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Alex closed her books and rolled over, obviously giving the question her full attention, "I suppose that depends on the exact details of a particular situation, and what was to be gained and lost depending on my actions. How certain I was that changing just one thing would result in the outcome I wanted, how selfish the desire was. I think I'd try and make the choice based on logic rather than my personal emotions as much as possible." She laced her fingers together, "When we were five, Mike hit a boy and he flew accross the room. As far as we're aware, the boy died. Mike's hated his powers since then. If I could go back and change that, I might be tempted, but it's part of who he is now and while tragic, it's one of the many things that make him who he is and will be. If we're talking about something like what wiped out your world, I think that's a situation that might warrent some meddling."
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"Well, Eddie's sweet but a little ADD. Top two, aside? I dunno." Alex screwed up her face, giving the topic as much consideration as she had the driver's ed book earlier. "I think, I'd totally have like a fling with James if I was that kinda person. He's got the whole bad boy thing going on, and I bet he'd be a lot of fun but I don't think we'd actually have that much that we see eye to eye on. Plus, totally cute." She ticked the boys off on her fingers as she went, "Eddie seems so young, so it's hard to see him in a romantic way. I have a blast hanging out with him, but it's exhausting. Plus, don't tell him, but I like country music. Chris, however, of those three, I'd totally do like a long term thing. He's kinda nuts, but in a good way. He's got a great sense of humor, which is totally important."
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"Guitar, and a car! Be still my teenage heart," Alex laughed, stretching her legs out in front of her, and resting her weight back on her hands, "James has the bad-boy charm going for him completely, and he has the deep-tormented thing. He seems like the oldest of the guys maturity wise. He's always nice to me, but definately in a kid sister sort of way. I didn't even know he played. So what about Eddie and Chris?"
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Alex gave her one of those searching looks that always made one think she was trying to read their thoughts, if you didn't know how abhorrent she found that. In actuality, she was glancing over Erin's face and body language to guage her mood. "Well, you certainly shouldn't have to feel like you have to do anything, but you shouldn't hold back if you want to do something. I know it's scary to get attached after everything, but just like I can't plan for a rosy future, you can't give up on one, you know?" She flipped a page in her book and broke eye contact, "'Sides, even if we talk about things, doesn't mean you have to do anything. Who do you think's the cutest of all the boys?"
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Added Doc, updated list - 7/31/09
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"D: All of the above." Alex replied promptly and with a tiny grin, "Some of it is common sense, I would think. And no, I meant, are there any of the guys you're interested in? They're all cute in their own ways."
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Alex's grin was mischevious, "That would be entertaining to watch for its own sake, much less the date with Mark benefits. You're going to make sure they don't get too outta hand right? Or at least take pictures?" She pulled the text book onto her lap and frowned. Driving seemed an especially hard skill to learn from books. Probably would require some hands on experience at some point. "I'll confess, there's a part of me that's finding Mike's confusion downright hilarious. And I like Mark, I do. So what about you?"
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Alex didn't look offended, she gave Erin a smile, "While I do know that's true, it's more that I know Mike better than he knows himself. I mean, I've been in his head since we were tiny. I know every nook and cranny of his personality, flaws and strengths and all. He's a wonderful person and I seriously doubt that I could ever love someone the way I love Mike. He's not the most charasmatic, or the smartest, or even the strongest, but he is simply the finest person I know, hands down." She flopped back on her back and let the pencil drop into her hand. "Unfortunately he's also dense as a rock most of the time." Alex looked contemplative for a moment, "Risk taking isn't something I'm comfortable with most of the time but I wouldn't be learning if I wasn't pushing my comfort zone."
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Alex laughed again and protested, "Its not really so much a plan as a probability." She wrinkled her nose and fiddled with the hem of her shirt, "I just don't want it to be, like, we go on a date and make out or whatever, and then he comes back and moves on. No matter how emotionally uninvolved I am, that wouldn't feel good. Or, like, he gets attached and I'm just in it for the laughs." Even to Alex, that sounded rediculous. "Okay, maybe not the last."
