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[` foster]

GABRIEL MICHAEL CROSS.
give me recipes for happy with the chemicals gone

The sun shown gloriously down upon New York, its light heavy, reaching out to touch even the darkest of places. The cold had retreated for now, leaving the air to taste damp and sweet. The snow was dying as the temperature continued its slow, desperate crawl toward the forties. It was beautiful - like spring decided to make an early appearance.

The ground beneath his feet crackled and cobblestones shifted against the soaken earth. Mud caked his heavy boots, seeming to cement him to the pathway. His jeans, worn and torn from many days of use, were wet where they touched the trail, stubbornly collecting any and all moisture. He wore no shirt - there was no point in the struggle today. And, with a sigh that could have blown over the Eiffel Tower itself, Gabriel lifted his head. He had been walking for what felt like ages. Wonderful, endless, pleasurable ages. For once in his life, he was more than happy to slip away from society.

And still, his heart felt lighter than ever.

God, the day was absolutely gorgeous. Perfect weather for him to be outside. Perfect weather for careless fun - even if it was experienced alone. Who cares? He smiled to himself, rounding one of the many twists that lead to his mansion. It's just me and the mansion today.

Gabriel thought of the "haunted" mansion as his own private getaway location. Seeing as it's rather difficult to strut around New York City with giant wings protruding from your shoulder blades, one learns to become quite acquainted with solitude. And, as God smiled down on this flawless day, he couldn't imagine wanting to be at another place. Quiet, secluded, avoided by most - as good as it could get.

When the forestry surrounding the path began to thin and eventually broke, he slowed himself to a stop. The mansion loomed high and mighty in front of him, dominating the scenery. He broke out into another smile and, as his wings stretched, flexing with happiness, he let out a small laugh. "Hello, beautiful."

[» liona ?!]

Mary Maggie Manning
guess who's next.
you’re just as guilty as them.

the day was beautiful, but Maggie didn't care. The snow was thinning out, she Maggie didn't notice. The sounds around her were soothing with birdsong and crickets, but Maggie couldn't hear them. The sixteen year-old brunette was gently caressing the sides of the trees, feeling the bark and brushing her legs, covered by the tight denim of her skinny jeans, against the ferns. It tickled her sensitive calves, even through the fabric. It felt better that way, through a barrier. Sunlight pored onto her face, illuminating her tan features. Her black converse slowly trampled the soft soil.

Maggie wasn't thinking about where she was going, all she was conscious of was that she was going. She was walking some where out in the forest, looking for solidarity. Little did she know, she wouldn't find it here. Not today. Maggie pushed her wavy brown hair behind her ears, looking down at the ground for a moment. The soil was dotted with snow here and there, but it hadn't fell recently. So the remaining snow had to stick it out. Most of it melted, while some banded together in clumps. The Solstice girl smiled, stepping into a lone pile and scattering it with her shoes.

'Hello, beautiful.' Maggie looked up, her dark brown eyes scanning the scene in front of her. There was a boy, facing a mansion that she had never seen before. Wow, I missed that. She thought with a surprised expression. Her eyes moved along his form, he looked slim, taller then she is, and with blond hair. Blond hair, ah! She thought. Blond hair on men was so attractive for her. Maggie took a step forward, not averting her eyes form the back of the boys head. A crack sounded, she had stepped on a stick. Without thinking, she muttered "Shit!" and ducked behind a tree. Yeah, great first impression.

[` foster]

GABRIEL MICHAEL CROSS.
give me recipes for happy with the chemicals gone

It felt as though the sun stroked his exposed flesh as he tilted his face toward the sky. He couldn't get over how perfect the weather was today. With a content sigh, he stretched luxuriously, his arms lifting high above his head. His muscles felt long, lean, and taught under the firm skin of his shoulders, arms, and torso. Probably for the only time in his life, he was pleased with himself. It's probably the sun, he thought, looking away from it and to the mansion. He dropped his arms, allowing himself another smile. Doesn't really surprise--

Crunch.

Gabriel froze on the spot. A cold wash of dread splashed through his body. Someone had come up behind him, someone had seen him. Oh, God. His eyes darted left and right, desperate for an escape route. I'm such an idiot! Maybe they'll think the wings are fake. Maybe they'll... fuck! Maybe I can convince them I'm a messenger from God or something! Oh, God, you stupid idiot! You should have just stayed inside! He was out in the open, completely and thoroughly exposed. Curse the sun for making everything so brilliantly visible to the stranger behind him. And, as his discoverer hissed a curse under their breath, Gabriel's expression dropped.

Whoopie for being "gifted".

Stupid Solstice.

Stupid, stupid Solstice.

"Okay, okay," Gabriel muttered, raising his hands defensively. "I won't hurt you, I swear." As he spoke, he turned carefully on the spot, anxious to set eyes on the person behind him. Maybe it was a student from Solstice. The school wasn't far from here. Yeah, he thought, turning his wary eyes toward the trail he came from. And maybe it's a trippy New Yorker with a gun. Much to his surprise, though, all that stood in front of him was... nothing. His arms dropped to his sides. The blond's face twisted into an embarrass grin. He scanned the area again, starting to chuckle lightly. "I'm such an idiot," the white-winged boy shook his head, chocolate brown orbs gazing down the path. "And overly paranoid."

[» liona ?!]

Maggie Manning
guess who's next.
you're just as guilty as them.

