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    [shadow=Black,left]Kaiya Rose Yasminè[/shadow]
    age: 17
    power: move stuff with mind
    traits:
    Calm
    Stubborn
    Playful
    Weird
    Curious
    Innocent (like really, really innocent. Menatally and physically)

    oh my god. i can't choose between two of my characters! help me!


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    mm yes. where should we start?




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    same dorm. could you start?




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 350px; color: black;] I twisted the key in my hand as the other hand held my luggage. My eyes scanned the dorm door excitedly. I can't believe I was actually here. My mom had told me all about this school, and I was really excited about it. She stated that it would help me get more 'in-touch' with my powers. Meaning, I would learn how to use them. After all this time -nine years to be exact- I could finally learn how to control my powers.


    I could still remember how I discovered I was different as if it was yesterday.

    I was nine years old, and had just watched a super-hero movie. Me, being curious to see if I could do the same focused my eyes on a doll. I focused it on it for a long time. Right when I was about to come up with the conclusion that I was normal. The doll flinched, and thats how. For about a year I hid my powers, because I wasn't good at controling them. Until one day I got mad and my eyes simply flickered towards the T.V. The television then swung to the other side of the room, and crashed into the wall. My mom -who was standing right beside me- almost pissed her pants. She took me to doctors because she thought I was crazy.


    A laugh escaped my mouth as I remembered my mom's face. Of course now she was used to it.


    Noticing I was just staring at the door, I popped the key in. The satisfying click of the door unlocking filled my ears. I took the key out of the door handle and placed it in my pocket. My hand twisted the handle, and opened the door. I wonder if I have a roommate?


    ''Hello?'' I called out.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 20px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]sorry if i'm confusing because i switch fancies a lot. sorry. [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]it was twelve thirty seven exactly. i had always been a fan of preciseness. everything i had was exact, and organized. when i was a kid, they thought i had ocd, a minor case of it. but as i grew older, they knew. well, i knew. everything about everything. it came quite suddenly. i woke up one day and could answer exactly every single question someone asked. it didn't matter that the day before, i sucked at science, failing a simple sixth grade science class, i could recite the periodic table and knew everything about quantum physics.
    then weird stuff started happening. i could tell what people were thinking. i could hear their conversations from across the room, even if there were listening. it's like i could put myself in their body. and then i could tell what was about to happen right before it happened. i could tell when people were about to die. i knew people's stories before i even talked to them.
    i took my glasses off and rubbed the heals of my hands into my eyes. i had been staring at my laptop for the past hour. the time i was supposed to check in was twelve thirty-five, two minutes ago. but i hate my parents. not the usual "oh my god. i hate my parents! they won't let me go to a party!" the kind where i would spit on their grave after i brutally murdered them. after all, they tried to kill me. i push my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose.
    just then, the door swung open. i spun around on my desk chair, and looked by roommate up and down, smiling. her name was kaiya, or at least that was the name she called herself. it was racing through her head. different ways she could introduce herself to me. she seemed....almost nervous.
    "nice to meet you, kaiya. i'm stewart."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 350px; color: black;] (haha it's perfectly fine. I probably wouldn't notice)


    I saw my roommate with a laptop in his lap. I looked at him, was I supposed to have a male room-mate? I mean I wasn't complaining because he seemed like a nice guy.


    I would just think that they would pair me up with a girl. It might be pretty awakward changing, and doing my girl things with him. My eyes scanned his features. Wow, he was cute. Ugh, now it's going to be hard just to do anything around him. Great. I can already just sense how much I'm going to embarras myself in front of him.


    I realized I hadn't said anything yet. Now, how do I introduce myself? Should I say ''Hi, I'm Kaiya''? No, to bland. How about ''Hey-''.


    I suddenly snapped out of thoughts when he started to speak. Ok, well now I didn't have to introduce myself. That just made my life much easier.


    Wait did he just say my name? How did he know my name? Did I just say all that stuff out-loud or something? Wow that's embarrasing. I noticed I had been staring at him. My cheeks tinted pink a little, and I forgot about him knowing my name.


