And on the third day... (William/open)

[Samantha]

(OOC: William first then, if it's cool with him, anyone else, I thought it'd be fun to leave it open but its up to you )

Samantha was sitting by herself, a pad of paper in her hand, she was now constructing, in the process of drawing from the unlimited. it was a zone she entered while in incredibly deep thought. her life situation in this new city was solidifying, she was finding her muse and doing what she did best. strategizing. she wrote a few things down absentmindedly, information in ways she would only understand. names mostly. Blondy, Mr. Z, The irishmen, lackey. she began drawing arrows as the nicknames for the people who she had met over the last three days began to reveal their ties to eachother. she had some basic framework, but she needed to know more... much much more, and if Mr. Z wasn't sure of his numbers than clearly she would need to find solid numbers of her own. she smiled to herself, her chestnut brown hair would obscure that though with her head buried into the notepad.

she started writing a few things she would need. a map of the school, a list of faculty, possibly the records of the faculty, just to see whom was for or against fighting. but then that was false. if a record said they had physically punished a student that doesn't mean that they're for fighting, Mr. Z had himself punched out a student right in front of samantha the first day they had met, of course he had good reason; the boy having attacked him. still his feelings remain aligned toward nonviolence. a curiosity indeed.

her emerald green eyes came up, scanning over the top of her notebook, her pencil came to her mouth though she didn't chew on it. she was observing the populace, the best way to get to know them was to get involved in them, perhaps start a club, or something. even easier would just be to go and be social. Samantha had her reasons not to, yet. of course her encounters so far had gone well, she did not refuse the chance, she simply didn't seek it yet.

she leaned against the tree behind her, planted behind the small stone wall she sat on. she smiled again and looked back down at her paper, she was on to something...

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Samantha put down her pencil pad and yawned, she had just spent half the lunch period thinking about nothing. these things happen, but it was a waste of precious time to continue and think of nothing. she got up quickly, grabbing her notepad as she got up, though, clumsy as always she dropped it. fml. crowded hallways, not her friend. the notepad was lost beneath a hundred feet in an instant. she ventured forward, she HAD to find that notepad

[William Price]

*Bump*

*Bump*

*Bump*

He was still getting used to people, being raised otherwise in the Borneo didn't grant him much the pleasure of so many 'Smiling' faces for him to work with, neigh all the shoulders to contrast with as well. Dressed in little more than a brown tank top and a pair of plaid shorts William made his way through the hallways of PHS 259.

His first day in school had quite possibly been the most stressful of his life. Never had he been made to contort to such a resilient set of rules, much less make a constant fool of himself by standing in front of the class to present menial details of organization, preparation, and showmanship irregardless of their actual intellectual worth to prove himself a a pillar of attentiveness in the class.

Again much the same as he'd done in meeting a few other people prior, he felt stupid.

*Bump*

It was the final straw of sorts, taking his feet and planting them in the ground. *Bang* There'd be a wide fissure of light streaking into the room before forcing his body to glow with a golden resilience. People would part either by the shock of the bang or purity of the light burning their eyes. Shortly after the brightness would fade and William would stand alone in the fray of others.

ooc: The final bump would be Will contacting shoulders (or any body part at level height with him as she'd probably looking downwards) with Sam

[Samantha]

Samantha's eyes where glued to the floor, scanning for any sign of her notepad. pushing her way through the throngs of people proved a somewhat difficult task for the small young girl, inevitably she ran into someone bigger than her, much bigger than her. he looked completely outraged, frustrated, upset, or for lack of a better term, pissed off. suddenly he went aglow, the light was blinding for a moment and she backed up a few steps. in the clearing was the boy, and naturally, her notebook a few steps beside him. She walked forward, reaching down and picking up her notebook, she looked at the boy, his aura wasn't that of someone who really was searching for a fight, and the light that had shown from him seemed more like a momentary lapse in his control over his power. She had seen a few QI's at her last school, she had yet to discover or rather fully understand her own, but it was still a new and interesting thing to her as her knowledge was quite limited.

"That was a cool lightshow, nifty Qi you've got" she said casually addressing him, almost as if nothing had happened, she didn't know if he was feeling talkative but he looked like he could use a friend or something. she walked up, picking up her notebook she smiled at him "So what's your name?"