Hell No[Open]

[OLIVER JAMES WILDER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] [style=background-image: url('http://static.tumblr.com/27a6066f440e9c726925e77f8ac8d34d/rhwbroi/Nc5mw305h/tumblr_static_evan-evan-peters-35878082-500-250.gif'); width: 400px; height: 250px; opacity: 0.6;] [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; opacity: 0.8; font-face:courier new; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 400px; margin-top: -35px;]i can live without you but without you i'll be miserable at best[/style] [style=width: 400px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; color: 272727; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto;] Oliver didn’t want to tell any of the staff that a snake had followed him inside. He had no idea why but, it was the only piece of his home that he had left to latch to. Of course, his home not being where he really wanted to be( with his sister) , instead it was the place he had learned to form a love-hate relationship with. Oliver missed those things, he missed the smell of wood after a fresh rainshower. But, he had to look after his safety and there wasn’t a chance in Hell he would survive a brutal winter ahead. But, he was here so he might as well make the best out of a purely annoying situation. Class started tomorrow for him and he wasn’t looking forward to showing anyone his power. Hell, he refused to. He hated the acid that destroyed his family and set him as an outcast. All Oliver wanted was to be left alone but, every turn he took there was either an overly frustrating student or a teacher. No point in that. He wasn’t looking for friends, or to “ control” his powers. He was looking for shelter and food, that was ALL. While his feet carried him into the next hallway, just wandering around, a door next to him opened and next thing he knew, he was being nagged and yelled at to get to class, to get inside. I guess it was class time. Oh no silly Oliver had “ forgot”. “ I won’t be attending.” He gritted his teeth a bit subconsciously. “That’s not an option. I understand you’re new but, we can’t have out of control students.” The teacher grabbed olivers arm, with gloves on which Oli assumed were to prevent powers from effecting her. “ I said No!” His body shook in frustration until he was practically slammed into a seat. All eyes were on him for now and he just glanced down, acid leaking onto the floor from his balled up fists. [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; font-face:courier new; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; width: 400px;]words ### tagged open notes notes here[/style]

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[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

Groaning as she moved her head from her pillow Rose glanced lazily at her alarm clock and froze with horror. Crap, she’d slept in she was going to be late again. Immediately she darted up throwing off the lilac covers and sprang into the bathroom grabbing a fistful of clothes from her dresser as she passed it. Midway through brushing her teeth she checked her watch, she had ten minutes to get to class, for a moment she paused to recollect herself, right she could do this she could so do this – she checked her reflection in the mirror and frowned – she couldn’t do this, she was so doomed.
Damn her powers she was going to be in so much trouble – last time she’d been given a warning, this time it’d be detention for sure. Freya had already left, typical, she could have woken her she supposed it was revenge for her restless sleeping and night terror filled dreams. She knew she was a horror to live with.

tying her hair into a loose bun and clipping back in stray pieces of hair with bobby pins she grabbed her book bag and raced down the hall. She checked her watch again, five minutes late – skidding down the corridor she arrived just in time to see the teacher drag one of her fellow pupils inside. For a moment she stopped and watched with wide eyes as the drama unfolded – as they yelled at one another she took the opportunity to slip in – she was detected.

“And where on earth have you been, Braonain,” snapped the teacher who was still very cross from her encounter with the other student. She opened her mouth to explain when the teacher shook her head “take a seat, I’d like to start to the lesson today. Next to Wilder please.”
Rose nodded and slipped into the only available only noting the dripping liquid as all eyes seemed to turn to the boy. She shifted awkwardly she tried to ignore the hissing sound the liquid made as it contacted the floor.

She listened half heartedly as the teacher began the lesson, talking in the same drab monotone voice she held no ones attention, and Rose slowly felt her eyelids drooping. No- No She would not be that person. Forcing herself to stare forward she concentrated on the chalkboard - only breaking away when the teacher commanded the class to pair up with the person next to them - and in her words. "not kill each other" and to discuss their respected abilities.

Blinking slowly she turned to the acid boy - because really it would be just her luck to have to partner with the resident angry kid - with a gentle smile. Because after all, not everyone could be chipper this morning, she hardly blamed him for his outburst - the teacher was a real bitch.

