Here it Goes Again (Open)

[Richard McNeil]

“Fuckin' hell.” The tall lanky kid stood in the hall staring at the door in front of him. He had the right room, number 205 just like the slip of paper in his hand said, he was just reluctant to enter. Resigned, he pushed open the door, allowing it to swing open while he dropped his arm limply to his side. He hesitated, looking down to the entrance in front of him like it was the edge of a cliff. With another muttered curse he stepped inside.



Thankfully the living area was empty. He hadn't bothered to listen when the receptionist, councilor, or whoever it was that had shown him around and sent him on up to his room when she started talking about his roommate, or was it plural? Did she talk about more than one? Or was she just going on about other students? If Ricky cared he may have given his ignorance more thought.



Unenthusiastic didn't begin to describe the way he shuffled across the living room, selecting a random bedroom door and shoved it open. A quick look over told him the room hadn't been taken and with a heavy sigh he dropped his dark green duffel bag to the floor officially staking his claim.



It didn't take long for Ricky to make himself at home. He tossed his oversized, gray hoodie on the nearest chair and flopped onto the bed, worn sneakers and all. The shades of his room stayed shut. There was no use in opening them. He knew it was getting late in the day and most of the kids would be getting out of “class” soon. Treat. Grumbling to himself he rolled off the bed and crossed the room to slam the door shut. He didn't really want anyone knowing he lived there. Not yet anyway.

[Summer Adams]

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty, So used up, so let down ,If you feel so angry, Just get up

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Summer, heavily decked out in steampunk, had been in her room rearranging it... again... for the fifth time that day when she heard the keys slide into the front door of the dorm. Must be the nee guy coming in. she thought, for the first time since she had come to Bellefonte she had a roommate.

She ignored her curiosity of the other person to try and get her room the exact way she wanted. Her bed was pushed up under the window, her dresser in the closet so she had more room for her desk and piano. She pushed her  music book case on the west wall with her piano sitting on it's stand next to it. Her desk was against the opposite wall with her book bag hanging off the desk chair, her book case for actual books next to it. 


Once she was satisfied with her placements she pressed the play button on her piano and turned the volume up a little so she could hear it as she went out to the kitchen, listening to the song she wrote to make sure there was nothing she wanted to change. She softly sang the lyrics under her breath as she made herself and her new, hiding, roommate lunch. 


"In the future when we
Have all we'd ever want
We will be looking back

We will be wishing to
Be here again
to this time,
to this place" She tapped her toes to the beat and did a small, strange dance as she cooked, spaghetti, meat sauce, and garlic bread. Once she was finished she noticed that her new roommate still hadn't come out of his/her room so she went to the other three empty rooms was by being creepy (listening to hear movement/breathing/anything at the doors) she knocked on the next occupied room.

"Hey, I'm Summer your new roommate, I made lunch!" she said smiling before practically skipping back to the kitchen to make herself a plate before going into the living room and turning on the TV to watch a scary movie while she ate.

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[Richard McNeil]

“The fuck?” Ricky muttered while sitting up straight in bed at the sound of music drifting in through the other room. Almost reluctantly he swung his legs off the bed and placed his feet on the floor. There he sat for a moment listening to the music and then the movement from the kitchen. Once it seemed apparent his new roommate wasn't making a sandwich he slid off the bed and moved to the door. Placing his ear against it he listened to the clinking of plates and silverware while the unseen person went about putting lunch together.



With a heavy sigh he stepped away from the door. It was time for the cycle to begin anew. Another city another school for “special” people. The knock at the door didn't let him get too deep into his own mind. He took a deep breath and opened the door.



“Hey.” He said, shuffling out into the common area, hands stuffed in his pockets. Even at nineteen, Ricky was tall, standing at well over six feet. His lanky frame was covered in a pair of khaki colored cargo pants and an oversized black t-shirt with “Don't worry, it'll only seem kinky the first time” printed on the front in large, white block letters.



Looking over Summer and then to the kitchen his brow furrowed. “Uh, Ricky.” He said, idly lifting a hand. He'd been taken off guard by the cheeriness of the girl along with the spread she'd made for the both of them. This was certainly not the welcome he was used to getting but it certainly went a long way in dispelling his prejudice toward the place.

