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Post by Zane Sterling on Nov 12, 2010 15:17:01 GMT -5
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] It had been a very long day for the gifted Zane. A very long day that included absolutely nothing, it was a day where no classes were scheduled, some teacher work-day of some sort; luckily he was able to get out of the place before any person changed their inds...and it's not like he hasn't skipped before. But this day off had dragged on for hours. Starting when he left his alarm on this morning it was one of those annoying ones that got louder and faster beeping if you didn't shut it off...and he threw it at the wall; into a thousand pieces of screws, batteries and springs. Not a good way to start your morning at six in the morning. And all this lead to his favorite, and basically secret, necklace breaking. He didn't realize the chain was so weak since he never took it off; what a good day don't you think?
He went to the mall earlier to get the things he needed, but he didn't want to go back to the campus quite yet, so he found himself outsie the local club. But was he inside, of course not, he was outside leaning against a wall with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the classic Zane right? Hands stuffed into his pockets he watched people enter and exit the building, so gave him weird stares, most ignored him and sometimes he got the girls to smile, wink, or whatever when they saw him. It didn't bother him actually, but most of these girls had the essence of being stuck-up rich girls Zane had no intention of getting himself into...again. That relationship went badly and ended badly, and was his only real relationship; but he was not one to dwell on the past any longer. He knew he had made mistakes but he made a place for himself being a successful tattoo artist and got himself his on place.
Grumbling as the wind blew, he ran a hand through his hair to get the hair out of his eyes. But alas, the long pieces fell back in front of his face so Zane just dropped trying to move them, and let them be. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth he blew out the smoke up into the air and watched it disperse. He flicked the ashes into the ashtray he was next to, watching the door, more people came in and out but nothing interesting at all. Some bouncers walked by geting ready to go on the clock, he knew a couple of the guys, but some he did, so they sneere like he was some kind of street-rat or something. So when the guy passed, Zane gave him a sneer behind his backs, and nonchalantly giving the the finger before chuckling again. When at school or somewhere where he had to be professional...he was; but outside, well that is a different story depending on what he is doing or who he is with.
When he turned his attention back to the door he saw a group a girls standing nearby, whispering and pointing...at him. Oh great, I have a feeling this won't go well... Zane thought to himself. Now, in honesty, Zane wouldn't mind flirting a little bit with some girls...but these ones were the type he tried very hard to avoid. Short skirts, low tops, pricey jewelry and make-up so caked on you could see it a mile away. Yet they always wanted to throw themselves at him; seriously? He guessed since they've apparently thrown themselves at all the high-class guys they needed to feel better about getting guys like Zane and then later crushing them. Yeah, lets not go back to that shall we? His thoughts ended when the girls stopped talking and one of them walked over to him as he blew out another puff of smoke and flicked the ashes away.
"Hey, what's your name?" She obviously flirted. Zane just lifted an eyebrow, giving her a and-you-are-trying-to-talk-to-because-? look before answering bluntly,"Zane." She giggled and looked back at her friends, "Do you want to go out tonight? You know just you, me, and maybe some alcohol and a nice room?" She inched closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. Zane tilted his head slightly, before taking another drag of the cancer stick and blew it to the side, glancing at her again and then to her friends, and then back again. He picked up her hand off of his chest, "Nope." He answered, letting her hand drop and began to walk away leaving her and her friends behind with their mouths open in almost complete shock.
Zane got about ten feet away, as he was going to walk around to get to another entrance to the mall has he heard the clamor of high heels and shifting bags behind him. Damn, she caught up with him. "What do you mean 'No'? Come on Zaaaaane," She dragged out his name and Zane's eye twitched as he stopped since she was now right in front of him. "It'll be fun. We can even go to the club...or stay at your place....or mine..." She continued to try, and was failing, miserably, inching closer and closer. He rolled his eyes and looked to the side, seeing if anyone he knew would have any chance of being able to come and save him from the impending situation. But with his luck, he didn't know every many people, but he hoped so much some would come and save him; or this was going to become an even worse day than it already was.
