Darius Prose (doomedtorepeat) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2013-10-14 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: annabelle keely, character: darius prose, character: trent kane, location: class - supernatural studies |
Log: Darius and Annabelle and Trent in Supernatural Studies
WHO: Darius, Annabelle, and Trent
WHEN: Monday 14 October 2013
WHERE: Supernatural Studies class
NPCs: Supernatural Studies teacher
NOTES: And I just realized it's Columbus Day and they shouldn't have class. Shhh!
It had been an eventful weekend. There were vampires at this school! VAMPIRES! Why didn't they tell him? Ok, they probably did, but he had a lot to deal with so it wasn't his fault if he forgot!
But he'd made it through, and now it was time for class. In particular, his first Supernatural Studies class. As he went inside to sit down, he glance around, wondering if there were assigned seats and trying to figure out which one was Annabelle. She'd seemed nice. They could sit together and it would be no big deal. No big deal at all, he told himself while standing in the doorway looking awkward.
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Anna had found herself a seat towards the back of the classroom. She tried to get a seat as far to the back as possible and even though she’d been trying to read some of the set texts that had already been covered this semester, the fact that the texts contained the words ‘werewolves’ and ‘vampires’ had sort of freaked her out and she’d closed them quickly. When picking her seat, she’d made sure to sit away from the radiator under the window and a quick check of the desks meant that she knew for sure that she couldn’t risk touching the metal legs that supported the wooden top.
She was still trying to work out how she could explain away her inability to touch anything that was made of iron in any way, shape or form.
She leaned her elbows on the desk, chin in her hands as she looked around the classroom, eyes falling on someone she didn’t recognise (not that that was saying anything in particular as she’d met so many people over the weekend she wasn’t sure who she had and hadn’t met now) but he looked more awkward than the rest of the students who were filing in and taking a seat. There were a couple of spaces at the back, so she lifted a hand when she saw his eyes roving over the room. Was that Darius?
God, she hoped so. She waved her hand again, tipping her head to indicate that he could come over to her if he wanted; she was sat with an empty desk on either side of herself and so there was room.
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Someone was waving. At him? Darius glanced behind himself to make sure. Yup, no one there. She was waving at him. That must be Annabelle. Darius forgot to try to look aloof and cool as he walked to the back of the room to join her, relieved that he wasn't going to have to do the new kid thing by himself.
"Annabelle?" he asked to confirm, then immediately felt unsure. If this wasn't Annabelle, he'd probably just offended her. Ok, don't panic, maybe it was Annabelle. It had to be Annabelle, right?
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Anna grinned as the guy from the door walked over, feeling a surge of relief when he said her name, albeit nervously. "That's me," she offered, holding out her hand for him to shake. "Darius, right?"
She was obviously pleased that he had turned up. "I kinda saved you a seat..." She said, hoping that wasn't weird. She tilted her head to the side to indicate one of the empty desks near her. "Hope that's okay?"
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Now, Trent Kane, he had a habit of getting caught up in something and the by-product of this was the occasional tardiness to class. He wasn’t as bad as that Valentin kid, but close enough. It wasn’t uncommon though for him to turn up late so when it happened people tended not to bat an eyelash and today was no exception.
He entered the class in a flurry of limbs and a large ‘please don’t give me detention’ smile which dimpled his cheeks, but the teacher was having none of it, defaulting instead to a familiar train of sarcasm which Trent was well acquainted with.
“Mister Kane, do I need to buy you watch?”
He really should have acquiesced, but Trent being Trent felt the need to poke the already sore bear and he just held up his wrist where sure enough sat a leather bound timeface. “Nope, got one already.”
There were a few sniggers from the class, but they were soon silenced by a withering look from the teacher who just folded their arms and levelled Trent with a glare. “Then perhaps you ought to learn how to tell the time because this is the fourth time you’ve been late to class in the last week and a half.”
Trent mock saluted. “Will do, teach.”
And then at the rolling of the clearly exasperated teacher’s eyes Trent slid into a table behind Annabelle, bag being rested beneath him as he rummaged out his books.
