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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 1, 2012 11:45:42 GMT -5
Monroe was grateful that the library was abandoned. He had plucked a random book off of the shelf from the social sciences section and began to read it. His iPod was on the table next to him, headphones in his ears. Metal music blasted through his headphones, but no matter how loud it was, he still found that his eyelids were droopy and his mind cloudy with fatigue. He'd spent nights awake in the dorm alreadly, trying not to fall into the dreams of his roommates. Fighting it was possible, but it took a lot of energy out of him.
Eventually, he collapsed on the book, head on the open pages as he slept with music still blasting through his headphones. It was nice to finally sleep and hopefully have dreams that were his own. He hadn't figured out the distance yet, but people had to be nearby for him to fall into their dreams and he hoped it stayed that way.
He jolted awake at one point and took out his headphones, eyes glancing at the clock on the wall before him. 1:46 a.m. He groaned and shut the book, putting his head down on the table again. Maybe he could move his bed in here, this wasn't the most comfortable. Although he doubted anyone would go for that. Why couldn't he have his own dorm room? He would have to talk to the headmaster about it so his ability would be accomodated.
He thought he heard something, the creak of the door opening.
Damnit.
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 1, 2012 14:55:07 GMT -5
It was late, but Eloise had taken a long nap during the day to escape the thoughts around her, and now she was wide awake. Not wanting to disturb her roommates, she headed out into the halls of the school, hoping that nobody would bust her for being out past curfew when she just planned on spending time in the library.
She trudged down the hallway toward the large double doors, wishing she had put on socks due to the cold of the tile flooring, but the library was carpeted so she didn't mind too much just yet. She tucked her hands inside the long sleeve t shirt she put on as pajamas and opened the door, avoiding the cold of the metal handles.
Eloise loved the nighttime. It was the only time she didn't have to put up with other people's thoughts. Every now and then one would wander awake, but for the most part Eloise was at peace. Tonight though, there was one voice which jolted alive as she stepped into the library. She wondered who could possibly be up at this hour studying, but then she realized they were thinking about moving their bed into the library or getting their own room.
She walked inside, and looked around, pushing a few of her messy blonde curls away from her face. In the back corner of the library, there was a figure sitting slouched over a book. Normally, Eloise would just leave them be, and not question their presence. However, his thoughts intrigued her. It didn't take long for her to determine he was a dream walker, which explained why he was awake and in the library. She knew the burden of knowing what others see.
"Are you alright?"she asked as she approached him. Ella wasn't sure why she chose those words. There were a thousand other things she could have said or ask. But his thoughts were distressed, and she wanted to know what dream walking was, exactly. Usually Ella wouldn't dream of helping a stranger, especially once she learns their thoughts are contradictory, immoral, or impure. But this was a special case, and he was the only other voice in her head at nearly 2 am.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 1, 2012 21:35:23 GMT -5
Great, someone else was in the library. Who was crazy enough to study at 2 a.m.? Hopefully they wouldn't be sleeping. As long as they didn't fall asleep he was in the clear. Groggily, he looked up, rubbing his eyes as a figure came into view before him. It was a girl with blonde curly hair.
Monroe raised an eyebrow at her question at first. Was he alright? How was he supposed to answer that? He was over-tired and sick of his ability, but other than that, he was fine. He nodded at her. "Yeah, I'm fine," he told her, mostly to avoid any other questions. "Just studying, you know. Didn't think anybody else would come to the library at two in the morning. Guess I was wrong."
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 1, 2012 21:40:22 GMT -5
"I like the quiet," Eloise explained vaguely to the boys comment, wanting to tell him she had no intentions of sleeping there, but not wanting to reveal herself as a telepath either. She didn't want him to freak out. That was always the worst possible thing anybody could do - decide they didn't like El because she could literally see right through them.
She could tell she wasn't really wanted. "I can leave if you want," she said, knowing that the boy was bothered by her presence. "I didn't exactly expect to find anybody here either." She shrugged, and look at the spines of the books along the shelves near where the boy was sitting. If he asked her to leave, she would, but she was at least going to take a book with her. She was disapointed to find herself in the social sciences section. She hated social sciences because usually they were a bunch a bullcrap. She knew well how much people lied and it was sickening.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 1, 2012 21:56:23 GMT -5
"Ah, I see. Well, it is quiet at 2 in the morning in the library. Don't let me stop you from enjoying your solitude. I know I'm enjoying mine," Monroe told the girl, looking back down at the book in front of him. "I'm not the almighty ruler of the library. I'm not one to kick you out." The words on the page started blurring together. Damn, he was way too tired for this. He shut the book and looked back up at the girl.
