Mιѕғιт Heroeѕ [Advαɴced RP] discussion

Located in the middle of campus, the courtyard is a rather busy area, with students passing through it all throughout the day, on the way to different buildings at the Institute. The courtyard is lined with benches, along with a decorative fountain in the middle

Caitlyn O'Connor sat on a stone bench by herself, soaking up the afternoon sunshine. It was a few days before school would start, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She'd arrived only three days prior, and she already hated it here. She was more alone than ever, and ached for her little Annalie. Students here passed by her without a second glance, it wasn't such a friendly environment like the headmaster had promised when she had come to register. Catie had even cried the night before she came here, doing whatever it took to convince her parents not to send her here. Regardless, it was for her safety, as she didn't belong in the land of the mortals. Here, in this little boarding school, she supposedly be able to avoid the same fate her best friend had suffered. It was no place to throw a shy teenage girl, one that moreover had been homeschooled her entire life and knew nothing about socializing. She didn't know what a public school was like, she didn't know how to act around other kids. She kept her manners, but received odd looks at times with the sort of indie style she always wore, casual and homey. Her new roommate, Catie didn't even want to discuss.

She'd been sitting around an hour or so on the stone bench, looking about her surroundings from time to time in longing that someone, anyone woudl befriend her. She didn't have her cell phone with her, and even then, her parents were always busy to respond to her frequent pleas to leave the school. It was bad enlugh, being torn from a place where you knew everything and everyone close to you, to another state across the country where no one knew or cared about your name. One rude boy had asked her about her abilities, and when she had showed him what she could do with a smile, he had simply snickered and incinerated the little daisy that flowered from her hand into dust. She hated it here, she hated the people. Catie had always been a positive polly for the most part, but now she couldn't help the depressive thoughts that overwhelmed her.

Her slightly tan complexion absorbed the warm fall weather, her gentle brown eyes flickering up from her journal she pretended to sketch in. Not even drawing appealed to her much anymore, she had no inspiration, no energy. Catie adjusted the flowy skirt she wore around her, crossing one leg over the other neatly. Sighing softly, she found herself still alone. Maybe it was jsut better to abandon hope of finding friends here, to maybe just try to be the wall flower. Literally. A group of older girls dressed smartly in the latest fashions suddenly came intruding in the peaceful courtyard, giggling and gossiping as they walked in their group of four. "Oh, Cate, love, what are you doing here?" Their blonde leader, Amy, asked snarkily. Caitlyn dared to look up from her art, blushing profusely. "D-drawing," she stammered weakly. Amy and her clones had given her a hard time when her parents walked her into the institute, teasing her and mocking her family.

"'D-drawing?' Ooh, can I see darling? I'm sure you're an excellent artist, aren't you?" Amy drawled, snatching up the journal before Caitlyn had time to react. Embarassed at her stupid sketches of the courtyard and some flowers on the side, Catie didn't dare protest now as she sat vack down on the bench without speaking out. If she let Amy do what she wanted, she'd be gone faster. "Ew, what is this? This flower? See it? Gretchem, what does this look like to you?" Brooke giggled, the four touching and prodding and smudging the picture with their manicured hands. "Maybe you ought to try Miss MacMillans art class, dear, your drawings are... in need of work,"Amy smirked, extending the notebook back to Catie. "Oh! Wait, you won't need this! Don't worry, you'll thank me later. Ta-ta!" Catie had been jsut about to take her notebook back with cheeks that burned in shame, before Amy snatched it back out of reach and tossed it into the trash can beside the bench. Horrified, Caitlyn was left to peering inside the putrid and stained interior of the trash can, her precious journal now at the very bottom of its dark ugly depths. Catie jsut felt like crying, her eyes pricking with tears hearing Amy and her friends scoff as they marched confidently away. This wasn't fair.

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Across the courtyard sat Skyler, hidden away in the cool shade of a tree. As usual she sat by herself, tucked away from the world. Since she had forgotten her headphones back at her dorm room her phone rested beside her quietly. Her phone never needed to be put on silent for it never buzzed. The only contacts in there were that of her twin brother, Simon, and a few teachers. And that was fine by her. She never had had many friends, not since she and Simon enrolled here in 9th grade. Skyler kept mainly to herself, not wanting to rock the boat or disturb the peace. She was currently reading "The Moral Sayings of Publius Syrus" and jotting down lines that she found interesting, as she did for all the philosophical books she read. “Divide the fire and you will sooner put it out.” she wrote down after she flipped a page.

