Holding a floral etched purse mirror, Eliana used the napkins she had in her bag to clean up the spider blood and guts off her chin. She had totally forgotten about the mess that was on her face up until the boomboxing kid pointed it out. Not being on campus, anywhere near an imbecile that shared the same first name as her father, truly helped her nerves find inner peace. The next hour or two was going to be great, just her, nature, and the occasional tourists passing by. Leaning her head back on the subway window, Eliana closed her eyes and let her tired self rest for a moment or two. Her phone was in her purse, which meant she didn't feel it vibrate, especially since she was zoned out. Her mind was focused on the girl singing a modern pop song. These two definitely enjoyed their youth, something Ellie didn't quite do herself.

Her chartreuse green orbs flickered open when she felt a sensation she knew all too well. God dammit, Benny. Standing up as the train slowly went to a halt, she resisted the pull until she could get off the train - a minute? Maybe? How many times has he done this to her before? Usually it's for lunch, but now it's probably because he's genuinely concerned for her. So much for a day to herself. Placing her mirror inside her purse and putting her bag over her shoulder, she sighed to herself as she waited for the doors to slide open. When the doors swung open in front of her, she turned to the kids that made her subway ride worth the travel, "You two should consider pursuing a music career. You're fairly talented." After the compliment was given, she gave into this obscure magic as she stepped out of the train - vanishing in thin air when she touched the platform. Cue the nightmare. Good thing she could handle weird shit like this. Perks of having the power to enter people's subconscious. Yay, dream world! Yet, this time was slightly different. Perhaps, he was miles away from her, which she wouldn't doubt. Today was their first day of vacation. Surely, he would be enjoying himself.

Her head was fuzzy when she reached the destination. Ellie's mind was stunned for an instant, as she absentmindedly got herself out of this... nil space. When she was out of the hat and observing her surroundings, blinking a couple of times to comprehend where she was, everything felt so... surreal. She couldn't even think about Benny who was behind her or Carmen, who was watching the spectacle. Both her hair and skirt danced with the breeze, while her gaze watched the leaves move around her. Her mind was gradually registering the world and her body was slowly gaining feeling once more.

When she finally was able to move and speak, she immediately turned to the culprit, crossing her arms in annoyance, "You know, I'm fine." She paused and let their eyes lock, "And seriously, when are you going to plan a normal hangout where we meet somewhere rather than you treat me like your own personal rabbit?" After she said that, with obvious sass, she noticed Carmen and the shooting range. Acknowledging Carmen with a nod, not embarrassed at all from what had just happened, the brunette walked passed them and observed how run down this place was. There were beer cans, shells from guns of sorts (She was not knowledgeable in things like this), a wooden table, a barrel, metal targets, and mannequins. Although the range looked worn and torn, there was rhyme and reason behind the set up. Ellie had a hunch this place meant a lot to someone (or a collective of people).

"... well, I'm not dressed appropriately for this at all." Never has Ellie shot a gun and never has she been to a range before. This was a first. The closest thing to a place where 'shooting' happens that she's been to was and still is the Control Room. Her interest was written all over her face as her big, deep green eyes gained curiosity for something she was never given the chance to try. If she had to point out a place that she spends ungodly amounts of time at, it would be the library. What a nerd, right?

Turning her head to look back at the two, she kindly asked, "Mind if I shoot something? I'd need a little lesson and I hope you don't mind what I'm wearing... But I'd love to know how it feels."

People’s words faded away as Gianna Daniels closed her eyes fighting the heated pheromones from rushing out of her. Breathe in, breathe out. If it weren’t for Cecilia Lovelace, every person in the vicinity, let's say in a 20 ft to 35 ft radius, depending on how much Gia extended her soul to spread her scent, would feel an unbearable sadness that most people have yet to experience. If they did, they’ve had time to cover up the pain temporarily like her-- well, that is until someone awakens these surpassed feelings. Suffering and pain led people to act out in ways they never knew they were capable of and she didn’t need that. No, not right now. The amount of chaos and death Gia could cause was tremendous if she didn’t put a ‘lid on it’ (or in other words, contain her emotions). Gradually opening her eyes, she noticed Brenna and the rest of her original group had left. Taking small steps, she slowly followed behind the Asian girl who did this to her. As she walked, keeping her heartbeat at a steady rate, the bronze skinned woman reached into her purse and took out pills that were given to her by her teacher.

Mrs. Lovelace had told her a personal experience that could be something similar to what Gia may experience one day. When her mentor’s emotions became wildly erratic, they would manifest her very being into a heartless monster and if it wasn’t for her husband (at the time, just a friend), there would have been many dead students in the Arena of the Control Room during their sophomore year. Not even staff knew how to calm her inner beast down. Her husband is primarily a man that has full control over people’s memories, capable of erasing, replacing, and saving. How could he help a woman whose emotions transformed her into a monster untold? Lucas Lovelace was a leader and still is, which is why he is a top CEO of Millennium, a company that owns a worldwide hotel line with the same name, a place for supers and norms alike. This moment at school truly showed his ability to think on his feet. He was able to form a group of students, surprisingly both heroes and villains alike, having begrudgingly asked for the assistance of villainous twins in particular, to sedate the love of his life without killing her.

With shaking hands, Gianna poured four pills into the palm of her right hand, and immediately brought it into her mouth. Without the need of water, she swallowed each pill whole and let it do it’s job on numbing her senses. The closer the villain that went by the alias Cupid’s Psyche got to the new girl, the better she felt. After closing the container, she put the medication back in her purse and strolled beside the girl. Glancing down at the short haired, pale skinned woman, she assuredly asked, “Old East or Old West? I’ll lead. And please, try not to… do whatever you just did to me again. Seems like you need to find your on and off switch for your powers.” Turning her head away from the tiny girl (especially juxtaposed to her), she looked straight ahead and sighed, “Let me guess. Freshman. First day. Parents sent you here to ‘control’ your abilities and be ‘responsible’.” Getting to the section where the path diverged into two, one way leading to Old West and the other way, Old East, the self proclaimed Queen of Delphina nonchalantly continued with the small talk, waiting for the other girl to tell her which way they needed to go, “You’d be surprised how many students have a similar story. I’m simply taking an educational guess. I, on the other hand, had a choice. Perks of being your own guardian at the time.”

Minako swallowed hard when she heard the girl speak. That voice… no, no, Minako, no. “D-do not worry. I have had some practice at this, and I am very good at controlling things once the connection is made. It should fade shortly. It is just… it seems to function on its own until that point. She bit her lip, thinking about her words. ”And… your guess is mostly accurate, though my father was more concerned with finding out the practical applications of my abilities. He has… very high expectations for me.” She paused at the fork in the path, and again she flushed slightly. ”Truthfully, I do not know which way I am going. I was headed to the Residence Office to learn what room I was assigned to when I… bumped into you.”