No book on dreams was going to explain things to him anyway. This was his ability, his burden. "Don't mind me," he told her, pushing the book out of the way and heaving his black backpack onto the table to rest his head on it. There, that was more comfortable.
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 1, 2012 22:12:17 GMT -5
Eloise shifted over to the fiction section, but kept her eyes on the guy. Of course she knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly what he was thinking. He was the only clear voice in her head. Any other thoughts were fuzzy and far off. He hadn't gotten real sleep in quite a while and was exhausted, so she should probably just leave him alone. She picked a book off the shelf at random and went to sit in the corner of the library and read, but she couldn't focus on it with the boys thoughts scrambling in her mind. She also didn't want to put up her mental block for one person. That was a lot of energy for just one voice. She sighed, and got up to put the book back.
She looked over at the guy again and said, "You know, beds are generally more comfortable than backpacks on library tables." She felt bad from maybe walking him up a little more than he already was, but his thoughts proved he was at least mostly conscious. And Eloise knew why he was trying to sleep there, but she wanted to hear his explanation in words not thoughts.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 1, 2012 23:19:33 GMT -5
Monroe watched the girl cross the library and shrugged, collapsing forward onto his backpack and trying to get comfortable enough, closing his eyes. He'd been lying there for a few minutes, trying to fall into sleep again, when she spoke. It didn't matter that she had anyway, he couldn't sleep for he felt her gaze on him. "Yeah, yeah. Survey says," he mumbled into his backpack. "You could say I'm not one for practical things like that, such as sleeping in beds." His tone was sort of sarcastic and joking and he sounded restless, which he knew he was. Sleep had just been something that was impossible to come by. He'd gotten used to it, but he didn't like it.
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 1, 2012 23:48:00 GMT -5
Eloise laughed and walked toward him, his sense of humor was similar to hers. She liked that. Only people who could deal with sarcasm were worth her time. "Sometimes I feel the same way," she admitted, "but it's probably for different reasons." It was definitely different reasons. Eloise simply preferred it that way. For Monroe, it was simply how it was. "What's your name?" she asked. Monroe. She answered in her head.
Pulling peoples names from their thoughts was hard sometimes, but she became very good at digging a little deeper in the mind and figuring it out. A persons name was always in there somewhere. Eloise didn't often go and LOOK for things in people's minds, but names were easy targets and she didn't feel as if digging for a name was too evasive.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 2, 2012 20:39:16 GMT -5
"What are your reasons?" Monroe asked, not because he was really curious, but because he was just searching for something to say. "Practical things are for people who don't go to special schools like this because they have some weird-ass power that takes over their lives. That's how I see it anyway." He shrugged, propping his head up on his hand.
"Monroe," he answered, stifling a yawn. He never introduced himself as Thomas. He'd never felt like a Thomas, even though it was his first name. He much preferred his middle name and had gone by it for as long as he could remember. "And I can't sleep with you staring at me, just so you know." But he didn't mean it rudely. He smirked in her direction, showing that. He was sure he wouldn't sleep much or very long anyway.
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 2, 2012 20:52:04 GMT -5
"I know..." Eloise said simply. "But you probably wouldn't sleep anyway so..." She knew this to be true. And she wrinkled her nose when she realized his name WASN'T Monroe. It was Thomas. His middle name was Monroe. It was only now that she realized this and wondered why.
"My name is Eloise," she said simply. "And practicality doesn't exist." She shrugged, "At least not in my world. Most of everything I experience is found to be a lie or some sort of twisted truth. So there's no point in believing anything is 'practical' or 'normal'" She pushed her hair back out of her face. "Practicality is all in the mind," she said, her eyes glistening a little at her own joke about being telepathic.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 2, 2012 20:56:54 GMT -5
"You're right," Monroe admitted, giving up on sleeping and leaning back in his chair to study the blonde girl before him. "I wouldn't sleep. Sleep is for the weak." And caffeine is for dreamwalkers, he thought. Which he was beginning to believe. He'd developed such a taste for coffee since his powers set in that he relied on it. It wasn't something he liked to admit, but he was a hopeless caffeine addict.
