New Life, New Adventure {o}

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Violet eyes stared back at the small blonde from the mirror in the girl’s room. “This is bloody insane,” She muttered as she shook her head lightly. Never before had she attempted something so daring, something so off the wall. Braving the streets of London, fists swinging, with her family had been day to day life. Running her mouth off to people she shouldn’t be? No problem. Nicking something from a stand outside or the pocket of a wealthy citizen? Child’s play. This however, this was something completely different for the street rat. This was much more challenging. In just a few minutes she was about to be faced with a school dance. The horror of it all.

Glancing down at herself she felt utterly ridiculous. Far outside of her comfort zone of jeans and a hoodie she had been dressed like this, well save the shoes. She wore a black dress which fell somewhere between mid-thigh and her knees. It held an elegant rose like design in silver thread around her waist with a slight ruffle for the fabric covering her sweet heat neckline. Of course it didn’t have sleeves and showed off her still developing figure to its fullest. This is what she got for letting her sister pick her dress out. At least Roxanna was somewhat comfortable with her converse on instead of heels and the purple stone that hung around her neck, bringing out the color of her eyes.

Giving another sigh Roxanna pulled her hair back into a slightly messy French braid. At least she knew her braid looked somewhat good and showed over her adorable skull earrings. Setting her hands on her hips she looked herself over once. She wasn’t sure how to feel, it most certainly wasn’t the rough and tough appearance she was used to. Roxi was just about ready to call it a night when her sister’s excited, high strong voice echoed in her ears. Of course she had to go. Her sister was forcing her to. Not to mention she did have a certain bloke that would hopefully be waiting around for her. Just the thought of a bloke actually being interested made her nervous.

Shaking her hands out, Roxi didn’t waste another minute and forced her small frame out the door of her dorm. She blocked out all of her thoughts as she walked down the gym and let the silly fears run away from her. The exact same way she went into a fight. Clear head and focused on one intent. It hardly mattered that this intent was just getting to the gym. Just a few more moments and she was at the gym door, she could hear the ‘popular’ music on the other side of the door. If only her sister had been here now to push her through. It didn’t matter, she was a big girl and could do it herself. Pushing her way through the entrance she quickly found a wall to lean against as she surveyed the scene.

Bright banners and balloons coated the place she usually found most relaxing. Relaxing being a place she could let loose and get some aggression out. Her violet eyes bounced from the decorations to the food stand, lingering there for a moment. Sadly, she saw the prices as she could almost feel her stomach sag in disappointment with the rest of her. Her gaze continued to roam until she locked on the mod of students in the center. Blinking once she tried to pick out the different colors of the auras in the crowd. The obvious mood of bliss, lust, anxious, and ecstatic. Rolling her eyes she looked at her feet which were promptly crossed as she put most of her weight against the wall. “Wazzocks…” She muttered, shaking her head lightly as she looked around for someone who wasn't a dancing fool to talk with.

[Stephen Paulinski]

     Well, this night is just the fu---n’ tops, Stephen thought sarcastically as he walked through the auditorium, with his hands in his pockets and his head down. Nothing had gone right for him tonight. He had his heart twisted by a girl he used to have a big crush on, and he was pretty sure he ruined the night of one of the sweetest girls Stephen had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

     This was definitely not Stephen’s night. He was alone. He had no friends, the one girl he talked to turned out to be a manipulative bitch, and right now, Stephen did not feel like he was much better.

     Maybe Camila and I have more in common than I thought, Stephen thought with a dark chuckle. An hour ago, he would have been ecstatic that he had found similarities between Camila and himself. That ship had sailed, now. Stephen was over Camila more than Kim Kardashian was over Kris Humphries after their 72 hour marriage.

     Stephen was done. He was fed up with people. Every interaction he had tonight went horribly wrong. Right now, Stephen just felt like walking out of the gym, going to his room, and staying in his bed for a few days.

     Deep down, Stephen still hoped that he could salvage the night. He desperately wanted to make a friend, but with everything that had happened tonight, he was not confident.

     Stephen was confused and angry with himself. He knew something was wrong with him. He did get angry easily, but never on the magnitude he had tonight. He had always had an easy time making friends, but ever since he got here, Stephen felt like he had the word “jackass” tattooed to his forehead, warning people to stay away from him.

