Am I Evil?

@miles--hall

Miles Hall || 28 || Energy Construct Grimstone Point Monsters are not always under the bed - sometimes they're real. No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like I do, and I blame you! No one bites back as hard on their anger none of my pain and woe can show... Green GROUP

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miles–hall:

Did Miles feel bad about what he had done? Not at all, he was just having fun after all. However, as he got closer to the younger guy part of him did think that maybe he had gone too far. “Not just this, there are a lot of more interesting things to do then spend my day helping someone out with their power.” There was also the fact that he had no idea what the guys power was, and Miles just didn’t help people.

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“Are you that…that bored?” Levi stammered, not at all understanding why he was destructive for fun. His name was coming to him slowly, Miley, maybe? No, that was a pop star he vaguely remembered his roommate listening to months ago. Miles! Miles, that was it. Levi blinked at him, mouth agape, “We’re supposed to train together.” He repeated, still unable to fathom somebody not doing what the government told them to. “You’re supposed to help me. They said you could help me.” His voice was quiet.

Clearly the younger male did not know Miles, if he did he would have known that he did things like this not because he was bored, but rather because he could. Miles shrugged at the comment and smirked. “Well, then think of this as me helping you. You should have seen it coming and should have been able to at least attempt to stop it. Clearly, you need more training.” Why Levi would even think that Miles would really help him, was beyond him. Everyone knew that Miles only ever did things that were beneficial to him and helping some kid didn’t benefit him in any way.

“I know I said I wanted to spar with someone but I wasn’t expecting to get hit in the face that hard,” Landon pressed a slowly cooling hand on the side of his face, checking that nothing was broken. So far, everything seemed as it should, aside the stinging sensation.

“Oh stop being a cry baby,” Miles chuckled. “I’ll get you some ice, we wouldn’t want your pretty face to be ruined by a black eye.” Maybe Miles had taken it too far, he hadn’t tried to punch him too hard, in fact he hadn’t even tried to hit him, but he had gotten a little carried away.

Alexa dragged the two heavy duffel bags across the ground, it was at times like this that she wished she had a power, like super strength, but she did not and instead she had to rely on her own strength to get the bags back to her place. She also had to try to be inconspicuous so that the guards didn’t stop to ask her what she was doing, though anyone watching probably thought that she was dragging a body in those bags. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, she had been dared to take down one of the statues in the town and of course she needed to show proof that she had done it. “Nope, nothing to see here.” She said to people that turned to look at her as she continued to drag the bags.

Miles was on his way to Grimstone Point when he came across Alexa, a miracle kid and the daughter of one of the guards. She seemed to be struggling with some duffel bags, but according to her there was nothing to see there. “It doesn’t seem that way to me.” He said when he got closer to her. “In fact it looks like there’s a lot going on in there, should I go get your mom?”

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A smirk appeared in Miles’ face and the man simply looked on quite satisfied with the mess he had created. If he had to be miserable then others had to be miserable too. And honestly all he did was make sure that this guy had more work. “Because why not?” Miles finally replied as he walked towards him, popcorn and glass crunching beneath his feet. “At least now you will have something to do.” He added.

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“I had things to do already.” He gestured wildly at the mop, his voice threatening to crack, in a mix state of disbelief and shock that anyone would just blow up the popcorn machine like that. Levi started back at the man as he walked toward him, recognition crossing his face as he registered who he was. “I know you,” he stated, raising one shaking finger to point at him, “We’re supposed to train together and you always bail. Is this what you do instead?”

Did Miles feel bad about what he had done? Not at all, he was just having fun after all. However, as he got closer to the younger guy part of him did think that maybe he had gone too far. “Not just this, there are a lot of more interesting things to do then spend my day helping someone out with their power.” There was also the fact that he had no idea what the guys power was, and Miles just didn’t help people.

kristenxparrish

miles–hall:

Miles looked up at Kristen when she asked if he was okay. If he was being honest he would say no, but because he couldn’t open up with her or anyone else for that matter. “I’m good, maybe a little tired.” He shrugged. There was some truth to his words, he was tired, he hadn’t really slept much lately. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He said giving her a smile. “So… what do you have there?” He asked before taking a sip of his drink and looking down at the script in her hand.

She nodded slowly at his reply and then smiled. “Don’t worry. If you end up getting drunk, I’ll just carry you home.” She winked at him, her smile widening just at the thought of doing that. It was one of the things that her power allowed her to do; imitate a strong animal and pick up things, or people, that were much much heavier than her. “Oh this?” She asked as she held it up as if she was surprised by the question. She wasn’t. “A script. A movie script.” Kristen explained. “I got it in the mail today and unfortunately I couldn’t sit at home and read it so…” She shrugged. “Here I am, reading it in between helping customers.”

