Post by conduit on Jul 17, 2006 11:02:10 GMT -5
ooc: I know she's not on the grounds here, but since she's less than ten minutes away and returning soon I didn't think 'North America' was appropriate either. If it is, mods please let me know!
Rayen woke up quietly; her eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling. She knew where she was, though she could not recall dreaming. She had thought for sure she'd have had another nightmare. Perhaps she'd been fatigued enough by the stress of the evening to sleep too deeply for dreams.
After Kurt had left her to her own, she'd gone back out to the car and grabbed her bag. Sitting up in bed, she pulled it to her, fishing out her sketch pad. She padded across the floor to the window, curled up in the armchair, and started to draw.
Rayen could hear movement in the house, some conversation down the hall. She didn't listen, trying only to relax and take things very slowly. Her pencil moved in circles and mirrored shapes, the mandala taking form. Her eyes unfocused, her body slowly waking from sleep. It was a habit she'd gotten into as Mohanes and she struggled to get her powers under control. Each day there were measures taken to keep her mind focused, peaceful. As her mind slowly circled around the piece of paper, she thought of her hosts.
Their instinct was to call her Rayen. She was fine with that, and didn't feel the need to give them her last name. She tried the best she could to forget her father, as difficult as it was. He was still a major influence on the tribe in her state, with his money and connections. Only a few understood what had happened, how her father's mind had become corrupted with success and possessions and power. It made her stomach queasy just thinking of his cold, detached stare.
Or maybe she was just hungry.
Getting dressed, Rayen snuck down the stairs and out of the building before anyone noticed her. She unlocked the door and started the car before the key was in, yawning a bit as she drove down the road. It took her a bit to get to the nearest diner that still had a smoking section, and the one she could find was more like a bar than anything else. She lit a cigarette as the waitress brought over a mug of coffee.
Her eyes fell on the pack. Kurt had frowned at it. She was sure a school was not likely the best place to find someone that understood the reasons why a girl like her would smoke... Mohanes never really approved either. Perhaps she needed to find another idle activity to unload tension into, but she hadn't thought of one yet, and it wasn't safe to quit until she did.
What she needed was a generator on the grounds, something that wasn't connected to the house in any way, and was far enough away that she wouldn't risk the current jumping to it. Any nearby trees or power poles might be a problem, but she wasn't really sure what was available, so she'd just have to ask. Mohanes had bought one for her for her 19th birthday, and she'd learned a great deal from being able to pull a large amount of electricity through her body. It always seemed to calm her down, allow her to more accurately control the current, if she sort of overloaded herself for a few seconds.
Rayen wondered what sort of mutants there were in the world. Were there any more like her? Bobby had mentioned one similar. And Bobby... he had abilites involving ice. Could he pull it to him like she did electricity? It seemed to emanate FROM him. That wasn't the same sort of power. If she could find a mutant with an ability similar to hers, perhaps she could learn a bit more about her own.
She ate slowly, enjoying the quiet of the early morning, few customers in the place. She would need to explain her ability and it's frailties eventually. It might be easier to explain to them what the psychologist had said- borderline personality disorder. It didn't make her crazy, but it did make life rough. When depression took hold, it sometimes became nearly impossible to control her impulses. Mohanes likened it to a lightning warrior, the sort that trained to run headlong into battle with no thought for his own safety. Then again it seemed her mentor had a way of connecting all the strings of her life and braiding them together into something that seemed like destiny. Rayen wasn't sure she believed in destiny. But there sure were a lot of coincidences to things.
The mention of mutants on the television in the corner got her attention. She watched quietly. Jesus Lord In Heaven. That sounded like nothing but trouble.
Rayen lit another cigarette, and began to draw a mandala on her napkin in ballpoint pen.
Rayen woke up quietly; her eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling. She knew where she was, though she could not recall dreaming. She had thought for sure she'd have had another nightmare. Perhaps she'd been fatigued enough by the stress of the evening to sleep too deeply for dreams.
After Kurt had left her to her own, she'd gone back out to the car and grabbed her bag. Sitting up in bed, she pulled it to her, fishing out her sketch pad. She padded across the floor to the window, curled up in the armchair, and started to draw.
Rayen could hear movement in the house, some conversation down the hall. She didn't listen, trying only to relax and take things very slowly. Her pencil moved in circles and mirrored shapes, the mandala taking form. Her eyes unfocused, her body slowly waking from sleep. It was a habit she'd gotten into as Mohanes and she struggled to get her powers under control. Each day there were measures taken to keep her mind focused, peaceful. As her mind slowly circled around the piece of paper, she thought of her hosts.
Their instinct was to call her Rayen. She was fine with that, and didn't feel the need to give them her last name. She tried the best she could to forget her father, as difficult as it was. He was still a major influence on the tribe in her state, with his money and connections. Only a few understood what had happened, how her father's mind had become corrupted with success and possessions and power. It made her stomach queasy just thinking of his cold, detached stare.
Or maybe she was just hungry.
Getting dressed, Rayen snuck down the stairs and out of the building before anyone noticed her. She unlocked the door and started the car before the key was in, yawning a bit as she drove down the road. It took her a bit to get to the nearest diner that still had a smoking section, and the one she could find was more like a bar than anything else. She lit a cigarette as the waitress brought over a mug of coffee.
Her eyes fell on the pack. Kurt had frowned at it. She was sure a school was not likely the best place to find someone that understood the reasons why a girl like her would smoke... Mohanes never really approved either. Perhaps she needed to find another idle activity to unload tension into, but she hadn't thought of one yet, and it wasn't safe to quit until she did.
What she needed was a generator on the grounds, something that wasn't connected to the house in any way, and was far enough away that she wouldn't risk the current jumping to it. Any nearby trees or power poles might be a problem, but she wasn't really sure what was available, so she'd just have to ask. Mohanes had bought one for her for her 19th birthday, and she'd learned a great deal from being able to pull a large amount of electricity through her body. It always seemed to calm her down, allow her to more accurately control the current, if she sort of overloaded herself for a few seconds.
Rayen wondered what sort of mutants there were in the world. Were there any more like her? Bobby had mentioned one similar. And Bobby... he had abilites involving ice. Could he pull it to him like she did electricity? It seemed to emanate FROM him. That wasn't the same sort of power. If she could find a mutant with an ability similar to hers, perhaps she could learn a bit more about her own.
She ate slowly, enjoying the quiet of the early morning, few customers in the place. She would need to explain her ability and it's frailties eventually. It might be easier to explain to them what the psychologist had said- borderline personality disorder. It didn't make her crazy, but it did make life rough. When depression took hold, it sometimes became nearly impossible to control her impulses. Mohanes likened it to a lightning warrior, the sort that trained to run headlong into battle with no thought for his own safety. Then again it seemed her mentor had a way of connecting all the strings of her life and braiding them together into something that seemed like destiny. Rayen wasn't sure she believed in destiny. But there sure were a lot of coincidences to things.
The mention of mutants on the television in the corner got her attention. She watched quietly. Jesus Lord In Heaven. That sounded like nothing but trouble.
Rayen lit another cigarette, and began to draw a mandala on her napkin in ballpoint pen.