     Stephen did not have the energy to walk back to his dorm. Besides, he was sure he would get lost again, and he was not in the mood to find his way back. Stephen also did not want to interact with anyone else tonight. He was tired of getting mad at people or people getting mad at him. So, with a deep sigh, Stephen leaned against the gym wall with his arms crossed, sliding to the floor.

     Stephen sat against the wall, moving his eyes along the ground. He kept scanning the floor until he saw a strange sight: converse shoes. Stephen, half-curious to see who was attached to them, raised his head slightly.

     The girl looked extremely unhappy and bored. Her blond hair was tied back in a braid, and her violet eyes were scanning the crowd. I guess she’s one of those “too cool for school types”, Stephen thought as he tried to figure out her clothing choices. The black dress and purple amulet were normal. The converse and skull earrings, not so much.

     The girl must have felt Stephen’s eyes on her. She turned to look at him. Oh, great, Stephen thought sadly. A moment passed before Stephen came to the realization of, What the hell? It can’t get any worse, can it?

     Stephen gave the girl a small nod of recognition. As an afterthought, he simply said, “Hey.”

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Kiya had been proud of what she had found for her sister, but herself? It took her a bit longer. She had looked for something cute yet sexy for Roxanna, but for her? She wanted something more on the sexy side. What she had come up with after hours of looking was perfect. What she found was a tight fitting, lacy dress with a splash of red on it. Was it her? Of course it was! Was she going to wear heels with it? Hell no! Boots, boots were the way to go for her! She didn't even know how to look at heels without thinking about how hard they would be to move around in. So what was she putting on? Her trusty combat boots!

She smiled to herself as she stepped out of her dorm room, walking confidently through the halls, her boots clapping against the floor as she hummed to herself. She hadn't originally planned on going to the dance, crowds that big weren't really her thing, but her sister had shown interest so she figured, why not? Turn it into something that just the two of them could do. She was normally wrapped up doing things, so hanging out with her sister was always a nice thing to do.

She stepped into the building, blinking at the changes that had been done. She was used to coming here for sparring matches and beating the instructors who thought they'd get past her martial arts with a new form that she hadn't seen before. They never did but that was beside the point. The point was that the gym was nothing how it normally was. It was an alright change in her opinion. At least it no longer smelled like sweat and blood, then again maybe that was only her 'training sessions'.

She spotted her sister almost instantly, being the two girls at the dance who had the oddest footwear for a dance made it easy though. She smiled as she worked her way over to her, smirking as she heard a slap or two and scolding as she drew the attention of some of the girl's dates. She stepped up next to her sister, leaning against the wall casually with a smile and was just about to say hello before she was cut off by another voice, blinking as she turned to it she tilted her head. Why...were his sleeves charred? What had he done to do such a thing!

"What the bloody hell happened to your sleeves? It looks like your arms burst into flames or something!"

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The dress!!!

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As violet eyes roamed around the gym she let out a slight sigh of frustration. Roxi didn’t know anyone here and she wasn’t the best at making mates. After all, for most of her life she just worried about where the food was coming from, what she could filch, and how her family was doing. Mates weren’t the highest priority and it was coming back to bite her. The outstanding amount of auras in front of her weren’t helping a thing as she shook her head lightly, her eyes roaming off to the side of her. To Roxanna’s surprise she spotted someone looking at her.

A bloke was staring at her from only a few feet away, leaning against the wall much like herself. Normally she’d start to get flustered and let her anger slip out of her lips but something was wrong. Her eyes focused on the space around him deciphering the mixing colors. There was clearly anger boiling under it all but also depression and the striking color of betrayal present. A small frown worked its way onto her lips before her eyes slid from the colors surrounding him to look to his face. Roxi hardly caught the head nod, returning one of her own as her eyebrows pulled together for a moment seeing the shift in colors again.

She wouldn’t get a chance to say anything before sister appeared at her side. Having been so engaged at watching his aura shift she hadn’t noticed her sister come to her side, “Bollocks! You scared me, Ky!” Roxi said, shaking her head lightly as she looked to her fiery sister for a moment. Her violet eyes dropped down her sister’s body as she evaluated her dress. Sexy was the best word to describe it. The black lace flowing over the tight red dress. The two sisters took after their mother in looks, one took after her in style as well. A smile grew on her lips as she greeted her sister, feeling much better already, “‘Ello Kyky, took you long enugh to get here.” 

