Weak Match Doesnt Burn Long.

A car pulled up to the insitute, A bald man got out, then motions a few others.. they pull a younmg girl out, then all of them, go to the building.. they left the girl at the courtyard, and then all went to the building, leaving her.

The girl looked around, silently. Blinking beofre she went to sit down, she shook a little, feeling very scared, but not as much as she was before. She glances to the plants around her, silently. hoping someone nice would talk to her.

He didn't usually hang out near the driveway, so it was a bit of a surprise to see a car drive up. The boy wasn't too worried, though it was a bit disconcerting to see a few men pull a girl out of a car then walk into the school. The girl seemed like she might be a bit nervous about this, as well. Not surprising- it was probably a new place that she didn't want to be, and the men didn't exactly show warmth and hugs and comfort as they left.

He scratched uncertainly at his head, his finger nudging against the bowler hat he wore over his dyed, midnight blue hair. Jayson wasn't really sure if he was supposed to talk to the girl. It seemed like she might prefer to have someone to talk to, but he could never really sure.

Shrugging his shoulders and picking slightly at his dark grey sweater, he walked over to her with a smile. "Ah, hi. I'm Jayze. Are you new or just..." he trailed off, not sure how to finish it.

The girl looked up, then blinked as the man spoke to her. She visibly shook, Some low breathing ewas evident as she looked at hte man. Though she wasnt sure iof he was a girl, that looked like a man. Although she soon found out, he was a man, by the name, of which he called himself. "I-I am Michyle." she says. Her body shook, moving back into the seat. "I-i am new.." she would say.

ocerhead, a few birds flew, some geese squacked, a little. Some birds from the trees flew into the air,

((Deius: He's 16... wouldn't call that a 'man'...
Jayze: You wouldn't call anything a 'man'.))

Jayson paused more than a few feet from her. That was a somewhat unexpected reaction. He'd had some people be highly surprised about him, but his wings were hidden and his hair wasn't too noticeable. It's natural platinum blonde against his dark skin generally looked stranger than the dark blue. Maybe it was related to why she was here- or she wasn't staying and had been told horror stories of the people here. Maybe she'd spent five seconds talking to his sister.

"Um, hi, Michyle," he said, trying to be as friendly as possible without seeming suspicious, "Why are you here for? If you don't mind my asking."

Michyle shook then spoke, it was all in stutters i-i am h-hhere, b- because, t this i is a good place, for me to control my powers in.." she says, then brings her feet up, and huggled them. "I i might be stayiong.." she says softly, blinking a bit, then slowly up at him.

Sparks had priviously begun to surge around, visib,e on the skin, and shirt. the shirt started to turn darker, as did ther rest of her clothes, if a lief was touching her shouldur, then that would catch fire, a bit quicker. she held herself, shakling in fear.

[player: sorry
Mihyle: you better be]

((Watch your tense. It goes from past (spoke) to present (says) a few times.
Also- huggled isn't technically a word. you can use it in dialogue, but not so much in the rest of it.))

"Yeah, guess that's why most people are here," he said wistfully, glancing across to the school building for a moment before returning his gaze to her, not sure what to do with her nerves. "It isn't that bad, really. It's kind of weird to get used to at first... but it's not bad. Sometimes people are... well, people. But generally it's alright..." he said quickly, misinterpreting her anxiety. He smiled uncertainly, glancing elsewhere again.

Michyle, kept hugging her feet, staying silent. She didnt know what to say, as the sparks kept going around her form. soon, a smell of burning was starting come from her, as well as the plant beside her. The bench was also starting to smell. her body also shook a little, in fear.

her belly also growled, then blinked up watching hte men who brought her here, leave, then looked down, gently.

His nose twitched slightly at the smell of smoke, drawing his attention back to her. What the heck was her power? Pyromania? That was no good if she couldn't even control it that much. Few people would be glad to see the forest or orchards burnt down.

He cleared his throat, uncertain how to bring it up without upsetting her. His were hard to notice, but he knew some people had not-so-minor breakdowns when they found out about their powers. Jayson didn't know her before, but it seemed like that was a possibility here. Eager for the temporary distraction, he turned when her gaze went to the men that had brought her there, following them with his eyes.

"Is... Um... You seem... Well," he started uncertainly, "Is it common for things to start smoking near you?" he asked, trying to smile jovially but falling a bit short.

Michyle shook, she closed her eyes, then after he started to speak, she shouted"leave me alone!" then went as fast she she could towards the building, but dshe tripped, on a cement block, and fell down, hard. Her clothes, were also almost distroyed.

Jayson never fully understood girls. They always seemed to do one thing and mean another, and if you didn't know what was wrong they certainly weren't going to tell you. It was confusing, made the head spin. What was the point of shouting 'leave me alone', running away, and not paying enough attention to make sure you didn't suddenly need help after telling the only person around to get lost? Was there something in that extra leg of chromosome that gave females some sort of martyr complex?

"Right... so does the leaving you alone thing still count now that you possibly need a hand?" he asked, rolling his eyes. This was as much because he was sick of getting that sort of treatment, and also because with her clothes as they were he didn't feel quite right actually looking at or near her.

*Michyle, moved into a csitting position, wincing from the slight pain in her legs, then looked at him, silently. She slowly stsrted to see that He was nice, and so far, not mean, or hurt her. she looked down then said something very quietly.

[heh your post, made me chuckle.. no offense]

((None taken. Offence comes if you went "OMFG, you sexist bitch! How dare you!" ))

Jayze's ear almost twitched from under its hat as she said something, but he quickly stopped it from doing that, not feeling like giving her another reason to run screaming. She apparently had so many already.

"Um, sorry, what was that? I couldn't really hear..." he said uncertainly, trying to smile reassuringly. He wasn't sure if he was meant to hear that, but she seemed a bit calmer now.

Mycyle looked up at him, she didnt speak at all, for the moment. She slowly got up, blinking a bit. Then looked over herself, then to him. "nothing' she had said, then looked at the building"soo.." she says says a moment, then blinked.

"Oh, alright, if you're sure. I'll just leave you be, now," he said gently, nodding his head gently. He didn't feel like experiencing another "scream and run" situation with her, or waiting to find out what she meant by 'so'. The boy smiled softly at her before turning around and starting to leave, not entirely sure if this was the right course of action but he couldn't think of any others, either.

*michyle blinked as he turned to leave.. she blinked a bit, then her hand extended, grabbing at his shouldur, hopfully stopping him, she blinked, then looked down"sorry.. I umm..havent had good experience with boys..' she says, then looks at her clothes, blackened, almost falling off"umm..do you have..any spare clothes, i can borrow?" she asked the man, blinking a bit, a blush on her face, as she looked. ""im..Michyle" she says, blinking.