Inspecting the school

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His gaze shifted out the window, taking in the landscape again. "Nice place to be forgotten in, anyway." He doubted that was the entire story, but he could respect her reluctance to regale him with her life story.

He laughed at her impassive denial of uniqueness, lifeless eyes still carefully skirting her gaze. "Possibly the least convincing thing I've heard all week," he mused, tucking a stray strand of hair back into his hat. "Fair enough. You don't ask me about these," - he ran a finger down a thin groove in his cheek - "and I won't ask you about... whatever it is that has you up here." He tucked his hands into his back pockets, inclined his head towards the small girl. "Deal?"
 
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“Maybe I guess.” She said half heartedly agreeing the winged stranger. “It’s still just a prison, a prison with golden bars and marble floors...”

Alex just laughed as he called her out on the lies. “C’mon you weren’t even the least bit convinced by it? She asked slyly, “I mean I thought it was pretty plausible…” she added before trailing off, turning her attention to the sun finally breaking on the horizon and was for a moment taken by the beauty of the sun lighting the water in a gilded orange glow of the water. Golden bar was all she could think of as before turning her attention back to the winged guy. “Oh what?” she said at first not sure how she was going answer him. “Yeah deal that seems fair enough.” Of course if she ever really got curious about him she could just poke around in his mind for a minute or so, but she really didn’t care that much at the moment.

“So…” She said trying to figure out a way to break the conversation emphasis they were at and loosen some of the tension. “How long have you been here at the school?”
 
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He frowned almost imperceptibly, the thought entering his mind for the first time that there might be people at the school who didn't see it as the chance for freedom that he considered it to be. The way he'd grown up, it was like a dream come true; he forgot that many of the other students had been dumped here by scared parents.

He grinned, shrugging in acceptance. "Plausible, maybe, but you've got to emote. Put a bit of conviction into it." He followed her gaze to the horizon, lapsing into silence for a few moments as he watched the sun rise over the water. Judging from the girl's face, the sight wasn't as pleasant to her as it was to him; there was a touch of resentment to her expression as she stared out the window.

"Got here yesterday morning," he answered, gaze shifting back from the window and landing somewhere in the middle distance, unfocused and listless. "I was in... meetings all yesterday, so I wasn't able to figure out where things are. Thought I'd do it today." He fingered the map in his pocket, his plans suddenly remembered. "How long have you been a prisoner of this gilded cage?"
 
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“I’ll keep that in mind,” Alex giggled in a suitably non-masculine way that embarrassed her immediately after doing it. God you’re such a girl now, she told herself ruefully. “I guess acting isn’t really my thing. I should probably forget thinking about going out for a part next time the school has a play.” She glanced down and to the right, towards the girls’ dorms, she couldn’t see her room but she could already see lights turning on. Some of the girls must be getting up right now.

“Me?” She asked as she thought back to how when she first got here, it was just a few months after the incident with the doctor. “A few weeks before the school year started.” That seemed like so long ago to Alex, she couldn’t help but think about how much she changed, to including the obvious but how much she has gotten used to her plight. Four months ago she couldn’t even look at herself in the shower and refused to acknowledge anything was different about her. Now she is giggling like an idiot and wearing pink tights, life was funny like that she concluded.
 
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Galen fought back a smile, unable to miss the way she'd winced at the sound of her own laughter. She seemed... embarrassed with herself, although he had no idea why. It amused him, seeing the tiny pink girl get embarrassed over a giggle.

"So you've been here... four months, something like that?" He'd gone back to the window, and was back to resting his chin on his arms and watching the first few early-riser students as they threaded to the cafeteria. "And already so sick of it here?" He guessed her age to be around fifteen or sixteen, despite her height; which meant she would be here for at least another two years. He felt bad for her, remembered what it was like to have no control over his life.

"What do you do, anyway?" He asked without turning, eyes still trained on the grounds below him. "What was it that got you sent here?"
 
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“Yeah,” Alex nodded. “Four months sounds about right, or probably closer to five. You kinda lose track of time here I guess.” She grinned while it was true that she wasn’t counting the days she did have certain biological functions she unfortunately had to deal with now that made it easier to count the months. “Yeah I’m guess I am already sick of it here. You know what they say you should never visit places on the off season.” Alex did have to concede though she bet this place was spectacular in the summer, she wouldn’t know for sure of course a she had only been here threw the fall and winter so far.

She paused for a second unsure how to answer the question about what she does. After all she had been through this a half dozen times before. She would tell someone she is a psychic and they immediately start thinking about their deepest darkest secrets and she can’t help but pick up on them, or they start thinking about sex, or her naked, or all of the above. It’s like some sort of knee jerk reaction that people have she figured. So she decided it would be best to omit the mind reading part.

“Well,” She said absent mindedly as shifted her body towards so she could see her shoes lying on the inside at the foot of the window. Outstretching her hand she concentrated for a few beats and her shoe came slowly floating up into the air until she had it hovering in front of her chest. “I do this,” she finally said glancing over at him. “It’s pretty much what got me sent out here…” She trailed off still unsure if she should had the involuntary gender change, she wasn’t sure what he would think of it, and well it is kind of embarrassing for her and she really didn’t like to think about it. “What about you?” She finally said to change the subject. “Those wings there only for looks?”
 
