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The thing is, telepathy and healing are actually pretty big for the plot. All of the characters are. :/

I couldn't help but laugh at his disgruntled, half-asleep expression, even when he shoved half-heartedly at my chest. "You look like a kicked puppy," Was my cheerful reply to his sour expression, watching as he shuffled off into the distance. Well, a few feet away. Whatever.

Jumping up like a Jack-in-the-Box, I danced my way over to the kitchen area, feeling very happy. In fact, as I started searching through our little fridge for one of my ever-elusive yogurts, I began singing a Lady GaGa song under my breath, getting the words wrong every so often, but not really caring. The song was one of her new ones-Applause, perhaps? I could never keep the names straight. "Sebastian, if you want nutrition, take anything you want from in here...Except my yogurt. Touch any of my greek yogurts, and you will die a death so miserable, you'll want to die even as you're dying." The slightly nonsensical threat was interrupted when I began to dig into one of the yogurts themselves, smiling as I continued to dance around. "Yum."

{{The first time I said his name, my Mum was sure I'd said Cucumber. :P 'Benedict Cucumber.'}}

Yay you! Haha

I know, they must be scared off by the four pages of replies. :/ QUICK, EVERYONE, DELETE YOUR POSTS!

Nah, 'm just kidding. ^^

@gentle soul- You're accepted! ^^

@starlight-Alright, cool. ^^

@red-Yeah, hon, you tried out for telekinesis. :P

You're very welcome! ^^

It's absolutely fine, dear. :) Telekinesis is the ability to move things with your mind/eyes, a bit like Matilda, if you're ever read the book. Telepathy is when you can read other's minds, and, in some cases, talk to others using your thoughts. I used to get them mixed up myself. ^^

I burst out laughing at Kyle's accidental drinking of the buttermilk, nearly choking on the mouthful of yogurt I'd just taken. "See! I warned you that would happen!" I crowed triumphantly. "Oh, wait-You are okay, right? Not dying from choking on your own cooking ingredients?" Come on, guys-You have to see the irony in there.

It took me a moment to understand what Sebastian was even talking about. Then, grinning, I shook my head. "Nah, not today. I only have to take three classes this year, and two of them are on the same day, so I have many a free day. Kyle's jealous, I know he is. He just wishes he picked as cool a major as I did."

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"You thought you could escape?"

Avery Dyer was completely, 100% percent normal. He could attest to it, and everyone believed it. He was just another teenaged kid, a bit of a rebel, but still completely normal. That's what he thought, that's what everyone thought.

That was before, of course, he accidentally set his house on fire, killing his entire family in the process. The thing is-He didn't exactly have a tank of gazoline and matches on him when it happened. Believe it or not, he did not have to manually create the flames-Rather, it seemed as if they jumped right from his very hands. The house was up in flames in seconds. There was nothing he could do.

Why he got out unscathed, he didn't know. Disgusted by his newfound, dangerous abilities, and the things he'd just done, albeit by accident, he fled the place where he'd grown up, now only a blackened shell, and fled into the thick woods that surrounded his home, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately for him, his plans to live his entire life out a hermit in the woods is put abruptly to a stop when he runs into a gang of particularly talented teenagers amongst the thick trees of the woods-And meets, for the first time, the stubborn but strong boy known as ______. As it turns out, the entire gang has powers, and is currently on the run from a secret organization known only as 'Academy X' that wants to perform tests on the talented individuals, in order to create an army of superpowered robots with the same abilities as their own to carry out their dirty plans.

Delighted to meet people who are not disgusted by his past, he joins the group in their fight for survival, but soon finds himself wondering whether he should've tagged along in the first place. The Academy has sent out it's best, latest creation to track them down, and they're uncannily good trackers. If that alone isn't enough, they're learning of another organization-The one that may be to fault for the abilities that each individual holds.

And somehow, in the middle of all of this mess, Avery seems to be falling for _____, the leader of their little clan, who, in turn, seems to be falling for someone else in the group-Or so Avery thinks.

But when _____ gets captured, what will happen? Will the gang, Avery included, be able to bust him out with the usual pizzazz the unique group manages to hold, or will they be forced to leave their faithful friend at the hands of the Academy?

One thing's for sure-This new, dangerous world that Avery lives in is slowly destroying him, because, unlike the rest of his friends, he can't live with the things he's done. Rather than strengthening, he's breaking. How long can he hold it together before he crumbles, possibly forever?

{{If you have any questions, feel free to ask. ^^ Just give me some sort of miniform-Your character should be the leader-ish type, but plenty rebellious, of course. ^^ The other gang members can be rped by both on and off, it doesn't really matter. :P}}

"How can you escape your own mind?"

