So Give Them Blood;; [Margaret]

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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Massy has always been a fan of libraries, really. She used to go to the big public library in her home town when she was in middle school to do homework, despite the fact that she had a nice, clean, sturdy desk at home. It collected quite a bit of dust. But the library was so much more intriguing. She could do her homework in the quiet company of one thousand books, each with its own traveling history. And when she finished her homework, she would never go directly home. She always stayed and waited until the absolute last second before it closed so she could observe the other people. She had always found the atmosphere in the room very tense, and would occasionally consider taking liberties with her power to calm everyone down. She didn't, of course. She was sure the guilt would have eaten her alive. She knew that people could sometimes sense her messing with their emotions, tugging at the edges of them. She couldn't stand the thought.

Here, at this new school, the library was much different. It wasn't as big, but it was fancier. She wondered about how many books were in there, and what sort, and if they had the same books that had been in the library back home. She decided that they must not, because this island seemed to her like an entirely different universe on which people like herself gathered to be mutually strange together. She was still getting used to it.

Currently, she set down her binder on an empty table and dropped her book bag by her feet, pulling a chair out so she could take a seat. She pulled her legs up to sit Indian-style on the chair and flipped through her work. There was nothing that required research yet, she noted sadly. Massy liked research. She really enjoyed books, because she could be close to people without all of the tension of actually communicating with them.

Massy rummaged in her bag for a pen and got to work on her poetry assignment. She didn't particularly like poetry. She thought it was a bit of a waste of time, but she supposed if it was important enough to make it onto the curriculum, then she might as well get it over with.

School work is such a bother.

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[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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Margaret sauntered into the library with her hair pinned up high like a ballerina's. Her chin dug into her circle scarf as she searched their history section for a book that would help her at all with her power. Her SAC didn't seem to help that much. Sure, she learned how to control the impulses, but she still occasionally can do it. Now, she was getting extremely curios about her power and all the things she was capable with it. Although she never planned on using her power on anyone else, Margaret wondered if she could use it to help the betterment of mankind ... like become an asset to the government or something. That would help someone out, right? And she wondered if she had to posses people only within her eye sioght. Perhaps she could train enough to possess anyone around the world. That's why she came to the library ... for some guidance or some answers to what she can do.

However, when she arrived, there seemed to be few books. Of course, not everyone is going to write about the supernatural like it was something that existed. People didn't know about these powers until recently. Margaret tucked in three books that might be helpful in her arm and marched over to a table with only one other occupant. She seemed ... young. And small. A freshman for sure. But Margaret was on a mission and put her books down and made herself comfortable before saying hello.

"Hey." she smiled as she undid her scarf and rested it on the table. The chair made a little noise as she scooted it forward. "I'm Margaret."

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[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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Massy felt her fingers beginning to cramp at a certain point and her back was aching from leaning over the table. She took a deep breath and leaned back, the flexible muscles in her torso screaming in agony. She would need to work out soon or something. It had been a while. She was out of shape. She hadn't gained weight or anything, but she wasn't as agile as she used to be. That fact was really depressing for the young dancer; she took pride in her physical abilities.

She cracked her knuckles and rolled her head back and forth twice, reaching back to knead the warm flesh at the back of her neck. Massy was determined to make perfect grades at this school. She needed somewhere to exert her energy, after all, since dance class had been taken from her. Back home, her grades had been lacking because she spent the majority of her time neglecting her studies in favor of practice or reading.

Just as she was getting back to work, a distraction in the form of another student who looked a few years older than her showed up with a smile and a cheerful greeting. Massy choked down the social anxiety that made her want to come up with an excuse and immediately leave the room and smiled back, tense and unsure. "Hi. I'm Maslynn. But, uh, people call me Massy." Massy supposed it would have been much simpler just to introduce herself as Massy to begin with, but she had never really figured out the etiquette concerning those things.

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[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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A huge smile etched its way onto Margaret's face. "Nice to meet you Massy." she replied, adding extra emphasis on her nickname. "Boy, aren't you cute!" Margaret laughed softly before flipping open the first large book on supernatural powers. The number of pages and the different categories made her head spin. How could anyone read this? She ran through the table of contents, that lasted over twenty pages. Great ... where is the one where you can posses people again? Right, the book wouldn't give that up that easily. You actually had to read. The book seemed to taunt Margaret.

And in retaliation, Margaret looked up from her book, marked where she was reading and asked Massy, "What are you studying?" It was rather blunt, and Margaret would much rather talk then actually have to go through the book. But it occurred to her that Masslynn had come to the library to study, not to chit-chat. "Actually, you go ahead and continue studying ... I'll leave you a lone now." she wheezed, as she looked toward the window.