Listening silently to every word, Gia took in the girl’s tone, her pauses, and her mannerism. “Loosen up a bit, I don’t bite.” She paused and then softly added, “Hard.” After giving the girl a teasing wink, she assuringly nodded, “I’m more worried for you. Not many people would like to feel...those kind of emotions, so suddenly.” Glancing over the Asian that she was slowly deeming as ‘cute’ and taking note of the lip bite, the taller woman couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, “Hm, must be nice. That statement was directed to the girl’s comment about her father, even if it was something Gia said absentmindedly. Taking out her phone, the hispanic dialed the Assistant Director’s number and smiled, “Well, that’s an easy fix.”

Allowing herself to pace back and forth, while she waited for someone to answer, Gia twirled her hair and gave her lips a quick lick. When she heard someone on the other line, her expression brightened, “Hey Ms. Rousseau! It’s Gia… oh, I’m doing great. I was going to go shopping but I bumped into a friend… mhmm. Oh, I was wondering if I could get the…” She looked at the Asian, still not knowing her name.

Minako frowned for a second, then flushed a deep scarlet as she realized she hadn’t even introduced herself. ”Ah, uh, Minako. Minako Ikeda.” She bowed deep at the waist, her hands clasped in front of her. ”It is a pleasure to meet you.” Recalling the exact circumstances of their meeting, she bit her lip again. ”Ah, I mean…” No, no, no! Ugh, maybe I should just shut up.

“One moment..” Putting her cellphone on her smooth chest, Gia tilted her head at the girl’s gesture, and gave her an enticing stare (unintentionally, that is), “Pleasure is all mine. Have I told you my full name? Well, I’m Gianna Daniels, just in case I didn’t.” Bringing her attention back to the phone call, she pressed it on her ear, “Sorry about that, yeah, I’m currently with a lost student that goes by the name of Minako Ikeda. She was wondering if she could get her dorm room. I can give her the phone if you’d like to-- oh great! Mmhm. You know me, not one for the feud! I love helping my fellow Mayweathers~ Thanks so much. Okay. Bye, bye now.” Putting her phone back in her purse, she signaled for the girl to follow her, “Old East. Room 3F, which means third floor, room F.”

Her flushing deepening as her brain short-circuited from the look she was given, Minako nodded dumbly. ”Thank you.” Ohhh, I am not getting any sleep tonight, am I.

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Pushing the door open, Minako took in the interior of the dorm. For a girl coming from mansions and vacation homes, it was… small. In fact, she was pretty sure that the dinner room back home was the same size as the entire dorm. Still it was pleasant, comfortably furnished. She could easily get used to it.

She wasn’t sure about the bedroom, however. Sharing the same sleeping area with someone else, it could be very awkward in the morning. Not that she hadn’t done it before, in fact she had shared a room with Mei since her sister had stopped nursing. But, Mei was her sister. Now she’d be sharing with a stranger, which was a very different thing.

Spying the rumpled sheets on one of the beds, as well as a small wardrobe of clothes through the partially opened closet on the left side, Minako pursed her lips. Well, of course someone else would already be here. It’s the second month. She turned to the second closet and pushed her suitcases inside. She could deal with unpacking later, once she was alone. Turning back to the entrance, where Gianna was leaning against the door frame, she clasped her hands behind her back. The walk through the building, silent though it had been, had cooled her off sufficiently that she felt she could talk without making a complete idiot of herself. ”So… um…if you don’t mind my asking, what did you mean earlier?” She bit her lip. ”When you said that not many people would want to feel those kinds of emotions?”

Gia’s melting chocolate eyes lit up with the inquiry, “Well, whatever you did to me... made me recall unpleasantries. All I’m saying is, be careful who you trust here and more so, who you attack. On accident or not, people are sensitive. Stick with me, and you might make it out alive.” Her expression was stoic and serious when she said the last sentence. Minako had entered a battlefield having no idea what could happen to her and who she was up against. At least with Gia, Minako would be off the radar of some of the strongest villains in the school. For the most part, Cupid’s Psyche was respected and if she wasn’t, no one would dare challenge her, not yet that is. That’s just a can of worms no one should open.

Swallowing hard, Minako bowed. ”I see. Again, I am deeply sorry for that. I have seen many different reactions to the connection. Sometimes it is pleasant, sometimes not. Unfortunately, I have no control over how it feels for someone else. The only defense I have is to avoid eye contact. It can make me appear somewhat rude, but I find it is usually the better alternative.” Straightening, she smiled as warmly as she could. ”But, you need not worry about me. I am well trained in self-defence, and I believe that my ability gives me sufficient advantage to adequately protect myself.”

“Confidence and strength. I like that in a girl.” Gia pleasantly grinned as she moved into the room, closer to Minako. When she was inches away from the timid girl, she looked around, observing her roommate’s belongings. “I wished I could’ve mentally prepared you for your roommate, but it seems like I can’t tell who she is by her things. Possibly a freshman I haven’t gotten fully acquainted with.” Looking down at the Asian girl once more, Gia’s skin being softly illuminated with the ceiling light, she gently questioned, “Have you given the school an alias? Sometimes it changes if they deem a better one for you but usually in the beginning we are allowed to pick our own.”

For a moment, Minako’s jaw moved, but no words came out. Bluh… she’s… why are these rooms so hot? Clenching her thighs together, she nervously plucked at the bottom of her shirt, her previous confidence deserting her. ”Um, th-thank you. Though, I’m not sure what you mean by an alias.”

“The name the world will remember you by, hero.” Taking a seat on the Asian’s new bed, patting it for the innocent lamb to sit beside her, she leaned backwards, resting her body on the palm of her hands and giving Minako a good display of her figure (this was Gia’s second nature, after all). “I chose to be Cupid’s Psyche. I would have used Eros, rather than Cupid, but I doubt most people know about greek mythology. Eros means love or desire and Psyche was the beautiful human woman he fell in love with. Psyche was his soul. Call me a romantic or whatever, but I liked how it sounded and to me, it gave people a good idea of what I could do to them.” Pausing for a moment, the bronze skinned woman began tracing her pointer finger on her bare leg.

Minako told herself it was rude to stare, but she just couldn’t help it. A part of her wanted to sit down, and wanted it very badly. But her heart felt like it was about to hammer its way out of her chest, if her face didn’t burn itself up first. Sitting down seemed like it was both a very good and a very bad idea, and a small part of her suspected that this girl wanted her to stare at her. ”Oh. Um, then no, I haven’t… picked one. Actually, I wasn’t aware about that part at all.” She glanced towards the window, her expression falling slightly. ”I’ll probably just use whatever the academy gives me. My father has… other plans for me.”

It seemed that Gia’s darling new acquaintance had a complex relationship with her father. The Delphina Queen could tell simply by detecting her inflections. The best course of actions was to hold off on asking about that skeleton in her closet, especially since Gia too had her own ‘daddy issues’, “Why don’t you show me what you can do? Maybe I can help you. Coming to the school with an idea of ‘who you are’, since they believe an alias is something that describes our very being, will give you major brownie points in some of your classes.”