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She saved him a seat? That was really nice of her. "You did? Thanks. And yeah, I'm Darius," he said, trying to shake her hand and sit down and put his books down all at the same time, which mostly worked though it wasn't the most graceful. "So what do we—"
Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by the dramatic entrance of some guy who was apparently Mr. Kane. And who had what his Memaw would call 'a bad case of sassmouth.' Darius watched with the rest of the class to see how it would play out. He didn't laugh at the joke, but noticed that Kane didn't get punished for it or for being late. Either the teacher was a softie or Kane was that type who tended to get away with things. Troublemaker. Well, it didn't have anything to do with him. At least it didn't until Kane sat right behind Annabelle. That'd draw attention to their part of the classroom. That wasn't good. Darius didn't like being noticed by teachers.
He gave a smile and a half a nod to Annabelle to thank her one last time, then turned forward with his best 'good student' posture, notebook and pen at the ready to take notes.
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“If you were going to ask what we’re supposed to be doing,” Annabelle offered, leaning across just a fraction to talk under hushed tones to Darius, “I have no idea. So let’s just- um, listen?” She retreated back to her desk with a small smile and then looked over her shoulder, twisting a little bit in the chair as the teacher had turned to start writing on the board, to look at Trent.
Her eyebrow lifted. “Little late, aren’t we?” she asked, though the class hadn’t formally started yet and it didn’t look like they would have to stand up and introduce themselves to everyone like complete losers.
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Trent noted the kid sat next to Annabelle and snorted just a little because he seemed all earnest which Trent did not understand not one little bit. School was the place you spent what felt like a majority of your life, but there were so many other things you could be doing, which were more enjoyable.
Though when Annabelle looked over her shoulder at him he proceeded to give his best smile before his shoulders lifted into a shrug.
“I got hung up on the way to class.”
He put his books out and then frowned as his pen went skittering across the ground. Wonderful, just wonderful. No matter. Trent focused his attention on it and sure enough the pen was plucked right up off the ground by what seemed like an invisible hand before he had it back, ready to take notes.
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Darius glanced over a little as Annabelle and Kane spoke. If they knew each other, he should be polite. As the pen skittered across the floor toward him, Darius leaned over to pick it up and hand it back. Only to find it wasn't necessary. As the pen began to move of its own accord, Darius snatched his hand back as if it had turned into a snake.
"Ok, I guess that's another way to do it," he commented in a slightly strained voice.
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Anna’s eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as the pen went flying back towards Trent’s outstretched hand. She coughed to cover the sound of her surprise and looked at Darius, at least a little bit relieved that Darius looked so surprised because that was- that was something right out of X-Men or whatever. The pen had literally flown from the floor to Trent’s hand.
A quick glance at the teacher indicated it was safe for her to twist around again, looking at the pen, at Darius and then at Trent in utter confusion and maybe a little bit of awe. “How did you do that?” she asked, voice low so as not to get caught.
Oh yeah, this first lesson was going well.
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“Do what?” Trent asked, genuinely confused. To him the ability to move things with his mind was so intrinsic to who he was and came so naturally that he didn’t even think before doing it and it never occurred to him that others might be freaked out by it.
Both Annabelle and Darius looked very much like it was the first time they’d seen anything like that, but they were attending a school for the supernaturally touched slash gifted so… what else did they expect?
“Oh,” he said as soon as he realised she was referring to his trick with his pen and just shrugged. “I’m telekinetic. Have been since I was a kid. Got too much for my ma to handle so here I am.” And he said it oh so casually like it was no big deal that his mother had shipped him off.
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Darius had been wondering what other kids' things were. But he didn't want to ask. He figured it was like prison, you weren't supposed to ask what anyone else was in for. This guy could move stuff with his brain. That was different. And even kind of useful, it turned out.
And all he got was a ghost girl in his head who was going to try to possess him someday. He really did get the short end of the stick on that one.
"That's cool," he said, turning around to Kane as well. "What all can you do with it?"
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Anna bit her lower lip and nodded as Trent spoke, glancing back at Darian as he, too, looked more interested. She supposed she was a little envious of that power, it seemed cool and useful and way more interesting than what she could do. She knew she was able to do more than she could currently and that was one of the reasons that her families had sent her here, but still. A power like telekinesis was pretty awesome.
