Silence...

The male entered the room, a relieved look upon his face. However, since darkbrown hair was covering his face, it could really be seen. A small smile made an appearance, his eyes glittering with just a bit of hope. "Le silence... remercie Dieu..." he whispered to himself, quickly closing the door behind him. Even if this place was filled with dust, was not in any way clean, and smelled old, it was away from other people. It was empty; there was no one else here. No one but himself and his mind.

So desperate for peace, I see.... a voice said in his head.

"Soyez silencieux!!" Damien whispered harshly. He swallowed, knowing he should really be speaking English to improve it. "J... Just for a while... be silent..." His accent was thick, and his voice shook as he spoke.

He moved across the room and sat on the floor against the wall that was near the window. To be honest, Damien didn't really care if he was getting his black clothes dirty... he just needed to be alone. Unfortunately, though, he never would be. Some things just aren't possible when there's someone living inside of you.

Looks like we aren't alone... now try not to be nervous, 'k? Tristan said when the door was opened. Damien tried to ignore his comment and looked up, watching the female was she walked in. It looked like she planned on staying for a while... he wasn't sure if that was going to be a good thing or a bad thing. However, he was leaning toward bad.

It seemed that she hadn't noticed him. Good, he could just stay there. But it would be rude not to say anything at all... so, even though he didn't want to, he did. "Salut," he said, then shook his head. "I... I mean..." he paused. What was the English word for it? He panicked for a moment, then remembered. "Um... hi."

Damien was silent for a while after she replied. He was searching his memory for the English words, but he couldn't seem to remember. He swallowed, knowing that the fact that English wasn't his first language wouldn't be good for meeting new people. Not like he wanted to be around a lot of people anyway.

"Um... for-forgive me... English... it isn't my first language..." he said, his accent showing whenever he started speaking. He was just going to have to do his best to talk, even if it wasn't his first language. "My... my name is Damien."

Aw, you're not going to mention me? I'm so very hurt...

"Soyez silencieux...." he whispered again to Tristan, but much quieter, not wanting Dani to here what he said. He was used to people thinking he was insane, but he was hoping not so many people here would.

The seventeen-year-old laughed softly. He hadn't expected her, or anyone else here, to know French. He nodded when she spoke her name. "It is.... nice to meet you, Danica," he said. He knew that she had given him a shorter name, most likely a nickname, but he preferred not to use nicknames until he knew someone better.

He had never been good at conversations. He was unsure of what to say, then remembered that everyone here had powers. It was probably something a lot of people asked, but he wanted to keep this conversation going. "Quels sont vos pouvoirs?" He realized he had gone into French again, and cursed himself. "I... I apologize, really I do. I meant... what are... what are your powers?"

The boys face brightened a bit when she said she liked listening to French. "R... Really?" he asked, wondering if she was just lying and being nice or not. It seemed to him that a lot of people lied, so he did wonder if she was being honest. He was surprised when she said her power, though. Fire? Like, fire fire? Damien blinked, but he did find it interesting. Every power would seem interesting to him, though, since he hadn't met anyone else that had powers before. "Me?" he was quiet, trying to think of what the words would be again. "Um... teleportation and invisibility," he said.

Still not mentioning me? I see how it is... Tristan laughed in the boys mind, causing Damien to look away from Danica for a few moments.

"Be... quiet..." he said. His voice was still quiet like last time, but a little bit louder. There was only one thing in this world that angered him, and that was Tristan; it was rare that anything else got him as annoyed as his other self did.