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Alex joined her in a sitting position and waved her hands in a flapping motion, "Oh, no, I agree. I don't think it counts worrying about Mike in relation to my activities. I don't really take it in to account. I mean, he isn't really even jealous at this point when I do things. I don't intend to just sit around waiting until he pays attention to me as something other than his best friend." She pursed her lips thoughtfully, "I just don't want to end up hurt. I think I'm much more capable of getting emotionally involved with Mark than he is with me. I don't want anyone to end up hurt or anything. Maybe I am overthinking things. I do that sometimes.
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Alex let out a series of giggles at that until she was breathless and wiping tears from her eyes, and glanced up at Erin. "Call him 'practice'? He is cute, isn't he?" As she took her attention off, the pencil dipped madly before she sent it aloft once more, "I dunno. I don't think I'll live up to the expectation, you know? I mean, Mark should date someone who's more his speed. More snappy come-backs and zipping around on rooftops. Not the bookworm."
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"When I graduate, probably." Alex pointed her finger like a gun at the pencil and it popped up in the air, end over end before she 'caught' it again with her tk. She pillowed her head on the other arm, and turned to look at Erin, "Mike's not real likely to join in. He's a little emotionally, ah, stunted. He's not really sorted out what all he feels for me. A side-effect of the minimal socialization we had in the program. I anticpate him catching up in his early twenties." Alex glanced back up at the ceiling and her zooming pencil. "I mean, Mark's probably interested in, like, physical stuff. He's a teenage boy after all, but I don't think he's really wrapped his head around me as a person yet. Boys can be a little... focused on the surface you know?"
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Alex laughed and blushed slightly, "Mark's sweet. He really is, but I don't think he feels anything seriously for me but friendship, you know? And, Mike, well, he's complicated. Maybe a little confused." She flipped over on her back away from the book for a moment and sent her pencil spiraling up in the air, controlled with telekinetic fingers. "I think I'd rather have the flowers."
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"He might if you ask him. He'd never let me borrow his car," Alex said with a grin and a twirl of her pencil as she looked up at Erin, "I think he's closest to you of anyone on the team. I'd give you fifty-fifty odds. Higher if you flirt with him." She glanced back down at her book, looking at the diagrams of all the different turns.
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"Headmaster Summers," Alex replied after a noticible pause, and she glanced up at Erin with a weak smile. "It won't be so bad. Oh, hey, street signs." She burried her head in the book for a few long minutes before she spoke up again, "I don't imagine James will take it, he has his liscence. I didn't see any of the boys signed up either but I suppose there's still a week or so to opt in." Alex fiddled with her pencil tip idly, tapping it in time with her swinging feet on the pages of the book.
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"You know how to make a car go and stop in accordance with a post appocalyptic setting. I doubt that you're any more familiar with all of the traffic laws than I am. For example," She flopped down on her stomach and flipped open to the questions, "If two cars come to a stop sign at the same exact moment, who has right of way?" Alex was wearing, appropriately if eyeblindingly, a yellow long sleeve shirt with black dashes down the arms with her pegged jeans today. Her hair was clipped back with sparkly pink barrets and she kicked her feet in the air idly as she flipped the pages in the book.
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Alex burst into her dorm room, an entirely new load of books clutched in her arms along with what looked like a dvd case or two. As a girl who'd just had her sixteenth birthday, there was one very important class to add to her list. Namely, Driver's Ed. And being the thoughtful friend she was, she'd signed Erin up as well. With a beaming smile she walked over to Erin and dropped the stack of books. "I signed us up for a new class!" The top book, 'Driving, the Law, and You' had a serious looking young man and a frantic parent inside a car on the cover. "Driver's Ed!"
