~*~Ditching the tunes~*~

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Snatching up his guitar, the boy headed towards the band room. His old school had one, and the boy just loved to play his guitar. He was quite good at that, seeing how some of his friends back in Great Britain had always played, and criticized each other so they would become better. By now, he was able to play Careless Whisper by Seether. He always played it on his i-pod, paid attention to the music, and copied it. He only had one problem, the boy couldn't read any music whatsoever. He could only copy what he heard, which was usually Nickleback, Seether, Theory of a deadman, any of the sort.

Letting his feet lightly drag upon the cold ground's surface, Jared went on a slid his hand into his jean pocket. His eyes squinted in the day's light, always hurt his eyes. Slinging the guitar case over his shoulder, and across his chest, the boy let his hair push his thick brown and bleached golden hair in front of his right eye, and let his left eye slightly close, all to block out the sun's rays. Putting a small bounce in his step, the tall slender boy stepped into the building.

Looking left, to right, and back again, he offered a small shrug, and walked to one of the practice rooms. Small. Not very comfortable at all to some, but he was the type to find the smallest room in a house, and claim it as his own. Looking around to some of the other people in the room, and pulled his guitar case from over his shoulder, and set it on one of the chairs. Pulling a key from around his neck, the boy slid the key into the lock, and turned, hence the case popping opened.

Jared flipped the case opened, and pulled out his guitar. A solid black, other than the bronze streak that outlined the shape of a skull. Specially made for the boy's likening. He pulled the strap over his head, and let the instrument hang down as he tuned the strings. Playing a quick scale, he nodded, and looked down to the ground. Waiting a few moments, the boy began to play. It was a simple song to him, seeing how he always played it. Whiskey Hangover, by Godsmack. His fingers went directly to the strings, as if it were meant to be. Letting his lips pars slightly, he finished off with the song, and nodded again.

His eyes had no emotion, it was as if there was no one there. Well, at the most, it looked like the boy could care less. His eyes stay locked upon the instrument. Rubbing the back of his neck, Jared looked around the room. He would rather go off and lye somewhere in the grass, or run around the campus. Gosh, a bloody little run would work for me right now. this place really is boring isn't it? I still don't understand why I am here. I swear I am not crazy... I'm not crazy at all! He thought to himself while stealing away a small moment to daze out. He was new to the school, and the boy still pleaded that he wasn’t insane. That he was perfectly normal, yet in reality, others thought he was crazy.

[Silver]

Silver gave a sigh. A long, angry sigh. She hated it here. So many rules, and the teachers... she better not even get started on the teachers. They went around smiling and manipulating, encouraging students to think they were insane. If it weren't for her older brother, Link, who was telepathic, she would have succumbed to their lies long ago. As it was, she knew she was a bit insane, at least a bit schizo. She knew for a fact she was bipolar. Emotions would swing from one to the next. Silver's bipolar-ness had probably been her downfall when the doctors had been trying to diagnose her. She had gone in to a huge rage, screaming and shouting, and then the next moment had calmly sat down and smiled sweetly at them. Stupid emotions. They were such a pain. And she would know about pain.

Silver was in math class right now, but didn't feel like concentrating. In fact, she didn't feel like working at all. She quietly stood up, then slipped out unnoticed from the room to wander the halls. They could try to bring her back in. It wouldn't work. Her firmest trait was stubbornness; once she had made up her mind, there was no turning back. Perhaps she'd go look for her brother; he'd be in his own classes at the moment, but she could lure him out. Silver was in the mood to rage at him; he had been acting like an idiot lately, and she was rather annoyed at him for failing to break her out from Hollowcove.

That's what she had been about to do when she heard music drifting down the corridor. She stopped and listened; despite her angry personality, she loved music, and had a pretty fair voice as well. Whoever was playing had a talent, she could tell. Might as well investigate instead of searching for Link; it would be more of a novelty than yelling at her brother, which happened on a daily basis.