"So, Oliver, right?" she asked remembering his name from roll call, "guess we're partners now, I'm Rose."

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[OLIVER JAMES WILDER]

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[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

Rosalie frowned at Oliver’s obvious disdain for partnering up it wasn’t as though he was the only one that hated the idea. She sighed and decided to make the best of a bad situation even if it was gradually worsening, nicknames, really? Inwardly wincing she quirked an eyebrow and held back a frown. She was certainly far too tired for this. Though she nodded in agreement as he spoke – she only wished she could have spent the rest of the day in bed – but she wasn’t a convincing enough liar to fake an illness the nurses would have her sussed and in detention before she could cough the word Flu.

“Oh I know, I’d rather be anywhere but here, so if you find a way to escape let me know.” She said glumly she hated her ability and her inability to control it, the last thing she needed was to have an episode in front of the whole class and become the laughing stock of the school.
“I’m not really sure how this supposed to help us either.” She said as she considered the teacher curiously.” As she returned to her front desk, it seemed as though the idea was born from pure laziness. Her gaze returned to Oliver as he spoke again quirking a soft smile as he did a strange little bow of introduction.

“O-oh, it's Rose,” she said, “Nice to meet you I hope.” She grinned brightly.
Perhaps she was being too judgemental, she didn’t know him, and her sleepiness was making her grumpy. She was such a jerk.
Wincing again at the squishy noise his knuckles made as he cracked them. She watched with amusement as he grumbled angrily; trust her to get stuck with the class rebel. Somehow it was both a worrying and interesting prospect, and if he wasn’t a mystical creature, as he’d so eloquently put it, then what was he?

“So what can you do then?” she asked coolly with her interest peaked, her tone a mix of interest and challenge, ignoring his angry tone “since you’re not one of us mystical creatures.” She used air quotations.

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[OLIVER JAMES WILDER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] [style=background-image: url('http://static.tumblr.com/27a6066f440e9c726925e77f8ac8d34d/rhwbroi/Nc5mw305h/tumblr_static_evan-evan-peters-35878082-500-250.gif'); width: 400px; height: 250px; opacity: 0.6;] [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; opacity: 0.8; font-face:courier new; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 400px; margin-top: -35px;]i can live without you but without you i'll be miserable at best[/style] [style=width: 400px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; color: 272727; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto;] Oliver glared at the teacher who was trying to control him. He did not do well with criticism or authority and the slight mix of both made him agitated. He didn’t bother to turn towards the teacher instead, his glare transferred over to Rosalie as she raised her eyebrow at him. Oh god, he hoped she wasn’t going to piss him off more. With a growl, he let his glare soften back to gentle face features. When the kitten girl expressed her utter love for this class( dually noted with sarcasm), he smirked. “ I don’t think we have a chance of leaving quite frankly, so lets’ suck it up.” He clicked his tongue and rolled his shoulders back a bit. Sure, he wasn’t the most pleasant to be around but, it had to be understandable considering his situation and the fact that he didn’t believe he could control the wickedness of his powers and their mind of their own. Funny that she would ask about his powers before she demonstrated her great talents that got her into a control class. And the fact that she seemed to consider herself into the category of mythical creatures, his eyes lit up , intrigued. “oh no no no, you first , rebel. Let’s see what you’ve got. A little game of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” He playfully smirked and his hand went to his jean belt buckle, undoing it a bit just to tease her. “ I bet it’s something “cute” like flying or casting little sells to make flowers grow.” Yeah, he was giving her a challenge. He liked challenges..the past year of his life WAS a challenge for Christ sake. 285 [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; font-face:courier new; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; width: 400px;]words ### tagged open notes notes here[/style]

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[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

There was no way she was showing off her powers, what could she even show him? Usually her abilities entailed her freaking out and screaming a lot and she wasn’t going to allow that to happen. She rolled her eyes when he twigged at his belt buckle, apparently using a male sense of bravado was his main tactic of annoyance it was more cringy than effective. Nevertheless she raised an eyebrow and scoffed.
“But what’s the matter I thought you would have relished in the chance to show someone up.” She quipped cheekily, “never mind I won’t make presumptions again.”
Sighing she held up a palm as if to silence his comment.