Maggie could barely hear herself breathing, why was she panicking? It was just a student from solstice, right? Or, maybe just a regular student that hadn't come to solstice yet and was hiding his power. If so, why did she hide? There was nothing to be afraid of with a run-of-the-mill gifted kid. Heck, even a fucking hot one. Maggie took a deep breath, careful not to make it too loud, she was too paranoid for that. When she was about to take a peek from behind the tree, he spoke. 'Okay, okay, I won't hurt you, I swear.' The sound of muffled chuckling could be heard from her, but not pin pointed. Who did this guy think she was? Some frightened ten-year-old girl that needed to be told it was safe? No, Maggie was a six-teen year old girl with a power that would scare off any navy general. She smirked behind the tree.

She heard chuckling form the other side, and quickly shut her mouth again. 'I'm such an idiot, And overly paranoid.' Maggie sighed. She was probably messing with his brain, it was best to come out. She thought about sticking a leg out first and waiting for him to come investigate, but the thought was too embarrassing, and besides, how did she know if he wouldn't like that? Unable to hold it any longer, she laughed. Loud enough for some one within a reasonable range to hear, especially this boy. It was a delicate sound, of that was on the edge of nervousness, but not detected by any one but her.

She stepped out from behind the tree, not giving eye contact yet. "I don't think you're overly paranoid," She winked, letting her dark brown eyes slide over to his chocolate brown and exposing her tan face. "You were right the first time, yet wrong." I wonder if this is confusing him. She thought with a smirk. Maggie turned from the white-winged boy and to one of the ferns. With a slight squint of her eyes, it exploded. Not a big explosion, but a small-ish one. Nothing caught on fire, but the delicate fern was now standing as a charred stick slowly crumbling to the ground. Easy enough. The girl turned to him again, with slightly outstretched hands saying, "Tada."

[` foster]

GABRIEL MICHAEL CROSS.
give me recipes for happy with the chemicals gone

It was the chuckle that paralyzed him the second time. Alright, so obviously someone was messing with him now. It probably was a student from Solstice getting a few kicks. Irritation flickered down his spine in short, electrical bursts. Inhaling deeply, Gabriel forced himself to turn around again, hoping to actually catch sight of his stalker. He only had to wait mere seconds before, with a flicker of brown hair and tanned skin, a girl popped out from behind a large tree. As she settled herself in the middle of the cobblestone path, his eyes swept over every contour of her body, absorbing everything he could in a quick once-over.

She was shorter than him by several inches, smaller build, weaker frame. Of course, he reminded himself, she is a female. A light smile dared to flicker across his lips. Probably not the best time to be sexist. He slid his eyes back up to her face: wavy brown hair, deep brown eyes, cocky smile. Okay, so she was cute for a stranger who can blow things up by narrowing her eyes.

He glanced casually at the destroyed plant, watching it sizzle, deteriorating toward the earth. Looking to her again, he allowed himself another smile. "If you're mission in life is to destroy helpless plants, I think might have every right to be overly paranoid, don't you?" Amusement caused his welcoming smile to grow; his wings twitched lightly behind him. Well, one thing was for certain, this chick wasn't ashamed of what she was and sure as hell wasn't afraid to show it. Although she'd probably be more hesitant if I didn't have ginormous, mutant wings protruding from my back.

"I assume it's safe to tag you as a Solstice student, huh? Obviously" -- his white-feathered wings flexed and the blond glanced toward them -- "I'm from the academy, too. Thanks for creeping up on me like that."

[» liona ?!]

Maggie Manning
guess who's next.
you're just as guilty as them.

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Maggie blinked once, watching as the blond boy gave her a look, like he was inspecting her. She put her hand on her hip, right on right, seeing as she was right handed. The brown haired girl watched as the winged boy dared to smile at her, she faintly smiled in response. His eyes casually darted to her sizzling example of her powers, Maggie grinned at his next statement, 'If you're mission in life is to destroy helpless plants, I think I might have every right to be overly paranoid, don't you?' A thought ran through her head, and she shifted her weight to her right hip so she was leaning into that side with her hand still planted firmly on her waist. The sixteen year old girl put a delicate finger to her lower lip, pretending to think. "I don't think I recall ever saying you weren't allowed to be paranoid," She remarked, glancing at him and letting her finger slid back to her left hip where it rested with her hand. "Do you?" A grin stretched across her tan face, illuminating among her features and gracing her lips.

'I assume it's safe to tag you as a Solstice student, huh?' Maggie gave him a skeptical look, swaying on her legs for a while before getting bored with that, and slowly walking the distance to the beautiful blond boy. 'Obviously I'm from the academy, too.' The white wings on his shoulders flexed, and Maggie pursed her lips as she stood only a short distance from the boy. 'Thanks for creeping up on me like that.' The urge to touch the white wings coursed through her body, and without thinking, she stroked the tip of his right wing, an absent expression on her face. "Of course," She trailed off for a moment, distracted by the texture. "You're only too welcome." She looked over at him and grinned a sinister-like grin, devilish.

Pausing to stroke the wing once more, she tore her dark brown eyes away form the magnificent wing's. She had never seen them before, but she had heard of a girl who had them, too. Something with a C maybe, but she was older than Maggie. Shaking her head, she looked the boy in the face. "I'm Maggie." She told him with a slightly unfocused look. Her lips turned up slightly at the corners.