For a moment, Minako was silent. An idea of who I am? How am I supposed to tell them that when I don’t even know myself? Then the full implications of Gianna’s request hit her, and she felt the temperature of her face skyrocket, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet. ”W-w-wait, you mean you want me to… um… uh…”She wants me to… oh dear… “Y-you mean, right now?”

Sitting up eagerly, Gia gave the newcomer a challenging stare, “I don’t have anything better to do! I’d love a demonstration.” She stuck out her tongue jokingly and then added, “Is it dangerous? God, do I love danger.”

Hardly believing what she was hearing, Minako fidgeted, her blush creeping up towards her ears and down to her throat. ”Um, n-no, it’s not dangerous. Well, maybe. It’s difficult to explain in a way that will be easy for you to understand. It would be easier to show you, but,” she bit her lip, nervously looking at the older girl, her stomach clenching and unclenching. “”But, in order to do that, I would have to… connect with you again. Like I did before.”

Instantaneously, Psyche brought her right hand to her chest, similar to how she did earlier. At least now, she would be mentally prepared… but was it worth the heartache? For a moment, Gia kept to herself, debating whether or not this was a good course of actions. Minako’s powers weren’t necessarily the dangerous part of the display, it would be her subject she used them on. Taking a deep breath in, Gia went to her purse pulling out her pills and a syringe (inside a ziplock bag) with blue liquid inside of it. The syringe was only for emergencies. Resting her medications on the bed while exhaling out, the older woman gave into her curiosity, “Now that I know how it will feel like… if you start getting severely depressed, to the point that it will make you want to do irrational things, you must stab me with this.” Her brown orbs cautiously looked down at the needle. “The only reason why the school allows me to carry that around is because of how my emotions can make a mass of people do… terrible things.”

Standing up, Gia locked eyes with Minako once more, “Alright. Do your worst.”

Swallowing hard, Minako nodded. It was a stark reminder of just where she was now, that she wasn’t the only one who could do unusual things. ”R-right. Okay, I understand.” She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. Okay, okay. Remember what sensei said. To master another, we must first master ourselves. To master ourselves, we must accept ourselves. Do not fight what you feel, but guide it instead. Find your center, and you will be unbroken. Almost idly, her hands reached up, fingertips brushing along Gianna’s jaw to cup her face. One… two…

She opened her eyes, and for the second time that day looked directly at Gianna.

Perhaps it was because of her own nervousness, coupled with her proximity to Gianna, perhaps it was Gianna’s own power affecting her, but if the pulse of warmth she had felt before had been a wave, then this was a tsunami. Her knees shook slightly as it washed over her, and the unexpected intensity of it caused a soft moan to escape from her mouth. Her eyes glowed brightly, reflecting inside Gianna’s own chocolate gaze, and she bowed her head, taking a very large step back. ”Mmph…”

The connection process was one of the most heart wrenching experiences the villain could ever ask to go through again. The difference between the first time and this time was all Gia could think about was Vincent. All the memories she shared with him washed over her mind like a slideshow and the moment where she could have stopped him from running back into the school building was stuck on replay. The vulnerable Queen couldn’t contain her tears any longer. Her light makeup was ruined and internally, she was hyperventilating. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. It will pass…. Let it pass.. Just when those words crossed her mind, the images became more distant and her breathing started to steady itself. No longer thinking about her past, Gianna let her blurry eyes look at the girl that had so much potential, her chest moving up and down with every breath she took. To say Gia wasn’t turned on would be an absolute lie. After having such an exasperating phenomena crash into her like a natural disaster and then seeing the little Asian’s body tremor was a spontaneous, wild thing to encounter. To think Psyche would find a girl capable of being turned on by her own abilities, kind of like herself… was not only attractive as fuck but fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.

Gulping down air, Minako struggled to organize her thoughts. She hadn’t felt like this since… she hadn’t ever felt like this. ”Buh...before we continue, I should explain this.” She finally looked up at Gianna again, her mouth dry as her hands clutched at her pant legs. ”What you feel when I connect to you… I have no control over that. From what I have seen before, it seems to be different for each person, and it’s not always the same each time either.” As she spoke, her voice gradually grew more steady, and she took another deep breath. ”Um, are you ready to continue?”

Even though Gia’s face was wet from her tears, a masochistic smirk never left her face as she stared deep into the hypnotic eyes of the freshman. She already went this far and it seems like the girl wasn’t being terribly affected by her powers, yet, so why stop now? “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” And with that, the willing subject gave the newcomer full reigns over her body.

Minako nodded, and she straightened up a little. ”Okay.” She gently bit her lip as her thoughts turned inward, trying to think of what to do that wouldn’t be too extreme. When something finally came to her, she smiled. Yes, that will work. “Okay, close your eyes, and describe to me where you are right now.” Her voice became stronger, steadier. This was something that was familiar to her, something she could do and control.

Obediently, Gia did exactly what the girl asked of her, closing her eyes and describing her surroundings, “I am in your new bedroom, which is very much like every other dorm room. Based on your roommate’s things, she ‘speaks’ Delphina, all the way. The room is small, but enough for students to make by in, with the same boring furniture and hidden nooks and crannies you can hide things in...”

A small smile played across Minako’s lips. ”Are you sure?” she asked, a small teasing note in her voice.

For once in the confidant senior’s life, she wasn’t sure of herself. This girl made her question the area she was in, though Gia knew she was in the dormitory, right? “Am I not?”

Minako’s smile grew wider, and a sudden chill spread across Gianna’s back accompanied by a soft whisper, as though a cold wind was blowing against her, and she instinctively shivered. ”Open your eyes.”

Gianna did so, and immediately gasped. Around them spread a vast sea of clouds, roiling like steam as it was driven by the wind. Beneath her feet was flat, black rock, covered in clear ice that gleamed in the sunlight. She was standing on a circular mountain peak, no more than twenty feet across, with sides that dropped down so sheer that one would have needed the best mountaineering gear in the world to scale it, and even then, they would still likely fall. The wind came up again, this time howling with unrestrained fury, the cold biting deep into Gianna’s body. Across from her, Minako rocked on her feet, hands clasped behind her as she gave the most innocent smile imaginable. ”So, where are you now?”

Amazed at the reality that laid before her, the older woman hesitantly questioned, “... I have no idea. Is this real or…?” Her voice trailed off as she took in the air around her. Was it weird that Gia couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not? Crossing her arms, rubbing her body for warmth, intrigued turned into desperation, as she gazed upon the other girl. Desperation was all she felt - she needed to know.

Sucking on her lip, Minako tilted her head. ”Technically, no. In reality, we’re still in my room.” She gestured behind Gianna, who turned around to see the same bed she had sat on not more than a minute ago. ”There’s my bed,” she gestured over her shoulder, and the second bed fuzzed into view, ”my roommate’s” a third gesture, and the entire back wall appeared beside them, ”the window.”

Then she vanished, reappearing beside Gianna. ”Now I’m here,” a light tapping sensation made Gianna look up, finding another Minako floating above her, grinning broadly, “up here,” and her voice really did sound like it was coming from above her, “and here as well.” The soft whisper that came from over her shoulder made Gianna shiver slightly. She blinked, and suddenly everything was back to the way it was before: the two of them, standing in front of each other, in the dorm room.

