One Interruption Leads To...(Atta/Open)

[Kyle Engstrom]

There were too many of them around to have any semblance of real privacy, and from what he heard his mind was not a safe place to retreat to either. He really didn’t understand why his parents thought sending him to a school filled with odd people were supposed to be safer for him. If anything, he was more likely to get hurt by one of the people that had flames coming off the top of his head, but it wasn’t like he could argue with them about it. Heck, they weren’t even taking his phone calls at the moment, so Kyle supposed that they were still freaking out about what happened.

”I shouldn’t even be here. The whole thing was probably just a hallucination from a gas leak or something. Yeah, that is what happened,” he muttered to himself as he sat there behind a tree with his head buried in a book. Of course, he wasn’t actually reading the book, so anyone who asked him if it was a good read would probably get a lie for a response. In fact, Kyle wasn’t even sure if he knew what the book was called, and he didn’t seem too concerned about it.

Naturally, Kyle was hoping to blend in with the environment or something so that people would leave him alone, but at a school filled with people with bizarre abilities he doubted that he would get a moment’s peace. ”At least I didn’t get stuck in a room with the moving boulder or the guy with floating hands. Now that would have made this place completely unbearable,” he commented slightly louder than the first thing that he had said to himself. He didn’t seem to be aware of anyone that might be approaching him or the fact that his left shoulder was starting to have a bone spike protrude from it because of his internal frustration.

[Atta Swanson]

Maybe it was bad luck, or call it destiny, but of all trees for Atta to choose, it was a 'populated' on. She had been looking to find the best spot to some day set up her canvases, and was not paying much mind to whom ever might be near said tree. Even if she had been it was unlikely it would have stopped her from doing as she pleased, In a school this size running into students was not something easily avoided, so why not adapt. After all that's simply what a mutant was right, and adaptation to the changing environments, pushing the strain of humanity further and making it stronger. Something along those lines anyway, she had walked out of the class well before it was done.

It would seem though, adaptation and karma were cruel forces. As Atta backed around the tree trying to get a view for how the light fell over his area, she happened to back right into that oh so sharp bone spike. There was no real damage done but she nearly jumped a foot in the air as the sharp point pricked the back of her leg. Second nature kicked in and she swung around, a spary can yanked from her back pack and in the ready to be used as a weak mace, she faced the one dumb enough to poke her.

Turns out, it was not something she had ever suspected when she felt that sharp point on her skin. A pin or a prank but never a bone looking protrusion from a teenaged boy. Not that his given power was going to save him from a chewing out. "You wanna keep a sheath on that thing there sharpy?" she asked with annoyance in her tone as she rubbed where the spike had contacted her skin. "Control or not, at least cork that crap", her tone was sour and she found herself still tempted to spray the other. She had a bright yellow can that would make that sharp bone a safety cone.

[Kyle Engstrom]

The fact that reading the book wasn’t working made Kyle close his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. There was no need to get worked up over a misunderstanding that would be resolved once they realized that he wasn’t a mutant but a victim of strange circumstances. In fact, it had probably been someone else who was a mutant that could make one see strange things. Of course, it would be at that moment that someone started talking to him, which brought his attention to the fact that his body was doing that weird thing that it shouldn’t be doing. Jumping to his feet, he quickly ran his hand over the bone that was coming out of his shoulder as if it had been shoved in there by someone who passed by.

”No, this isn’t possible. It isn’t really there,” he said as he closed his eyes. Kyle focused on believing that it wasn’t there so much that the bone actually receded into his body, but it caused him quite a bit of pain because of it. Taking a moment to compose himself, the young man opened his eyes and looked at the girl who had informed him of the bone sticking out of his body with a smile on his face. ”See. There is nothing there, so stop trying to freak me out by pretending there was.” He picked up his book and tried to remember which page he had been ‘reading’ until the girl had interrupted him.

As he was flipping pages, Kyle noted that she still held the spray can like a weapon, and for some reason it was putting him on edge. ”I don’t suppose you can point that thing at something else like a rock or a wall. My face doesn’t need to be made colorful before the school realizes it was a mistake to bring me here,” He was staring her directly in the eyes as he spoke, and he truly wondered just how long she planned on staying there.

