Aislin made a show of blushing, waving her hands about. "Oh my, you flatter me, darling." She said, laughing. The blonde confirmed her name was Alex, much to Aislin's amusement. I like this gal already. Her dark-haired friend quietly excused herself, heading on her way to the dorms with what looked like her own roommate. There was an awkward feeling between them, but Aislin merely watched with a half-smirk before turning her gaze back to Alex.
"Oh yeah, I can already tell we're gonna have lots of fun this year. I've never had a roommate, but I'm super easy to get along with as long as you don't mind the furniture walking around occasionally." She raised her hand, anticipating Alex's confusion. "I promise it's entirely harmless. When I uh, daydream objects have been known to wake up, but without an intent from me their temperament is naturally playful, maybe a little dumb.
"But I probably have you even more confused now. Um, it's a form of what I can do, my ability." Aislin bit her lip, feeling like she was rambling. "I can program objects to do things, pretty much. Seeing as I've never shared a room with anyone I didn't think my power would inconvenience someone stuck in the same room with all their own stuff..."
She snapped her fingers, realization lighting up her blue eyes. "Speaking of stuff, our luggage is already up in our rooms, right? I'd like to see if all my items made it in one piece. What number are we, again?" Aislin checked her slip of paper. "318? Dammit, we're only one off from the school numbers."
Aislin briefly wondered which level their room was on. Dorms with hundreds of rooms usually had the first number of the room as the floor level. So what, level three? Maybe we'll have a room with a view! Heights never bothered her; the higher the better, it was the one time she felt tall and small at the same time.
"Master Alex," She said theatrically, standing with the attitude of a butler. "Shall we partake in a tour of our new establishments? I believe we are housed in the third floor."
Tossing her head back, she laughed at herself while turning to the elevators. The down arrow button glowed white as she pressed it, making a satisfying click sound. Aislin was almost tempted to push it again. Glowing buttons never get old.
"Christoper Fox? Who is this fuckwit?" Said a loud asshole.
Oh look, an asshole. Aislin narrowed her eyes. I hate assholes. An immense amount of irritation welled up in her chest, flipping around her attitude faster than if she was bipolar. Well, maybe she kind of was. Nothing ever upset her. Ever. Except this one little thing: assholes. Just their speech made her feel contaminated, like she absorbed some of their stupid rage. It felt like choking on sweaty gym shoes.
The elevator still hadn't arrived, and Aislin knew exactly what devious deed she wanted to inflict on the asshole. Pushing her emotions aside, she closed her eyes a moment, and opened them on his shoes. The laces wiggled to life, quietly untying themselves and reaching out to each other. They made a mess of knots between the two shoes, tying his feet together to such an extent he'd need something sharp to cut the strings. Of course, they were as subtle as possible in their mischief; it wouldn't do to have him know of his restricted movement before he tried walking. The harder the fall, the better.
The laces fell quiet as Aislin disconnected, blinking as she glanced back at the elevators. One of the silver doors opened just then, and she pulled Alex in with her. "So, I would say 'let's get the fuck outta here', but I tied that asshole's shoes together," She discreetly pointed him out in the lobby, holding a hand on the door so it wouldn't close. "And I kind of sadistically wanna watch what happens. Totally up to you, though."
It was only in a third glance that Aislin noticed the lady under the arm of the asshole. Oh shit, Deborah?! She was instantly confused why she was with such a loser and not Shannon, but maybe there was more to the story. Aislin's heart skipped a beat when she considered the fact that Deborah might not like her boyfriend getting pranked. Too damn late for that. And not only was she Cerebral, she knew Aislin's power.
Before Deborah put two and two together, Aislin jammed the 'close doors' button, only relaxing when the lift was swiftly moving up. "Damn, the prankster never gets caught red-handed..." She muttered to herself, trying to slow her heart rate.