isolation is my escape

Sorem Blaidd || 19 || Pyrokinesis

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Libraries were both the best and worst place for Sorem. She loves books and the library was her comfort spot to avoid social interaction. What’s bad though is that the library is a place where books, that were made of flammable paper, reside and for someone with literally the power of fire to hang out there is probably not the best idea. Sorem was extra careful around libraries but sometimes being extra careful can still cause some extra trouble.

She was just flipping through pages of random books, looking for something to read when she accidentally lit one of the pages on fire. She cursed silently, trying not to catch the attention of the librarian. The smell of smoke was already strong in the room and Sorem was already panicking when she tried to put it out. She managed to ‘save’ the book by stomping on it a couple of times, leaving the book in a tattered, burnt state where at least half the pages were already blackened by the soot. She thought no one had seen her but as she looked to her right, a figure was already standing there. “Uh,” She gulped, “it was a weird spontaneous combustion thing uh I didn’t do it, nah I didn’t wh-why would anyone think that I didn’t? Like, I didn’t do it-swear,” she rambled with her voice going through different octaves. 

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Lone Wolf~

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alistairxhayes:

When he hears that ‘murderer’ Alistair instantly connects to her grief. His scowl goes from surprised to understanding “Sorem, right?…listen, you probably think it was entirely your fault for what happened. That’s not necessarily true. “ he paused and then led her to the nearest bench, gently coaxing her to take a seat “Listen I..I did something too. I committed murder too” he carefully spoke, looking her right in the eyes “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret it. Their faces haunt me but can I fix it by being…by being ruled over by this feeling of hate and despair? Talk to me, just what happened”

Sorem grew silent for a while before saying, “my parents were scientists and they just kinda wanted to do an experiment on me. They captured me and tied me down but I managed to break free and set the whole laboratory on fire. The fire killed both of them and it was all m-my fa-ault,” she sobbed, remembering the memories as vividly as though it just happened yesterday. “It’s been fo-our years and I’m still not o-over it. I don-n’t know what to do.”

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Sol was in the kitchen, ding his best to throw together a quick snack. He was using his powers to cook both a grilled cheese and a pot of tomato soup. As he went to grab a plat and bowl to eat off of, the young mutant tripped, causing the soup to spill over his head, and the sandwich to land in his lap. He quickly stood, turning to see the other there, steam from the hot soup coming off of his body

“…….You saw nothing….”

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With a piece of toast hanging off her mouth, Sorem strolled in the kitchen looking for more treats to gobble up. She just walked in the entrance when she saw Sol and his little...catastrophe unfold. Sorem snorted and giggled, “I saw everything and you can’t do anything about it.”

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witchingxnoah:

Noah was on her windsurfer - something typically only used on water, but because of her ability, she used it to get around like one would on a bike; only she flew. Sometimes only a few feet in the air, sometimes much higher. Today, she was only a few feet in the air when she zipped around a corner of the institute, not having expected someone to be a few feet away. Reacting quickly, the French woman swerved hard, and though she successfully avoided an impact, her wind continued like a wave, strong enough to potentially blow someone over.

Getting off her windsurfer, Noah set it down and turned to the other person, face red with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, are- are you okay?” She asked, her French accent curling around every word.

Sorem has just gotten out from one of her sessions and was mindlessly scrolling through Spotify to find some ‘soothing’ songs to listen to, as per suggested by the doctor. She didn’t really need to check on her surroundings since she could just see through her peripheral vision but failed to check on what was coming right around the corner. She felt a great gust of wind hit her, knocking her back on the pavement.

“Uh..” Sorem blinked a few times, trying to understand what really happened,”my butt hurts.” She managed to utter out. She shook her head a couple of times before actually getting into her senses. “What was that?”

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aster-reinhart:

“I don’t think you will,” Aster reassured her. “You’re in control, that’s clear enough to me and you’re aware of what needs to happen to make yourself feel better. Also you don’t need to worry about trees and plants or bathrooms, I can heal most of it and they are nowhere near as important as you are.”

Sorem sighed, “Hopefully your healing abilities are limitless,”  she said, “my powers are still beyond my control and I’m afraid they’ll go rogue and probably destroy the whole school, maybe even town and hurt everyone.” 