The sound was coming from... the band room. They had a band room? 'All I thought we had was a dusty room with a few old tubas,' Silver thought as she trodded towards it. The door opened smoothly, with only a slight creak. And there she saw a boy playing a guitar with a skull on it. She allowed a small grin before wiping it off her face. Nice guitar, very much her own kind of style. But time to make her entrance known. "Hey. You play well."

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Jared let his pick rest between his lips while tuning the guitar. His pick, black with silver flames on it. He loved his guitar and pick. the boy used nothing more than the two. Any other guitar, he didn't care to play. In fact, he ignored them. Just a habit. as the boy let his fingers strum the strings, and continued to tune it, he paused. Perfect. Now it was how he liked it. Lifting his arm to his lips, and pulling out the pick, he heard a voice from the door.

"Hey. You play well." He heard a girl say. Looking up, the boy paused, and offered a small smile. This was new. Him being complemented? Interesting. He was just about to play Oblivion, by Mastodon. But he could offer a conversation. "Thanks." The boy said while tilting his head slightly to the side. The boy's brunette hair fell off to thh side, showing both of his blue eyes. Some of the blond strips fell over his forehead, spreading across the teen's face.

He quickly glanced over the girl, seeing she had silver hair, icy blue eyes, just like his mothers, and clothing that hung from her body. He just wondered weather the hair was dyed or not, but that was not his place to ask. She looked sweet, innocent enough. Setting his pick in the guitar case, Jared took a bow. His right arm swaying in front of him, and to the side, and his left tucked neatly behind the boy. His guitar hung down in front of the boy as he took his bow.

"Jared Morgan. A pleasure to meet you." His strong British accent fluently let flow out of his pale pink lips. Standing back up, he let his electric blue eyes meet wither hers. He looked Kind, sweet, innocent even. the small crooked smile held onto his lips, and his smile within his eyes, growing by the second. His hair had fallen in front of his right eye again, and his arms returned to his sides. letting his hand rub the boy's left upper arm, he looked down to his guitar pick, and let his right hand drop, grabbing the pick again.

[Silver]

She gave him a small smile, but it was still a smile. He looked sweet and innocent, and had nice eyes. Silver had always felt that eyes represented something of your soul. Jared's were electric blue. She met his gaze evenly, blue to blue. Except her's were ice. Yeah, her eyes definetely represented her soul. "I'm Silver Arcadia." Silver's parents hadn't exactly been the most creative crayons in the box, either that or didn't want to waste a good name on the child they hadn't wanted. But still. Had her older brother been named Dark Brownie? No. If he had, that would've been too funny. She grinned at the thought.

"So.... you insane?" she asked, a slightly playful gleam in her cold eyes. He probably thought he was insane. Most of the kids did at Hollowcove, and Jared was probably no different. Hollowcove... honestly, who named a school that? Or an asylum? Her brother had been very indignant about that. "Really, Silver!" he had exclaimed. "I wouldn't have been so indignant about coming here if it had been named something happy, like Rainbow Smiles, or Goode Daye Institute!" Yup, Link was an idiot all right. Still, mind-reading came in use, as long as it stayed out of her head.

She blinked at Jared, looking very child-like and adult at the same time. And even a bit sweet. Certainly, she ressembled innocent enough to rival him. Of course, she didn't think she was innocent. Not one bit. Looks could be deceiving.

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"I'm Silver Arcadia." The girl had said while meeting his gaze. The boy held a small crooked smile on his lips as he straitened his back, and offered a small nod. "Silver Arcadia? A beautiful name." Jared said in a small attempt of complementing her. He rubbed his arm again while closing his eyes, and tilting his head downward. The carving was stinging. The boy knew he shouldn’t do it, the cross was going to scar when he eventually stopped, but it was his way of keeping himself sane. Objects lifting into the air? It had to be him imagining things. The boy let his hands life, and rest behind his head as he stared to the girl.

"So.... you insane?" She asked. The boy paused, and opened his eyes to stare off to the ground. The boy's face, blank. He looked to be in deep thought, but that small kind glisten in his eyes. Slightly shaking his head, Jared let out a small voice. It was like, a little kids. A little kid that was afraid of what was to come, or what already happened. "No... I'm not crazy... I swear I am not crazy..." As the boy began to speak, he dropped his arms, and slid his hands into his pockets.