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Taylor reappeared in record time after extracting them from the concerned Chuns although her parents did follow her back to Jack to check on him, and offer sincere regrets about his allergy. Her mother hovered, holding some tupperware of a few of the dishes without garlic while her father shook Jack's hand and said they looked forward to seeing him in the future. "Here, next time we'll do a smaller thing," Mrs. Chun said as she handed him the tupperware. "Its nice having the family all together but you can't even hear yourself think sometimes. You should have seen it when they were all kids. I don't know what we were thinking having five children under the age of ten." Mr. Chun smiled fondly at his wife while Taylor glanced down at the ground. There wasn't a family life in her future, she knew that, but sometimes duty was a cold substitute for the warmth she'd taken for granted as a child. She quietly hugged each parent in turn, and promised to call when they reached her apartment safely.
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Alex let out shriek and bobbed under the water as James dove in. She came up sputtering and laughing as she treaded water towards Mark. "Looks like they've changed the game on you." She wasn't about to race the boys for the ball. Instead she went to hold onto the wall and laugh at her friends' antics, before pulling out to sit on the edge with her legs dangling in the water.
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She stepped away from the wall and in to look up at him with concern, reaching up to touch her fingertips to his forehead. She brushed his bangs back and searched his face with serious brown eyes. He did look dreadfully pale. "We can go. Everyone will completely understand. Between rescuing my sister-in-law and braving my mom's cooking, I've say you made good on the favor and then some." Taylor's lips quirked in a small smile. "Why don't you go sit down and I'll say quick good-byes for us both."
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"It's haitian, not sanskrit, and it isn't writing, they're invocations to inflame emotions. Pictograms." She explained, leaning back against the wall next to the door. She tucked her hands behind her back and crossed her ankles, "Give one to your enemy and watch them destroy each other over petty things. Not very strong but insidious. It's hard to notice because it builds slowly over time along with an emotional addiction that makes the user not want to take it off. Savannah must have gotten it this week." She tilted her head back, closing her eyes, "I'll go take a look at her store this week and make sure this is the only weird thing in there."
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"Of course we have another bathroom. Don't even worry about that," she said, concern sharpening her tone. Taylor was the daughter of two doctors, she knew about Epi-pens and food allergies, "Do you need me to take you to the hospital? I can get one of my folks if you'd like." She leaned against the doorframe, wincing at the truly wretched sounds coming from within. Taylor was going to owe him forever and ever at this rate. "Can I get you anything?"
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Taylor looked as surprised as everyone else in Jack's wake, and her expression of concern was genuine. There was an awkward pause before conversation resumed, with a vengence. Mostly in Cantonese and mostly about Jack. The family was by and large in favor of him, although they wanted to know a great deal more information about him from Tayler. That was her cue. "Excuse me, I should go check on him." She stood up and set her napkin down, quickly leaving the room. Not only did she want to not answer questions, she was concerned about this allergy thing. Walking over to the bathroom where she knocked on the door quietly, "You okay?"
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"Well... okay." Savannah stared at Jack's face, her pretty features still clouded but she was sold. "I trust you with it." Even Taylor had to shake her head to remind herself about the nasty little bracelet in her hand. Really need to stop staring at Avenger like a nitwit. Focus. Evil braclet, remember? She glanced down at the bracelet in question, while Savannah was distracted and weighed her options. Taylor slipped a knife off the table and quickly snapped the strand holding the beads together, hoping that she'd translated the inscription correctly as she deftly resorted the beads and strung them back together under the table cloth. There was a soft pop, like a change in pressure, and Savannah blinked once at Jack as if coming out of a fog. "Good catch, Jack. Thanks." She said softly, slipping the bracelet into her pocket.
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"Hmm?" Taylor turned towards him with a questioning look on her face that in no way made it to her eyes. Her gaze was very intent on the bracelet and she took it with fingertips. Jack could see her brace for the physical contact but no one else at the table seemed to notice. "I think you maybe right." She flipped it over on her palm, running delicate fingertips over the beads writing, "Savannah, can I take this to a professor at school to look at? I think it might be worth quite a bit actually. It's very old. This is an obscure sanskrit dialect. I've seen pictures but never any actual pieces." Taylor flicked glance to Jack's face, silently asking his help in convincing her sister-in-law to part with the piece. Already, Savannah was starting to look a little on edge without the contact. "Oh, I don't know... It can't be that valuable."