That moment of observation only lasted a few seconds before Roxi took to actually looking at the bloke a few feet away, it seemed his sleeves were pretty damaged. Wasteful of the suit on his part, you shouldn’t ruin something as nice as a suit. “What the bloody hell has you so gutted?” Roxi called over to the boy, her British accent as clear as her slang as she confronted him about his aura. Though, it might seem a bit out of the blue but he was upset enough for it to peak through visibly, he didn’t need to know she could tell of his emotions right now.

[Stephen Paulinski]

     After Stephen had given the girl a nod, he put his head in his hands and let out a small sigh of frustration. Why did this night have to suck so much? Why did he suddenly have such terrible luck?

     Stephen mulled over what had happened tonight. Camila, a girl he had learned to care for, showed her true colors. She did not care for him or his feelings. Instead, she decided to make him blow up and make a spectacle of himself. Camila’s face materialized in his mind’s eye. Her expression was pained, full of regret. Maybe she did not mean to hurt him after all…

     No. Stephen shook his head. He remembered all of the other times he tried to be nice to her and she either blew him off or insulted him. She was not worth it. He repeated this to himself, over and over again. He thought of how mad she made him, how she did nothing but cause him pain. He thought about when he healed her, the look in her eyes when she saw how painful his powers were…

     Stephen shook his head again. He could not afford to think this way. He needed to forget about her, unless he wanted to set something important on fire.

     "What the bloody hell happened to your sleeves? It looks like your arms burst into flames or something!"

     “Hm?” Stephen lifted his head at the sound of the new arrival’s voice. She looked a bit like the girl with the skull earrings, down to the violet eyes, blond hair, and strange choice of footwear.

     “Bollocks! You scared me, Ky!”

     So if the two were not related, they were at least quite familiar with each other. The girl with the skull earrings turned to Stephen. “What the bloody hell has you so gutted?”

     A look of confusion briefly crossed Stephen’s face. The girl was not using any slang he was familiar with. Then again, Stephen was not very familiar with slang, so, for all he knew, all of the cool kids were talking like her.

     Stephen let the girl’s voice process in his head. She was definitely English or Australian. He guessed that the terminology she was using was a complicated way to ask how he was feeling. Stephen cleared his throat absentmindedly before speaking to the girls. “I-I’m fine. I-it’s just been a day, that’s all.”

     Stephen tugged on his singed jacket sleeves. “And, yeah,” Stephen continued with a small chuckle, “my arms did actually burst into flames. It is the curse that is my powers.”

     Stephen felt like he had nothing to lose. He might as well stay and try and make some friends before the night was over. He stood up with a sigh and turned to the two girls. “Anyway,” Stephen said, with a half-hearted friendly smile, “Enough about me. How are you two ladies doing tonight?”

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Kiya couldn't help but smile at her sister, letting out a light giggle at the fact that she had startled her. She smiled a little at the boy before them as he spoke, nudging her sister teasingly at the fact that she had startled her. Nothing more had to be said, the two were close enough that they knew when they were teasing each other. She tilted her head as the boy before them stated that his arms really had burst into flames, that meant he was a fire manipulator or user. That was good to know if she ever had to fight him for one reason or another.

Which was likely knowing how Kiya was when it came to fighting.

She smiled at him none the less as he switched to a different, asking rather politely how they were doing. It was odd being called a lady, seeing as she saw herself as being far from one. She was fairly aggressive for a lady, and got into fights a lot of the time. She laughed lightly at this thought, shaking her head a little before looking back at the boy before her. "What's with the formality? Were we not informed that this dance was formal? If it was then I think I wore the wrong kind of bloody dress." She smiled at him teasingly before moving on.

"Other than the over abundance of flirts I'm doing alright, how about yourself? She asked, shifting her weight casually, keeping her friendly smile as she spoke. That was Kiya after all, always smiling and always friendly, until you pissed her off or threatened her family, but she didn't see the boy before her as a threat at all.