially not in this way. Alien problems can sometimes require alien solutions. He would seriously need to see a therapist after all of this was over.
In his trail of thoughts, Casper soon found himself in front of the reception where he saw the same bubbly woman from before. "H-hello..." He stammered quietly, unable to meet her eyes.
"Hello, honey. How many I help you?"
"Mason's room...?"
"It's Room 139, sweetheart. Are you making friends already? That's wonderful!"
"Y-yeah..." Casper didn't look at her but rather kept walking towards the room she had provided. Upon reaching his destination, the boy knocked on the door a few times. Who said that Mason was even there...?
Casper's tight embrace loosened and he dropped back down on his bed. What would come of this? Some people might have thought it funny to see a little kid like Casper go up against a jock and brought their cellphones up to film the whole thing. It might not have been that bad but at this point, the kid was worried about anything.
'At least Mason's safe now...' It was worth helping Mason, that was something the boy would not deny. It was worth helping a fellow human being. Casper enjoyed helping people whenever he could and this was a prime time to do so. Had he not intervened, things would have been worse off. Mason would have been humiliated and beaten to a pulp, would that have been better? No, Casper was more prepared to deal with his anxiety than letting Mason go through something like that. The only thing Mason had done was help his roommate, he didn't deserve to be punished for it.
With a heavy sigh, Casper placed his hand on his growling stomach. He would need to eat something but going back into the cafeteria today would be social suicide. Everyone would surround him and he would surely have a mental breakdown. The boy turned and sat up in the bed, looking at his Vita placed on the bedside table. No, he didn't quite feel like he wanted to play now. Perhaps he should go and check in on Mason, but where was he? There was no telling where the young man could be. With little else to do, Casper decided to simply unpack. He would have to do it at some point and now was better than never.
It didn't take very long before he was done with the task, placing everything neatly in the closet. A 'brilliant' idea crossed Casper's mind at that moment and he judged it better than sitting around doing nothing. If he did that, his anxiety would simply grow with more bad thoughts. The best thing he could do now was actually to be around someone. He thought that he'd say something like that to himself but it was the truth, for once. This was all so alien. Casper had never, ever, hurt anyone before let alone in the way he did. He had never protected anyone else before either, especially not in this way. Alien problems can sometimes require alien solutions. He would seriously need to see a therapist after all of this was over.
In his trail of thoughts, Casper soon found himself in front of the reception where he saw the same bubbly woman from before. "H-hello..." He stammered quietly, unable to meet her eyes.
"Hello, honey. How many I help you?"
"Mason's room...?"
"It's Room 139, sweetheart. Are you making friends already? That's wonderful!"
"Y-yeah..." Casper didn't look at her but rather kept walking towards the room she had provided. Upon reaching his destination, the boy knocked on the door a few times. Who said that Mason was even there...?
Nanomachines, son.
Casper has now gotten addicted and can be found in street fights between 7 am and 8 pm.
Septic, never in my life have I had greater difficulties understanding ANYONE xD, well done indeed. You're portraying your frea-...character very, very well.
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