It wasn't that Margaret didn't like reading. She liked reading as much as the next person, but when the book wasn't straightforward, like she was, she often didn't have the patience to wait around and look for it. You could say she's impatient, but she'd much rather describe herself as outspoken.

Life was too valuable to Margaret to beat around the bush. To her, you had to grab life by the reins and tame it to do your bidding, no questions asked. However, many people would argue that Margaret was just plain rude. She couldn't help it, she just liked herself a lot, and knew what she wanted out of life. If anything, she'd call herself driven and motivated to excel life.

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[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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"Oh, uh, thanks," Massy muttered, her cheeks going a bright shade of pink. After she thought about it, she thought that Margaret might have been making fun of her, and her blush deepened. She cleared her throat and bent down over her work, letting her hair fall forward to hide it the best she could while she pretended to do some more work, even though she was entirely too uncomfortable to focus on anything.

The other girl spoke again, and Massy was about to answer when she said she would leave Massy alone. The younger blonde smiled slightly, feeling quite a bit more at ease with Margaret now. She thought that it showed a more polite attitude. Oh, no. Trust me. I could use the break," she chortled, straightening up again and twisting around to stretch her back. "I've been working on a poetry assignment since I got here which was . . . . She glanced around the room to look for a clock, but found none. "Erm, a while ago. I'm not very big on poetry, really, so it's been taking me a while." Massy glanced down at her paper, which bore her loopy handwriting up to about halfway down the page, and there were a lot of things crossed out. She sighed and folded her arms over the binder and looked over at the books Margaret had in front of her.

"What're you reading?" Massy couldn't read any of the titles, but they looked thick and complicated. She could only assume that Margaret was researching something. Massy wished she had something to do research on. She supposed that that made her a nerd or a dork or what have you, but she didn't much care. She loved books and she loved learning and research involved both of them. Maybe Margaret would let her help with whatever she was looking for or something. That would be nice.

Massy wondered, idly, what her first research topic would be. Maybe she would get to research a poet or a writer or a civil war hero. Something tragic and interesting and strange, hopefully. Those were always the best research topics. Maybe she could research some famous person who had one of these weird powers. She wondered if anyone famous could do any of these things, like Johnny Depp or Ryan Reynolds or Evanna Lynch. That, she thought, would be terribly surreal.

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[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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Margaret was happy to see the girl okay with conversation. It wasn't everyday that she met someone new in the library, even though she did like to come here. Most of the time, the library was guarded by a bitter, old lady who scolded everyone that made noise louder than a whisper. However, she seemed to be absent on this certain day. Margaret looked back at the front desk, a rather thin, tall guy had taken her place, not really caring for the conversation the two were engaged in.

She refocused her attention quickly back on the Masslynn. She seemed like a sweet girl, probably frightened by all the new experiences here at AMG. Margaret was new here too, this being her first year, but she quickly adapted. And besides, you're not going to be teased as much if you were a junior, versus if you were a freshman. There was an innocence in Masslynn that she was eager to preserve, even though she had just met the girl. Odd, yes, but so was her whole life.

"Yeah, poetry can be really hard." Margaret concurred. With a soft laugh, she added, "I've always been a big fan of Dr. Seuss though."

After another moment, she added, "I wish I could help you ... but I'm useless when it comes to poetry." and shrugged.

When Massy brought up her stack of books, Margaret looked down at them. "They are pretty thick, aren't they? And lots of them too..." Margaret's head popped back up and looked at Massy. "I'm trying to get some background information on my power," she said, rather sternly, "Lately, it's been acting up. See, I have the power to possess people, and lately, I can feel myself itching myself into their bodies--but I haven't possessed anyone yet. On the island anyway."

Her mind flashed back to earlier this year, and she had accidentally possessed the body of her best friend. She remembered something pulling her whole body into her body, and seeing her own body loose conscious and fall onto the hardwood floor. Margaret could literally feel someone else in the body, and their protests, and their thoughts... but she had all power over the body and her friend couldn't mentally push her out. Eventually, Margaret had panicked enough to transport herself back to her own body, which was then out of breathe and sweaty. Her best friend, was no longer her best friend ... but rather, the reason she was invited to this school.

"But enough about the serious stuff," she added, trying to lighten the mood. Truth be told, Margaret did not want to frighten the girl, knowing that her power did tend to repel people from her. "What is your power?"