Miles let out a chuckle and shook his head at her words. “I’m not a lightweight, but it’s nice to know you won’t just throw me out in the street and leave me there.” He said, her smile was contagious and he couldn’t help but smile back at her. Miles looked around when she mentioned she had to be here helping costumers. “And here you were reading until I came in and messed it all up. Can I make it up to you?”

kristenxparrish

miles–hall:

All that Miles wanted to do was drink, he didn’t want to see anyone and he definitely did not want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately for him he had walked in to the bar that Kristen worked in. He liked the girl, but he just wasn’t in the mood. The male was about to walk out of the bar, but at the last second decided that he really did need that drink. “Strongest shit you have.” He replied.

His reply made her pause with her reading and look up at him. Kristen put the script under the counter. “You okay?” She asked, knowing full well that it wasn’t her business. However, as a bartender, she also knew that people tended to talk to her about their days more often than not. She pulled out Bacardi 151 and poured it into a glass for him. She had a feeling that he didn’t want just a shot. “Strongest shit we have. Be careful with it, though.” She instructed as she pushed the half filled glass towards him.

Miles looked up at Kristen when she asked if he was okay. If he was being honest he would say no, but because he couldn’t open up with her or anyone else for that matter. “I’m good, maybe a little tired.” He shrugged. There was some truth to his words, he was tired, he hadn’t really slept much lately. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He said giving her a smile. “So... what do you have there?” He asked before taking a sip of his drink and looking down at the script in her hand.

kristenxparrish

Kristen finally had her new script. She couldn’t help but want to read over it over and over again until she could get herself into character. However, that didn’t mean she could skip out on work at Prohibition.

The movie star leaned against the counter and began to flip through the pages when she heard someone come to the bar and sit in front of her. A small, annoyed sigh escaped her lips as her eyes flickered up to acknowledge them and then back down to her script. “What would you like to drink?” She asked, barely paying attention to the person. She knew that she had to put the script down soon to make their drink, but she just couldn’t stop herself from reading.

All that Miles wanted to do was drink, he didn’t want to see anyone and he definitely did not want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately for him he had walked in to the bar that Kristen worked in. He liked the girl, but he just wasn’t in the mood. The male was about to walk out of the bar, but at the last second decided that he really did need that drink. “Strongest shit you have.” He replied.

miles–hall:

Miles followed Victoria out of the coffee shop, once outside he took in a deep breath of fresh air. For some reason the air felt easier to breath than it had felt in the last week or so. Every time August came around, breathing… existing, became difficult for Miles. It was during those few weeks when people would be able to see a different side of him. “Right, one at a time.” He said and took in another deep breath. “Can you pick who you want to talk to?” That was the important question and what he really wanted to know.

Victoria walked as calmly as she could, still uneasy with how he seemed to know her name and power before she even spoke. She wasn’t one to really advertise what she could do, really only telling very few people if she absolutely had to. “Not normally.” Vic replied quietly, imagining he had someone he wanted her to find, “I’ve only done it once and I’m not even sure it was really me. There’s…rules. I can’t see anyone and everyone.”

Miles walked beside the girl who still seemed a little uneasy about him and the encounter and that’s when it hit him, if he wanted her help he had to take on a different approach. Miles took in a deep breath and nodded as the woman spoke about her power. “Isn’t that how it is with all powers?” He asked her but kept his gaze forward. “I have energy construct and even though I have a pretty good control over it, sometimes it still acts up.” This was not something he would admit to anyone, but he wanted her to feel comfortable.

miles–hall:

If you really knew Miles, and not many people did, you would know that going to the movies was not his idea of a good time. However, at the moment none of the things he considered a good time seemed to be doing the trick and so going to the movies was all that was left. He still hadn’t gone in to the theater, instead he hung out at the lobby just staring at the ticket in his hand. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard someone speak to him and the blond looked up to see the theater employee looking back at him. Miles, of course, knew there was only one theater, the thing was that he didn’t want to go in, he just wanted to forget. “You don’t say?” He replied. A flicker appeared in his eyes as an idea popped in to his head, he wanted to forget and have fun so why not do that and give the poor sap some work while he was at it. “This actually seems more fun than a movie.” Miles said as he sent a ball of energy towards the popcorn machine. Popcorn flew all over them as the ball of energy hit the machine “much better.”

Levi started to shrink at the man’s sarcastic reply, only wanting to help him and unsure how he could retort. His lips parted to say something - anything, when he watched something flash in the man’s eye and a glowing ball went flying toward the popcorn machine. The machine exploded, sending glass, popcorn, and metal pieces everywhere. Levi ducked, dropping the handle of the mop, which clattered to the ground. He straightened slowly, eyes wide and mouth open in shock as he looked at the carnage around them. “Why?” He asked, not sure what else he could say in response, slowly turning to look at the man.