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Post by Helena Ackart on Nov 12, 2010 20:30:44 GMT -5
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Helena let out a small sigh as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, pulling her hair back and slipping it into a half bun so that it was off her neck and back and out of her face. A few blonde strands fell about her forehead and she brushed them away impatiently, frowning when they just fell back into their original place. Dark eyeshadow was smudge in a smoky manner and her eyelashes had been coated so thickly in mascara that they almost looked fake. Almost, but not quite. Her heeled foot tapped against the tiled bathroom floor as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans, trying to decide on whether she should go back out or if she should leave. Her empathic abilities had been more difficult to keep under wraps all day, though she couldn't think of an actual reason why. And while she loved the club, even though she was underage, there were so many people that it overwhelmed her senses. The bathroom door opened, letting in the bright, neon flashing lights and music that had no words. It looked like a rave out there. The girl who came in didn't even spare Helena a glance, just stumbled her way into a stall and closed the door. A queasy feeling passed through her and seconds later the sickening sound of vomit hitting water reached her ears.
Helena gagged as she leaned over the sink and closed her eyes, swallowing hard. Part of her hand this feeling to go in and hold back the woman's hair, however that part of her that wanted to help was small and was easily pushed out of her mind. The blonde straightened and went for the door, her heels echoing against the bathroom walls, and she opened the bathroom door. Lights hit her eyes and she felt a rush of different feelings that she couldn't make sense of. Helena pursed her lips and started pushing her way through the mass of people. Hot and sweaty bodies pushed against her and even when she made it to the edge of the wall the way to the front of the building was difficult. Passing by a group of boys Helena felt one of them place a hand on her ass and gave the lightest of squeezes. She would have loved to turn around and give him a piece of her mind, but there was a rush of people that seemed to have come out of nowhere and the blonde suddenly found herself being pushed forward.
The doorway was more clear than the rest of the club and whenever one person went out two people came in. The bouncer stopped her on the way out, taking her hand and putting a stamp on the inside of her wrist. She didn't bother mentioning that she had no intention of coming back in. The feeling was off putting for her, though only for a couple seconds until it dried. She was looking at her wrist as she walked forward, watching the invisible ink appear and disappear as strobe lights reflected against it. Stepping outside, she ignored the pushing against her back as she was propelled forward. Helena was too intent on how the air felt against her heated skin; the small beads of sweat on her arms and neck cooling and drying, causing a small shiver to travel down her spine.
Finally she was far enough from the door that she was no longer getting pushed and Helena looked up from her wrist, taking a look around. "What do you mean 'No'? Come on Zaaaaane." The voice was female and the tone ... well it made Helena twitch and she turned around, trying to see where it had come from. A woman was slowly inching her way towards a guy that looked vaguely familiar. A few feet behind the woman was a group of girls, all of whom were dressed nearly identical. Short skirts, heels, skimpy shirts ... hooker clothes. They were like a pack of hyenas, standing back and giggling as the other woman tried to "seduce" the guy. For some reason, Helena didn't know why, she found herself drawn forward and an urge to help him swept through her brain. And just think; she wasn't even willing to help some poor woman throwing up in the bathroom.
Zane, Helena thought, repeating his name a couple of times so that she could remember it. Names had never been her strong point. With one hand in her pocket, Helena headed towards the two people and as she got closer she realized that she knew him. "Knew him" was probably the wrong term to use. The blonde recognized him as another gifted from Atheneta University and the urge to help him only increased. There was only about seven or eight inches between the girl and Zane and Helena barely managed to slip in between the two of them, the back of her shoulder pressed against Zane's and she looked down at the woman, being a couple inches taller than her. "Why don't you back up a little bit?"
There was a small breeze and she caught a wiff of cigarette smoke and the blonde frowned, her green eyes flashing towards the cigarette in his hands. Helena took it from his fingers and threw it to the ground, frowning. "Who the hell are you?" the woman asked, shifting her weight and crossing her arms over her chest. She was still way to close and Helena set a hand on her shoulder, pushing against her shoulder so that she was about an arms length away. "I'm whoever the hell I want to be. Now back the hell off."
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Post by Zane Sterling on Nov 13, 2010 0:05:15 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] Zane cringed as the hooker-looking girl continued to inch toward him. He had thought about running, it was an option but it was the physical movement and looking like a fool that put him off from that option. So he had to more, continue to refuse her seduction techniques or wait and pray someone else came and saved him from this torture. Her friends were giggly-like, an whispering to themselves as Zane rolled his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette. He closed his eyes, hoping it would help relieve some of the stress and the short patience he had with this girl. It was that moment he felt a small pressure on his shoulder as his head snapped up to see a woman standing in front of him who pushed the girl away from him.
