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Snowy · Sep 25, 2013

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<div align=left>— Samuel Jason Gibbs was probably one of the newest transfers to Starlight Academy. And probably one of the more unique ones as well; he got the feeling that they didn't have a lot of guys sprouting flowers wherever they walked. Still, it wasn't anything new to Sam, and he couldn't really imagine life without the flowers that grew around him as he walked along. He rather liked them, he had to admit. Though it was a bit of a pain in the ass to have moodring flowers, it wasn't like many people really knew that the colors changed depending on his mood, so he wasn't particularly worried about it.

— Snorting irritably, Sam shoved his hair out of golden eyes, tossing a glance down at his feet to watch the green and blue flowers that bloomed around his feet. They were thicker in patches where he had stopped for a few moments, and there was a clear trail leading up to the entrance of the school. He looked amused by that, shaking his head slightly as he turned to continue on his way. At the very least, Sam would never be lost.

— He was like Hansel and Gretel, but better because he would never run out of bread crumbs. Had they even run out of bread crumbs? Sam couldn't remember for the life of him. Oh well. It wasn't like it was real anyways. Witches simply didn't kidnap random children and drag them off into the woods for dinner. That wasn't how the world worked. Of course, Sam didn't remember much of the stupid fairy tale, but he knew that much.

— His feet were carrying him of their own accord now, and Sam found himself wandering along without a care in the world. The cool September air stirred his hair occasionally, but Sam hardly reacted, moving mechanically to brush his hair aside every once in a while, when his hair blocked his view of the autumn trees that he was examining so studiously.
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Clockwise Dream · Sep 25, 2013

Maria was reading a book. It was a good book, a couple of hundred pages long, and just as many years old. The story, that is, not the print. The print had been quite new, actually. It didn't matter to her, though, and she was still careful with it, acting as if it really was on the brink of falling apart.

She read a page after pages, making her way through the third quarter of the book, when the noise started to bother her. There were boys, playing football, not too far from her, and they were noisy, and loud, as only boy playing football could be. She hated them. She didn't know them, and she couldn't really hate them for simply having fun, but she did, for they were disrupting her reading. And it was such a good part too!

At first, she thought about moving, but once she raised her look she saw that there were people everywhere, and suddenly, the world was extremely noisy, to the point of being annoying. It irritates her to her core.

She growled, gritting her teeth, unsure of what to do. But when a particulary loud scream reached her ears, she had no doubt anymore. She wieleded her power, creating a field of silence around her, the biggest one she had created so far, silencing everyone that found themselves inside the invisible boundary. They were surprised, muttering, or at least trying too, but no sound could be made or heard inside her little bubble of silence. She sighed, content, countinuing her reading.

Snowy · Sep 26, 2013

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<div align=left>— There were football players nearby, Sam noted with a hint of irritation. He took no issue with the sport, of course (to each their own, after all, and he cared little what others did on their own time), but the noise was starting to get a little obnoxious. However, rather than get irritated about it, the teen simply smiled idly, bending down to pluck one of the flowers that had blossomed into existence at his feet. It was a blue one, of some type or another - naming plants had never been one of his many talents. Perhaps it ought to have been one of them, but Sam could barely tell the difference between a rose and a daisy, something that would likely never land him in good stead with girls. Ah well. There was no point in stressing about it.

— Absently shredding the flower as he walked, Sam largely tuned out the happy shouting that came from not too far away.

— As Sam began to wander again, he found himself stumbling across a more populated portion of the Courtyard. He blinked blandly, half expecting a call to be directed at him, a comment of some sort being directed at the flowers blooming around him. But no, Sam was surprised to not even hear the slightest of peeps. Even the flowers seemed to be quieter, hardly stirring in the slight breath of wind that stirred the area. Hmm. That was pretty strange, even Sam had to admit. However, he didnÃ¢Â€Â™t feel any true need to investigate it. It was surely simply another student exercising their powers, and they would stop if they saw fit.

— Curiosity flickered in his thoughts, however, and Sam attempted to call out a greeting towards a nearby girl, one who seemed entirely absorbed in her book. Instead of any words, he was greeted with silence, as utter and absolute as it had been mere moments ago. He was still not particularly bothered by the silence, and in fact found that he enjoyed the break from the loud shouts that had been echoing not too far away. Hey, maybe he could get used to this.

— Of course, Sam figured that he probably wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t get the chance to get used to it. Surely, any minute now the silence would come to an end. In preparation for that, Sam began to approach the girl that he had tried to address earlier, coming to a stop a few feet away and waiting for her to notice him or for the silence to wear off. Whichever came first, Sam was content to wait in a slowly thickening patch of flowers.</div>

Clockwise Dream · Sep 26, 2013

Maria didn't raise her head. There was someone nearby, somebody followed by a strong scent of flowers, and even though she couldn't hear her (him?), she could still feel his (her?) presence, more so within her little filed of silence then ever. Still, she did not raise her head, the book in hear hand almost brought to the tragic end as the main character gave a long speach of why he wanted to kill himself, but wouldn't. She frowned, finding the words awkward, and overly dramatic, so unlike the rest of the book, that was a mystery filled thriller with a bit of magic added to the mix. What was wrong with this book? Did the author simply ran out of ideas by th end of the tale? It was really too bad, she liked the book so much this far... Then the tone changed again, and everything became clear, and... The end was so sad. She sniffed a bit, closing her eyes, and raising her head towards the sky, as he let the wind play with her hair. Ah, it felt so good.

She then proceeded to open her eyes, looking at the boy standing not too far, his feeth surrounded by... Were those flowers? And was it just her, or were they growing? She looked at him confused, opening her mouth: 'Are those flowers really growing or have I lost my mind?', she asked. She was alwaysable to speak inside her little field of silence, even though nobody else could. 'Oh, sorry.', she said, finaly remembering she had her defenses raised. 'You should be able to speak now.'

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