[Atta Swanson]

Atta rose a brow as the response to the situation was not so much her threat, but a surprised reaction to the others own powers. Suddenly the male was trying to convince himself it was never even there. Denial was one thing, but this was a whole new level of power rejection. She winced emphatically as the bone withdrew and the other looked in pain because of it. Promptly after he began to now try and convince her that it had been a trick of the mind. The soar spot on her butt told her otherwise. Incline to believe her eyes and nervous system more than the other student, she just frowned at him like he were all to many colors of crazy.

"Your joking right...I get stabbed in the behind.." Atta had a habit of blowing things a bit out of proportions to make a point "..and you are telling me it never happens, and I am the one trying to scare you?" She shook her head with a mocking chuckled "Were you dropped as a child, or recently beaten over the head? I mean that looked painful..and your still gonna sit here and tell me /I/ am scaring you?" She cocked her hips to one side with a glare as he tried to just go back to 'not so really' reading.

Atta was about to leave in a huff when he made note that she was still holding the spray can in a very defensive manner. His attitude was really getting under her skin, brushing everything off, pretending that this was just some everyday event, and that she was inconveniencing him! Well he was getting on the wrong nerves. Staring him right back into his gaze she got a wicked grin before moving the can close enough to his forehead as she could and giving him a nice, safety yellow brow. Then promptly pulling back and crossing her arms. "The mistake was not putting you through a psych evaluation first.." she commented on how he thought he didn't belong here. If he didn't think he was a mutant, well then let him think it, but at least here he would not end up with the same haunting secret she held. Here he was moderately less likely to hurt some one while he played denial.

[Kyle Engstrom]

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[atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img194/8500/1wgb.jpg] The girl was complaining about getting stabbed in the butt because she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and she instinctively chooses to blame him. For all that Kyle knew, she had walked into a thorn bush or something. Yeah, that could be a logical argument that would keep her quiet for a little bit if he was lucky, but he wasn't actually sure that his life knew anything about luck. "You probably walked into a rose bush that has been mutated, and now you are seeing things from whatever chemicals it excretes.” Okay, now that he took a look around Kyle saw how ridiculous his story was as there wasn't any bush to be seen, but then the girl said something that allowed him to come up with an alternative story. “Actually, I did get hit in the head a few days ago, which is when all this craziness started.” Thinking about it for a moment, Kyle remembered that sometimes a head wound could cause serious delusions if there was enough damage, so maybe he was in a coma or something where he was just having a weird dream until his body repaired itself. “That's it! I'm just dreaming all of this stuff up because of the injuries I sustained from those jerks who were beating up my brother. That explains all of this craziness,” he muttered to himself. Now that he had come to that realization, all he had to do was will this crazy girl away from him, so he closed his eyes and wished her away. For a moment, he thought it worked, but then she spoke to him about being mental. Now that wasn't something that he couldn't take even from his own subconscious. “So says the crazy lady with a spray can. Why don't you run off and learn how to use a brush instead of being a vandal? Jeez, couldn't my mind have come up with a girl that wasn't completely annoying?” Setting his book down, Kyle began rubbing his temples in order to get rid of the headache that he was having. He wondered how long he was going to have to put up with this chick before his mind got rid of her. WORDS: 374 TAG: Atta D. Swanson WEARING: Regular Clothes NOTES: Denial or Crazy? You decide

[Atta Swanson]