”Why don’t you back up a little bit?” The woman spoke, he recognized the voice vaguely; it had to be someone from the school with the way she talked. He took a small step back to quickly looking over the woman’s outfit. It was like his style, but less dramatic and then it clicked. Helena….something. They had a class together once as gifted kids do, and she did cause some trouble when someone got up in her face; but other than that relatively quiet, to herself, with one hell of an attitude. So she was like Zane…but more bitchy. Focusing back onto the situation, Zane watched the stare down between the two, until Helena took his cigarette from his hands and throwing it to the side. ”Hey…I wasn’t done with that…” He murmured just so Helena could hear; but ignored it for now so he could see what this annoyance could come up with. Who the hell are you?” the girl snapped, but was pushed back by Helena once again. ”I’m whoever the hell I want to be. Now back the hell off.” Helena retorted, though it seemed the annoying girl didn’t get the point at all.
Zane smirked as he finally caught along and went with playing off each other to get this girl to leave; so he draped his arm over Helena’s shoulder, prayer to heaven and above he wouldn’t get killed for this; after all she started it and threw away his unfinished cancer stick, so if she could stick through this and not punch him in the face, he would call themselves even for now. A smirk came to his lips as he acted out his part and leaned down, since he was a more than a little taller than Helena and softly pecked her on the cheek…and braced his muscles for any approaching hit, but didn’t let it show as he spoke, ”Hey babe, ‘bout time you got out of there, I was waiting for a while.” He spoke casually as the other girl, and her friend’s jaws just dropped as the act unfolded. The girl quickly recovered, ”Hmph, go figure the freaks would be going out with each other.” She scoffed, turning around an stomping her heels back to her friends; and Zane couldn’t help but add, ”At least we can find someone to be with instead of flirting with every poor guy who has to look at your face.” He spoke with a chuckle, coming out from behind Helena, with his arm still around her shoulders, leaning some weight against her to add to the act.
The girl stopped, turned around, her face tomato-red stomping back up to the pair, looking up to them and pointing a finger at both of them, ”Why you….little….urg!” She stuttered, Zane would’ve said something else, or force her finger out of his face; but it was a little too late as Helena hit her directly in the face and the woman fell. Zane stood shocked at what happened, didn’t think it would go that far but too late now. So Zane just put on a smile and looked over to Helena, ”Nice shot, babe.” He spoke happily as the woman’s friends scurried to help her up, gasping and huffing at Helena’s actions. As they dragged the bleeding girl away, Zane quickly moved his arm off Helena’s shoulders an took a step back, knowing exactly what she might do. ”Thank you so much. But please don’t punch me in the face, I was just doing what I thought would get her the way the fastest.” Zane spoke quickly, knowing he might look like a wimp for apologizing for what he just did, but right now, he didn’t care.
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Post by Helena Ackart on Nov 13, 2010 0:53:50 GMT -5
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To say the woman looked pissed would have been an understatement, but it was the only word that came to mind when Helena saw the look on her face. There was also an indignant look and a "superior-than-thou" look that seemed to be permanently etched into her features. The way she was standing said that she was trying to seem intimidating, but it wasn't working too well. Not only was she an easy three inches shorter than Helena, but she had a hard time taking anyone dressed as a wanna-be hooker seriously. Helena shifted slightly so that more weight was rested on one foot than the other, her green eyes focusing on the woman as they looked down at her from her nose. The other woman's superior attitude was having an effect on her own personality and she had to take a deep breath, resisting the urge to cross her own arms over her chest, keeping her hands in the pockets of her jeans.
"Hey…I wasn’t done with that…" The voice came from the man ... Zane ... behind her and Helena bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to tell him exactly what she thought about his little smoking habit, but having an argument with the same guy she was trying to help? Oh sure, that would work out just great. Helena had to wonder if he was ever going to catch on to what she was trying to do. It had to have been obvious; then again, the girl wasn't catching the hint. An arm was draped over her shoulders and she looked up at him, the corner of her mouth raising in a smirk as she looked back down at the woman, wondering if she was starting to get the hint. There was slight pressure on her shoulders and then a light feeling against her cheek which was barely registered in her mind as a kiss. "Hey babe, ‘bout time you got out of there, I was waiting for a while.”