    ''Oh, sorry!'' I apologized nervously ''Nice to meet you'' I put on my friendliest smile.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 50px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]if i made a group thread out of this, like an academy for 'special' kids, would you join? maybe we could co-own it? also, i was thinking their dorms look something like this and this only with queen sized beds and a small kitchen.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]"nice to meet you too." i smile. she is quite pretty. it's surprising that the administration put me in a dorm with a girl. then again, in a place like this, it might be by power, not gender. it made sense. sort of. if we had similar powers, we might be able to help each other out. "so what are your 'special talents'?" i ask, quoting my fingers around 'special talents.' i close my laptop and put it on my desk. as i stand up to sit down on my bed, i notice that i'm quite a bit taller than her. i stand at about six feet, two inches. she's probably around five' six", five' seven", five' eight".
    when i sit down, i glance up at my wall. the bookshelves above my bed are lined with comics, mostly batman, all dc. i'm the biggest geek you'll ever meet. along with that, my wall is covered with batman, nirvana, arctic monkeys and lorde posters. my taste in music is a bit.....different. not your classic rap songs and electronic music most guys my age listen to. i don't bother with that crap. as for pop music, it's all the same. i have yet to put up the rest. i my suitcase, i still have rolled up bastille, hole and the xx posters.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 350px; color: black;] (Yes! I would totally join it!)


    ''Oh, I can move stuff with mind...'' I started. ''But... I'm not very good at controlling it'' I ended sheepishly looking at the ground. I watched as he stood up, and walked over to his bed. He was actually really tall. I know he would tower over my five, six figure. He was so tall I'm pretty sure I would actually have to look up. Hmm, and here I thought no one was taller then my father. He certainly proved me wrong.


    ''So, what's your 'special talent'.'' I asked biting my lip nervously.


    I would guess it was something having to do with reading minds. Since, he knew my name without even asking me. If he could read my mind then I would defiently have to watch what I think. I certaintly didn't want him to know that I thought he was cute, or some of my other secrets.


    My eyes scanned around the room and looked over all of his batman posters. I also noticed the comics on the bed. Wow, I didn't think of him as the 'nerdy type'. He looked like a 'jock', but with his looks I would label him as the 'hot nerd'.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 50px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]do you maybe wanna co-own one? that might be kinda fun. you seem like an amazing writer, and obviously have some basic coding skills.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]"well, i'm telepathic, that's how i knew your name. i also have minor clairvoyance, meaning i can see anywhere from an hour to currently only a few days into the future, and i'm a super genius. i know everything about everything. literally." i say, reaching down to my backpack. i pull out my notebook and pencil. i write a lot. mostly poetry. it helps block out all the noise. most people think that telepathy is all fun and games, i can hear people thoughts. i know what they think about me. but there's two problems with that. the first is that you hear everyone's thoughts. constantly. there are days when it's so overwhelming that i can't even hear myself think. it's like having voices in your head, but it's worse because you know they're real.
    the second problem is that i can hear everybody's thoughts. constantly. when you walk by a group of girls and they're thinking about how much of a looser or a weirdo or a nerd you are, it takes your self-esteem down a few notches.
    i can block thoughts out most of the time. i'm lying. most of the time i have no control over who and when i hear. but i've been able to control what thoughts i hear with this girl, kaiya. maybe it has something to do with our powers being similar. i don't know.
    i shove my black notebook and favorite pen, an old fountain pen, under my pillow. they sleep there.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 350px; color: black;] (I would love to co-own it, and thank you for the compliment. Today though I am not doing my best. Usually I write more... Eh. It will be better tommrow)



    "Wow" is all the I could say.


    He had so many fascinating powers. It made me feel kind of shy about mine. I watched as he got out his notebook, and a -very cool looking- pen. I watched curiously as he wrote in it. He was a writer too? This guy is so interesting. I bet whatever he was currently jotting down was very intresting. I would ask to read it, but that would be passing my boundaries. I mean.. I just meet him. I don't want him to think that he has no privacy around me.


