[Socks]

Originally Posted by Pluto

a 16-year-old pale skinned girl by the name of Bree was currently enjoying the courtyards flowers as she walked on through but she stopped to notice one of the fellow students, Warren. She was always kinda jealous of his power, it was beautiful in a way but she didn't want the side effect ....she was happy with her own. She pulled up the hood of her Amber brown sweatshirt as she walked towards him, She was getting bored being by herself. Her ice blue orbs flicked up and down as she looked at him why is he taking so many pictures? "hey Warren. How you been?" she asked as she gave him a small smile. In her hands she held her sketchbook and a pencil, she always carried it around with her even in class when she wasn't supposed to have it. What was her ability? Her ability was to be able to make her drawings come to life. It's a really useful power to her, she can create as many creatures as she wanted and make them fight in battle with her. The downside is though .....it takes her own blood to be able to do so.......yeah....but only when she chooses to activate her ability. Any other time she can use a regular pencil and just draw. That's the main reason she was so pale. But she didn't mind "may I sit with you?" she asked once more.

The teenager stopped taking pictures only when he heard the other's voice, plucking out the final photograph before looking up to see who spoke. He stared up at the girl, blinking slowly before it clicked in his brain, it wasn't that he was rude and didn't remember her, he just always needed a second when thinking of anything. "I'm doing good, kinda out of breath." He hadn't really expected anyone else to be out here, usually it was quiet and pretty empty, one of the reasons he loved taking pictures here. He liked to make things based off of uninterrupted nature, which isn't something anyone can really observe, but this was good enough. He would much rather prefer to sit in the woods and just snap pictures for hours. He had a very expensive hobby. "Oh-- yeah, you can sit." He hurriedly grabbed his laid out pictures, some already developed, and stacked them by his feet. "H-how have you been?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering, but sometimes his lack of energy got him shakey. Crystals appeared on the ground around his photographs, because he had been touching the ground when the slight embarrassment of stuttering came on.