One eyebrow raised in surprise, though only somewhat, before her face took on its earlier smug expression. She could feel his arm muscle tense slightly and while the thought of elbowing him in the gut had crossed her mind, Helena just stood there. "Sorry, a friend got stuck in a bathroom stall." Jaws dropped all around and she got some pleasure from feeling the surprise coming from the pack of hyenas, but the woman, whom Helena had already dubbed as the lead bitch, recovered quick enough. "Hmph, go figure the freaks would be going out with each other.”
Helena tensed and went to go take a step forward, multitudes of responses coming to her head all at one time. "Freaks? Who the hel-" but she didn't get the rest out as Zane talked over her. "At least we can find someone to be with instead of flirting with every poor guy who has to look at your face.” Helena blinked before a short laugh escaped from her mouth, causing her to dip her head as she continued to giggle, the fits only coming harder when the woman turned around to look at them. Her face was red and the indignant look on her face had returned. "Why you….little….urg!” When Helena looked back up there was a finger pointing at her and the blonde's face went stone cold. Her right hand clenched into a fist and before anyone really saw what was coming she threw a punch. Her front two knuckles connected with the woman's nose, sending her to her ass as blood poured from her now broken nose. "Next time, watch where you're pointing your damn fingers."
"Nice shot babe." Helena smiled again and gave a small shrug, not bothering to comment as she watched the rest of the pack run towards their fallen leader. They stumbled off, tripping over each other in their rush to get away and attempts not to get any blood on their clothing. As soon as they were far enough away Helena felt the pressure ease off of her shoulders and she turned so that she could face Zane, her arms instantly crossing over her chest. "Thank you so much. But please don’t punch me in the face, I was just doing what I thought would get her the way the fastest.”
He spoke quickly and Helena couldn't help but give another laugh as her posture relaxed somewhat. "Don't worry about it. If I was going to hit you then I would have done it earlier." She looked back in the direction that the women had run off before looking at him, "so is it safe to assume that you didn't know them?"
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Post by Zane Sterling on Nov 13, 2010 3:21:16 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] ”Sorry, a friend got stuck in a bathroom stall.” Helena responded, catching onto his acting, she didn’t seem to want to hit him…yet…so he relaxed a little bit as the arguing continued on between himself, Helena, and the hyena-girls and their annoying leader. ”Please don’t tell me you kicked down the door again?” Zane managed to sneak in the question before the silly name calling began. He didn’t realize until after he spoke did he talk over his forming partner in crime, Crap… He spoke in his mind hoping that wouldn’t be the button to turn on him. Fortunately, it seems luck was on his side as she just rolled on with the improvising…by punching the girl in the face. She is better than what I’ve heard. Zane looked down to Helena after she punched the leading girl in the face.
Now he was standing in front of Helena, hoping she would lunge at him for what he did. ”Don’t worry about it. If I was going to hit you then I would have done it earlier.” She spoke, her arms crossed over her chest; she looked to where the group of girls had run off to, and Zane relaxed a bit. ”So is it safe to assume that you didn’t know them?” Helena inquired. Zane nodded, noticing his necklace had fallen from out of his shirt when he was moving; he quickly slide it back under the fabric. ”Indefinitely. I was just sitting here enjoying my cigarette…” He paused to take out the carton he had, he didn’t smoke often; mainly when he was stressed, beyond boredom, or trying to piss someone off; so roughly 2 a week? At most 4. He counted the cancer sticks, he only had one so far this whole week. He looked up to remember the look Helena had given him when she threw the last one; so he stuffed the basically full carton back in his coat pocket. ”And they come to bug me....or try and seduce me, not the type of girl I’m into. All full of themselves with makeup caked on some thick you can see it more than a mile away, and crap like that. Went there once. Never. Again. Worst month ever.” Zane shuddered at remembering. He didn’t realize she was slowly changing into something he wasn’t, surprisingly she dumped him so she would look better; but he wasn’t heartbroken over it, he was one happy camper actually.
