everybody has secrets

Bellamy Kraven 22 College student Senior Psychometry

[emerson-marie]

“Here, here.” Emerson says, finally looking up at the girl across from her. “Of all the things I’ve learned, how to control the headaches because people are so damn bright and annoying isn’t on that list.”

She rolls her eyes, “Unfortunately I think it’s a requirement.” Dances were never really her thing, not that she’d ever actually been to one, life on the run didn’t really allow for such things, but if given the opportunity she doesn’t think she’d have been a dance person.

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“Requirement?” Bellamy felt her heart drop to her stomach. She didn’t know it was a requirement. She still didn’t know if she’d be able to suppress her curse to a point where she wouldn’t fall into a spastic rambling mess if someone touched her.  She was in no way prepared for any of this. “Why a requirement? Do you know?”

Bellamy’s headache started pounding. She hoped she wouldn’t regret coming to this school.

[emerson-marie]

“It’s suppose to keep students ‘well rounded’ and a bunch of other technical bullshit.” Emerson answers dryly, not looking up from her own required reading.

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Bellamy threw her papers to the side, giving up on it for the moment. “Well rounded, my ass. I’d rather be learning how to control my ‘gift’. I think I’ve learned about the french revolution like ten times now, I get it.”

Bellamy templed her fingers, rubbing at the tension headache forming steadily behind her eyes. “At least classes are cancelled for that dance they’re having in town. You going?”

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Bell sat in the student lounge, flipping through her coursework. Class has started recently and she had accumulated a small stack of homework that needed to be done that she just didn’t want to do. She hated busy work and for the most part, that was all her homework seemed to consist of.

“Why is homework a thing?” she wondered aloud.

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Devil’s Dance || Self-para

Bellamy sat in her room, loving the homey darkness and seclusion of it. She still had no roommate so technically she could do what she wanted in the entire suite, but she preferred the sanctity of her own room.

The Devil’s dance was only a few days away and she still wasn’t sure if she was going to go. She wanted to but without the promise that she’d be able to suppress her powers, there was no way she would be able to walk around comfortably and not have to worry about potentially touching someone. The town was on the small side, but everyone would be gathered in one place and she knew from a multitude of experiences that even just ten people together in a room was dangerous, let alone the hundreds in the town. And considering all the magical people who occupied the town, she knew that touching even a single person could potentially destroy her mind. She’d already dealt with her own discrimination for her powers, she wouldn’t be able to handle anothers.

She looked over at her closet, where the dress she had planned to wear if she decided to go was hanging, still in it’s bag. She sighed heavily.

“Why can’t I just be fucking normal?”

[faye-avalon]

Faye pulled back her hand, her smile fading into a vision of concern. She clearly seemed nervous.

“The ability to gain memories and history by physical contact?” she quickly put two and two together and realized the girl jerked away from her motherly touch because of her ability; which happened to be psychometry. 

The woman’s lips curved into a smirk. “It’s ok child, we all have our thorns, but in the end, are all meant to bloom into a rose.” As she calmly explained, Faye placed her hand before her, a let a small rose bloom within her palm. 

“Someday, you will control your gift. It may seem more of a curse for the time being, but that’s why your in Shadow Springs. To learn.”

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Bellamy smiled softly. Faye’s words actually did something to raise her spirits. “Unfortunately the only control I have over it right now is to stop objects from sending me into an episode. People are still a problem.”

She glances around the room again, noting all the powders and herbs and various organic matter overflowing the shelves. “But um, I kinda wanted to go to the festival, but I can’t if you can’t help me find something to suppress my powers? Even if only for a few hours.” She looked hopefully at the shop owner.

[faye-avalon]

Faye’s eyebrow rose. She had heard strange things ever since school started , young people coming in to her shop looking for something to make them stronger or control their powers, but this had to top it all. 

Her smile turned into one of concern. “Is everything ok butterfly?” her voice was comforting and soft like velvet. She approached the girl and extended her hand to her arm in a motherly manner.

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Bellamy instinctively jerked away from the woman’s touch, despite the fact that her arm was covered in a jacket sleeve. She immediately felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, I can’t have people touch me. Do you know what psychometry is?”

She rubbed her arms nervously. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to divulge the nature of her powers, but she knew it could be a possibility, so she’d already been mentally prepared for the question.

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hensleyparker:

Hensley stumbled near the edge of the pool and sat herself down in a painful drop. 

“Ugh.” She groaned. Luckily she was already half numb so she wouldn’t feel it until the next morning. “What are you doing here?” she said a crocked smile on her lips and a finger pointed at the girl as if she was being accused.

“You want some?” she offered as she waved a clear bottle of alcohol before her.

Water was probably her worst enemy. Ever since she was a child she was petrified of going near anything with water including baths. With time she learned that warm water was much more comforting than she’d imagine, but never quite got over her fear of oceans and pools. Perhaps it was because water was fire’s opposite element, or perhaps it was because she never learned how to swim. 

Hensley started humming and singing random words that were mumbled incoherently. Her head titled back she smiled drunkenly. 

Bellamy wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She figured this girl didn’t mean any harm, and part of her mind relaxed, but she still stayed as far away from her as possible. After all, everyone had secrets, everyone had nightmares, and Bellamy was already too full of nightmares as it was. She didn’t need another added to the multitude.

“I’m decompressing.” She took a quick glance at the clear bottle being proffered to her. “And no thanks.”

The girl had started humming to herself and Bellamy didn’t know if what she said had even gotten through to the girl. She decided to ask a simple question. It didn’t look like the girl would be going anywhere anytime soon, so she might as well get used o the idea of having to share the space for the time being. “What’s your name?”

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faye-avalon:

“Hello sunshine, what brings you to Zielarnia so early?” Faye smiled brightly as she maneuvered her way through the store. 

Bellamy walked cautiously around, trying desperately not to touch anything with her bare skin. She gave a quick hesitant smile to the store owner.

“Do you have anything that’ll knock me out? I uhm, have nightmares and I miss out on a lot of sleep.” She debated with herself on asking the more important question she had come to ask, not knowing what the woman would think and not really wanting to hear bad news. But, she supposed, if she didn’t ask she’d never know.

“Also, do you have anything that could maybe temporarily suppress powers?”

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hensleyparker:

To her surprise, a girl laid flat on her back in the pool. For a split second she wondered if she was dead. A smile spread on her lips. “Helllloooo” she spoke way too loudly. Hearing her voice resonate in the room simply made her laugh in amusement. 

Bellamy jerked in surprise, nearly chocking on pool water. A girl was standing near the edge of the pool and Bellamy instinctively moved further into the deep end away from her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her surprise making her words come out more harsh sounding than she’d wanted. She took another look at the girl and Bellamy had enough memories of others sloshing around in her head that she recognized the signs the girl was giving off. “Are you drunk?”

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Bellamy is a closed off person who loves to surround herself in comfort and beauty. Her mind is a chaos of ugly memories and her room is her safe haven where the beauty overrides the ugly.

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Bellamy’s favorite place to be was in the water. Her ‘gift’ was almost null when she floated and it was a wonderful reprieve from the constant flow of emotions and memories that buffeted her mind from the objects and people around her. Water was unemotional. It didn’t hold memories the way people and objects did. It was a constant flow of gentle nothingness. It just was.

That’s why the pool had become her private get away. No one came in during the nighttime hours, and it was the best place to be at one in the morning when the nightmares of other’s worst memories sent her shooting up in bed, screaming. It was her decompression room.

And so, floating on her back in the middle of the pool, moonlight streaming in through the large windows, the door opening was not something she was expecting.

[r-chelberry]

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