“So… you can make illusions?” Thunderstruck, Gia unintentionally glared at the impressive freshman. Her mind still trying to register what had just happened. At the end of the day, Psyche would always be slightly intimidating no matter what she did to lessen her approach.

Again, Minako smiled. She held up her hand, her middle finger and thumb pressed together. “Well, that depends. If you want to know the truth, you must first answer one question: do you trust me?”

Trust wasn’t something Gianna Daniels did easily, but if she turned back now, who knows if she would ever find out this girl’s full potential? This was her opportunity to befriend someone that could help Gia achieve greatness. Everyone was seen as a tool in her eyes, but this girl, along with someone else the senior had been observing for a while, could be used as a weapon. So could she trust Minako? A girl she just met? A girl that made her heart shatter again and again and again? For the sake of finding out more…“Yes… I trust you.” With all her heart, she would trust this girl.

For a moment, uncertainty flickered across Minako’s face, though to Gianna she was still smiling. A flutter was running through her chest. It was different from what she had been feeling since she had first bumped into the other girl, not as intense, but still very similar. All of which added up to make her very uncertain about just what she was feeling, and she still wasn’t sure if she liked the feeling or not.

Finally she shrugged. “Alright then.” She snapped her fingers, and Gianna’s world went black.

Losing one sense, only heightens the others, but for someone who has never experienced being blind before, the sensation could be overwhelming. However, for Gia, this wasn’t the case. Mrs. Lovelace had thrown her in many different simulation scenarios, though what she experienced in the Control room was being deaf and not blind. Moving her hands around, she searched for Minako’s body until she felt the other girl’s shoulders. Letting her hands trail up the freshman’s form, ever so slowly, Gia’s fingers advanced up her shoulders, to her neck, until the Asian’s round face was in her gentle grasp. Bringing her head up for Minako to look at her, but unable to see anything she was doing, the woman seductively whispered, “I understand…” Although she was blind, she was still the same Gia, fairly beautiful and undeniably captivating. Giving the girl a magnetic smile, the senior purred, “We’re going to have a lot of fun, I can tell.”

Minako swallowed hard, the change in proximity and low purr in her voice causing her cheeks to redden again. Um… uh… She screwed her eyes shut. No, no! Stay in control, Minako. She opened her eyes again, and this time there was steel in her glowing violets. She looked at it as a fight, like the ones back in her dojo back home. At their core, a fight was simply a contest of wills. And when it came to a contest of wills, she did not lose. And she still had one last trick she wanted to do. ”Do you?” She snapped her fingers again. As suddenly as it had vanished, Gianna’s sight returned, only for her to immediately sag against the smaller girl as a wave of vertigo washed over her. She could see the floor beneath her feet, but she could swear that she was upside-down. As quickly as it came, the feeling passed, and Minako stepped away from her. ”Now you see. When I connect to someone, I don’t connect to their mind. I connect to their body, and their senses, all of them, are open to me. Alter them, enhance them, or turn them off. That is what I can do.”

Her demonstration complete, she relaxed her control, allowing the connection to fade. ”So, um, yeah.” A small, bashful smile played across her lips, and she clasped her hands behind her back.

Gaining full control over her body once more. Gia grinned and scurried to her purse. First, she put away her medication and second, she took out her phone. “What’s your number? You just gained your first friend, Minako~” She waited for the exchange to happen and then the senior was ready to take a nap in her own bed. This was so much to handle in a short time span but worth every ounce of her time.

Blinking, for a moment Gianna’s words didn’t register in Minako’s ears. Wait, what? “You… you want to be my friend?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re obviously a force to be reckoned with.”

For a moment, Minako simply stood still, slightly dumbfounded. After the way that she had made her feel, she still wanted to be her friend? Slowly, a bright smile formed on her face, and she rushed to her backpack. ”Uh, s-sure! Thank you!” Her heart soared as she gave the other girl her number. Perhaps today hadn’t been a complete disaster after all.

After the girls exchanged numbers, Gia giving Minako Lucas’ number for true emergencies (for instance, if she couldn’t reach her), she picked up her purse, preparing to leave. Before she dismissed herself, the succubus of a woman leaned in toward the not so innocent little lamb, almost like she was going in for a kiss. Letting the tension build up, she let her bronze cheek brush against Minako’s pale, yet rosy one’s, as her mellow tone voice slipped into the newcomer’s mind, “Be careful who you blush in front of.” Her lips were inches away from her ear and it would feel like the she-wolf was going to nibble on it, but instead she pulled away and winked, “I wouldn’t want someone to steal you away from me.” And with that, the temptress took her leave.

An immediate retort exited Eliana’s light pink lips to Benny’s comment about running into ‘someone foul-natured’, “That doesn’t matter now.” Within time, she may or may not allow herself to talk about this morning’s encounter but for now, she would get a gun in her hand and let all her frustrations go with every shot she took. Rolling her eyes at him calling her ‘cotton-tail’, she glanced back at Carmen, who seemed rather nervous with her being here, “Nice to formally meet you.” The cold and distant green orbs of the daughter of a renown teacher at Mayweather intimidatingly scanned her, waiting for the darker skinned woman to finish her paranoid request. Cutting her off, Ellie asked if she could be taught how to shoot a gun. While Benny summoned a pistol, she replied to the anxious acquaintance, “That’s the last thing I need. The entire student body ridiculing me because I have a stick up my ass. I already have my mother giving me hell and…” She was going to say Lucas’ name but decided against it, “...I gathered that this place was important to you.”

Carmen nodded incredulously. "Yeah... right..." She said softly, Eliana still giving her the creeps. "Yeah, this place is important to me. Keeps me away from all of the bullshit, you know?" She said. "Seems like you can use a place like this anyway. Especially when you run into something that's triggering as fuck... use that trigger to pull the trigger." She looked to Benny for approval before shaking her head. "Sorry, that was total shit... I gotta work on that." She chuckled lightly.

Benny didn't give an ounce of approval, and was in fact, as stoic as a stone. He checked the summoned P22 nonchalantly, making sure it would function like a gun should, but not firing it to test. He could see Carmen's shoulders were tense beneath her shirt, and she moved her arms a little stiffly as she gestured like she was known to do. "The range is a great way to let off steam. You can have your choice of laughing with or at Carmen too. Haha, just kidding she's tough so you should laugh with her." As he said this Benny patted Carmen in the middle of the back with his hand which wasn't holding a handgun. Soon after, he handed the gun over to his pal. Gingerly, Benny took Eliana's headphones and placed them around her neck from slightly behind her, the glasses following resting upon her brow.

The pun was cringe worthy to say the least. Chuckling to herself on how Carmen’s confusion and excitement was written all over her face, Ellie shook her head at the sudden change in emotion, “Funny you’re afraid of me calling you out... yet here you are, getting ready to give me that gun.” Her green orbs glanced at the weapon in the other woman's hand.