At that moment, he began to concentrate on everything around him. Mainly himself. After a few moments, the boy began to lift up. Not levitation, but telekinesis. It was the boy's power, and he still couldn't control it. closing his eyes, the shook his head no. "No, I'm not crazy. I can't be." Letting on a small smile, he opened his electric blue eyes, and paused. he was almost touching the ceiling of the building. Cautiously looking around, he began to concentrate on the other objects, and wonder how he was being lifted. And then he fell. Landing in a crouched position, his hand balancing him by touching the ground, and the other spread out to the side, he paused. This was really strange, that had never happened before.

[Silver]

Hm, no one had ever called her name pretty before. Interesting, maybe, but never pretty. That was sweet of him. A bit of colour came in to her cheeks, but it was barely noticable. She watched as he protested he wasn't crazy. Silver shook her head. Poor guy. There was nothing worse than having your head torn apart by doubt. To her, it didn't matter; who trusted what others said? What right did they have to declare everyone else crazy? None at all. It was her own sanity, she had the right to go insane with it. Honestly! There were too many busybodies attempting to make the rules and run the world these days.

Then, suddenly, Jared began to rise. Levitate. Silver blinked her ice eyes, a look of mild surprise on her pale face. He... was flying. Well, not really. But Jared was floating in the air. There had to only be one explanation; telekinesis. Oh, why couldn't she have been telekinetic? Silver couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of jealousy. If she had telekinesis, she'd still be powerful, and wouldn't have to worry about never touching people. She might even be able to levitate, like Jared. And levitation led to flight. She had always wanted to fly. Flying was free; no rules, no worries. Hakuna Matata. Like that movie she had once seen, though no one had flown in it.

"You're telekinetic," she told Jared when he landed in a very cool crouching position. "Well, duh, I bet you already know that. And, Jared Morgan, now you know the reason you're here." She took a step forward and surveyed the room. Ah, a chair. Perfect for her example. She narrowed her eyes at it and bit her lip so hard it bled. A tense hand waved at it and the chair slowly but surely disintegrated in to millions of floating, barely visible particles. She dropped her hand, and it all fell to the floor. "That's what I do, and a bit more. Don't touch my skin." Ow. Now she hurt. It always hurt disintegrating objects, and she had never done something as big as a chair. She sat down on the dirty floor, just to cover up the fact that she couldn't stand that well at the moment.

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Why was this freaking the boy out? Jared had no clue why he was. he was usually able to keep his cool. Maybe it was because he had never actually brought himself up in the air? Well, that was something that he had no clue about. Items, they always went into the air. Such as the chairs and the stands, they all just came into the air a little ways. He knew how to do a lot more, but he didn't do it. He thought he was insane. But the boy was attempting to make himself think he was sane. But maybe he wasn't? Was this just some part of his life? Was he 'gifted' with this divine power? Well, ya. Now was the hard part, him trusting in that.

"You're telekinetic," The girl began. Her chiming voice caught his attention, causing him to look up to her face. There was something different. A small amount of colour in her cheeks. Perhaps the girl just was a little hot. The room temperature was rising as more bodies came in. Well, right now there was only Silver and himself, but still. He could feel the temperature in the air rising. He fell down, and quickly hit the floor, catching himself with one hand on the floor, and the other out to keep his balance. "Well, duh, I bet you already know that. And, Jared Morgan, now you know the reason you're here." He tilted his head, and redirected his eyes to connect with the girl's. Ya, he knew what it was called. But the boy didn't want to believe it. It was something from a science fiction move, from X-men. Insane.

Pushing himself up, Jared tilted his head to the side as she bit her lip, and rose her hand. And then, she shattered a chair into hundred's of pieces. The boy saw as her lip bleed. Quickly pulling a small black cloth from his back pocket, he took a step forward. "That's what I do, and a bit more. Don't touch my skin." He paused, and watched as the girl sat on the floor. He crouched down, and cautiously dabbed her lip with the cloth. "It can't be that bad." He said with a small smile. letting his pinky’s knuckle rest on her chin, the boy put a small amount of pressure on the bleeding lip.