I shrugged, already scraping up the last of my breakfast. I happen to be a very quick eater, thank you very much. "Yeah, but that already happened-So whatever argument you're trying to put up is pretty much invalid." In fact, I was looking forward to future mishaps made by mistaking breakfast foods with cooking ingredients before Kyle finally moved 'em all out and into their own containers.

"My major is in musical education, and I'm minoring in graphic design." When I graduated, in fact, my hopes were to become a choral teacher, either a high school or middle school one. Graphic designing was more of a hobby, but to actually do something with that hobby would be awesome as well. "How about you Sebastian? Something extremely boring and dry, I'm sure."

It's my favorite by Roald Dahl. ^^

Hello and welcome! ^^

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"You thought you could escape?"

Avery Dyer was completely, 100% percent normal. He could attest to it, and everyone believed it. He was just another teenaged kid, a bit of a rebel, but still completely normal. That's what he thought, that's what everyone thought.

That was before, of course, he accidentally set his house on fire, killing his entire family in the process. The thing is-He didn't exactly have a tank of gazoline and matches on him when it happened. Believe it or not, he did not have to manually create the flames-Rather, it seemed as if they jumped right from his very hands. The house was up in flames in seconds. There was nothing he could do.

Why he got out unscathed, he didn't know. Disgusted by his newfound, dangerous abilities, and the things he'd just done, albeit by accident, he fled the place where he'd grown up, now only a blackened shell, and fled into the thick woods that surrounded his home, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately for him, his plans to live his entire life out a hermit in the woods is put abruptly to a stop when he runs into a gang of particularly talented teenagers amongst the thick trees of the woods-And meets, for the first time, the stubborn but strong boy known as ______. As it turns out, the entire gang has powers, and is currently on the run from a secret organization known only as 'Academy X' that wants to perform tests on the talented individuals, in order to create an army of superpowered robots with the same abilities as their own to carry out their dirty plans.

Delighted to meet people who are not disgusted by his past, he joins the group in their fight for survival, but soon finds himself wondering whether he should've tagged along in the first place. The Academy has sent out it's best, latest creation to track them down, and they're uncannily good trackers. If that alone isn't enough, they're learning of another organization-The one that may be to fault for the abilities that each individual holds.

And somehow, in the middle of all of this mess, Avery seems to be falling for _____, the leader of their little clan, who, in turn, seems to be falling for someone else in the group-Or so Avery thinks.

But when _____ gets captured, what will happen? Will the gang, Avery included, be able to bust him out with the usual pizzazz the unique group manages to hold, or will they be forced to leave their faithful friend at the hands of the Academy?

One thing's for sure-This new, dangerous world that Avery lives in is slowly destroying him, because, unlike the rest of his friends, he can't live with the things he's done. Rather than strengthening, he's breaking. How long can he hold it together before he crumbles, possibly forever?

{{If you have any questions, feel free to ask. ^^ Just give me some sort of miniform-Your character should be the leader-ish type, but plenty rebellious, of course. ^^ The other gang members can be rped by both on and off, it doesn't really matter. :P}}

"How can you escape your own mind?"

In all fairness, I haven't read the book in quite some time, I've seen the movie more recently. ^^ And who's to say you're not cool?

Don't worry, I did the same thing. ^^

Of course, consider the spot reserved, my dear!

I made a big show of rolling my eyes, grinning crookedly. "Of course. Psychology. How could I not have guessed?" My words were heavy with sarcasm, of course, and as I walked past the boy, I punched him lightly in the shoulder. To be honest, I'd considered majoring in Psychology. The mental functions of others had always fascinated me, after all, and still does. If I wanted to work for law enforcement of any kind, I'd probably be the one asking questions, or observing suspects-But of course, I'm not on the side of the angels. I'm one of the demons.

"Creativity and drama go hand in hand, and boy, I couldn't go a moment without being a drama queen. Just because you haven't got as much sass in those hips of yours..." As if to make a point, I swung my hips before disappearing into the bathroom with gusto, slamming the door behind me.

Dramatic. Definitely dramatic.

We're starting right before Avery runs into the gang, so I think that means you have to alter when Aubrey's taken and David dies...Other than that, kid, you're golden. ^^

Running. Running, running, and oh yeah-More running.

It just never ended.

Sometimes I got a little break-A grace period, if you will-But it felt like, even then, that I had to keep racing along to stay out of their grasp, to stay as free as I was. Couldn't these people just accept the fact that I wanted to go hermit? Then again, with such a large number of crimes pinned to my name, they surely wouldn't give up until I was found, whether dead or alive.