Carmen shrugged. "Well, hero-types that are willing to fire guns aren't normally the types to snitch to the authorities." She said with a soft smirk. "Besides, I always wanted to teach someone in the art of using firearms. Properly, that is." She explained as Benny passed the safety glasses and headphones to Eliana.

While Carmen explained protocol, the short woman, especially in juxtaposed to both her colleagues, let the magician man put the headphones around her neck and glasses on her head. Taking note of the nice, silver trim on the headphones, she gave Benny a kind smile.

Watching Eliana with a smile of his own showing, Benny was pleased she had seemed to pick up on the customization he had made to her gear. He thought he had catered to her tastes pretty well knowing her like he did. And he relished the chance to flaunt his moves a little more. "You can hold onto those or we can keep them here in an ammo box for you." He felt his cheeks rise a few degrees in temperature with a sudden rush of feeling. He hadn't expected that, but he was geniunely very happy that he had been able to offer Eliana that type of gift. Maybe he would do more in the future, if a little selfishly.

And then the lesson began as Carmen worriedly insisted to have the rules repeated back to her. Almost like a computer or a public announcement, but with a tad bit of playful sarcasm, Ellie quickly sped through everything that was explained to her from both Carmen and Benny, “Point the gun toward the floor at all times. It doesn’t matter if it’s on safety or not, loaded or not: Gun. Floor. All times. Unless I’m aiming to use it, but until then, we don’t need someone dying while I’m here since guns are figuratively always loaded.” She paused to catch her breath and then allowed herself to continue, “The pistol should not be turned sideways, and when I am aiming at a target, I should hold it with both hands, feet spread apart. Once I’m ready to make my move, I can take safety off, but up until that very moment, it stays on and my lovely finger avoids that trigger. And if I were wearing pants, I know better than to use it as a means to hold my gun.” Taking a moment to look at her colleagues, Ellie gave a smug grin as she held tightly onto the pistol, “I got everything?” She batted her eyes ‘innocently’.

Once Eliana repeated those safety instructions back to her, Carmen put her free hand up with a smirk. "Woah there with the sass, girl! Sorry to go all Dora The Explorer on your ass but that shit's dangerous." She said, gesturing to the P22 that was in her hand. "Can't take any chances, you know? Here..." Cautiously, the older woman handed Ellie the gun.

It was difficult for Benny to tell whether Eliana's confidence was about to be a boon or a bane. She did recite those instructions very well, so all of the information seemed to have arrived at the right place in her head to be applied. "To me you sound like an expert already Eliana. Now you can relax and let Carmen pose you like an action figure... Yeah. Perrrfect." Benny made a square with his thumbs and index fingers, taking in the profile of shooting-mode Eliana from the side.

"...stand nice and firm..." Carmen added as she helped Eliana get into firing position.

Once that was all said and done, she let Carmen put her in the position she needed to get in, with Eliana slightly making it better. Due to her orderly nature, Ellie was the type of girl who would get everything right the first time. She would not even aim the gun until she felt like her posture and stance was on par. Once she was satisfied with her well formed standard handgun shooter pose, she got ready to finally take action, “No need for further assistance. I got it."

Carmen stepped back. "Alrighty then, Rogue One, if you say so." She said, folding her arms and keeping her eye on Eliana closely.

Ellie's stare focused on one of the cans that her short-term mentor directed her attention to. Her hands were firmly on the gun, her feet were apart, and she did exactly what she was told to do. Since this was her first target, the distance between her and the can wasn't that overwhelmingly, but as her gaze pinpointed the target, she couldn't help but notice a mannequin not too far away. Perhaps, she would shoot at that once she hit the can. It seemed far more exciting to destroy a dummy versus her current subject. The world went quiet, with only the whistle of the air to fill their surroundings. Taking aim, narrowing her gaze to only notice the can, everything else blurring out, Eliana inhaled in and turned the safety off. Her kid-like joy was leaping on the inside but her face was calm, cool, and collected. She was ready. Taking a deep exhale out, she rested her finger on the trigger, and without further ado, Ellie pulled it and a bullet went racing out.

*Ping!* The bullet went straight for the can. It was slightly off, since the freshman girl didn't have the best aim, but it still was capable of making the can fly.

Not waiting for Carmen or Benny's critiques, she turned her gun toward the manly mannequin. Her eyes burning with fire, while she bit her lip in concentration. If one was staring at something they absolutely loathed, that would be Ellie as she imagined a man that got her so riled up that she replaced her target with his physique. She was staring at the devil himself. Silence was no longer existent when all one could hear in this general area was: *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*. In this situation, the poor mannequin was getting butchered and could not be saved by the wrath of Eliana Lovelace. She tried to aim for the center of it's head but hit it's chin, next went for it's shoulder but she hit it's stomach, then followed it's nether area but straight to the thigh the metal went. Eight bullet holes pierced the object. When she got to the last bullet, she aimed for the victim's heart. Her hands steadied and her eyes gave a deathly glare. Pushing on the trigger one last time, Ellie studied the man's chest, hoping her bullet would go where she wanted it to go. A small smirk slipped on her face as her last bullet went right through the mannequin's chest. Oh how she felt victorious!

It was very noticeable to Benny the way Eliana's eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened as she looked down range, preparing to fire on the male target. Breezy wind hit him full on while the eight shots were unleashed, tossing his trenchcoat up in a dramatic fashion. It was as if the weather knew what the moment indicated... This Eliana harbored a strong resentment for someone. A man, obviously by the looks of things. A resentment enough to wish his body a bit less intact. Now, was this information useful to her dear evil influence? Yes. Yes it was. He knew that when those eyes of hers alighted on whomever was the focus of her fury, he would see that expression again, maybe more knowing the mechanics of her power. Benny stared at the bullet holes briefly with raised brows, noting that Eliana had good accuracy for someone clearly fueled by the red fire of anger. "How did that feel, are your wrists all right Eliana?" Benny looked over Eliana's hands a little concerned.

"Yeah... I'm fine. It was refreshing, I guess." The weapon was taken away by Carmen while Ellie moved her wrists around. Her anger dissipated.

Carmen, on the other hand, felt a little different about all of this. Jeezus fuckin' christmas SHIT! She thought to herself, hiding her true expression of terror for just a few moments. She didn't say a word, even as the slide was locked back on the P22. She looked to Benny for just a moment before closing her mouth and walking over to Ellie, gently removing the gun from her hands. "Alright... I think that's enough shooting for one day..." Carmen said awkwardly, storing the gun away. "... is anyone hungry? You look like you could use some Cool Ranch Doritos®!" She chuckled nervously. After a little, she looked to Eliana and sighed. "... do you feel better now?" She asked. "I honestly hope that was cathartic for you... don't want you to go all Sandy Hook up in this motherfucker." She said.

By now Eliana had finished taking off the shooting equipment and fully supported the notion of grabbing a snack (even though she may have forgotten to answer that question). Like a second nature to her, Ellie grabbed ahold of her hair and braided it, listening attentively to Carmen's concerns and not showing any reactions to her jokes, "Mmhm. It felt nice... I needed that." Once her hair was braided, she undid it, having only messed around with it as habit, "Either way, thank you. Both of you."

