Amalgaverse High

Lunch time is usually Alec's favorite time of the day when it comes to school. On this afternoon, however, he looks like he's suffering from the worst hangover known to man. He's sitting outside at one of the tables near a tree, sipping from a can of energy drink and trying not to look so out of it. Sugar crashes suck. He looks like he got dressed in the dark to boot; his hair's disheveled, his t-shirt's wrinkled to hell and back, and he forgot a belt for his jeans. Oh, don't mind the two different colored socks either.

Lately, Clara hasn't been out of the house much. Her ability, something she's learned how to mostly control, has been freaking out on her, and as a result, things have been shattering, falling off shelves, catapulting off desks-- she manages to keep it down during class, but her room's been a complete mess, and her house is not fairing too well either. Poor Ethan has had to deal with a lot of it.Today, she's been hearing some very interesting rumors and gossip, and all of it, from various sources, have not been all that great. So on top of her being pissed off because she can't manage to keep a pencil on her desk to save her life, she's pissed off about hearing this stuff. And she doesn't want to talk to Alec, because she'd rather sulk furiously. So that's what she's doing, walking across the tables and pointedly ignoring Alec as she does.

Alec squints, bleary eyed and looking like he's about five seconds away from crawling under his table for a nap. He chugs the rest of his drink and goes to set the can down, but instead he somehow crushes it flat under his palm. Looks like Clara's not the only one having power issues. Though, this is pretty new to him. He's never been the strong sort after all.Once he can lift his head without feeling like he wants to die he spots Clara, frowns, and gets up. Time to go chat with the girl and hope she doesn't play hacky sack with his junk. "...Siren?"
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So after that huge clusterfuck of a fight, Clara runs. She goes as fast as she possibly can, out into the parking lot and away from any gossiping students, not even thinking about anything but going and hiding somewhere. Ethan's following her, she's sure, but she wants to be far away enough from the school before she stops to talk to him. She finds a nice little area right outside the parking lot to curl up in, and her emotions are still out of whack, which means her ability is too, by extension. Clara doesn't want to think about what she possibly has just done, so she curls up on the ground, leaning against a fence, and waits for her brother to catch up with her.