“It’s anything but cute.” She frowned, “you know just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean my powers are immediately ‘adorable’,” she used wiggly air quotations when she said the word. “What can you do, make balloon animals?”
She bit her lip for a moment as she pondered what she could actually use, then an idea hit, something her grandmother had attempted to teach her over the summer, it wasn’t incredibly draining but it was something.

“Right you wanna see? I’m going to need something old,” she looked around the classroom past the chatter of every other group until she spotted an ancient looking vase drenched in sunlight on the windowsill. “That - that should do.”
Moving up from her seat she asked the teacher – explaining it was for the sake of her abilities – and grabbed the vase placing it on their desk. She glanced at Oliver with a worried expression.
“If- if I look like I’m in trouble I need you to get rid of this.” She said holding up the vase “just get it as far away from me as possible – hell smash it even.”

Gulping she concentrated hard and allowed her mind to clear before gently and with dainty movement she picked it up in her hands and softly ran her palm along it. Immediately her eyes glazed over, her usual brown irises now a milky white as her lips fell apart and her free hand scribbled furiously in her note book. Her body trembled as images of the Vases past flooded her mind, a girl, a woman a death. She was oblivious to the real world lost in haze of history and emotion.
The pen dropped from her fingertips and hazily the present materialized in front of her. Her head ached with a dizzying feeling, lazily Rosalie stared down at her notebook eyes widening to see it covered in every piece of information she’d witnessed. Though it was torn and the pages frayed from how the weight and force of her hand on the pen. Panting softly she breathed deeply trying to regain her breathe.

“S-sorry,” she said holding her forehead, before a lazy smirk settled across her lips as the milky white faded and her pupils retained their natural colour. "banshee powers get a little hectic sometimes."
“So what can you do then.” She challenged.

[OLIVER JAMES WILDER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] [style=background-image: url('http://static.tumblr.com/27a6066f440e9c726925e77f8ac8d34d/rhwbroi/Nc5mw305h/tumblr_static_evan-evan-peters-35878082-500-250.gif'); width: 400px; height: 250px; opacity: 0.6;] [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; opacity: 0.8; font-face:courier new; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 400px; margin-top: -35px;]i can live without you but without you i'll be miserable at best[/style] [style=width: 400px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; color: 272727; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto;] Oliver had nothing against Miss Rosalie, he just had nothing in favor of her either. That was despite the fact that they both were shoved in power control classes. Sure, he wanted to learn how to control his powers but, he just didn’t believe that was possible at all..also, he didn’t like dealing with authority or other people for that matter. So, would he relish at the chance as Rosalie so bluntly put it? No, not after his anger blew up and tore apart his family. Not that he cared about anyone BUT for his sister. It was just the fact that because of his powers..he didn’t have that said sister. So, when Rosalie was just about to make assumptions, he jumped down her throat so fast it would’ve made her head skin at how his mood altered.<p> “ I’m NOT a show off and powers aren’t something I so willing love to share, princess.” Then Oliver heard the last part of her sentence about NOT making assumptions and his lips pursed together. <p> “ Just get to showing me so we can move on, yeah?” he nodded and stood up when she did, his soft shoulders stretching back and rolling in anticipation. Time to see what kind of people he was dealing with. She grabbed the vase and his eyes shot up in confusion. Super growing plant powers..ooo so sc scary. When her eyes went milky white, he didn’t notice at first until he hands started to move insanely. Oliver stayed standing, his feet shuffled on the floor as people stared over at them. Fuck, he hated attention being drawn to them. Her powers didn’t ‘t startle him at all. In fact, he ended up sitting down with his hands wrapped behind his head. The teacher was frustrated, that was clear. In the distance , he could hear her say. ‘ Clearly she is the example of what we need to work on’. Oliver snarled at that snide comment until Rosalie’s eyes popped back to their original color. Oliver’s hands came together slowly. His mood swings were so weird, even to him.<p> “ Brava Miss. Destruction much..so a banshee ?” His eyebrows lifted a bit as he tasted venom on his tongue. The taste was sweet to him, like a fresh chocolate chip cookie. <p> “ Don’t you predict death , life?” His eyes were soft green now. 399 [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; font-face:courier new; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; width: 400px;]words ### tagged open notes notes here[/style]

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