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/i59c3t.jpg] Atta was really getting ticked now, not only had this guy stuck her with some kind of sharp, bone protrusion, but he was still yammering about it being something else. At the same time he did, here eyes scanned the surrounding area for shrubs, only to see a few more trees, some small perennials, and grass. Ha, that would really 'poke' some holes in his defense. "Yeah...venomous rose bush....lemmy guess they are invisible too? or maybe it was a unicorn horn that pranced back off up the rainbow..." she said in a voice so layered with sarcasm it was almost venomous in itself. Before she could give him the official 'I'm Crazy' sign, he spoke up again and only continued to make it worse. Some how, he now had it in his head that this was just an illusion brought on by his subconscious mind in a comma. Right about now, she was feeling that the whole comma thing was a great idea, putting him in one that was. Maybe the guy just needed another good smack to the head. She had a weapon, the butt of a spray can could do some damage. To afraid a good old fashion fist had the ability now to create a circuit that could toast some one, she would avoid that at all cost. No matter how good it might make her feel to just sock this guy one. Atta knew that a fight would not look good for her, and after gambit had brought her here she owed him at least a few days of good behavior but when the bone spike boy opened that big mouth of his again it was on. No one, and that meant 'no one' called her a vandal and got away with it. "Excuse me.." she muttered under a heated breath, temper flaring and body tensing to prevent her from shaking some sense into him. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be trying to mentally block her, or if he was serious about the coma thing, he was trying to erase her. "You have not even seen crazy yet you sharp little pain in the butt. I'm not some figment of your twisted mind, and sure the hell am no vandal. I'm an artist, a mutant, and about to put a boot in the same place your sharp arm stick stuck me.." her tone was fierce and she could feel her body charging up, something that should worry her more, but in a blind rage it only served to further rile her up. "Your not some mental case stuck in a slumber, your a mutant with serious issues. So you can call me what you like, but only when when you come up out of your own butt and smell the non fake roses. This is a school for mutants....your a mutant..we are mutants..figure it out or get out, cause we don't need non believers like you screwing around with the rest of us!" sure she was talking mostly for herself, 'we' just made her words feel stronger. Hopefully it at the least got a crack in, enough to let a few rays of light into his darkened mind. Shaking the can she added a nice old skunk line down the center line of his hair to match the streak across his brow. Crossing her arms she knew that it didn't help her 'vandal' argument, but it felt better than violence or an electrical melt down. If he was gonna sit there in denial so be it she could leave, but maybe, just maybe that would have brought out some kind of reaction. Good or bad, she would take either. WORD COUNT // --- OUTFIT // Yellow and black grafic tee; Skinny jeans TAG // Kyle Engstrom//Bones RPN // ....

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[Kyle Engstrom]

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[atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img194/8500/1wgb.jpg] It was official. This chick was really starting to grind his nerves, and that meant that something bad was about to happen. While Kyle didn’t believe he was a mutant, he did know that each time something unfortunate happened around him his anger level had been higher than normal, but the young man was so upset by this girl’s sarcastic comments that he didn’t think about warning her that she shouldn’t do anything to tick him off any more than he already was. “You are probably experience some hallucination due to the effects of the poison secreted by said bush that my mind created,” muttered the young man as he resisted the urge to hit the girl in the face to shut her up. Then the delusion of a girl started yelling at him about how she was real and wasn’t a vandal, but the part that got him was the way she threatened him. A smirk appeared on his face as he realized that she had proven her case without realizing it, but he supposed that he should tell her as it would make her feel ridiculous for a few more moments. Of course, he had to wait for her to close her mouth long enough for him to get a word in edge wise, but eventually her mouth stopped moving as she got done with her ‘speech’ that was supposed to knock some sense into him or make her feel good or something along those lines. “Since you were poked in your bum, then I don’t see how putting a boot there is going to do anything besides convince me that you are right about you being real, but that is only because a projection of my own mind wouldn’t threaten itself. Whether or not you are an artist of a vandal remains to be seen, and I don’t care if you are a mutant or not. Taking a moment to formulate his thoughts, Kyle mentally went over everything that she had said while holding up his finger to his lips to make sure she didn’t interrupt his train of thought since he hadn’t done it to her a moment ago, but he doubted that it would matter. With his thoughts in order, Kyle decided to stop with the suspenseful silence that had filled the area. Even if I could leave which I can’t, where would you have me go as long as people think that I am a mutant? My family won’t answer any of my phone calls or return any of the letters I wrote since that day, so going home isn’t an option. So tell me Great Keeper of Knowledge, where is the place that someone without friends or family can go to live? I am just dying to hear your answer,” retorted Kyle as he looked up at the sky as waited for whatever smart-aleck remark she was going to give. Whatever it was, he was sure that it would be full of sarcasm and hate towards him, which he was more than used to at this point in his life. Of course, most people who showed this much disdain at his presence just left him alone after a few minutes, but she was still around which made him wonder why. Why didn’t this chick just leave him alone like everyone else did so that he could be left with his own thoughts? It just didn’t make sense to him that this conversation was still going on, but it was never his role to abruptly end one so he would leave that to crazy girl with the spray can. WORDS: 620 TAG: Atta D. Swanson WEARING: Regular Clothes NOTES: Bones Smash!