Skyler looked up at the clouds for a moment to dwell on this saying before continuing her reading. As she turned her head down again she head the resounding voice of Amy Pinkertain. Rolling her eyes Skyler peaked around from the tree behind which she was reading. What poor person is she ridiculing this time? Sky asked herself, edging slightly more into the open to get a better look. What she saw made her groan slightly, Amy was torturing a younger classman, again. Knowing full well that she in person could never do anything to stop her Skyler turned around again and closed her eyes, resting her back against the firm bark of the tree. She took a breath and focused intently on Brook’s, one of Amy’s minions, face. Leave. You need to fetch something from your room. she silently persuaded. She paused and opened her eyes to peer around the tree once more.

“Guys, I just remembered- I left something in my room.” Brook said after commenting on the underclassman’s drawing. After saying this she looked a tad confused but went along with it anyway, her brain did think of it after all. The girls all snickered one last time but joined Brook for her pointless journey anyway. Skyler smiled and picked up her pen, paper, and book planning to get up once the girls were out of sight.

“Divide the fire and you will sooner put it out.” She thought happily to herself. She heard the footsteps of the clique fade so Sky rose from the ground of the courtyard and brushed off her skirt and adjusted her sweater to cover her wrists. Glad that her hair was in a messy bun, and not flopping around in the wind, Skyler set off across the courtyard, glancing over at the underclassmen with a soft smile.

Entirely devastated at seeing her journal now lost inside the depths of the trash, Catie sunk to her knees. Why did this have to happen to her? What had she done wrong to Amy, what did she do to deserve this? Caitlyn was tiny, skinny, and for some reaosn, was always the subject of teasing. She didn't bother other people, she didn't use violence, harsh words. Catie hardly even talked at home! Right when she thought that things could maybe get better for her at this terrible school for mutants, someone had to come and mess her up, do something so cruel and unnecessary to drive her further into desperation. She couldn't run from the school, those kids always got caught by one of the staff, then were returned back to school for on campus suspension, then put through all this counseling. Unless Caitlyn could convince her parents to come and get her and legally pull her out of this boarding school, she was stuck here until she graduated in two years. She was starting her junior year here at the Lewis Institute, but homeschooling really had her a year behind on most of the things. It wouldn't be a good semester.

As the wind brushed her loose blonde tendrils out of her face, Catie let the first tear roll off her cheek. She had always been easy to get emtoional, and this frustration couldn't be pent up for long. She'd had it with that stupid Amy girl and all her friends. She was jsut so upset, how people she didn't even know could be thus harsh to her. She had kept out of Amys way, but she came after her anyway. There was nothing to be envious of, like her parents had suggested, so it couldn't be that. Had she accidentally given them a dirty look? Impossible, Caitlyn was incapable of that sort of thing. The back of her hand brushed at her wet cheeks, the little sprigs of grass that had sprung up in the cracks of the cement drooped heavily as well as she wept. "I didn't even do anything..." Catie whispered to herself in confusion, sniffling as she tried to get herself together.

She stood from her crouched position by yhe bench, looking over the putrid trash can again. She felt her insides roll, and threaten to make a reappearance as she peered inside, cringing and whimpering as she stuck her hand into its depths. "So gross, gross, gross- ew! Why is that- why is that sticky?" Caitlyn murmured hysterically to herslef, having not seen the girl that essentially had saved her from more torment from Amy and her cronies. After leaning into the trash can and managing to gingerly pick up her journal at the bottom, she was thoroughly disgusted. She was just going to stay in her room from now on, no matter how bad the pains got. As a mutant who shared a strength in vegetation and plants, it was essential that she got warmth and fresh air often. But, she was willing to sacrifice that much if it meant that she could be left alone. Having friends no longer mattered to her, drowning along with her drawings at the bottom of the trash can. Someone had dumped a cup of orange juice from breakfast, as well as half a bowl of cereal. An assortment of other papers and wrappers were there too, and one could imagine how Catie's journal looked.