A smirk appeared in Miles’ face and the man simply looked on quite satisfied with the mess he had created. If he had to be miserable then others had to be miserable too. And honestly all he did was make sure that this guy had more work. “Because why not?” Miles finally replied as he walked towards him, popcorn and glass crunching beneath his feet. “At least now you will have something to do.” He added.

“Closing time…” Levi hummed to himself, fingers drumming the countertop as he watched the hands of the clock before him tick closer and closer to when he could shut down the ticket booth - fifteen minutes after the last showing started. He set a ‘ring bell for service’ sign in his place and spun around as he exited the booth to grab a mop so he’d be ready when it was time to close up, when he noticed the person he’d last sold a ticket to still lingering in the lobby and looking around like they were waiting for someone. “Do you need help?” He asked timidly, hoping they weren’t being stood up. “The movie’s just in there, there’s only one theater.”

If you really knew Miles, and not many people did, you would know that going to the movies was not his idea of a good time. However, at the moment none of the things he considered a good time seemed to be doing the trick and so going to the movies was all that was left. He still hadn’t gone in to the theater, instead he hung out at the lobby just staring at the ticket in his hand. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard someone speak to him and the blond looked up to see the theater employee looking back at him. Miles, of course, knew there was only one theater, the thing was that he didn’t want to go in, he just wanted to forget. “You don’t say?” He replied. A flicker appeared in his eyes as an idea popped in to his head, he wanted to forget and have fun so why not do that and give the poor sap some work while he was at it. “This actually seems more fun than a movie.” Miles said as he sent a ball of energy towards the popcorn machine. Popcorn flew all over them as the ball of energy hit the machine "much better.”

#c: levi #[ i apologize for him hahaha ]

miles–hall:

Maybe he had been a little too forward, but Miles was not one to hold back when he saw something that was useful to him. “There has to be more to that, no?” He asked narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke. “How does your power work? Can you talk to anyone? How do you–” he stopped talking when he realized that there were other people around them. “We should probably move, you up for a walk?” He asked looking out the door, he didn’t want or need others listening in on his conversation.

It was Victoria’s turn to narrow her eyes at him. She would never say anything about it, but it was obvious to her that Miles didn’t actually care about anything else about her beyond her power. She ducked her head as he rapid fired questions, glancing about the shop around to see if anyone was listening. Her eyes found his again as he suggested going for a walk and she hesitantly nodded, turning to walk out the door and assuming he would follow. “You can ask your questions just…one at a time, please.” Vic put her hands up, palms out toward Miles and eased them downwards, signaling her need for him to slow down.

Miles followed Victoria out of the coffee shop, once outside he took in a deep breath of fresh air. For some reason the air felt easier to breath than it had felt in the last week or so. Every time August came around, breathing... existing, became difficult for Miles. It was during those few weeks when people would be able to see a different side of him. “Right, one at a time.” He said and took in another deep breath. “Can you pick who you want to talk to?” That was the important question and what he really wanted to know.

miles–hall:

Most of the times Miles didn’t really pay attention to people and their powers, but if what he had heard of Victoria was true, then she had a power that could help him. Her question was a valid one, most people weren’t used to others just knowing who they were. “Because of your power.” He answered honestly. He didn’t know the name of her power, but he knew she spoke to spirits. “talk…” his words trailed off before he nodded. “That sounds good, you can tell me a little more about yourself.”

Victoria swallowed hard, almost freezing in place at the mention of her power. It was something she had kept relatively to herself for fear that she’d be seen as the ‘weird girl’ with the ‘weird power’. Still, she hadn’t been entirely able to avoid anyone seeing her speak to air or reach out to air only for a person to appear there moments later as she brought someone’s spirit back. “I see dead people, what more is there that you want to know?” She asked, somewhat uncharacteristically boldly for herself, shifting back and forth from foot to foot.

Maybe he had been a little too forward, but Miles was not one to hold back when he saw something that was useful to him. “There has to be more to that, no?” He asked narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke. "How does your power work? Can you talk to anyone? How do you--” he stopped talking when he realized that there were other people around them. “We should probably move, you up for a walk?” He asked looking out the door, he didn’t want or need others listening in on his conversation.

miles–hall·:

It was that time if the year again, that time when sleep seemed like a foreign concept to Miles, that explained what he was doing at the coffee shop for the second time that morning, he was there for his caffeine fix. Being sleep deprived was something that happened to him once a year and it was always when the anniversary of his son’s death loomed near.