[Summer Adams]

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty, So used up, so let down ,If you feel so angry, Just get up

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’Hey.’ She looked up at his voice and smiled. Still smiling her eyes traveled over Ricky’s body checking him out, noticing what his shirt said she covered her mouth and laughed, trying to not spit out the food in her mouth. Quickly she swallowed the food and broke out laughing.

“ ‘Don’t worry, it’ll only seem kinky the first time?’ I like it!” she said laughing. She set her spaghetti down on the coffee table and stood up from the couch. With her standing at 5’6” she was quite a bit shorter than him.

“Whoa! Dude you’re tall!” she said before heading to the kitchenette counter and quickly, neatly making the older boy a plate. “So why did you get brought here? What’s your thing? Does it freak your parents out too? You have any siblings? If so do they have a thing too? And if you think I’m being rude don’t answer me I won’t be offended. My sisters has told me that I need to stop talking and asking so many questions.”

She handed him his plate and a fork then pulled a cup from the cupboards. “What would you like to drink? We got coke, sprite, cranberry juice (hers), chocolate milk, regular milk, aaaaaaand lemonade.” she said opening the fridge door to see.

She turned to the older boy and waited for any kind of answer, before getting him the drink he asked for. “Oh! Do you want to watch a scary movie, comedy, or Doctor Who? That’s pretty much all that’s on at the moment.” she said going back to her spot on the couch and grabbing her plate then setting down, reaching for the remote. She glanced at the boy again before turning her attention to the scary movie currently on the TV.

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[Richard McNeil]

"Oh, yeah." A thin smirk touched Ricky's lips as Summer laughed at his shirt. He often forgot what they said until someone pointed it out. They were off to a good start, though, if she wasn't offended.

He stood there for a moment even after she'd handed him the plate. The observation about his height when unanswered. It wasn't a life choice, after all. Then the barrage of questions came. Ricky was still, watching the girls as she asked just about everything there was to ask about him in just a few seconds. A low sigh escaped as she finished the relentless stream of inquiries.

He shoved back the instinctual hostility that usually followed in these situations. She wasn't the cause for his being here against his will and she was simply trying to be friendly. He couldn't blame her for wanting to know about the young man she'd be sharing a dorm and school with for the time being. That and she'd made food.

"Coke's fine." He said after a long pause and started for the couch. "Alright. I guess it's only fair you get my story. Let me know if I miss anything." He took up a spot on the couch opposite Summer. "I was born in Canada, never knew my parents and I don't know if I have any brothers or sisters. I don't really have a 'thing' like I'm sure most of the people here do. I've just been told I have an... unstable genetic code." His eyes rolled. "Whatever the fuck that means. I've moved around my whole life and got bounced around a few 'gifted' schools before getting tossed here."

Ricky paused a bit to let the brief rundown of his story sink in. The warmth of his plate seeping into his hands brought about a realization. After a quick glance down to the spaghetti he looked to Summer. "Oh, and thanks." He lifted the plate a little before digging in himself.

"What's your gig?" He asked between bites.

[Summer Adams]

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty, So used up, so let down ,If you feel so angry, Just get up

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She smiled softly and nodded as he spoke, about his life. "That sucks, I'm sorry. Maybe you won't have to move again. Bellefonte is a good school, I've been here for a loooooooooong time!"

'Oh, and thanks.' She smiled at him after he finished his story and thanked her for making food. "You're welcome! It's nice to have someone else here in the dorm. It's kinda lonely when I'm here alone." She grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels before stopping on Gabriel Iglesias' special 'Aloha Fluffy'.

'Whats your gig?She turned to him at his question and smiled sadly.

"I'm acoustokinetic. Meaning I can create, change, and control sound. Like I can make others or my own voice(s) deeper, higher, softer, louder, anything." she said, while demonstrating by changing her voice, even changing his own when he talked to that of a chipmunks then back. "Me and my twin sister were sent here by our mother. Mom has issues with people with powers. I was 13 when my powers started and my mom threatened to kick me out. I couldn't control my powers then and it would effect my own voice and others around me, the bad thing is it can hurt someone's throat." she explained before hitting her head. "Is your's ok by the way? usually making a guys voice go that high will make their throats hurt." she said in an apologetic way.