[Silver]

Why did the room feel so hot all of the sudden? Was it just her? Well, it was a small room, and there were two people in it, but Silver had a feeling it might be her as well. Her normally pale cheeks had already had a bit of light pink in them, but now, they deepened a bit to add a bit more colour. Mentally, she slapped herself. What was wrong with her? She never blushed! Never! ...Well, maybe when she had when she had been angry a few times, but otherwise, nope. This place really was screwing with her mind. Next thing you knew, she'd be locked up in a room tinier than this one, rocking back and forth muttering to herself as doctors examined her. She shuddered at that image. Not a pretty picture.

She looked at Jared again as he knelt down beside her, icey eyes revealing nothing, though they were teetering on the brink of stormy turbulence. Silver believed that not showing your emotions showed strength, so when she was acting 'normal' she kept them neutral. But they always jumped at the slightest chance to change, like now. Whenever she was feeling angry or sad or confused, generally. And she was very confused now.

"It can't be that bad," Jared said to her. For a moment, she wondered what he was talking about, until she realized it must be in response to her gift. Stupid Silver. Disintergrating stuff would take it's toll, and that toll was weakness and forgetfullness. Ah well. She turned her thoughts back to the present as he took out a cloth and dabbed her mouth with it. Curiously, she raised her hand to her mouth. Oh. Her lip was bleeding. She hadn't noticed that. She took it away and dreamily looked at it, before wiping it on her pants. It would come out in the wash. Hopefully. She gave Jared her small grin again. "Thanks." Then, he rested his pinky knuckle against her chin.

For a moment, she was in shock. Was he trying to get pain? She was strongly tempted to knock his hand aside, but that would mean more skin contact. She didn't want him getting hurt! Silver didn't know why, but she just didn't want him to feel the pain that she was normally so casual about. But she had to do something. Her hand came up, quick as a flash, to hover a bit away from his, ready to knock it away at the first sign of pain. She clenched the other one as she concentrated on making the pain that coated her skin smaller, so it wouldn't hurt as much as it normally did. Silver looked at Jared. "You'll get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt," Wow. How Hallmark-y, she thought, with distant sarcasm. She managed half a grin at that thought.

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Jared cautiously watched as the girl used her powers, as she bit into her lip. He watched as the chair went into particles, and looked back to the girl. Somehow, he didn't find it frightening. How? Well, that was unknown. The boy never knew these things. All that he knew now, was her lip was bleeding. As the girl sat on the ground, he was unsure weather she was able to stand or not, but he quickly pulled out a small black cloth, and dabbed her lip with the cloth. His biggest mistake, resting his pinky on her chin.

"Thanks." The girl quietly said. She seemed troubled slightly, like he was doing something wrong when his pinky rested on her skin. It was... Soft? Her skin was soft to teh touch. Welcoming, but his finger was hurting. Not as much as when he inflicts pain on himself, but it still hurt a little. The boy, he just brushed if off. Acted like the pain wasn't even there. he was really good at it.

"You'll get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt," Jared tilted his head, and offered her the cloth. "Why would I get hurt?" He quietly asked while Looking to her. Well, he didn't understand. The boy's pale pink lips stay parted slightly, and his hair still lingering in front of his right eye. Taking a moment, he pulled his hand up to his left arm, and looked to it. Why was it bleeding again? He thought the thing had healed over.

There was a crimson cross bleeding through his school uniform, blurred, but still able to see what it was. He quickly slapped his hand over the wound, and paused. A small smile, then Jared stood up. Cautiously looking around, the boy turned his left shoulder away from the girl, simply so she couldn't see. He was slightly ashamed of it, but it kept him sane. Pulling his hand down, and sliding his hands into his pockets to cover his act, he smiled slightly. Well, from that angle the girl probably couldn't see his electric blue eyes, but he was okay with that. "You okay?" The boy asked in a small, sweet voice.