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Lone Wolf~

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alistairxhayes:

“hey..hey easy on the self-loathing” he gently patted her head, unsure and clueless. He gently held her wrists, bending a bit to get a peek at her face “C’mon, talk to me, I promise I’ll help but first try and calm down okay? There’s a way out, whatever is going on, there is a way out” the protective instincts just flood in.

Sorem sniffed, feeling the tears slowly coming out. “i’ve been like this for years now. No one can help me...” she sobbed out, feeling so hopeless and so alone. “there is no way out. I’m a murderer. Nothing is going to ever help.”

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monkey-man-montoya:

He hadn’t given this the most thought, if he were honest, but he was more focused on the tree than he probably should have been.  He’d done this kinda hanging down thing before, and more often than not, it ended with the person pushing him away like a swing. 

“Oh, shit, my bad. I just figured it’d be kinda mean to say ‘Hey you got some shit on your shirt’ y’know? Like, who does that?” he said before swinging or a moment and hopping down from the tree. He then waved his tail at her, swishing it a little. “Oh, it’s my tail. It’s not weird if you think about it.”

Sore chuckled, “like yeah I know I have some...coffee on my shirt but like, woah I didn’t even know what that word meant.” She eyed his tail in wonder, “So like, is your father, or mother, a monkey or is this just, a genetic mutation from our ancestors?” she asked, genuinely curious and nearly forgot about the ‘shit’ on her shirt.

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rise-of-the-son:

Sol nodded to himself. He know those kinds of days all too well.  “Yea, I had a feeling. Most folks don’t have the misfortune of having a bad day around here.” he said with a small smile. “They call it a Jekyll and Hyde. Cheese steak and Chicken on Italian. C’mon, at least have a taste.”

Sorem smiled. Despite having probably one oof the worst days of her life, it’s nice to think about how everything might not be so bad after all. “Sure,” she replied, taking the sandwich and nibbling a bit on the side. “woah this is really good. Did you make this?”

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rise-of-the-son:

In Sol’s book, any day where he didn’t supernova his room in his sleep was a decent one. He’d gone through the majority of his day in something of a distracted haze, not too concerned with much going on, taking stick in a day where he wasn’t a stumble away from a solar flare.

He was looking for a spot to tear into his lunch, a sub he’d gotten a buddy to grab from a deli in the city, when he noticed the other there. With a shrug, he made his way over to her. “Rough day, eh, Hot Stuff? Gonna take a shot in the dark and assume half a sandwich won’t make ya feel better?”

Sorem looked up at the person who just, kind of, ruined her time to wallow in self-pity. He looks...kind...enough so she decided to just play it nice, unless he does other funny things. “Yeah kind of like that,” she grinned a little, not at all fazed by the nickname, “depends on what kind of sandwich it is.”

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calmartinez:

He felt a shift of emotions in the air after he spoke, but they all remained dark, heavy. He continued to eye her as she spoke, before shrugging slightly. He pulled a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, quickly lighting it before taking a long, deep drag. He let the fumes sit in his lungs for a moment, then spoke, words laced with smoke that barreled and rolled upwards, slowly disappearing into the atmosphere. “Hell, what are some rules if you can’t break ‘em?” He asked nonchalantly, rolling the cigarette between his fingers thoughtlessly. “Barbecue sounds good to me right about now.” Another drag. Another long look. “Something actually worth being upset about, or just the issues of some sad white girl?”

“These rules were made by poweful people. I’d rather die than to break their rules,” she retorted. It was true though. The Academy has scary leaders and it feels like the right thing to be scared of them. And, well, the Academy already gave them a home, a school, basically everything they need and want and it would be ungrateful to break their rules. “Well the barbecue won’t sound good if you knew who is going to be barbecued...” she rolled her eyes, “I just had a string of bad luck this morning, and it seems like the streak isn’t over yet.”

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aribeauchamp:

Ari’s eyes went down to the burnt grass beneath the girl’s hand, her brow raising in interest. “Are fires your thing?” It would make sense why the girl seemed to warm the air around her. The burning the school down thing was also probably a give away but mutants were dramatic. “If it is, I don’t think I have much to worry about. Burning to death is a terrible way to die but it’s a slow way. I can recover from that.” Not that it would be fun, no definitely not, but it was survivable.