Zane stopped talking, realizing he did a lot of that recently, ”So what brings a fellow student out to a club on this night? I never see a lot of fellow students out here, even if it is a weekend.” Zane inquire himself, shifting his weight so he was a little more relaxed in his standing position. He looked around the block that surrounded the club to spot an all-night type of coffee or food place. ”Hey, you wanna go to the place over here? So we aren’t standing in the middle of the sidewalk by the entrance of the club, unless you want to go back in there.” He asked Helena, he didn’t particularly want to go inside the club tonight; frankly he didn’t have any spare cash either after buying his new necklace chain.
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Post by Helena Ackart on Nov 13, 2010 16:19:48 GMT -5
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"Please don’t tell me you kicked down the door again?” Helena bit the inside of her lip and closed her eyes, trying to control the urge to laugh some more at the comment. It was something that she would do, kick stall door open to help a friend, and yet it sounded so ridiculous at the same time. No where near as cool as kicking down a real door. "No worries dear, I didn't kick down a stall door." She put a certain emphasis on "dear" as she spoke, only as if to strengthen the point to the woman before them. Her middle knuckle throbbed slightly and she shook her hand, glancing down and noticing the blood that was on her hand. Hopefully it had come from the woman's nose, as disgusting as that sounded, and not from her hand. She looked around for something to wipe it on, but they were standing outside and Helena was relatively sure that the bouncers wouldn't take kindly to her wiping blood on their black shirts.
So she did what every normal teenager did. She wiped it on her jeans. A dark read smear traveled down her thigh and Helena looked at her hand once again, making note that it had been blood from the woman and not from a split knuckle. That didn't stop it from throbbing in pain however, and with the blood cleared off she placed the knuckle against her mouth, looking back up at Zane as he spoke. "Indefinitely. I was just sitting here enjoying my cigarette…” He trailed off somewhat, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and a look of distaste crossed her features. It was a disgusting habit, even if one didn't do it very often, and while Helena knew she didn't have the right to tell people not to smoke, she wished she did. However, he didn't light up a second one, much to her pleasure.
He described what they had been doing, though that had been rather obvious, and when he mentioned that he had dated a girl like them once before, Helena couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Really now? You dated someone like her?" He didn't look like the type that would even go for a preppy, stuck-up bitch like her, so to say that she was somewhat surprised would have been a true statement. "Well I guess everyone makes some mistakes in their life," she finished with a slight shrug. She reached up and idly fingered the pentacle necklace that hung about her neck, her eyes looking at the people that were passing them by. Annoyance was coming off of some of them, a few because the two of them were just standing there, somewhat in the way, and others because the bouncers had stopped letting people in the club.
"So what brings a fellow student out to a club on this night? I never see a lot of fellow students out here, even if it is a weekend.” She continued to look around them, stepping further against the wall as a particularly burly man walked past, glaring down at her. "I come out here rather often actually, when my 'abilities' allow it anyway. For obvious reasons she wasn't going to talk about the particulars of her abilities while surrounded by their current company. And then Zane came up with a brilliant idea. "Hey, you wanna go to the place over here? So we aren’t standing in the middle of the sidewalk by the entrance of the club, unless you want to go back in there.” Helena looked to where he was talking about and spotted the small cafe. A smile came to her face and she nodded, suddenly having a craving for iced coffee. "Absolutely. I can always go for a caffeine rush in the middle of the night," she answered, slipping her arm around his as she made her way towards the establishment.
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Post by Zane Sterling on Nov 23, 2010 1:55:13 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] Zane sighed, defeated, and nodded, ”Yeah…worst mistake of my life. I didn’t realize till after my sister…” He stopped for a minute to look down, thinking about that right after his sister was taken he realized what a douche he was turning into; but he barely knew the girl Helena, not wanting to gush on his past. ”After some issues, I realized what a idiot she was changing into. So I went back to who I was before, and then came to the school.” Zane summed up the first and only girlfriend he ever had. ”Well I guess everyone makes some mistakes in their life,” Helena shrugged, Zane returned the gesture, and nodded. ”Yes they do.” He agreed. He glanced down to see her shifting with a pentacle necklace that hung around her next, but turned his attention back up so it didn’t seem like he was looking at her chest…well not that she wasn’t bad looking, more the opposite. But not Zane was aiming for, plus she’d probably kill him.