Benny nodded a little solemnly. "You're welcome." He absent mindedly made sure his hat was secure on his head, the ominous gusts wouldn't let up. His thoughts projected ahead in time, to when they would arrive at Mayweather.

"Well... alright, good. No problem." Carmen nodded, taking some of the shooting equipment and the weapons back to the Mustang. Once she walked there, she looked back to Eliana. "You scare the shit out me sometimes, you know that?" She sighed, shaking her head. "Whatever helps you sort your shit out, homegirl. C'mon, there's a backseat here."

He was already so curious as to what could and would happen this year at school. "I could still go for the nice grease coated food with a malt beside it. I would also really enjoy being somewhere with cliffs right now. I guess I could walk up for a bit anywhere though, so let's pick wherever."

She turned to Benny, who mentioned the cliffs. "Yeah we'll head to the gas station, eat there for a bit, and we'll head back to Mayweather. We can go to the cliffs another time though."

Dream Catcher observed the two and gave a simple reply: a soft, yet devious, smirk. Not saying anymore words, she went toward the car. Her bed sounded lovely right about now.

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It was a nice drive through the countryside of Upstate New York, Hudson Valley being a mighty beautiful place to drive through, especially in a Mustang such as that of Carmen's. The Cobra was always a vicious snake of a car, a rapid vehicle that moved fast at a moments notice, and striked fast with an acceleration of 4 seconds in 0-60 MPH. Carmen never wasted any time touting about her car on the way down to the gas station, all while listening to some more soothing tunes on the ride there. Once they arrived, Carmen wasted no time in parking at a comfortable, remote place before getting out to get the snacks for everyone.

Before Ellie had a chance to give Carmen money, she watched her acquaintance march inside the gas station. Her father owned a British global hospitality corporation that managed and franchised a wide portfolio of hotels and resorts. To rely on someone to provide something that she could easily afford was a rather selfish thing to do. Unlike most wealthy individuals that Eliana knew, she liked holding hard cash. Not fond of the idea of constantly swiping a card and being desensitized from her spending habits, the heiress of Millennium slid her hand into her purse and pulled out her wallet, taking out a ten dollar bill. She would hold onto it until she was given a chance to give it to Benny's friend.

Carmen, being the one with the most cash (or so she thought, since Eliana was wealthy and Benny had infinite money), was the one who took up the duty for buying snacks for everyone. While Carmen got herself a big ol' bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, a bottle of Orange Gatorade and a big bag of Skittles, she also got Benny some limited edition ranch-flavored Funyuns and Eliana some oven-baked Sun chips, along with some Malts and bottled water for both Benny and Eliana respectively.

"So..." Carmen broke the ice while they strolled back to the car. "... what's popping, Ellie? What are your awesome powers?" She asked with somewhat of a genuine smile, wanting to get to know her (and hopefully befriend her).

Benny walked in pace with Eliana, not quite keeping up with Carmen's boisterous step. He looked her over, causing their eyes to meet momentarily. She seemed more confused with how to address Carmen's inquiry than interested in having emotion-ridden eye contact with him. He had been hungering for some more of that since the range, having been in small part stunned shortly after her entrance. She smelled... Oh my god. She smelled sort of like a vanilla cake. This had to be the most villainous and manipulative sensation Benny had ever experienced. That... scent. Too... Alluring... Overpowering... Senses... "I think Ellie has way too many awesome powers to count. Isn't that right, Carrots?" Thank the lord I have a swift tongue, thought Benny, in that moment.

Carmen's slang would be something Eliana definitely had to get use to. My powers? she thought to herself. That was a loaded question. Oblivious through and through, she didn't think anything of the eye contact she made with Benny. Instead, she thought deeper into the question that was asked, until his voice cut in, having yet another nickname for her. Shrugging to Benny's comment, Ellie vaguely answered Carmen, "The simple version of my powers. I'm an illusionist. I trick the mind on believing a reality I create."

Before Ellie could continue answering, they entered the car. The track changed to something a little more low key and laid back, appropriate for the time being, now that they could relax and eat their snacks. She paused and wondered if her explanation seemed a lot more intimidating than she intended it to be, "As scary as that sounds... I try not to abuse my powers, only using them as means to protect myself and others." She decided to end the focus on her and turn the question around, "I have yet to see you in action, Carmen. What are you capable of?" While she asked the question, the pale skinned girl leaned forward and placed the ten dollar bill on the car console, "Keep it. That's for gas and the snacks. I won't accept it back." Leaving the money behind, obviously stubborn as a mule, she rested her back against her seat and drank some of her water.

Leaning back in her seat, having handed the snacks out to everyone after they all entered the car, Carmen looked to Eliana before taking a few sips of her sports drink. Hearing that Eliana was an illusionist, Carmen nodded softly. "Yeah... I could use some of that in my life. I've seen too much of the truth these days... so much hate, oppression and... suffering.." She sighed softly, looking off into the distant skies, seeing the clouds. Once Eliana fully explained herself, however, she nodded and smiled. "Well... it's kinda nice to know that you aren't using it wontonly either." She said with a chuckle, and before she could ask any follow-up questions, she was given one herself. "Hm? Oh, I have the abilitiy to like.... slow time for myself to almost extreme levels, allowing me to drive like an action movie star in thick traffic without even scratching my car, to place insanely accurate shots on my targets and to dodge blows and throw my own in a fight. This power is what most people call Fast Reflexes, but I prefer to call it Reflex Driving, Reflex Shooting and Reflex Fighting respectively. May sound boring and stupid at first, as it's not as flashy as being able to Fly or be Invincible. This does allow me to get fatal headshots with every bullet I fire, make me a serious bitch to fight in hand-to-hand combat, make me quite an amazing race car and getaway driver, allow me to apply good and real first aid to people, and allow me to win timed contests. In other words, it allows me to react to things fast than any human being could." She grinned lightly. "I'm pretty sure Benny can vouch for me on this one." She said before digging into her Doritos and eating quite a few. Seeing the ten dollar bill slapped on the middle console, however, she looked at it. "Oh shit, well... thanks. You didn't have to do that." She said with a soft and genuine smile, taking the money and pocketing it.

With a raised brow, Eliana opened her sun chips bag and conscientiously listened to Carmen. Always one to take in the information around her, never one to provide unless necessary. Lightly, she muttered, "Fast reflexes, hm." Before she grabbed a chip, she gleefully joked, "I'd love to see you and Jess go at it in the Control Room. Pure strength vs. Reflexes of the gods. That would be one hell of a battle to see." With a light, almost cutesy giggle, while she thought about her friend, she simpered, "We all can agree that you two are some of the more badass women on campus." Subsequently, the younger woman grabbed a chip and took a small bite, trying to not be terribly loud. By minor observation, one can tell that Ellie was brought up to be a lady (even if this morning with a certain someone, her 'lady-side' got kicked out the door).