"Okay, Eloise," he said, looking up at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Maybe it was just because of the time it was, but he was having trouble following her statement. "You have one negative outlook." Although he could see where she was coming from. What people did wasn't always practical, in fact, it hardly ever was.
And what they dreamed about was even further from practical...unconscious desires coming to life and sometimes the dreams didn't even make the least bit of sense. Still, he hated feeling like he was intruding on others, when he kept his life so private.
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 2, 2012 21:38:56 GMT -5
Eloise laughed, and Monroe probably thought it was for the sleep is for the weak comment, but in reality she found his thought about caffeine much more humorous. She sat down across from him and then kicked her feet up upon the adjacent chair. "Well Monroe," Eloise said putting a bit of emphasis on his name due to her interest in why he preferred it, "I'm not known to be the most positive person in the world."
Eloise sighed and looked out one of the windows. "Sometimes... well... most of the times I just wish I knew a hell of a lot less than I did. You know what I mean?" she asked him, narrowing her eyes. "I wish I was normal. These powers... they're just a nuisance. They say we're supposed to feel privileged, but its hard to really believe that when they keep interfering with everyday life and your ability to function as a human being."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 2, 2012 21:47:50 GMT -5
Monroe couldn't even put energy into laughing at this point, so he just gave Eloise a strange look as she sat down. "So what you're saying is that you're a pessimist," he stated, although it could have been a question, but he agreed with what she was saying about powers being more of a nuisance than anything. He felt the same way. Was it too much to ask to get some sleep or have some dreams that were his own? At times, his power could be amusing, but really, he loathed it and wished it would take a vacation, for good.
"I know what you mean," he agreed, nodding at her. "I don't know how I'm expected to function at a school in general even if it is a special school for those with powers." He realized they were both beating around the bush, not exactly divulging with the powers they had, but from what Eloise was saying, Monroe could put things together. "Telepath?" he asked. Was that the correct term? If she knew things that she wish she didn't, she must have some insight to others just as he did. Although hearing someone's thoughts and seeing their dreams were very different. "Man I'd hate to hear the thoughts of a bunch of hormonal teenagers with powers on top of it all." It was half a joke.
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Post by emilybuj on Oct 2, 2012 22:05:34 GMT -5
Eloise only nodded. It was a response to the pessimist comment, and the telepath comment. All at once. "Dream walker." she said with confidence in reference to him. "I know it's not the same power but it's kinda nice to know somebody has some idea of how it feels. That's kind of why I decided to bother you. I can leave now if you want though," she offered. Just because she was a pessimist didn't mean she wasn't a genuinely nice person who didn't want to intrude on a stranger's sleep (or lack there of). She was simply intrigued. "I know it's probably awkward knowing I can hear everything you think. Most people think staying away from me helps," she laughed at her own comment.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Oct 2, 2012 22:12:43 GMT -5
"A pessimistic telepath..." Monroe trailed off. "Well, I guess those do go hand in hand." Although a lot of people would be glad to peak in on people's thoughts. They'd find it fun, but perhaps it was the thought of the power that was intriguing, but once you actually had it, you became sick of others' thoughts very quickly.
He nodded at her statement of what his power was. "Unfortunately, but you knew that before you even came over to me. You even knew my name, but you still asked. By the way, my actual name is to never be spoken. Got that?" He was serious, but smirked anyway. "And you'd be more bothersome if you were asleep in the library having some insane nightmare or steamy fantasy that I don't wish to be apart of." He'd seen it all.
"I don't exactly like the idea of someone hearing every single one of my thoughts, but what am I supposed to do about it? I understand all too well anyway. Do you know how many times I get told 'You were in my dream last night.' Like, normally it's some freaky pick up line, but people genuinely hate my power, although I can't say I don't blame them."
This was probably the most he'd talked in a while and he sighed, leaning back and propping his feet up on the chair across from him, his chunky combat boots making noise as he settled in.
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