    I looked around the dorm again. This time paying more closer attention to everything. The posters he had on the wall really interested me. Some of the muscians I was actually quite fond of. What really surprised me was that he listened to Arctic Monkeys.


    Not many of my friends listened to them. Actually, none of them did.


    "It must be really cool to be able to see the future, and read minds" I said a bit quietly still studying the room. I met his gaze once more.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 50px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]awesome! so i was thinking that i make a first post, but make it private for everyone but us, and then we can both contribute ideas etc.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]"it actually kind of sucks. think about it. it's the scariest thing in the world to know the future. your bestfriend could die the next day, and you would be the only one to know. and no one would believe you because you're talking about having special powers that let you see the future. everybody thinks you're crazy until it comes true and then everybody really thinks you're crazy." i start. i had no idea that i had let my eyes wander down to her shoes as they moved. she seemed nervous. did i make her nervous? i didn't want to read her mind again, it felt like i was invading her privacy. i had already done it twice since she arrived thirteen minutes ago. wow, had it already been thirteen minutes? anyway, once to find her name and once when she talked about the arctic monkeys. my favorite band. and i didn't realized that my eyes had gone blank.
    i shook my head out of the trance. "having a lot of power is terrifying. anyway, arctic monkeys? can i put some on?" i say, smiling and raising my eyebrows. she was beautiful, really. soft, full lips. stunning green eyes. nearly flawless skin. but she did have her flaws. i personally don't like girls who are perfect. if you're perfect, it almost makes you...inhuman. i have enough in my life that's inhuman. this girl wasn't perfect. but she wasn't flawful. she was special. i'm glad that she can't hear my thoughts.
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    I listened to how he explained his powers. He made them sound, a little intimidating. I nodded silently.


    "That's pretty scary. I surely wouldn't want to know when my bestfriend died..." I said thinking about it. Thou since you know how and when, you could stop it. Right? But what if you couldnt? Your bestfriend has just died, and you knew she was. You could have done something. Though you also kind of couldn't. I could never live my life knowing that.


    I noticed he had asked me if he could play arctic monkeys. Did he hear what I was thinking? Duh, I mean he could read minds, but has he been listening the whole time? Oh my! Relization hit me as I noticed he had probably heard the things I said about him.


    My whole face turned bright red. I was to afraid to ask if he did hear. Actually I was to embarrased to even pronounce a word. I simply nodded at his question instead.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 50px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]ohmygod. i'm so sorry i didn't even know that i didn't reply to this i'm so stupid. and you can make the thread bc i just did and then my computer decided to be a b*tch and shut down right when i was about to post it. ugh. i'm also think of making stewart from another country. if i do, do you prefer england or australia?[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]she's hiding something. you don't need to be able to read minds to know that. you just have to know i can read minds. after she realized that i could have been listening to every single thought that raced through her mind, she got nervous and began to blush furiously. i smirk to myself, unconsciously hoping that she doesn't notice it. i don't know why, but i really hope that she'll like me, and it's not just because she's my roommate. there's something different about her.
    i stand reach down to the floor where i had previously placed my laptop and put on the am album on shuffle. how ironic. i wanna be yours comes on. i smile, and re-open my browser with my tumblr dashboard which is where i spend ninety-nine point nine percent of the time when i should be doing school work or something. but for now, i'm leaving my anti-social ways to engage with this rather attractive, and interesting female human being. which rarely happens.
    i don't really know how to navigate the female human. it's a rather complicated sup species. i wouldn't get into it now. anyway, i set my laptop to the side, as well as my note book and pen. thoughts race through my head of what would happen this year. judging by her taste of music, this girl would be quite fun to room with. anyone who listens to arctic monkeys is automatically a better and more interesting human being than everyone else. i'm going to like this girl.
    no, stewart you can't start liking this girl like that literally twenty to thirty minutes after you meet her. that is physically impossible. after all, you don't believe in love at first sight.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: avenir; text-align: justify; width: 350px; color: black;] (Hahaha it's perfectly fine hun, I can make it! {i hate when my f*ckin computer does that like omg }ohhh australlia! There accents are just so hottt)
    I really hoped he was not looking at my blush. Oh, who was I kidding of course he noticed it! How do I always manage to embarrass myself in front of people. Luck was just never on my side. Whenever I needed it, it was never there. I swear I'm always trying to be a good person. Always -tring- to get all A's, obeying my mom, and all of the other crap. Now everybody thinks I'm a sweetheart.