"Anyway! My dad wouldn't let her kick me out, I'm not completely sure what happened between the two of them but he managed to get her to let me stay. She then told me that it would be better for everyone else if I just stayed away from them, she tried to keep me from my twin too, as if she was afraid I would infect her or hurt her. I went completely mute and introverted for almost a year before she forced me to join Bellefonte. It took the teachers here almost 3 months to get me to talk again." she said softly, playing with her food before setting her plate down and standing up to get herself a glass of cranberry juice.

"My sister was sent here a month after me for developing her power. I was 14 when I was sent here, soon I'll be 18 and I haven't seen my parents since they dropped me off. I think my mom isn't letting my dad come to see us, or even send letters." She sat back down and patted the couch next to her and smiled at Ricky. "Sooooooo, what do you want to do after Bellefonte?" she asked, changing the subject. "I want to be a professional singer."

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[Richard McNeil]

"Well, that's fucked up." Ricky responded to Summer's story with his usual muted tone. Her words endeared herself to him more than he would let on, at least for now. What were the odds he'd find another cast away so soon? Maybe in some way they all were, but Ricky had rarely bothered to ask.

"So, you've been here for almost four years?" His brow furrowed some as he tried putting himself in that situation. Four years in one place would probably drive him to the brink of insanity. "Do you ever send your dad letters?"

That was all he could think of to say. He wasn't the best at helping others or being a shoulder to cry on. Not that it seemed as though Summer was looking for that at the moment, but Ricky'd always felt awkward around people in most cases and this was no different. Sure their respective trials growing up made them somewhat kindred spirits and lunch had definitely made a great first impression on the quirky nineteen year old but where did the conversation of from here?

Ricky almost sighed in relief when Summer brought up the prospect of plans after being set free. It was yet another topic to discuss. He fell silent for a moment as he contemplated just exactly what it was he wanted to do when he left. "I really don't know what I'll be doing in a couple weeks." His anti-climactic answer came with a faint shrug.

[Summer Adams]

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty, So used up, so let down ,If you feel so angry, Just get up

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‘ Well, that's fucked up.’ he said in a muted tone making her nod in agreement. “I know and I should probably dislike or even hate my mom but I can't, she was the one who had me do piano lessons when I was younger, making me love music. So I can’t dislike or hate her. I don’t think I love her though.” she said softly playing with her food.



‘So, you’ve been here for almost four years?’ She looked up when he stated this and smirked slightly as if reading his mind. “Yeah I have, my sister 3 years and 11 months. It can be fun but I have to go on all the out of school trips or I’d go crazier than I already am.” she said laughing slightly. “I can remember almost everyone who I’ve met here and that had to transfer or graduated and never came back. I don’t really like it. I had a lot of friends in the graduating class but they’ve scattered across the country.” She sighed and looked up at the cealing and started counting the spots on it, she got to 43 when Ricky asked: ‘Do you ever send your dad letters?’



“Yeah I do, sometimes they come back, I think my mom gets the mail on those days, and sometimes they never come back so I believe my dad got the mail before my mom could. But I never, no matter what get a response.” She smiled sadly but with hope that her dad was getting her letter, she hoped that her mother hadn’t corrupted him into hating her and her sister yet. She started counting again to get her mind off her parents.



44…45…46…47…48… … … 59…60…61…



‘I really don’t know what I’ll be doing in a couple weeks.’ She laughed slightly at his anti-climactic answer. “Oh well I don’t think my sister has an idea of what she wants to do either. I just really want to be a professional singer. With my power I’d be able to touch so many hearts; I’d be able to show that mutants aren’t as bad as some normal people think. They we aren’t a disease. I want to show normal people that even though we’re the next step in the evolutionary chain we’re still part of the same species that we’re still human, just more evolved.” she muttered softly still counting, 103…104…105… Before she got bored and turned her attention back to the TV and her food.