It wasn't completely destroyed, the journal itslef, but there was no hope restoring the page it had been opened to. Catie set to work ripping the affected pages put and letting them float into the bottom of the trash basket. Caitlyn herself felt like trash, worthless even among the mutants. Nobody wanted her, not the humans, not the students, not her parents. Page after page, journal entry after journal entry, it all was discarded by the time she heard footsteps behind her. Who was it now? Feeling entirely disgusted with herself and the smells of her journal, Catie whirled around to see an older girl with a rather cute sweater walking in her general direction with an assortment of school things under her arm. Catie ducked her head once again, turning back to the trash can. With a resounding thud, she gave up on trying to save her journal and let it drop to the bottom of the trash. Her cheeks were tear stained, but Catie refused to acknowledge it. She didn't want to be weak anymore.

Skyler was never the person to start a conversation, especially not with a stranger. It was hard sometimes even to talk with Simon, no one understood her- not even her twin. It was hard to make him, or anyone see things the way she did. Her mind just operated differently from other peoples, aside from the fact that she could control others and hear their thoughts. She genuinely hated the fact that she was different. She was never one to fit it anyway even before she developed her "abilities", but now she felt like even more of an outcast.

The only reason she even considered talking to the girl was purely because she had once been on the receiving end of Amy. During her encounters with the spoiled teen was the only times when Skyler was thankful for the fact that she could weave her way inside that pretty little head of hers and make her leave her alone. Obviously, this girl wasn't that fortunate.

Skyler swallowed her nervousness and angst and nodded her hello to the stranger. "Need any help?" she asked hardly above a whisper. At first Sky was worried the girl hadn't heard her, but then she turned around to face her, rather suddenly. Sky saw the tear streaks on the girls face and at once felt a small pang of pity. No one should ever have to feel like that, ever. But, not everyone see's things like that. Especially people who inflict the pain, all they see is themselves being lifted up by stepping on the backs they have broken to do it.

Before the girl had turned around Skyler noticed that she had tossed something back into the trash. She was slightly curious to know what it was, but not so much so as to ask at this moment. First, she wanted to see if the girl indeed needed any help, then from there, inquire about what exactly had happened to her.

The girls voice was nearly inaudible, nonexistent to anyone who didn't have the experience to listen to soft spoken voices. Catie had been one of those girls who were always asked to repeat themselves, because of the gentle tone she basically whispered everything in. There was a reaosn for it, too. Nobody ever listened to her anyways, so what was the point of speaking up? She was seen as weka, and inferior. A loser, someone that could be taken advantage of because of her inability to hurt people with words or even thoughts. Catie was in a way, overly innocent. Too sweet. Almost like a child, she'd been told. She probably could have even passed off as one, with her timid behaviors and petite frame. "N-no, thank you," Catie declined politely, stuttering once again. It was a bad habit of hers, one that couldn't be broken because of her fears. She didn't dare brush off her sticky trash can hands on her skirt, her small nose wrinkled with absolute disgust. She jsut wanted to melt into the floor right then, especially with this strange girl eyeing her. The new girl didn't seem harmful, in particular, but she seemed older, taller, and that alone was enough for Caitlyn to be steered away. With a hesitant glance up at the girl, Catie stepped at side to walk away, her journal, the only thing that had ever known her true feelings and always had been there for her, dicarded and left behind.

(Shorter, sorry!)

((that is 100% ok haha, it's easier to read when it's shorter haha XD ))


Sky noticed the timid tones in the girls voice, how alike they were in that way. It seemed like the girls might have similar personalities, though definitely different circumstances. Before Skyler's own timidness could stop her she asked, "are you sure? If you need anything... my- my room's just down that way." Skyler pointed vaguely in the opposite direction Amy and her clique left as the girl side-stepped away.

She looked down and saw the girls hands, caked in the sticky remains of other peoples food and garbage. She had no idea why she felt the need to help this girl other than the fact that she had once been in the same position not too long ago.

The way to the trash can was open and Skyler decided to take a peek, curiosity too strong to resist. Inside the bin was the soiled remains of a once beautiful journal. "Is that yours?" Skyler asked turning her head and looking back at the girl. Knowing that it was, for she had just read the girls mind, she looked back into the trash bin one last time before stepping away.

A small plan formed somewhere in the organized clutter of Skyler's mind. If the girl wanted, she could most definitely have one of her journals. She had far too many already for Simon gave her one almost every year on their birthday, saying that she could use if for 'whatever she wanted.' Last year, since she wasn't done with the previous years journal, she tore out the pages and fashioned them all into origami swans, which she then strung from a wooden frame- the hand made 'mobile' (at least thats what skyler called it) hung in her dorm to this day.

