Stirring the Surface

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Locke

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Cole saw her look at him when he dismissed the image, she was just sitting there, a smile on her face and taking another bite. She kept watching him as she chewed, making him nervous. Deciding it was best not to press the matter, he smiled back.

The nervous mood melted as she glanced at her chest. Cole laughed a little, shaking his head. “Don't worry yourself. I came here from Hawaii. Not the coldest place ever.” Taking another couple bites of his piece, he chewed quickly and tossed the remainder.

Curiosity piqued, he grabbed his wheelchair, pulling it over. “So where are you from?” He asked, lifting himself into the chair, sighing as he did so. “wish I could walk...” He thought over it for a moment. He was in a school of easily 500 or more students, most if not all with powers. Could it be?

“Better yet, do you know any healers in the school?”
 
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Alex Monroe

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Alex smiled uneasily at Cole as he told her where he was from. “Hawai…” Alex said unsure if he was telling her the truth or not, but not daring to risk a mind probe to find out. “So this place really isn’t a change of scenery for you now is it?” She looked up skyward and smiled. “I’m from some place that is considerably not Hawai.” She was staring up and the pretty blue sky, this time of the year in Virginia the sky would never be like that, it would be a giant grey mass of clouds in the afternoon fog in the morning and rain in the evening. The weather is probably one of the things she could get used to here.

She froze when he asked her if she knew anybody here at this school who could heal, and her thought immediately went back to the winged boy she met in the tower. Her eyes locked onto his as she with her mouth open wasn’t sure what to say to him, her fear and unease around him briefly turned to pity. It didn’t take a full on mind reader like herself to know why he wanted to know that. Her eyes dropped to the wheelchair he was now sitting in and struggled to find the words to say.

“Well…” Alex couldn’t figure out what to say from what she knew about the winged boy he would’ t be able to heal this kind of injury and truthfully why should he be asked too he told her that power in confidence she wasn’t sure he would wish her to blab it around to strangers, possible homicidal strangers. “Yes but truth be told I don’t think there is anything he would be able to do for you.” She sighed deeply after saying the last part, she couldn’t believe she was put in a position to wave a strand of hope in front of somebody like Cole then snatch it away like this. She shoulda just lied.
 
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Cole looked away as she said he wouldn't be able to help him. Cole bit his lip. It wasn't too bit an injury, it was more a problem with his spine than his legs. And to be honest, A spine should be easier to fix than two legs. His hope wasn't completely snatched away. Clearing his face of its pained look, he looked back at Alex.

“Please, can you try to have us meet? It's not too bad, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem.” He stopped talking, mostly from his throat hurting, a lump forming from fighting back his emotion. He hated this, sounding so desperate. He thought it was a weakness, his injury keeping him from blending in, trying to be normal, to hide away more easily from those looking for him to slip up.

To be normal.

His sorrow turned to anger, hands clenching the ends of his armrests. A field began building up in his hands, running along the chair, making it appear to be crystallized, Everything was shaking from the strain. If he didn't control himself, the wheelchair would buckle, and that would only bring up more questions.

Sighing, he settled for the fact that there was a healer, not that all hope was lost. The power faded, near-invisible tendrils fading to nothing. Looking back to the girl, hoping she hadn't seen his fit, he smiled.

“Alex. Please?” He asked one more time.
 
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Alex Monroe

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God Alex was such a marshmallow. She hated to admit that, as she fancied herself something of a misanthrope, but let’s face it the pleas for help from Cole, even if he is a crazy sociopath, he didn’t deserve this. Her sympathy briefly turned to fear as he began to have his fit. She slid towards the end of the bench, as far away from him as she could get and uncrossed her legs planting both feet firmly on the ground. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen but with the sense of rage and fear she was picking up from Cole she was going to be ready to react. Once the fit subsided she just stared at him stupidly for a moment at a loss for what she had just scene and had to fight back the tears she could felt welling up in her eyes. Whatever was wrong with her, right now it seemed completely insignificant.

“Fine I’ll talk to him,” She finally conceded as she hid the slight waver in her voice. “That’s all I’m promising. That I’ll ask him.” And while she is doing that she still planned to dig up as much information on this kids past as she could.
 
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Cole smiled at Alex, not having noticed the fact that she had scooted away from him and set her feet on the ground. “Thank you.” He said, an honest feeling of trust beginning to well up. Strange things were running around in his head, feelings of some sort. Very randomized, but they seemed to go together with one another.

A thing called friendship, Cole believed.

And so he had his first pal. score one for Cole.

“We should go inside. Plants bore me. I hate most of them.” He laughed, recovering well from his near loss of control. Wheeling forward, he pulled back, raising himself, a wheelchair wheelie. He wondered how long until he found someone able and willing to fix him, how long he would get the cripple look, people pitying him wherever he went.
 
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Alex Monroe

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“Don’t thank me,” She said as she looked at them. She was now back on the not trusting him as far as he could throw him part. “And don’t get your hopes up on this.” She added after all even if she thought he was creepy crushing a disabled persons hopes was not on her list of fun activities to do. “There is a chance it’s not gonna work.

She cocked an eyebrow as he revealed he didn’t like plants. “Really?” She said somewhat skeptically. “I find it hard to believe you hate plants… and you have plant manipulating powers. That’s just like fifty different kinds of ironic.” Or really not any kinds of ironic, just a weird turn of events.
 
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