I mean, I hadn't committed many of the crimes I had against my name, but due to the similar nature of my original 'no-no' and some other cases, the media has decided that I'm responsible for them as well. Go figure. I mean, come on, people-All I've really done is stolen a couple groceries here and there. And accidentally burned down my own house. And, you know, killed my entire family.

Other than that, I'm clean.

It's been a week, roughly, since I last slipped into a town for supplies, and this time, I'm hopefully not going back to civilization-For awhile, anyway. A person can live off of wild blackberries and pond water treated with purification tablets, right? Being a lucky squirt, I managed to find two unused bottles in some clean freak's house-Shh, don't tell.

Even with all of the stuff I've lifted in order to retreat into the backwoods of Maine, my backpack still isn't full. If I wasn't already accustomed to small portions, I probably would've starved or something a long time ago. My entire life can fit in my bag, now, with room to spare-A ratty blanket, which I like to use as a makeshift pillow, one spare change of clothes, one huge plastic water bottle, a couple bags of trail mix, a box of granola bars, a notebook, a few pencils, a teensy handheld sharpener, and a penknife.

At least, I like to think to myself, I don't have to worry about the cold, or the winter, even if it means that getting food might be a bit harder. With elevated body temperatures and an easy source of fire-aka my hands-I'm all set.

I was currently five miles into the woods in some town I didn't know the name of in southern Maine, fighting my way through a particularly thick patch of brambles. "Damn it." I muttered under my breath as yet another branch scraped my cheek, leaving a scratch that was sure to bleed, judging from the intensity of it. Lovely. I just love bleeding all over the place.

By the time I managed to free myself from the seemingly never ending tangle of sharp plants, I'd gained several new nicks and scrapes, my hat had gone askew on my head, and my shirt was tangled nearly completely sideways. After taking a moment to adjust the clothing that should've been washed weeks ago, I continued on my journey, ignoring the dull ache in my feet and legs. I'd grown accustomed to the ache that came from constantly walking, and had grown to accept it. In the beginning, I'd been able to catch rides all over the place, but once my case became more publicly known, I had to go more incognito. Fun.

I could hear squirrels scampering about overhead, chattering a mile a minute, while birds chirped happily back and forth. It was a very nice day for October, which was usually quite cold and a bit dull for around here. Taking a deep breath, I finally allowed myself a short rest, leaning up against a particularly tall, thick oak tree. I closed my eyes for a few moments, letting them rest as well, and when I opened them again, I was surprised to see another pair looking back at me.

I immediately turned on my heel, ready to sprint away into the wilderness-Maybe back into the brambles-Only to see another person. Oh, f*ck. "Who are you?" I demanded, noticing even more people. I whipped the penknife out of my pocket, brandishing it like it was more dangerous than it looked. "You're a part of them, aren't yah? The FBI. CIA. Whichever." Funny, they didn't look much like officers. Quite the opposite, actually. But you never know. "Stay back, or I f*cking swear..."

{{Eh, this could've been better. :P}}

@starlight-Accepted! OMG A WE THE KINGS FAN, I THINK I JUST DIED. LIKE, SERIOUSLY.

Okay, cupcake it is, lol. ^^ I just have a habit of calling everyone 'dear,' I dunno why...

I like how when I'm off for an hour, I come back to find conversations about Disney and Pixar movies. xD And Teen Wolf, apparently. :P

The thread will be posted soon! Yay! Everyone do a happy dance!

All that could be heard from behind the closed door of the bathroom was a low, loud, resounding laugh that echoed strangely in the dorm that lacked nothing but space. Sometimes, you let life do as it well, but at other times, you've just got to take it by the balls and do what you want. Like mixing baking soda in with the sugar that only Kyle used, because I didn't like sugar in much of anything. Like coffee. Black coffee for the win.

A few minutes later, I opened the door a crack, looking cautiously around. Even when sleep-deprived--Especially when sleep-deprived--Kyle was prone to getting revenge, just as I was. In the mornings, he was even more reckless about it than usual. "If you've somehow managed to harm yourself with my baking soda/sugar concoction, it's not my fault!" I decided to squeak, for good measure.

{{Babies. How reasonable.}}

Oh. My. Chocolate and vanilla icecream sundae deluxe with double bananas, whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry on top.

I feel like I should be crying right now.

Right, so, you're an absolutely fantabulous writer, aaaaaaaand...Yeah, that's about it. We're going to start right before Avery first meets up with the gang-Which is perfect, btw, no need to change it-But I'm not going to post it until tomorrow, 'cause this ginger is tired. :P It's half past eleven on a school night, and I have a test first thing, shame on me~

{{cussing is absolutely fine, I use 'potty words' all the time. ^^}}