    Though right now I'm not sure about my true self. Am I really the 'goodie two shoes' that I am? Or, is it that I have been acting like a sweetie my whole life up to the point to where I don't really know who I am anymore?


    Because if I am a 'sweet-heart' then why is karma against me? Sometimes I wonder if I am just hiding in a mask....


    Wait, this is way too deep. Of course I'm a a sweet heart. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a song play. I let it soak in before I realized what was playing. If my face could get any redder, then it just did.


    ''I- I um...'' I stuttered trying to get the words out my mouth. My eyes closed tight and I resisted the urge to slap myself. Why am I embarrasing myself so much today?


    ''I'm going to go unpack my stuff'' I finshed a little quieter.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 20px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]thanks! i'm gonna make him from perth, australia. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]kaiya is so adorably awkward. she blushed so hard when the song came on. i don't know what it is about it that made her blush.
    you call the shots, babe. i just wanna be yours.
    it's literally taking all of my will power not to read her mind and find out what all the beautiful thoughts racing through it are. i wonder what she thinks of me. of course, you know what i think of her. she's beautiful and funny and interesting and not to mention her taste in music.
    she says something about unpacking her stuff, and i just simply nod.
    i glance out the window, rain coming down fairly heavy. i've always loved the rain. for one, it gives me an excuse to stay inside on the internet all day. but i've always loved the sound it makes when the rain hits the cement. and the patterns it leaves on my bedroom window. unfortunately, it almost never rained in perth. but here, in seattle [they shall now live in seattle], it rains pretty much at least once a week if not more.
    kaiya seems finished with her unpacking, seeing as her suitcase(s) is empty. "[color=black]do you wanna watch a movie?    " i ask, gesturing to a tv they have provided us with.
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    I had gotten done putting up my stuff. I didn't unpack everything (aka. under garments) because I didn't want him to see them. Later on I know he will see them, but not right now. I zipped up my suit case and put it by my nicely made bed. I looked at the bed, it was much fancier then the one I had at home. This whole room was fancier then anything I had actually.


    I looked at stewart. God, how was it possible for someone to be so attractive. He looked like he had natural muscles. I slightly wonder if he had abs....


    No stop Kaiya. Stop now. Mom would frown upon the thoughts I was thinking. I was supposed to be innocent. Plus, He probably knows what I am thinking so I need to stop. Before he can confront me about my thoughts. I cleared my throat and looked away when I noticed he had asked me to watch a movie. Hopefully he didn't see me staring at him, and I wasn't blushing too hard.

    ''Sure'' I responded to his question while biting my lip nervously.

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 20px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]i changed like everything on my profile because i'm teen wolf as f*ck.[/fancypost]
    [align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][size=7pt]roleplaying. thinking. "speaking" reading minds
    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; bgcolor=transparent; height: 200px; width: 200px; font-family: bookman oldstyle; color: white; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; text-transform: lowercase;]okay, i can't help this sh*t anymore. i let myself read into her thoughts for a split second and well...I didn't unpack everything (aka. under garments) because I didn't want him to see them. Later on I know he will see them, but not right now. i instantly burst into laughter. i try to calm myself down, but for some reason, that single thought i pulled out of kaiya's mind made me laugh that hard. and then suddenly i feel guilty for once again invading her privacy.
    "i'm sorry, i really should stop reading people's mind's all the time." i say, smirking and with a slight laugh. oh jesus, she's going to never trust me. god, stewart, why do you have to ruin literally everything?
    "[color=black]anyway, what movie do you wanna watch?
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