"Oh, Jess? Superwoman? I think she'll turn my bones into dust!" She laughed. "I'm not gonna bother messing with her but I'm pretty sure that even if I try to punch her, I'll probably break my fists." She chuckled a little before taking out a few chips, crunching down on them and licking her Dorito fingers clean of salt and flavor residue from the chips. "But yeah... I can see why that would be the Battle of the Century." She said with an amused grin. "And... it's pretty cool to know that I'm the second most badass female in the school. Not bad for a new kid unfamiliar with all of this if you ask me." She said before finishing the rest of her chips, wiping away the Cool Ranch flavored filth from her fingers before tossing all of her trash in a small plastic Kroger bag. "Throw all of your trash in here... You can hand your trash to me, Ellie, if you can't reach it from there."

Benny speculated a little about whether Carmen or Jessica Sterling would win a skirmish in the control room. From what he knew about Sterling's power, she was very strong and also durable. He had no idea what sort of firepower it could take to hurt her. "Maybe I could take on Jessica, if Kryptonite works on her..." Benny thought back to the last time he had used his acquisition to retrieve a volatile substance, and realized he didn't have anywhere to leave behind even a contained radioactive substance like Kryptonite besides Carmen's car... So he didn't take any out of his coat to demonstrate. "I would show you that right now, but it's fairly dangerous... Those guys in the comics holding it in their hand is such a joke." Benny crunched on his Funyuns exuberantly, making a small uproar with each bite, but not chewing loudly afterward. He also drank the malt through two straws at once dutifully, polishing it off rather rapidly. He was far overdue for a semi-compulsion fueled eating session. "I love this malt flavor... Thanks for picking that up." It was, of course, a vanilla malt he was suckling at.

"Oh, no problem! Anything for my homeboy." Carmen said with a smile, going in to fist-bump Benny. "I seriously doubt that miss Sterling's from Krypton... and I doubt Krypton exists in the first place... though with freaking people with all kinds of crazy powers here I guess anything's possible at this point." She shrugged. "The only explanation I got for my own powers was that it was a gift from God or some other cosmic shit like that, granted to me in order to bring order to this chaotic world or some shit." She sighed. "I don't know... I'm still trying to figure it out as I go along, really. Either way, I'd rather not find out what it takes to beat Superwoman. Again, I don't want her to pound me into a bloody pulp in order to find out." She said with a soft chuckle.

Dream Catcher kept to herself as the other two discussed whether or not they could take down Jessica. She took this time to close her chip bag and use one of her hair clips attached to her bag to fasten it closed. Placing it in her purse, Ellie wondered why people, including herself, were rather critical on themselves to the point that they would let their thoughts hold them down because the odds seemed against them. Even 'Superwoman' has her weaknesses. There was a brief moment of silence where Ellie could let her voice chime into the conversation. Clearing her throat, she encouraged, "You both should give yourselves more credit." Her gaze went to the window to watch a stranger walk by, "In my opinion, it doesn't matter what kind of power you have. As long as you know how to use it and you take the time to understand your opponent and your surroundings, there's always a chance you can win."

Carmen looked into the rearview mirror, seeing Ellie. "Well... thanks, that's actually a little helpful." She said with a gentle smile, and a little blush. She looked ahead, back onto the road. "C'mon, let's go home before I start having suicidal thoughts." She half-joked, starting the Cobra and putting it into gear. "Alright, buckle up so the state troopers don't get us." She said with a smile, soon driving out from the parking lot of the gas station and out onto the wide open road, heading back home to the Mayweather Campus.

Did you honestly think we'd make this easy for you, villains? Don't think us to be dumb. Sam has been here long enough to know word goes around fast. Meet the Dewey brothers, Vice President of Student Council, Lou, and his Junior brother, Jay, who fancies math and numbers. They will be patrolling the top floor of Mayweather Old East, since the party will be held on that specific roof. Before anyone gets to Senior Journalist extraordinaire, Danny Leoni, head editor of Mayweather Daily, who will be at the door with a grand guest list, you'll have to go through them. As much as these three men do not look intimidating, think again. The Dewey Brothers have gained a reputation for being one of the best duos this school has to offer. "Stasis" (FC: Zac Efron) has the ability to hold someone by simply pointing his finger. The time a person will be frozen in position varies depending on their body type and willpower. The stronger your mind and the bigger your body is, the shorter you will be stuck in a pose that he left you in. This gives his younger brother, "Chaos Theory" (FC: Dave Franco), time to touch said person and send them through a wormhole to a destination within ten miles. Put these two together and you have the perfect bouncers. Then you have the apathetic hero known as "The Unswayed" (FC: Ezra Miller). His mind is completely filled with white noise which makes it impossible for any mind manipulators to have their way with him. Along with that, he can extend his ability to fill an area of his choosing with the same white noise that is in his head. As long as he's on this floor, no one, not the Dewey Brothers, the guests, or the uninvited, can be influenced by people like Klaus and Gianna. All three of them will have bluetooth walkie-talkies that signal the DJ upstairs if they come across problems. There is surveillance throughout the building, especially in the Hallways, and if a war were to happen or causalities, well that wouldn't look good for you silly Delphinas, now would it? You can be civil or you can be expelled, your choice.

Heroes, heroes! We've been expecting you. Welcome to the best bash of the year! Kidding, we'll throw even better ones in the future. If you think this party is hot, just you wait for the next one. As you can see, the roof entrance, the wall of the bricked building, and the half walls on the roof's ends are decorated with colorful lights galore. We've installed a makeshift dance floor with pillars at each corner so that we could add some shine to the dance zone! Hanging on one of those pillars is a disco ball, while the pillar diagonal from it has a laser light pointing at it to make the dance floor truly shimmer various colors. The dance floor would be straight passed the entrance, practically in the center, with a big booth for DJ Pearl Bailey (FC: Charli XCX) on the left side and two tables with finger food and drinks on the right side (The fruit punch is spiked and there are coolers under the table with extra beverages). The DJ's actual name is Bailey Young, she's a sophomore at Mayweather, who goes by the alias: Banshee. If her alias didn't give away her abilities enough, just get her angry. If you make her screech, she will pop your eardrums or worse, make them bleed. By each corner of the roof, there are torches in flower pots to signal students the end of the roof. Don't be stupid and tumble off the building. Please. There is an area behind the food to sit (tables and chairs reference) and chat with your fellow colleagues. If there are no more patio seats, take a seat on the half wall, but please be careful. _{(The color scheme is overall bright)}

I-I can't believe this is a thing right now. For a long moment, Eliana Lovelace stood under her archway of her dorm door, completely bewildered at the sight she was seeing. Let's just say she was stunned for a round.