”I come out here rather often actually, when my ‘abilities allow it anyway.” She answered his question after a rather more heavy-set man walked by them, glaring at Helena. Zane wondered why, but didn’t ask. ”I see. Yeah, I can see how that can suck.” Zane stated, getting the point. Being off-campus, you had to hide what you were talking about when concerning your ‘abilities’. He adjusted his standing position since he hasn’t moved for a little, but turned his head back to Helena, as he was looking around the long line of people, and his idea was accepted. ”Absolutely. I can always go for a caffeine rush in the middle of the night.” Helena answered, slipping her arm around his. He smirked and waved his free hand towards the establishment like the gentleman he could act to be. ”Same here, mi’dear. Than shall we go get a caffeine rush and annoy the minds out of anyone who dares be around?” He spoke, trying to act all proper and had sort of a awkward British accent, since he was from Arizona, he didn’t pull it off well at all.
Upon entering the café, Zane whipped out his wallet from his back pocket before Helena could say a word to protest. Stepping up to the counter, Zane spoke simply, ”Venti, Caramel Macchiato, two shots vanilla. And she’ll have…” Zane left the sentence hanging for Helena to order whatever she wanted for the night. Waiting, he glanced around the café to see that it was kinda full, but mainly people were sitting around or just walking in to grab a coffee, a magazine, or something and head back out into the late night. Really only a few tables had one or two people in the booths, but it was practically silent except for the shuffling of papers or the coffee machine roaring to life. Luckily, Zane’s favorite booth was open. It was one of those corner-style ones that wrapped around like one big seat. He would often sit there reading a book, drawing, or just simply people-watching the door as people came and went when he didn’t want to be on the campus. He did often get weird looks from the older people who wandered in; or those preppy girls who wanted coffee while shopping or something of the sort.
Knowing where he was going to drag Helena to sit as soon as the coffees were ready, amazingly the seat in the corner was far off from where the other patrons were sitting, so they could probably talk without lurking ears of the curious. He turned his attention back to the counter, and shifted through his wallet to pull out a couple bills to pay.
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Post by Helena Ackart on Nov 29, 2010 4:26:39 GMT -5
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"Yeah…worst mistake of my life. I didn’t realize till after my sister…” He trailed off and Helena frowned, wondering if he was going to finish off his sentence. Just by the way he looked down she could tell that he wasn't going to finish saying exactly what he had been about to. "After some issues, I realized what a idiot she was changing into. So I went back to who I was before, and then came to the school.” Obviously something had happened to his sister that he didn't want to talk about, but what he didn't know was that Helena was ridiculously stubborn and therefore she would get it out of him one way or another. Maybe not tonight, though she would certainly try too. "Well...at least you went back to being yourself again. I don't know if I'd be wasting my breath talking to you otherwise," she told him, giving him a small wink. No one had ever said she was any good with jokes, but she tried and hopefully he didn't take it personally; not that he seemed like the type of course.
"I see. Yeah, I can see how that can suck.” Helena nodded, turning her head to watch the people walk around them. She didn't have any problems with what her abilities could do, just more the fact that they really got in the way when she was in large crowds, which was half the reason that she avoided them unless it was a good day. She wondered what Zane could do, but there was no point in asking while they were surrounded by a bunch of people who knew nothing about them. If someone did hear them they of course wouldn't believe, but you never knew what they people talked about to their friends, and if it got back to the school that "two crazies had been talking about powers" then all hell would break loose. Wonderful.
"Same here, mi’dear. Than shall we go get a caffeine rush and annoy the minds out of anyone who dares be around?” Helena laughed at the British accent that came from his mouth, and while it wasn't horrible, it wasn't anywhere close to being good. "Of course! Annoying people is exactly what I live for." They entered the coffee shop, which was surprisingly busy considering the time of night, but she shrugged it off. Most of them were either "starved artists" or people trying to sober up before going home to their parents. Helena reached for her wallet when Zane whipped his out first, causing a frown to cross her face. "I'm perfectly capable of paying for myself," she muttered, throwing him a sideways glance before ordering her coffee right after him. "Venti peppermint mocha please."
Their coffee's came relatively quickly and Helena turned, following Zane towards a wrap around booth in the corner. She sat down and took a small sip of her coffee before leaning back, crossing one leg over the other with both hands on her coffee. "Alright spill, what powers do you have?" She had decided just a few moments earlier that she wasn't going to jump right in and start asking about his sister, figuring that starting out small would be a better idea.
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