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    First Times

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    Post by Aiden 12/20/2012, 1:51 am

    Aiden sighed, shaking his head as he walked slowly into the forest, his backpack slinged over his shoulder and head lying low. This just meant getting used to.. well, different people - people with special abilities and powers. A lot scarier than his old school he had to admit. He had a feeling that these people were aggressive, and that someone was bound to put a knife against his throat at one point. Aiden came to the conclusion that he wouldn't care. There's no one to go back home to, no one to grief over his body while he was gone. He came to the conclusion that he wouldn't even fight back, not only because he was scared and had no reason to do so, but because he had absolutely nothing to defend himself - he was born without special abilities, and he didn't believe in weapons.

    Oh, who was he to think? He just came to this camp and he was already judging people he hadn't even seen yet.

    Aiden sighed, slumping down against a tree as he brought his backpack over his lap and zipped it open. "You go Aiden, you go," he muttered mindlessly, pulling out a worn out notebook and a pencil. The brunette started drawing, not really in the mood do anything else.
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    Post by Davis 12/20/2012, 2:14 am

    Camp wasn't a place that really seemed to scream "home" to John Kayne. He'd moved around plenty before, met plenty of new people, and, to be honest, the process of being the new kid was getting a little dreary. Cheery faces, eager handshakes and introductions, and two hours later nobody has no idea who you are. You're a face in he back of the room, a shadow slinking about in the background, in peripheral view so that you can't get away with anything, but never the focus of anyone. Except for maybe the institution's antagonizers--in John's case this time a handful of sixteen year olds from various cabins, the leader having already introduced himself by fist as an excruciatingly brutal child of Ares.

    Camp so far was just another environment switch. The personalities were the same, except kids here, they were different. Stronger. Not a fact to be happily embraced by Kayne. It just meant when the insolent crapheads wailed on him, it was that much more painful, and that much more impossible to defend against. With a half-hearted sigh and a sudden shift, the frail boy dragged his toes across the top of the dirt, connecting with a pine-cone and shooting it up and out several feet. He watched it soar into a branch, a terribly inconveniently angled branch that lobbed it right back at him. The spiked seed smacked off the top of his head and he jerked over, holding his head with one hand. His jaw was clenched tightly, but a string of curses rolled off his tongue in a rusty voice regardless, belting out into the air and scaring off a nearby bird. His mom probably would've kicked him for saying such things.

    Today? Not his day. But really, it never was. This was John Kayne. When did life ever give him a break? He jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, bony thumbs jutting out indignantly. His lips contorted into a pout and a red mark began to appear on just under his hairline where the pinecone had struck. Fleeing to the woods from camp had been to protect his poor hide from any more physical pain. It certainly wasn't to be nailed in the face with nature's seeds. No, that completely defeated the purpose. But that was him, and that's what always seemed to happen. Life was just dandy.
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    Post by Aiden 12/20/2012, 2:40 am

    Aiden looked up abruptly, hearing a series of crackling leaves and mutters coming from the distance. He shrugged, disregarding the noise as he went back to his sketching of Emily, the only person he'd befriended when he was back at home. Of course he remembered her flowery scent, the way her face brightened when she smiled, the way she would playfully punch him in the arm whenever he replied with something witty and weird. She'd been the only person he actually had a nice conversation with, the only person who wasn't screaming at him all the time for something he didn't do.

    The Canadian pulled back his hand, glancing at the grey graphite smeared all over the white material. It was horrible in his perspective; not enough depth, emotion, thinking put into this. He was never really pleased his work, much less satisfied the slightest. It was always too much of this, too little of that, not enough of this, and definitely needs more of that. A confusing person he was; Aiden believe art had no right or wrong shape, inspiration, and that the world of art was limitless. Yet he never believed that his sketches were "right" or "nice."

    Aiden hit himself in the head with the old notebook, causing the loose pages to fall out and land onto the ground next to him. He cursed himself for being so isolated and weak; he hated his own self with a passion, but he never really sought out to change. Was he not committed enough?

    After 15 hits, he put the book down, gathering all the old, wrinkle pages, folding them in half, and shoving them between two random pages. "Damn," he sighed, shaking his head disappointedly. "Damn."
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    Post by Davis 12/20/2012, 3:12 am

    After his little pinecone incident, Kayne was left feeling worse than he'd initially left the camp feeling. His neck hurt from where he'd been jammed with an meaty elbow, and his low back still ached from the kicks. There were probably muddy shoe prints on the back of his shirt, for all he knew. It'd show up on white, too. Plain as day. His re-generative powers were a charm when it came to healing deep wounds, but it didn't dull the pain any. And the tiny welt on his forehead seemed to be icing on the cake.

    John came to the conclusion that he should probably take a breather, and his attention unfolded to the forest around him, eyes scanning for comfy tree nooks or beds of moss, something that could conceal him and allow him some rest. His sight flicked around until it rested on a boy at the stump of a tree, smacking himself with a book.

    His eyebrow quirked up, but he waited, counting the strikes. He counted at least ten, and no doubt the boy had been doing it before John's arrival. With a quick shift of his weight and a cross of his arms over his chest, Kayne spoke. The weary in his rusty voice masked with it's lower, menacing tone. And with the scars littering his body, he probably looked the part. The boy sitting in front of himself, formly beating his head in with a notebook in his assumed misery, likely wasn't a threat. But John didn't let that phase him--the walls were always up until it was proven they could go down. And proving yourself to John? Nearly impossible.

    "So, uhm, what are you doing?" Probably not something John really wanted to know. Maybe not something the kid wanted to share. But it was worth asking. Underneath all of John's defenses was a hidden curiosity that pressed him forward, commanding him to socialize--something he did very, very badly. "Are you... a masochist?" Kinky. If he was here by himself though... Nope, don't jump to any conclusions, John. If he wanted that he'd be in some place a little more private. Except that the boy was alone in the woods. John's face paled.

    Oh Gods.
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