Blue eyes stared blankly at the drink menu and it wasn’t until he heard someone speak to him that he was pulled from his haze and back to reality. “Oh you’re fine.” He said simply until he realized who the woman was. “You’re Victoria, right?” There was no need to ask, he was sure that she was but he still did. “I’m Miles Hall, I would offer to buy you a drink but it seems like you already have one coming up.”

Her brow furrowed and eyelids fluttered in confusion as the man spoke her name before her actual cup bearing her name was put down. “I am. It’s nice to meet you, Miles, but how did you know my name?” Vic tilted her head in confusion as she looked at him, nothing registering in her brain. “Can I get you a coffee? You seem like you want to talk.”

Most of the times Miles didn’t really pay attention to people and their powers, but if what he had heard of Victoria was true, then she had a power that could help him. Her question was a valid one, most people weren’t used to others just knowing who they were. “Because of your power.” He answered honestly. He didn’t know the name of her power, but he knew she spoke to spirits. “talk...” his words trailed off before he nodded. “That sounds good, you can tell me a little more about yourself.”

miles–hall:

Miles’ smirk turned more sinister as he heard Theo talk. Honestly, who in the right mind would trust Miles? But the guy had said he wanted to study Miles’ power so why wouldn’t he want to see it used on him? “You don’t have to possess a power, all you need to do is…” his words trailed off as he made a baseball out of energy hurtle towards Theo only to stop right before it hit him. “…Not move.”

Theodore cocked his head, curious as to what Miles might ask him to do, though the careening baseball did distract from that somewhat. His hands went up on reflex, though the ball stopped short of finding his palm. “If I’d moved, would you have hit me?” he asked. And then, immediately after, “Can I touch it? Is it–does it have weight? Or is it more of a visual illusion rather than a physical object?” The fact that Miles could have made something more dangerous didn’t bother him. If Miles had wanted to hurt him, he would have, but he didn’t, so that meant something, didn’t it?

Miles head cocked to the side when he saw that Theo hadn’t even flinched and instead had just put his hand up only not defensively but more like to catch it as if Miles was playing catch with him. The plan had never been to hit him with the ball, but rather to scare him which didn’t seem to have worked. “That wasn’t the plan.” Miles admitted unamused by the situation. “It’s an object made out of energy so while it appears as it doesn’t weight much, it weights as much as the real item... want to see if it hurts if I hit you with it?” He asked.

#c: theo #[ why must he not let miles have fun? haha ]

Victoria was feeling somewhat out of sorts, having had a long and difficult conversation with a spirit she’d unwittingly brought back in her sleep and seen looming over her when she woke up. She’d headed to the coffee shop in search of soul soothing coffee and the hopes of some caffeination. Vic hadn’t been thinking when she’d picked up the first cup the barista had set down on the counter, only realizing that it wasn’t hers when she was halfway to the door and saw a different name on the cup.

“I’m sorry,” she started, quietly, approaching the person that had been waiting at the counter beside her, “I think I grabbed your cup on accident.” She turned the cup out to show them the name. “I didn’t drink out of it but I’ll buy you a replacement anyway?”

It was that time if the year again, that time when sleep seemed like a foreign concept to Miles, that explained what he was doing at the coffee shop for the second time that morning, he was there for his caffeine fix. Being sleep deprived was something that happened to him once a year and it was always when the anniversary of his son’s death loomed near.

Blue eyes stared blankly at the drink menu and it wasn’t until he heard someone speak to him that he was pulled from his haze and back to reality. “Oh you’re fine.” He said simply until he realized who the woman was. “You’re Victoria, right?” There was no need to ask, he was sure that she was but he still did. “I’m Miles Hall, I would offer to buy you a drink but it seems like you already have one coming up.”

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Was this guys serious? Miles wondered cocking his head to the side. Most people were careful when talking to Miles, especially if they didn’t know him and here this guy was practically telling him to use his power. “I don’t use it all the time, but if you want me to give you a little peak at what I can do, I’ll be happy to do that. You will just have to be my assistant.” He said with a devilish grin. If the guy wanted Miles to use his power so that he could study him then Miles was going to have some fun with it.

“Be your assistant in what?” he asked, although he’d already more or less made up his mind to agree. It seemed unlikely that Miles would ask him–someone he did not know or trust–to be an accomplice to anything serious. After all, why would Miles rely on someone he knew worked for the government, however tenuously. “I have no power so I’m afraid there isn’t all that much I’d be able to do.”

Miles’ smirk turned more sinister as he heard Theo talk. Honestly, who in the right mind would trust Miles? But the guy had said he wanted to study Miles’ power so why wouldn’t he want to see it used on him? “You don’t have to possess a power, all you need to do is...” his words trailed off as he made a baseball out of energy hurtle towards Theo only to stop right before it hit him. “...Not move.”

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