Once Carmen parked her car the three of them split to do their own thing. Ellie went back to the place she left Lucas to retrieve the damaged novel she had forgotten, relieved she didn't bump into anyone during that time. The good experience she had at the shooting range was kicked out the door when she opened her own door. How should she feel? Her dark turquoise comforter, white sheets, and pillow cases were impressively twisted into a knot and laying at the center of her room on the carpet. When she walked to her desk chair and tested it to see if it was safe, it collapsed to the floor. How should she feel? The only outfits left in her closet was four short dresses that weren't her favorite because of the length, but it would be rude to throw away a graduation gift from her aunt. Odd, that those were the only dresses that survived. Ellie had promised her Aunt she would find an occasion to wear them this year, I guess that's sooner rather than later. How should she feel? On top of her clothes spelling 'Courtesy of Delphina Academy' on the wall, her undergarments were hanging like fucking banners and lights, as if they were decorations on display.

Her door was closed now as she stood in the center of the room, pushing her bedding to the side with her foot. Head completely spinning. Heart picking up in speed. No words could escape her lips.

Suddenly, alarms set off in her. Oh no, no, no, no... fuck, fuck. Her dresser was in parts, in the corner of the room. Shaking. Her hands were shaking. Her legs were shaking. Her body was shaking. My journal... my... Ellie was no longer in a state of being stupefied. No. She was on the verge of doing something irrational and deadly. If she was going to cry, it would only be because of how uncontrollably angry she felt. Her journal was the only thing she could be completely honest to. Sure, she had friends to talk to but there's only so much she could share with them.

Yet the words I can't believe he would do this never crossed her mind. Actually, this was in his nature, she should have been more prepared. Fuck my life.

Digging into her purse and taking out her phone, she went to Jess' number. Nearly hyperventilating, she called her friend but went straight to voicemail. Trying to keep her breathing steady, Ellie muttered, "If I asked you to help me hurt someone, would you? Jess, I need you... asap. I-I don't know what I may do to him, but I... I need you. Oh god, I need to calm down. I'm freaking out. And the thing is, it wasn't just him. He couldn't have done this by himself. But I do know this was his idea... I'm going to fucking kill him."

As she hung up, her head turned to the knocking on her door. Dropping her things on the comforter on the floor, she shuffled her way to the door and cracked it open, not saying a word. Staring at Bailey, her poisonous stare filled with anger untold, she quietly listened to the other girl.

"Woah, babe. Rough day?" Bailey paused for a second and realized she wasn't going to get a word out of Ellie right now, "I'll just make this quick then... party tonight on the roof. You're invited... You probably could use it." The DJ didn't allow her eyes to venture inside, even if she was curious. Instead, Bailey said her goodbyes and awkwardly left to inform other Heroes about the party.

Closing the door, Ellie turned around, and slid her back on it until her bottom was nicely rested on the ground. Burying her face as she hugged her knees, she mumbled, "I need to call Jenna..." She'd have to remember to ask her sister to send her some of her extra clothes. Fixing this mess up wouldn't be easy alone. There was always the option of telling the authorities or hiring someone to help her, but Ellie did not want her mother to know about any of this and she didn't want to use her money for something that could be done by her own hands.

Jess had called her back near immediately and they discussed plans. They did have a task they wanted to achieve before they attended the party. Looking into her body mirror, her room a little better, but still a fucking disaster, she looked at her tiny black dress holding the ends of it, "You're too short..." Even with stockings on, Ellie felt a bit awkward. Her dress was elegant, yes, but the length was just asking for her to get attention. Granted, she was not as bad as other girls at this school. Most people would say she looked sophisticated. Perhaps, it was the roller coaster of emotions that was making her paranoid. I think I will drink tonight...

Not wanting to be in her room anymore, she exited it and went to Mayweather Old West to Jessica's bedroom to see if she was ready. Ellie ignored all those that stared at her, making her aura unpleasant to look at as her heels clicked on the ground.

Reaching Jess' door, Dream Catcher, who was ready for a night to forget (make up and all), lightly hit the door with her knuckles. *Knock* *Knock*. While waiting, she grabbed her right arm with her left hand and silently kept to herself.

After that crazy ride Gianna Daniels just had with the new kid, she decided to go to her bedroom on the third floor of Mayweather Old West and lay down. Before she got to her bedroom, a little birdie Mayweather freshman gestured for her to go into his room. He ended up telling her that there was a "MAYWEATHER ONLY" party happening on the roof of Old East. Oh, that just won't do. Rewarding the kid with a gentle kiss on the cheek, she dismissed herself and strolled into Old West. While she walked, Gia had texted Brenna informing her that she was fine, but that she needed to rest (and would tell her more later). Right after that, she sent a mass text to all the Delphinas she had the numbers of. For once, her text was not in shorthand.



Spending the rest of her day contemplating the occurrence with Minako, a conversation that was bound to happen today with Lucas, and the best outfit to wear at the party, she would like to think her day was wonderfully eventful. Gia wasn't completely alone since she kept her door open for visitors to come and go as they pleased, regardless if she was taking her top off and trying on a dress or not. Plus, she could hear the sound of conversations going on in the nearby pool room. The presence of others was some sort of comfort for Psyche. The one thing she was especially excited for tonight was playing matchmaker. Maybe she could stick cupid's arrows in two people who would NEVER work out. That would be laughable, but definitely worth the watch.

Oh, and don't think her and her babies weren't going to make a grand entrance. Luckily for Spiderman, he could swing onto the roof or climb the dorm building, but if Gia needed to, she could find someone to get her there without the stress of going through the bouncers. However, it sounded more delightful to talk her way through this challenge. How did she know about it? Danny Leoni and the Dewey Brothers would do anything for Sam. It also helps Gia has Little Birdies throughout both schools that share with her: whispers. Woo people with words and you can get what you want. Those three were college kids - do you really think they want to guard the door all night? It must be sad that they were put on duty while everyone else had the time of their lives. The brothers would be fairly easy, more so Lou than Jay, but Danny was more of the challenge since he resisted her power like nobody else.

Gia would have to make sure her puppy had a leash and a muzzle on. There was no need for him to make irrational moves that would cause Chaos Theory to send him miles away. The art of persuasion, without the use of powers, was definitely something heroes and villains alike should learn to do.


With her hair straitened, her eye makeup done, and her body ready to be ravished, Gia was set to get her party on and make an everlasting impression for those who didn't know her. Now, all she needed to do was wait for her pup, since they had set up a short meeting to "talk" at 7:30 PM, right before the party. He would be here any minute now. After applying nude lipstick on, she kissed the LED beauty mirror on her dresser. Frisky, feisty, and ready to marry the night!

While she waited for Lucas to make his entrance, hopefully closing her door on his way in, she played Dilemma by Nelly ft Kelly Rowland and went to her closet where she hid a decent stash of alcohol. Taking two shot glasses and her Bacardi 151 out, Gia danced her way to her desk (right in front of the entrance door on the other end of the room, by the window), while she swayed her body, hips, and plump bottom to some classic R&B jams. Placing the shot glasses away from her laptop and on the wooden surface, the she-wolf poured the alcoholic liquid to the top of each glass. Sammy, Sammy, Sam, you should know better than to think I'd let you have this night to yourself. As much as Gia wanted to start drinking, it was better with someone else, especially someone she actually cared about. When Lucas entered, he would definitely get a nice look of the back of her fine, fit form as she let the music rock it. Pure and utter bliss. Tonight was going to be great.