Practice Room

[Derek Tamin]

The practice room where one can safely practice manipulation without blowing out a wall or two.

[Derek Tamin]

Derek quickly entered the room, smacking the doors open. He was frustrated by the fact he couldn't figure anything more about the incident. His mind was at a dead end.

Derek then looked up, surprised at the room he was in. The room was completely empty, and the walls were solid stone. The ceiling seemed to be 3 stories tall, though it felt much higher. This must be the practice room he heard about when joining.

He couldn't sleep. Not after that. He had to get better. Derek closed the doors behind him, and entered the center of the room. Calming himself down, he focused. Sparks started to sizzle around his arms. No more worrying about whether he'd break something or cause commotion like he did before he came to the school. Now it was time to let loose.

[Derek Tamin]

Nearly 2 hours later, Derek fell to his knees. He was exhausted.

Apart from the usual sparks that came across when he was frustrated, a moment of anger gave way to small beam when Derek punched the air. Derek was surprised at the newfound power, but instantly fell. It exhausted him, and he felt like it was forced more than anything. It left a good scorch mark on the wall though.

Tired, Derek dragged himself out of the practice room and into the commons.

[Derek Tamin]

Derek entered with a frown on his face, he couldn't find anyone he wanted to take out to the city, let alone anyone that knew how to get to the city. Seeing the manipulation room empty, he figured most people were eating dinner at the moment.

This gave him a good chance to experiment with his powers.

Looking down at his hands, Derek closed his eyes and concentrated. Bringing up the image of Tari in his mind, as much as he could remember from last night, he tried to let his power course through him. Five minutes passed, and nothing.

Pissed off, sparks arced over hands. Why couldn't he control his powers? Derek paced in a circle, thinking about the events of last night. What was the catalyst? What made him tick? Soon enough his thoughts passed to the freshman in the hallway he had seen, Max. All he could remember is him acting strangely around Tari. Trying to reach into the memory proved futile. Regardless, he thought back to Max. Something made him angry about him, he wasn't sure why.

Subconsciously he raised his palm toward the wall, and thought about punching him in the face. Then suddenly an large blast emitted from his palm, and bounced off the wall hitting Derek in the chest. Derek flew back and smacked the wall, falling on the ground.

Well that was interesting, his thoughts trailed, before he passed out on the floor.

[oliviaflowers]

Olivia was wandering the school, and had the bright idea to visit the other halls. She soon found a doorway into Houdini, and it took all of her effort to push it open.

On entering the room she noticed a lone boy passed out on the floor. Curious, she walked over, and tried to turn him over with his foot. He was young, older than her, only by a little. Sighing, she tried looking around for anybody to help.

Sheesh. Do I really have to carry some random boy to the infirmary? Frowning, she tugged on his foot, and dragged him to the infirmary.

[emma]

Sofi pushed open the door softly. The empty room looked welcoming and she needed to practice. She needed everything to be under control, and having been so emotional the last few days; she didn't trust herself.

Ice? It was easy. She could feel the chill seep through her as she let it out, forming a crystal in her hand. Her body temperature lowered, her senses alive and buzzing.

Fire? Pissed her off. It was hard. She disliked the feeling, it was like having a fever on a hot day. Distasteful. Flames only flickered in the palm of her hand. Dancing, but quickly disappearing. Pale fingers clenched into a fist, the flames were extinguished. The one thing about her she'd never been able to smooth over, the one gamble. The one chance to lose.

[Joni Barker]

"Practice room, practice room, where are thou practice room?" Joni questioned as she moved through the corridors of the Houdini Hall. She had heard about a practice room from some of the people in her classes, all of which she finished for the day, and was curious to find it. If anyone needed to practice with their powers, it was definitely Joni. Oh sure, the thought of having air manipulation and sound manipulation seemed like an easy walk in the park, but sure as Hell was hot, they weren't as easy to control as it seemed. One wrong move, and she could accidentally knock the air out of someone's lungs. With one wrong pitch, she could blow someone's head off with a mere high pitched sound. That definitely wasn't something Joni wanted on her mind - or more importantly, record - for the rest of her life. Not at all.