[Atta Swanson]

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/i59c3t.jpg] Every word out of his mouth was making her wish she had the nerve to sock him in the nose. Yet, even though she was coming into comfort with her powers, she was still so afraid of causing irreversible damage to others, that even the brief contact that was involved in a hardy hit, was to much to risk. Her fists were clenched so tight, her one had, she swore, had her nails dug right through her skin. The other one feeling only a few psi away from crushing the paint can it held like and aluminum pop can. Of course she was right about herself being real, but what the hell was he getting on about her threatening herself, that boot was meant for his behind not hers. At least she had rubber soles in her shoes. She could kick him all she wanted to and never worry about an electrical current frying him from the inside out. Funny, she thought for a moment, how she was more then willing to beat him stupid then to risk a possibly only minor jolt. Both were violent acts, but she supposed it was only the one that had no control that got her nerves on edge. Crossing her arm as his finger rose up, she swallowed a breath she had been taking to continue on her rant. Not even sure why she offered him the moment to gather himself before slicing into him again. Not at all worried that he was planning something possibly, or even trying to restrain his own powers. He had only poked her, but for some reason it didn't cross her mind to be worried about what else he could do with the needle sharp protrusions he could create. It was more than likely he posed a greater threat to her well being, then she did to his. Still, growing up the last few years isolated, it was just easier to chew him out then to shake his hand. Finally he broke the silence, only moments before she would have. Emerald hues only slits as she clenched her teeth to hold her mouth shut. Something that was taking enough force that her jaw seared with pain and it felt that her teeth may crack. What he said, struck her in a surprised way, and almost for a second made her take back anything she said about him kicking himself out. Her eyes opened slowly from their narrowed glare, looking off to the right for a moment like she would find the answer among the rest of the landscape. No family or friends, she knew what that was like. Though she had chased her own friends away, and she could go home, but it no longer felt like home because of her actions. Pursing her lips a moment before looking back to him she didn't meet his eyes, but her words were no less cold then before. "I don't care...Go live in a trash bin, but don't clutter up this place with your dumb little mind game your playing with yourself. Your not the only poor bum here without people who care anymore, but at least the rest of us are trying to heal." It wasn't true, Atta felt no more healed here then back on the streets. In fact this place was a bit suffocating at times, hence why she had come out here for the chance at some solitude. "..So your parents don't write, just go home, if your not a mutant try to convince them and not me. Your doing suuuccchhh a good job at it anyway." Sarcasm was evident in her voice "Or at least maybe back with them you'll get hit with that bus that is reality, which you so desperately need". Atta's skin felt hot, burning as energy was pumping more readily through her. The world seemed loud even though there was not one around them. Now, her eyes did catch his again, with a green brighter then ever. If this was going to turn into a fight, then let it. She was getting sick of this kid, but was far to stubborn to be the first to walk away. Either they would duke it out here and now, or one of them would have to cave in this game of mental 'chicken'. WORD COUNT // 721 OUTFIT // Yellow and black grafic tee; Skinny jeans TAG // Kyle Engstrom//Bones RPN // What to throw on the fire...water..or gasoline, your pick lol

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[Kyle Engstrom]

Jul 10, 2013 7:42:04 GMT -5 Kyle Engstrom said:

