Sue
Caits said
Phoebe
….made sure that Sue could see her hands, before signing one of the only few sentences she was confident in, "I am Phoebe" she continued on by signing, "I don't know many signs well" at least, she hope that’s what she signed. She turned to the guy that had been signing with her most of the day, "Can you help us here? Sign for us, and for Sue?" She asked.
KatherinWinter said
Katherin
…bit her lip. She hadn't meant to be loud but that happened sometimes. She would have to remember that Sue was sensitive to sound. Fortunately, Katherin had some experience with that one of her foster brothers had been autistic and was very sensitive to sound. She had made an effort to learn some sign language hoping that would help her be close to him. Katherin signed. “I apologize I can get loud when I am excited. I'll be more careful."
She was delighted with their efforts of sign language. She had to extrapolate what Phoebe had meant at first but she understood what she meant. She found it amazing how many people knew a bit of sign, that people were nicer than she’d thought. It was just her nervousness of a whole new environment, however, as normally she was the least likely to be influenced by prejudice. One would be, under normal circumstances, considering the volatility of superpowers all contained in one place. You could not possibly be any more cautious and paranoid of anything else than being stuck with what is essentially a pool of destruction and domination.
Sue pushed the thought aside, and wrote on her notebook,
”I can hear, it’s just my hearing amplifies sound.”, she followed with hand gestures, near her ear, opening and spreading outwards, like a bomb. She hoped they knew what she meant. Last thing she wanted to show though was a sign of weakness and doubt. They may be friends with her now, but Sue hoped to play it safe to know who she can truly be friends with.
She watched as the girl from earlier enter the classroom, the one that controlled paper. It was a fantastic ability, Sue thought, but the emotions she ought to be feeling at the moment were something Sue had difficulty in managing. It was easy for one to speak their mind with their voice, but Sue had none. She learnt, however, that by giving people time to clear their mind, that she could swoop in and do her magic of cheering people up.
SupermanSuperman had been watching through the camera the same feed that was being shown to the students’ classroom, witnessing what would be considered an outlandish behaviour that his colleague Mimic was borderline-crossing. Perhaps it was time he’d move in.
“I’m stepping out for a bit,” he spoke without facing Bruce. They didn’t work in the same office nor were they even of the same managerial/positional level; Bruce was the principal, Clark was a teacher – but the two were the closest allies and friends for the longest time. Bruce was a wise, intelligent man, but Clark provided an insightful point of view that proved valuable with Superman’s fortitude for hope and justice.
Bruce did not reply.
Superman was wondering his formal clothing on top of his suit. He was not retired – he practically did not age, and he would still be considered a ripe, young man were he human by any stretch. He still emanated supremacy and power with his broad body and tall height. His smooth hair and chiseled jaw matching his face that mixed gentleness and strictness so bizarrely well. He was very debonair, but humble.
He reached the building and the training room in no time at all. Superman knocked on the door loudly but opened the door either way to see Mimic and one of the students, the two battling it out. “Hey, Cal. Why don’t you take a minute? You have been working a lot lately,” it was a mild-mannered excuse for Mimic to leave the pestering of the students. “You did good, son,” looking at Gabriel. “Now, would you please send in the remaining students?” the man of steel followed it with a thumbs up pointed out to the door, and an eyebrow raise, the girth of his body that barely made it through the door.
'Actually, hold up. I'll invite someone. Come on," he invited Gabriel out of the room and into the classroom.
He stood in front of the class, and simply said:
"Who wants to go next with me?"
SueAs she looked at the girl whose head was tucked in her arms, she looked back at the camera, and it barely caught Superman in the shot.
Ecstatic, she jumped up and down, her hands pointed at the screen, trying to catch people’s attention back to the feed, her smile effervescent.
