Panic attack!

Jamie was trying to think about the ocean.
He'd seen it for the first time on the plane, staring down at the island and trying to concentrate on beaches and shells and clear blue water and anything but the Academy, looming huge and imposing a while away from the rest of the town. And then the plane landed and he couldn't see the ocean anymore and he'd spent a half hour waiting for his luggage and another twenty minutes working up the nerve to ask someone where it was. They informed him that it was on the next flight and told him to come back tomorrow, and then he was outside and trying to figure out how to get to the school from the airport, and was reintroduced to the thought of the Academy and all that it entailed and implied and he'd panicked and began walking desperately in the opposite direction of the school.

He'd ended up on the beach, and was now sitting on a boulder a few yards into the surf, hugging his knees to his chest and staring blankly at the waves. His hands were shaking and his head felt light and he was trying to think about the ocean but it wasn't distracting him any more.

Instead he was wondering how many students went to Starlight, and trying desperately to recall superpowers from the X-men comics he used to read. The thought that there was an entire Academy full of people with powers was still something he couldn't completely wrap his brain around. His own power freaked him out enough, and the thought of hundreds of other teenagers with hundreds of different powers was enough to make him sick - precisely what he was trying to avoid at the moment.

He yanked at the knot of his already-loosened black tie, pulling it completely undone and dropping it on the rock next to him. He always felt self-conscious in ties and dress shirts, and was reluctant to dress so uncomfortably, but he heard the annoyance in his mother's voice when he'd come downstairs that morning in a too-big hoodie. She'd finally asked him, 'why don't you put on something nicer?' and he hadn't had the heart to argue over clothes when he knew he wouldn't be seeing her again any time soon. When he'd came back down in an untucked white dress shirt and jeans, pulling awkwardly at unbuttoned cuffs and feeling foolish, she's beamed and handed him the tie without saying a word. Now he was realizing he'd have to sleep in his clothes, wear them until his luggage arrived, and suddenly keeping the peace felt like a pretty stupid move. He tugged on one earring listlessly, wondering if his roommate would be skinny enough that he could borrow some clothes from him.

...Oh crap, he was gonna have a roommate.

James was frowning intensely, his chin resting on his knees, trying to figure out how roommates would work at Starlight Academy. Would it be a boy? What if he had an annoying power, like glowing in the dark? What if he could read minds? What if-

"Hello there"

James started violently, turning around to face the source of the voice with surprise. He half expected someone with blue hair, or red eyes, or something odd, but the boy who was speaking seemed fairly normal - at first glance, at least. "Ah... Not lost."He said, his voice soft against the splashing of the waves. "Just hiding, I guess." he admitted, hugging his knees to his chest again.

His cheeks flushed red, and he accepted the tie back, rubbing the silky fabric sheepishly. There, proof that he looked idiotic. Why, why had he let her talk him into that? "Something like that. I guess I look pretty ridiculous..."
He wound the tie through his fingers absentmindedly, repeating "Dorn Koon," after the boy. "Um. I'm James. Lindon. Hi." He paused, staring intently at the tie. "Are you... You know. From the school?" He glanced up at Dorn, quickly shifting his gaze back to his hands.

Dorn stepped towards the rock and Jamie's fingers froze, although he gave no other indication that he noticed what he was doing. When the boy sat down next to him, he glanced over at him curiously, not quite sure of what to do next. He felt foolish, and shy, and uncomfortable in his clothes. He tugged at an earring nervously, taking care not to look over at Dorn.

"Is it that obvious I'm new?" he wondered aloud, realizing quickly that his mother couldn't dictate his wardrobe over the phone and regretting asking such a stupid question. See, this is why he can't go to this school, this is why he should just find a way to get rid of his powers and go home...

"Really?" He glanced over at Dorn, truly inspecting him for the first time. "You don't look new. I mean. You look like you know what you're doing." he paused, squinting at the sea and feeling like he was being watched by the other boy.

"Friendly? Really? Do they all have..." he paused, holding his hands out mystically as if he was dictating an otherworldly force. "Flashy... Powers, and stuff?" A pause, and he turned to the boy with eyes wide. "Do you?"

Jamie listened attentively, resting his head on his knees and flickering short glances towards Dorn every now and then. He was... Nice. Very nice. It was relieving to know that even one student at the Academy was not an elitist concerning newcomers. He folded his tie and placed it neatly on the rock beside him, crossing his arms over his knees and listening to the taller boy speak.

He smiled softly, tilting his head towards Dorn and fiddling with one earring. "I don't think you need to be an empath to notice when I'm nervous," he admitted, shifting his gaze back to the ocean.

"Ah, that's cool!" He clapped his hands together excitedly. "You have two powers! Did you get them both all at once?" He'd never considered that some people might have multiple powers - an idea which would worry him, had the person in question not been this boy.

"So what do you do then James?"

He blushed, not wanting to admit how weak his power was compared to Dorn's. "I can, um. Sometimes move things. And people. Telekinesis, I guess. I can't... control it or anything." He shrugged, beginning to fidget with one of the buttons on his shirt cuff.

Jamie watched him take the strange medicine silently, although not without curiosity. He opened his mouth to ask him about it, but decided against it, politely shifting his gaze away from the boy. Probably something to do with his powers. Or maybe the guy just had an illness - having powers didn't necessarily make you invincible.

"Yeah I have two powers Jame, you will find it that to have more then one power is common on this islans, but then again here are people from the entier world."

"Hmm." He tilted his head to the side, considering this new information. " Are you, like... super powerful? Since you have two? Do you-" He cut himself off, pushing the hair from his eyes sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm asking questions."

He blushed, feeling foolish. "Well, I'd rather have your powers then mine. Mostly all I can do is make stuff explode. And not even on purpose." He unfolded his legs, swinging them back and forth over the edge of the boulder. "But... Thanks." He grinned over at Dorn shyly, uncertain of whether he should give him a pat on the shoulder back, eventually deciding against it. "You're a good empath; you know what to say to make people feel better."