[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Will%20Blake&name=Kingthings%20Wrote.ttf&size=65&style_color=0091FF[/img]
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/99714c985e9eb80898068d800818b609/tumblr_nqh6uqbRE41ty8f99o4_500.gif[/img]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Track -> The Garden
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Klaus{[@FacePunch]} | Elijah{[@BeastofDestiny]}
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Curious -> Angry[/center]
[hr]

Being powerful had it's ups and downs, Will had to admit it. As far as supers went, he was powerful, he always had been, though this was true for most telekinetics. With this power came respect and admiration from peers. For Will, a boy who can't resist the urge to help people, this respect came with the price of being one of the first people that weaker students came to in the event of an altercation.

That was why, a freshman was current;y explaining a strange story to Will. The telekinetic was just resting by the water fountain, taking the occasional sip, letting his body get some rest, when the freshman, a short boy, obviously young, ran up to him. He was panting, and it was at least a minute before he got any words out. [b]"The...garden...something...bad!"[/b] the boy exclaimed in between gasps for air. Will, confused, waited for the kid to regain his stamina before pressing the matter. [b][color=deepskyblue]"Okay, calm down, and tell me what you're talking about,"[/color][/b] he said, a comforting look on his face as he patted the boy's shoulder.

[b]"So, I was walking by the garden, in the way back, when I heard fighting. Well I went to check it out, and then there was this wicked scream! Like, like I'm talking the kinda shit from an old horror movie, I mean this dude had vocals, I was imp-"[/b] Will cut the boy off with a hand. [color=deepskyblue][b]Can we, you know, get to the point? I assume it has something to do with the screaming?[/b][/color] The freshman nodded his head with vigor, and continued his story. [b]"So anyways, I get to this secluded part of the garden, and well, that senior, Klaus, is there. And there, on the ground, is Jemma Watts' boyfriend, along with a few of his buddies. And he's screaming. Just shrieking. So then I thought, who could help? And one of my friends had told me about you and how you-"[/b]

Will cut him off once more, although this time he didn't pick up the conversation. He was already moving, running towards the garden. He'd heard about Klaus, pretty much everyone had. He was the racist piece of trash that could control fear. And everyone had definitely heard about Jemma Watts. She was a telepath, who'd had some sort of "mental breakdown" last week. The general consensus was that she'd been attacked, but she'd been so fucked up, she couldn't even tell people. It had been bad. That was still a major sore spot between Mayweather and Delphina, and there'd been plenty of fights about it. This was the first one that seemed like it might end poorly. With what Will knew about Klaus, where he and his group were involved, things rarely ended well.

He reached the garden and took a deep breath. He knew enough about Klaus power to understand that courage and willpower could keep it at bay. He figured if a solid punch to the jaw didn't work, those would be a nice back up. He walked through the garden, to the back where he found Klaus and his little group of creeps, standing over the unconscious bodies of Jemma Watts' boyfriend. He arrived just in time to see a Delphina of all people confront him. He joined in as well, glaring at the racist ass. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Hey Klause. Nazi Germany called, and they'd like their shitty ideas back."[/b][/color]
[hr][hr]

[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Brenna%20Lancaster&name=writtenonhishands.ttf&size=75&style_color=78CCEB[/img]
[img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7dqmoao7d1rtzlzf.gif[/img]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Fountain
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Gia{[@lovely complex]} | Kayla{[@BeastofDestiny]} | James{[@FacePunch]} - via text
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Intrigued -> Mischievous[/center]
[hr]

Brenna grinned a rather wicked grin as Gia called out to the young Mayweather. Of course Brenna had heard about the powerless girl, the Iron Man wannabe. She'd scoffed when someone had told her about the girl. [i][color=deepskyblue][b]This school is for the big kids, not the toddlers who are still playing dress up[/b][/color][/i] she thought as she followed Gia over to the girl, a smile as sweet as sin, plastered across her face.

While Gia greeted Kayla, Brenna pulled out her phone to text James back, her smile turning genuinely sweet for just a moment, as she texted him back, hoping he'd take the bait and join her and Gia on whatever scheme that she had thought up.

[quote][center][color=red][b]To: Spinne[/b][/color]
[color=powderblue][b]I may or may not be at the fountain and I may or not be going shopping soon ;)[/b][/color][/center][/quote]

Putting her phone away, she listened as Gia manipulated the girl so well, just like Gia did with everyone. Brenna hadn't met anyone that didn't fall when Gia wanted them too. Deep down she feared, just a bit, that Gia might be doing the same thing to her but she knew that was just her paranoia talking. Gia would never do that to her, not in a million years. Gia was like the sister she'd never had, and Brenna trusted her. More than she trusted Lucas even. 

Keeping down a laugh at the mention of the Jemma Watts incident, she nodded as Gia invited Kayla along on their shopping excursion. [color=powderblue][b]"Please, you have to! I promise, if you do, I think I can find some great outfits for you, something that'll really make you pop,"[/b][/color] she said, grinning wickedly. She and Brenna were the wolves, and Kayla was the wounded deer, and she was running straight into their jaws. Oh how fun it was to be wicked.