As if in response to her slight jealousy over the cool power Trent was displaying, her back ached sharply, between her shoulder blades. Lips twisting in discomfort for a moment, she was quick to try and shove the emotion aside.
“I second that question, totally,” she offered with an upward quirk to her lips to hide the discomfort having her wings folded in was causing. She hadn’t anticipated it hurting as much as it did. She’d not had them folded for more than a few days at a time in such a long time. “Doesn’t it hurt your head or anything?”
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Oh wow, now he had both their attention and most people would be put off by it, but no not Trent. If anything he revelled in it, actively enjoying being in the limelight.
"Uh, a lot of things." He grinned slowly before he tapped his pen against his mouth as his gaze slipped between Darius and Annabelle, curiosity piquing when it would seem the blonde was in some soft of discomfort and shifting as if she were carrying some sort of weight.
What was that about?
But nevermind that, back to him. "I can move cars, pick stuff up, undo clothes, spin things and hold multiple items at once." He shrugged. "Only sometimes, normally when I push myself too hard, but for the small stuff I don't really feel the strain."
And then to prove his point he released his pen and with a tilt of his head he began it spinning on its axis.
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Darius was slightly torn between the crazy unexplainable thing going on in front of him and the fact that Annabelle seemed to be in pain. So it took him a little longer than it normally would have to turn to her to check in. "Annabelle? You ok?"
Yeah, what Kane was doing was cool, but his mama didn't raise him to ignore a girl who needed help.
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Anna nodded her head, “Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t think my spine’s meant to twist this way,” she offered by way of explanation, making a show of how she was shifting as if trying to get her lower back comfortable. It would take someone really observant to notice later on in the lesson that she never sat with her back against the chairs.
“I didn’t think people could do that kind of stuff, you know,” she offered honestly because she didn’t. She glanced at the two boys she was quickly beginning to consider her friends, people that she liked and would keep, and nodded her head, “Seriously, I’m fine. Don’t worry. The pen spinning thing is cool. I didn’t realise that there was such a wide…” she waved hand demonstratively, “...variety of people at the school.”
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Trent arched an eyebrow at the explanation given by Annabelle for why she looked like she was sitting on hot coals, hands coming up to cup his face and rest his sharp chin on the palm of both, eyes fixated on the pen but also on the blonde who just so happened to be in his line of vision.
“You sure?”
He snorted a moment later. “I guess you don’t know about the vampires then, huh?”
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"What about the vampires?" Darius asked quickly. He'd met some by then, but that was still one of the things he was having the hardest time wrapping his head around.
Not only had he asked quickly, but perhaps a little too loudly.
"Do you have a question?" asked the teacher from the front of the room, eyebrow raised.
Caught, Darius turned back to the front. Since it seemed she was expecting an answer, Darius stood—he didn't know if that's what they did here, but it felt like the kind of thing they might do, so, um, anyway, he stood up. "No, ma'am. Well, yes ma'am. I missed the first few weeks, so I was asking for a recap." Which wasn't completely true, but wasn't completely untrue either.
"A good idea," the teacher answered. "Since Mr. Kane is so knowledgeable that he sees no need to be punctual to class, he may tutor you and Annabelle. But after the lecture, not during."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, then sat down again.
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Anna spun around to be sitting properly in her chair - though without resting her back against it - and ducked her head to smother a giggle when they were caught. She was aware that it was completely inappropriate for the situation but she glanced apologetically at Darius; he didn’t seem the type to get into trouble for talking in class usually, but that was a swift lie that was well executed and she smiled at him with a slight nod to him because that was impressive and a good cover considering.
If it meant that they had an excuse to find out about the vampires - seriously, the vampires? - after class, then that was maybe worth getting caught chatting in the first lesson. She looked over her shoulder and shot Trent a grin before resting her elbows on the table, chin in her hands as she attempted to do something that was along the lines of concentrating. She found herself, though, examining the other students to see if any of them were obviously vampires.
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Huh, kid could lie, would you look at that? Impressive stuff.
Trent had clearly underestimated the other teen, would not happen again that was for damn certain. Only as the teacher mentioned tutoring Trent gave a groan and it wasn’t long until his forehead met the desk with a resounding thud.
Shoot him now okay thank you.
Well, this would be interesting.