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Galen nodded, although he wasn't sure she could see him from where she was sitting. Chances were he would still be at this place during the summer - it wasn't like he had somewhere else to go. He lapsed into silence, eyes unfocused, trying to figure out what he would do when school let out. He'd have to get a job, that was for certain. But who would hire him? He had to admit his appearance had a tendency to frighten small children.

After a few minutes of brooding he pushed the thought from his mind, trying to focus his attention on the scene out the window instead. He didn't like thinking about the future; he'd deal with it when it came.

He shifted his gaze over to the girl, watching blankly as she held out her arm. When the shoe began to hover he quickly perked up, momentarily abandoning his post at the window to watch. The only powers he'd ever actually witnessed were his own, and although he accepted that others existed, seeing them in action was still a bit startling. "That's impressive," He cleared his throat, recovering quickly. "But... If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you just hide it? If you didn't want to be sent here..." It was a rude question, perhaps, but he loved his newfound freedom to say what was on his mind instead of what he thought people wanted to hear.

He scratched the back of his head, trying to decide what to say, if he should lie again or just tell her. Finally deciding that telling the truth required less effort, he grinned toothily, unfolding his wings and displaying the over-clipped feathers. "As of now, yeah. Even when they grow back, I don't exactly know how to fly..." He slipped his hands into his back pockets sheepishly, wings folding back to normal. "Mostly I heal stuff." He held one hand up, displaying the skintight black glove that protected it. "Hence the gloves."
 
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“That is a really good question.” Alex conceded. She had wondered herself why she didn’t just hide her powers. But really at that time she didn’t even know about them and by the time she learned about them it really wasn’t much of a choice her parent had found that doctor and one thing just lead to another. Maybe if she did things differently all this would never of happen but there was no use wondering about that, unless there was someone in this school who could travel through time but she doubt that there would be anyone like that here. “Some things I guess just can’t be hidden y’know.”

At that point she let the shoe drop back to the floor near its original spot with a thud and watched as he unfurled his wings. She noticed the how they were clipped and wondered if that was normal; she had never met anyone with wings to judge that after all. “You think you one day?” She asked wondering if it would be possible for her herself to learn to fly with her telekinesis, in theory she could. “Fly I mean. The wings would be such a waste if you couldn’t after all.”

She had noticed his gloves earlier but just figured they were part of his odd persona and served no real purpose. “So if you touch people you can heal them? Like anything?” She asked genuinely fascinated by that.
 
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He nodded, understanding what she meant in a detached sort of way. He had kept every facet of his personality a secret for his entire life; the idea of sharing such potentially dangerous secrets was alien to him. Then again, perhaps she hadn't expected her parents to send her away. Maybe she hadn't been able to control her powers well enough to keep them a secret. At any rate, the topic didn't seem to be a pleasant one for her, and he decided to drop it.

"Yeah, they are sort of useless," He agreed, turning back to the window and recrossing his arms. "As soon as the flights grow back, I'm going to learn. They've just always been like this, you know? I've never had a chance until now." He was watching the sky, face unreadable. He'd always wanted to fly when he was a kid. For as long as he could remember, he'd liked high places, liked the way the world looked from the roof of his apartment building or the highest branches of a tree. Back before he knew better, he'd even tried to fly a few times, jumping off stacks of books and down flights of stairs. He'd stopped trying after he broke his arm jumping off the top of the slide in the park and Donna had explained to him why his wings didn't work, but he'd never stopped wishing they did.

"Some things." He shrugged, returning the gloved hand back to his pocket. "Broken bones, dead plants, stuff like that. Big things like cancer and paralysis usually end with me in hospital for a week." He wrinkled his nose, the scar that stretched across it warping the expression into something vaguely threatening. "What about you? Anything you can't pick up? Can you lift people too, or just objects?" Hers was the first power he'd ever seen up close, and he was interested in exactly how it worked.
 
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“What?” Alex asked surprised by the fact they had always been clipped. “Why have they always been that way? Was it your choice?” She cocked an eyebrow as she looked him up and down; she wondered if it would ever be possible for him to fly even with those wings, unless they were much bigger than they looked right now. Her attention was briefly turned at that moment from him down to some noise directly below them in the school yard. A group of boys was gathered down there probably meeting up to go do something before breakfast. Deciding that it might not be best to be scene sitting halfway out the window of the tallest spot on school Alex grabbed the top of the window sill and pulled herself back into the room and dropped back to the floor, her bare feet hitting the cold rough floor sent a shiver of surprise up her back.

“Hmm that doesn’t sound pleasant,” Alex said thinking about how that must feel to be able to heal someone but end up like that. “I take it you’ve tried healing your wings and… stuff…” she added the last part awkwardly unsure how to bridge the subject of the massive amount of scars on his face.

“Me? Yeah there are things I can’t pick up.” Alex admitted reluctantly, ever since her change she had found it rather difficult to concede she had any limitations, she didn’t want think of herself as weaker or less capable than she was as a guy, even if it was in some was true. At that moment she reached down and picked up her right shoe, pulling the socks she had tucked in there out and leaned against the wall to slide them back on. “But I can pick up people, and water too but that’s pretty hard to keep hold of, requires a lot of effort and focus and is not really all that useful anyways. But really I guess it all depends on how big or heavy the object is and what not.”
 
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