((Cool!so should she just walk away or?? Its hhard because theyre both shy hahha))

((yea i was thinking that too XD. Im thinking she should give in and they just get to know the basic things about each other? then they can part ways?))

((Okay! And maybe catie starts crying and she comforts her, that would be the perfect gateWay! I'll reply in maybe an hour ir so, gotta do hw!))

((yeah, perfect :D ))

Catie kept her head down, the loose tendrils from her loose french braid in her face. She felt so dwarfed in her oversized sweater, next to this other girl. Naturally, she had more meat on her bones than Caitlyn ever had, and didn't seem like her limbs would snap easily. Although the other girl was also soft spoken, it seemed like they could get along with their identical personalities. Quiet, introverted, hesitant. How Catie ached to ask her name, to have a friend to pour her heart and soul out to. Anything. "I-Im sure... I'm fine, thank you," Caitlyn mumbled, clamping her teeth down on her bottom lip while her dirty hands were clenched by her hands. She didn't know whether to walk away now, or just to talk to her. What did normal people do? Embarassed, Catie's cheeks were already a deep shade of scarlett, her brown eyes cast down to the scrawling cracks in in the cement. She just felt the judgemental examining eyes on her stained hands, on her face that she tried to keep hidden.

It was jsut so humiliating how much had she seen? This girl seemed genuine enougj, but what if she turned around and mocked her? Paranoid, Caitlyn was eager to get out of there as fast as she could. The girl wouldn't miss her anyway. Catie stepped out of the way, her shoes taking small slow steps away from the trash can. She wanted to flee, break off running, but she didn't need this girl making fun of her for another thing. Besides, Catie was a bit... curious to see what she was even doing. The eavesdropper had stepped towards the trash can, Caitlyn having paused to watch, while the girl peered inside with interest at her journal. The girls eyes swiveled up to Caties, and immediately she caught her breath. "Y-yes," Caitlyn said softly with remorse, her heart heavy. She wanted thr journal so bad, but it was ruined. Ruined!it would just rot if she took it back, it wasn't like she could wash the porous paper pages and make it better!

Catie stood there still, her hands clasped behind her back with her head tilted a little to the side. With her shoe toeing the ground, Caitlyn watched the girl in the silence, wondering who she was. Why did she even bother interfering? Why did she care about her journal? Why did she care to help Catie out, to offer her company? Moreover, the girl seemed more and more like Catie herself, struggling with her words and barely mumbling her words. "It's not a big deal," Caitlyn found herself saying, referring to the journal. She didn't know where it came from, but it was this little glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, that maybe, maybe this girl would befriend her.

Skyler could tell how shy the girl was, which made what Amy did to her so much worse. Skyler knew that she would of been acting the very same way just a few months ago, but she has come quite a ways since then. She never would of been able to come up to a complete stranger and ask them if they needed assistance without Simon. Her twin and herself had grown so much closer, especially after their parents kicked them both our onto the streets. Simon told her once that she did not need to fear people, or circumstances as long as he was around. This small memory warmed Sky up, just a bit- but only brought about more pity for the underclassmen standing before her. She didn't have someone like that. Inside her head, secretly, she decided that she would be this girls 'Simon', or at least help her find one.

When the girl replied Skyler could read the sadness about her person, even without reading her thoughts. Her body language showed how much she wanted the journal back. "Sure it is." Skyler shrugged, a bit more confident now that they were carrying on an actual conversation, something Sky hadn't done with anyone but Simon in years. "Journal's are important... they provide someone to talk to, who actually listens to you without judgement." She added thoughtfully. "I have several back at my dorm... y-you could have one - if you want." suggested Skyler nervously. Though it felt good to help someone else besides Simon or herself, she could not believe she was actually doing it.

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((Sorry! Ive been super busy this week (i normally dont have antthig going on lol) i apologize! Will reply in the next few hours))

((your fine :D ))

Catie didn't know why this girl was telling her now about the value of journals, and it only upset her even more than she already was. Did she not think Caitlyn knew how important a journal could be? Catie tried not to show the discontempt on her face as she eyed the ground, the grass sprigs that showed through the cracks falling limp under her dismal gaze. Yeah, except now I don't even have one , Cate thought to herself with a sigh, her hands clasped in front of her lap with her head hung. The girl didn't need to be captain obvious for her, it was unnecessary and just sparked a bit of irritability in even the mellowest of most people. Now, all of Catie's thoughts, sketches, and notes of the past year were gone, the most important ones of all the journals she had stored in her room in a trunk. One for each year, as her mother had kept records when she was a baby in a similar fashion tk what Catie did now.