“Soooooo, since we know our histories… how about we play 20 questions? To get to know each other? I ask a question then you do then it’s back to me. It can be about anything about me or my life, just like my questions will be about anything about you and your life. You can skip questions if they seem too personal or too annoying but in the end 20 questions either have to be asked by each of us or 20 questions have to be answered by each of us.” she said trying to think up of some way to get to know her new roommate.

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[Richard McNeil]

Ricky listened quietly to his new (temporary) roommate's replies. As messed up as it felt, he actually was relieved she apparently had issues. They'd get along just fine them because he was action packed with issues himself. At least that's what his last psychiatrist had said before resigning. Oh, well. What can you do?

"I dunno if anyone'll listen." He said once Summer had divulged her desires to spread awareness and help those of their kind. He wasn't really into all that flag waving, hippy stuff but if she was, hey, at least she had the right idea. "But someone's got to try, right?" He offered a half-hearted smile. The cynic within wouldn't allow him to fully commit to the concept of "regular" people ever accepting whatever he and Summer were but if there were to be any change, someone like her would have to step up and take initiative.

His nose scrunched up as if he'd smelled something bad when she mentioned the whole '20 questions' thing. That really wasn't an appealing idea. Although he did have another one he found far more interesting.

"We could do that." He said nodding his head some. "But there's something I've been meaning to do since I toured this place last week." He went to get up and move toward the kitchen to offload his plate. "You wanna cut out and run into town? I've gotta pick something up."

[Summer Adams]

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty, So used up, so let down ,If you feel so angry, Just get up

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'I dunno if anyone will listen.' She looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes as if to say I dare you to say more, when he said: 'But someone's got to try, right?' making her smile. "Yeah! Someone has to." she said repeating him. "Or no one will."


I just want to be able to say that I was able to change someone's mind about mutants. Hopefully huge crowds of people! she thought as she watched his face when she suggested 20 questions. He scrunched up his nose as if he smelled something rank making her chuckle. 


"Don't like to answer questions bout yourself?" she asked still chuckling. She stood up and went into the kitchen to pack away the left overs from lunch. Maybe this will be lunch again, oooor a midnight snack for someone. she thought putting the containers filled with spaghetti and garlic bread in the fridge. 


'We could do that.' She raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded to himself. 'But there's something I've been meaning to do since I toured this place last week.' Summer's eyebrow raised higher in her confusion at what he'd want to do. 'You wanna cut out and run into town? I've got to pick something up.' What does he need in town? she thought before nodding very quickly. Oh well! It will get me out of school! 


"Yeah let me go get my shoes on and grab my bag." she said before washing her hands and putting her plate in the sink to do later and heading into her bedroom. She grabbed a pair of brown shoes with metal and gear heels to match her steampunk outfit she was wearing and slid them on her feet. Don't know how long we'll be gone, good thing I'm used to being in heels and can walk around in them for hours! she thought before grabbing her bag off her desk.

Her bag was 3 inches wide, 5 inches tall, with 3 safety pins on the strap and 11 buttons on the front flap. Her favorite button was red and read; Cancel my subscription because I don't need your issues. with her I have a ZOMBIE survival plan do you? running in a close second. she left her room and walked over next to Ricky standing now at 5'10" with her heels adding 4 inches. "Ready whenever you are!" she said with a happy smile on her face.

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[Richard McNeil]

Ricky seemed a touch indifferent at the accusation he didn't like to discuss himself.  It was true, he really didn't, but saying as much was rarely received well these days.  It was almost as if NOT wanting to talk about oneself and legitimately being more interested in other people was some terrible trait to have.  Ricky just assumed it meant most people didn't like to be around someone who wasn't an open book.  Like it made them nervous or something.

The young man's expression did brighten considerably, though, when his new roommate agreed to follow along on his little excursion into town.  He stood waiting by the door until she returned with her bag and headed out.  Ricky moved quickly when he was on a mission.  The enthusiasm he showed far exceeded that of his being moved to a new place and it looked like he had to force himself to keep from taking off in a dead sprint down the hallway.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."  He finally confessed out of nowhere as the two youths made their way out of the dorm and into the open.  "I don't like getting a lot of questions about myself.  Mostly because I don't have many answers."  All he could do was offer a brief, almost sheepish shrug as he trudged his way toward the edge of the Academy's property.