Sorem chuckled, “yeah it’s...my thing I guess.” She isn’t really proud of her powers since she knew what would happen if she makes one small little mistake. It already happened once before and she’s not going to afford to repeat it again. Some would consider her power to be a blessing, but to her, it’s a burden. “You might recover but,” she shrugged, then continued in a much ore quiet voice, “I might not.”

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caden-santos:

As he felt the anger waning, he stepped closer and offered a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright, bad days happen to everyone. I can just run over to my room and grab a clean one?” he offered before tilting his head and actually thinking about it. “If you don’t mind it being a bit over-sized, I mean. Alternatively, you can just borrow my jacket until you can get a shirt that fits.” It wasn’t much, but he really wasn’t sure what to do.

“No, no it’s okay. I’ll just,” she stopped, literally she had no back-up plan whatsoever and she didn’t really want to ask for help. She sighed, “I guess, I’ll take the jacket and wait for my duplicate key to arrive. Thanks.”

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aster-reinhart:

“Yes, I’ve read your file, Sorem, but I have more faith in you than that. C’mon, let’s go.” He offered her a smile, despite knowing that she was far too worked up to reciprocate it, he just didn’t know what else to do. Aster followed behind her, quickly mending each blade of grass before any sparks could spread, hoping that her dorm was closer than it seemed.

Sorem sighed, her record doesn’t really reveal anyhting. Just the basic informations and stuff but not the actual thing. “Putting more faith on me is probably not the best choice. I’m already starting to burn the lawn, probably the next thing that’s gonna happen is I’ll probably burn down the trees or the plants or the bathrooms for christ sake.”

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Lone Wolf~

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alistairxhayes:

Sparks and bolts of miniature lightning hovered over the palm of his hand. A quick step around the corner and the Electrokinetic mutant nearly slams into the girl “Woah, sorry, I should be more careful” alistair chuckled and took a step back but then moved forth upon spotting the details, the girl looked as if she had been crying “ Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t worry about taking names, whoever made you this upset deserves a good amount of dents in their face” or worse, he thinks to himself while killing off the mini-storm over his hand.

Sorem sniffed and wiped away stray tears as she looked at the person who bumped into her. She weakly smiled at him, “I-I’m okay,” she stuttered, “no one did this to me. O-or at least, no other person did. I did this,” she choked, “to myself.” She could feel the tears well up again so she covered her face with her hands, ashamed for someone to see her be in this state.

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bcstivn:

“ehh – i’ve been told i have a screechy voice.” bas laughed, swinging his arms proudly. “who needs a megaphone when you’ve got a voicebox like mine?”

Sorem chuckled, “Yeah you kind of have but not everyone’s gonna hear your screechy voice along the hallways.” She has been observing Bas earlier while he kept shouting at everyone in the hallways and she was sure there were some students who didn’t even notice he was there. A megaphone would definielty help him.  “yeah,” she snickered, “a lot of people were swooning over your voicebox earlier. I could tell their excited faces when they heard your screechy voice.”

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Lone Wolf~

There were days where Sorem wished she was just a normal person. And today was one of those days. Sorem sighed as she stepped out of one of the private rooms in the Academy, wiping off tears, trying to look happy presentable in public. Ever since the accident and the academy taking her in, she’s been having weekly therapy sessions due to her depression and anxiety issues. This has been going on for years now and still there were little to no improvement to her mental health.

Sorem looked around the hallway and saw that it was empty. Good, she thought, slid down against the wall and just, stared at the wall opposite of her. She felt a tear slid down her cheek. 

She was hopeless. She was a freak. She was alone.

She was a murderer.

@alistairxhayes

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caden-santos:

Caden jerked back when the tension snapped, and he was left reeling for a moment as he tried to quickly sort out the anger from his own mildly shocked state. “Woah, okay. Sorry,” he said, taking a breath to keep himself from freaking out. “I don’t think I can help you with the room key, but if you want I can try to find you a new shirt?” he tried, keeping his voice calm.

Sorem sighed, “sorry for snapping. Just, had a hard morning.” She rubbed her temples, trying to calm herself down or more trouble can happen. “New shirt? How?” she asked, “I can’t go anywhere looking like this. Besides, I still have a class right now and I probably can’t even go out the school premises.”