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Post by Rorianna E. Quinn on Oct 25, 2010 16:22:51 GMT -5
Rorianna was sitting on the railing, facing the inside which spiraled down until it hit the bottom-most level of the building. Currently, she was sitting on the fourth floor, so the distance to the bottom was pretty far. The space in between the railings was small, but then, so was she. She could easily fit in between and fall to what most definitely be broken ankles. She was wearing four-inch, knee-high, stilleto heeled boots, of course. She was confidant she wouldn't fall, however.
If she was asked what she was doing, sitting here on the stairs, her answer would be simple. Skipping class. It would not matter if that person was a teacher or a student. Honestly she didn't care if she got detention, she already had one for nearly every day this week. Every day but Friday of course.
Now, the much trickier question for her to answer would be why. It would all depend on who asked. Her only answer would be none of your business. She really didn't want to talk about it. She had a headache meaning her control was a little off. Because her powers were mainly mental, when she got migraines her control tended to slip. She could still copy powers, and use them of course. The only problem was the control bit. They would either be much more powerful, or much more weak than they were intended. When this happened she refrained from using the more dangerous powers she knew.
Lately, she felt the need to actually socialize within this annoying school. All of her friends graduated last year, or decided not to come because of the norms. She had trouble making new friends, considering she had been very comfortable in the old group she had created, but not being able to talk to people without getting weird stares was really getting on her nerves.
Tag: Open Word Count:319 Muse: pretty good Date: 9/7/10 Weather: Coolish Time of Day: 1:17pm Outfit: Here |
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