Without anyone to talk to and without her journal now, Catie felt useless. What else was she supposed to do? She'd have to settle for one of the notebooks in the student store, which upset her OCD habits even more, and then she would just have to try and remember all the things that had happened of recent and scribble them all down tonight. Caitlyn had hesitated in walking away, not wanting to be rude if the girl had more to say. She ended up speaking up again just as Catie was turning on her heel, the words coming from the girls lips brightening Cates expression in the slightest. It didn't matter that the girl stammered too, it was actually quite comforting to be having a conversation with someone who had the same sort of personality as her. Shy, quiet, nervous. "Really...? You'd do that? I'd love to have one, please," Cate gasped in awe, finding a new sort of respect for her. No one had ever done that sort of thing to help Catie, no one had ever taken the time to offer up something to make her happy. Her parents, of course, but never any of the few friends she made. "Th- thank you... you are kind," Caitlyn murmured softly, her brown eyes flashing up to meet the girls. "What... what's your name?"

Skyler let out a brief sigh of contentment, glad that the girl had accepted her offer. Skyler smiled on the inside, glad that she could finally offer someone some help besides Simon. Knowing that a perfectly amazing journal was sitting idly inside a dusty drawer, waiting to be filled with ideas, sketches, and wistful thoughts had always excited Skyler, but she could only fill one at a time. So, giving one to this girl seemed like the perfect idea.

Skyler sent the girl a small, warm smile. "It's not a problem." Which was true, for she had many waiting to be filled. The only problem had been getting up the courage to tell her so. "M-my name is Skyler. Skyler Wright."

Caitlyns pink lips upturned in the slightest, mirroring the other girls. Maybe... she could trust this girl. She was the only one who had smiled at her so far in a way that didn't make her feel like she was under attack. Caitlyn fidget ed her fingers togehter, lacing and unlacing them uncertainly. Could she trust this girl, though? Would she turn on her when she least expected it? Or was she jsut pretending right now? Catie's brown eyes maintained steady eye contact with the girl's, the two of them standing now face to face beside the trash can. In the wind, her hair and her skirt was ruffled, her arms now folded across her chest to prevent anymore awkward mvoement. "Skyler? It's nice to meet you," Caitlyn said softly, her cheeks filling with a little color again. It was refreshing having an actual conversation with someone again, someone who didn't want to ruin her life. Not yet, anyway. Some people jsut got so upset and angry at her, for what, she didn't understand. It was her innocence, her happiness, her shy qualities. People hated the good in her, they thought she tried too hard to be sweet. Everything about Catie was genuine, but she still didn't understand why Amy had to descend on her. "I-I'm Caitlyn O'Connor, but you can just call me Catie," she responded in a meek tone, biting her bottom lip with a nervous smile. A friend? Was it possible?

Before the other girl, Catie, finally told Skyler her name Skyler had briefly read her thoughts. Catie had apparently been through several circumstances that made her uncomfortable around others. Skyler heard all of the unasked questions, and yearned to answer them. Of course she wasn't going to try and upset Catie, or betray her somehow, especially since she was the only other person she's ever talked to.

"W-well, Catie, shall we?" she asked gesturing once more in the direction of her dorm room.

Catie was hesitant about going anywhere with Skyler just yet, but she couldn't just turn her down! Besides, she wanted that journal. It was better than using her little sums to pay for a new one in the student store, or have to ask her parents to send some in and explain her situation. Catie's plan was just to step in step out, grab the journal thank Skyler and go. Caitlyn nodded meekly, brushing a hand at her face and tucking away some loose blonde strands. "Lead the way," Caitlyn agreed shyly, avoiding Skylers eyes. She wished to wash her hands of the filth that was on them, but resisted. She could wait until she got her journal, then just run up to her own dorms for a cleaning. Caitlyn shuffled after skyler, her sandals clapping on the pavement as she scurried along behind her. With worried glances about her, she watched for Amy.

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