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[atrb=background, imageshack.us/a/img194/8500/1wgb.jpg] Yet again, the girl’s statements just made it harder for him to imagine that this was all a figment of his mind, which was both fortunate and unfortunate at the same time. It was good that his brain hadn’t constructed someone like her who couldn’t take a hint, but it was bad that it meant this was really happening to him. He really was a guy who could grow large bone spikes out of his body and was now stuck at a school full of other freaky people with no one who he could turn to from his old life to confide in. Why did this have to happen to him alone? Why was his brother sitting at home all normal while he was a monster? They were twins, so why was he a mutant and his brother was not? It just didn’t make any sense to him, but he supposed that there was someone on campus who could explain it all to him if he asked. If everyone was like this girl, then they must have answers and smart aleck remarks to combat any question that could be thought up, but he hoped that none of them were as dreadful as the girl he was currently talking to. If they were, then Kyle might just admit that he was a mutant long enough to see just how dangerous the bone spikes really were. Of course, the way that this conversation was going might just mean that he wouldn’t have to worry about everyone else because Kyle was pretty sure that he would get sent away once he smacked the ‘artist’ upside her head, but knowing his luck his hand would become covered in bone spikes at the last second which would earn him a prison sentence for murder. He supposed that it would be best for him not to do that, which meant he needed to get her away from him before a line was crossed. This made him think about how she had started her response. ”If you don’t care, then why are still standing here for? Why don’t you go away and ‘paint’ kittens on the wall instead of telling me what to do?” Kyle didn’t know who she was trying to fool. People didn’t come to this place to heal. No, they came here to hide from people who wanted to exterminate them because of what they are, and sooner or later it would happen just like it had happened throughout history. It was just a matter of how long of a wait everyone was in for before the first stone was thrown. This girl just wasn’t getting the whole thing about his parents not wanting him around anymore now that people thought that he was a mutant. It didn’t matter whether he was or wasn’t anymore as his parents didn’t want to go through the struggles that other families with mutant relatives in it went through, so they had just cut ties with him altogether. ”There is no going back to them anymore. If they wanted any sort of relationship with me anymore, then they could just answer the phone when I call, but they don’t want to be seen with me. They just want to keep their family normal, so they can just write me off as long as they have my brother.” ”But like you said, you don’t care. Now leave me alone or else,” stated Kyle. His intention wasn’t really meant to imply a threat even if his head told him it was a good idea, but bad things tended to happen when he got upset like he was. Each passing moment just added to the hatred in his head, which also caused his mutation to start acting up. If she pushed him any farther, then things were going to get messy around here. WORDS: 642 TAG: Atta D. Swanson WEARING: Regular Clothes NOTES: Gasoline it is?

[Atta Swanson]

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/i59c3t.jpg] Atta was burning up on the inside, her temper about to burst out like the lava flow of a volcano. Pressure was rising and this Kyle kid was not doing anything to let off the steam. She wasn’t even sure anymore why it bothered her so much that he seemed to play off the idea that he was even a mutant. The way his spoke was enough to suggest that deep down he knew the truth behind his ‘condemnation’ to the school. It was simply her determination to stand her ground, acting as though he had challenged her to shake him from his little dream world, or ‘die’ trying. She didn’t even know what he was capable of, but she would face that when it came down to it. Pride was blinding and all she could see was red. “All I hear is you griping about your problems without any drive to just shut up and fix them. It’s simple, you’re a mutant, smarten up and stick it out, or your so convinced you’re not, and just get the hell out. As for the why I am still here, it’s because I want to be here, obviously unlike you. So you got a problem with that than come at me! I dare you to try something and not go mutant.” she hissed bitterly, feeling the hairs on her body stand up with an electrical charge. Only having a few classes under her belt she had no idea how to fight, especially against someone else with powers. She had never had to throw a punch in her life, but Kyle was bringing out the worst in her defensive attitude. She could honestly not believe there was some on out there, who even after being shunned by his own family, could believe that he was still ‘human’. A normal and reasonable person my take some pity on the other, having to face total rejection from his family, no longer having a place to go. Atta however, had her own family issues, and in her own way did not feel like she had a home to go to. Hell, she was found in the streets, run away from her supposed home before arriving here. No pity would come from the blond, only a clenched fist and angry glare. “Oh poor baby, well reality check time! Your parents don’t answer because you’re a /mutant/, you’re here because you’re a /mutant/, the world is going to be full of haters and anger and hard times cause you’re a /mutant/ so buck up and start taking it like a man. No time for crybabies and sap stories here kapeesh!” Atta’s tone was aggressive, full of not only anger but spite. His parents might hate him, but at least he knew they were alive. Maybe that’s what it would take, the first injury he cause, the first blood drawn because of what he was. Would it sink in then? Not that she wanted to be that first, but if it happened to turn out that way then there was no stopping it now. Atta was fully engaged in this little spat, and with the energy produced by her body fueling the worst of it, things could get out of hand fast. Deep down she almost wished there was a teacher about, or anyone, who could step in and keep this from turning into the first real mutant on mutant fight she witnessed. “I’m not going anywhere, this is my reality as much as it is yours, and I have as much right to be on this spot of land as you do. Bring on the ‘or else’ if you really have it in you, or go be a hater somewhere more confined” Atta felt her eyes narrow, her brow tight as well as every muscle in her body. Constraint, desire for violence, and fears all fought in her. Each trying to claw its way into the lime light, only serving to confuse and infuriate her further. WORD COUNT // 669 OUTFIT // Yellow and black grafic tee; Skinny jeans TAG // Kyle Engstrom//Bones RPN // What to throw on the fire...water..or gasoline, your pick lol

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