Soon though, she came up on the room, it's heavy gold, and bold lettering catching her attention. "Oh, you fancy, huh?" she asked, a grin plastered across her face. One of her favorite lines from one of her favorite songs was the only way to go in a situation like this. Pushing the double doors open, she walked through slowly, looking around as she did. The first thing that caught her attention was the way the doors closed behind her. BOOM! One side of the door closed loudly, causing her to almost jump out of her clothes. BOOM! And then the other, the same reaction being pulled out of her. "Heavy stuff." she retorted quietly. The next thing that caught her eye was the solid stone walls, and how big the room was. Nothing else adorned it. Just four, blank, solid walls, and nothing more. Perfect.

Reaching into the duffle bag she brought along with her, Joni took out a set of 6 glass cups, and a pair of heavy duty ear muffs. She would need them soon. After pulling her bag into the corner of the room, she fastened the ear muffs over her ears tightly, and firmly. To test them, she let out a high pitched scream, amplifying it with her sound manipulation. It could be compared to a sonic scream of some sorts, and it would be enough to cause the ears to bleed, or even worse, blow someone's head off... which is why Joni wore the heavy duty ear muffs. She couldn't hear a thing. Not even her own shallow breathing as she took her stance in the middle of the room, her gaze focused on the straight line of glasses infront of her. With another deep breath, one she still could not hear, she raised her hands in front of her as she began.

The glass cups began to move around slowly in a circle, one following the other like a line of silk worms following their blind leader. She manipulated the air around the cups, making a whirl wind of sorts. Soon, it grew larger, and faster, and wilder, the cups rising up in the air with a 'woosh!'ing sound. It was as if their was a tornado in the giant room, whipping Joni's brown curls back, her eyes half lidded. Then, as she kept them whirling 'round and 'round, she produced a sudden ear splitting noise, causing the glass cups to shatter into thousands upon millions of pieces. Alright, she thought, watching as the pieces continued to swirl rapidly, almost dangerously in the air. Time for the moment of truth, Barker. With her heart pounding in her ears, she pushed the air around the pieces of sharp, broken, deadly glass, and sent them on a straight path - a straight path towards her.

Quickly, and without a seconds thought, she used the power of her hands and mind, creating an air bubble around her, the pieces hitting it with a 'thunk!' before dropping to the ground with a clatter. All but one piece fell to the ground. The one piece that didn't fall zoomed past her arm, and sliced into the fabric of her shirt. "Ah!" she gasped, dropping the shield to tend to her arm. Though it was long sleeved, the small slither of glass managed to slice into her arm pretty well. Placing her hand across the cut, she winced and applied pressure as she looked around for the piece that did the damage. There it was, across the room, dotted with the crimson liquid that was her blood. A small smirk played across her face as she turned and walked towards it, hovering over it for the slightest of seconds before picking it up in her hand. "You almost killed me with your little friends," she whispered to the piece of glass as if it were something to hate. "But guess who won? That's right-" She brought the piece of glass up to her face. "-Me."

With one last smirk, Joni pocketed the piece of blooded up glass as a sign of victory. She would be placing it up on one of her shelves in her room later, but first, she had to clean up her mess. Can't have someone slipping, and cutting themselves on glass now, can we? Letting her arm go slowly, she grabbed the dustpan and brush out of her duffle bag - she was one prepared cookie - and began to sweep up the pieces carefully, as to not cut herself anymore than she already did. When that was finished, she took off the heavy duty ear muffs and placed them back in her duffle bag. Slinging it over her shoulder with a slight wince, she opened the doors, trashing the shards of glass in the trashcan on the outside before letting the doors close behind her. With one last look and grin, she pivoted on her heels and moved down the halls, the intention of heading to her dorm in her mind.