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[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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Friends were proving a rare commodity at this new school so far. Although, Massy hadn't been there very long. She caught herself hoping that she could find one in Margaret. She seemed pleasant and and had succeeded in making the younger girl feel comfortable in her presence. Massy hoped they could find common ground to stand on, and she could start building up her small island of friends. However, Massy was ever-aware of how incredibly boring and disagreeable she must seem to other people. She tried to ignore that aspect of her personality, however, because Negative Nancies are No Fun.

Massy laughed genuine laughter at the girl's joke. "Right. The most advanced poetry I've ever read is Shel Silverstein. A genius, that man." As much as Massy would have loved to be interested in poetry, she really just couldn't understand it. She was too literal and logical. The hidden meanings laced with vague messages sprinkled with sarcasm rolled in imagery were too much for her brain to decipher. She wondered if Daphne understood poetry as a language. She made a mental note to ask her when she got back to her dorm later. That is, if she was ever able to finish this assignment. If not, she would end up staying up all night, frantically trying to come up with something--anything--while trying not to go positively insane at the same time.

Massy waved her offer-apology off. "Oh, it's alright. I'll figure something out. I'm just having a difficult time getting started, you know?" Massy had never really excelled at beginnings. They were always rocky for her; one of the main reasons AMG was so very intimidating for her. Everything she started, she started terribly, with the exception of dancing, which she very vaguely remembered diving into head first, stark naked, in freezing waters. She made no splash and got three perfect scores.

Massy nodded, slowly, trying to think about how terrible it must feel to be unable to control something like that. "I tried researching my own power a while back. There was surprisingly very little aside from a few odd myths and legends," she mused. "But I bet there's a lot more on possession. I hope you find what you're looking for." Then she smiled faintly. "If you ever need some help, I'm a much better researcher than I am a poet."

Oh, I'm an empath. I don't like to use my power on other people very often. Well, on anyone, really, seeing as I don't yet know how to use it on myself," she admitted, laughing a tad uneasily. Massy wasn't sure how much it said about her that she had not even managed to figure out how to use her power on her own emotions. Truth be told, it was one of the most frustrating aspects of her life. She detested the fact.

Eager to keep the conversation up, Massy inquired, "You're not a freshman, huh? How long've you been here?" She truly wanted to ask Margaret what she thought of the place, but she figured she would have to lead into that first. Besides, this way allowed for more time to talk to her, or something.

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[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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homesick for a place that doesn't exist

Margaret enjoyed how the conversation seemed to flow easily from one to another. Perhaps it was a rare quality for some people, to be able to hold a conversation without awkward pauses or stutters. True, Margaret liked to think that she had that talent, but it was clear that others thought otherwise. Being rather outspoken, Margaret can always find a new topic of conversation by simply speaking her mind, however offensive it may be.

"Shel Silverstein! How can I forget him?!" Margaret reminisced to a few years back, when she was reading 'Everything On It' to her little twins at home. It suddenly felt as if someone punched her in the stomach. Oh how did she miss her family so much. She yearned to see their faces and hear their voices again. Good thing it was nearly Christmas break, that way her and her friends can get off this island and she can visit her family once more.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Margaret added blankly as her mind was still far away from the library. She stared aimlessly at the wood of the table and allowed herself to day-dream a bit. However, when she realized how rude that was, she quickly snapped herself out of her trance and tried to be more engaged with the conversation at hand. A small laugh escaped her, "Haha, I doubt I'll find more stuff about possession. There are no famous characters with that power ... like at least you have Jasper Cullen!"

A grin made its way onto her face. See, this conversation was easy. "An empathist, huh? Interesting ..." Margaret rubbed her chin inquisitively but then pointed her finger straight at Massy with a playful smile on her face, "Yes, wouldn't it be nice to control your own emotions?"

Margaret's smile widened s'more. "Do I look like a freshman? Haha." She crossed her arms on her table, forgetting about her large pile of books. "I'm a junior, but this is my first year here. I have to say, AMG has a way or making me feel at home, you know? But I still miss my family." She paused for a moment, looked down on the wood once more and tried to compose what she was going to say. As quickly as she had paused, had she found her words, "And I also have a lot of extra SAC classes. They say I need to 'get it under control before I hurt someone'." Margaret made quotation notions with her hands and imitated the fat lard of a principal.

"What about you, how do you like it?" she inquired, returning her arms to their original position, folded in front of her torso and resting on the wood of the table.

TAGGED: loli | OOC: short :C

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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Maslynn was a bit taken by surprise with how easily this conversation seemed to be flowing. She wasn't really used to it. Sure, with her brother it was easy to hold a conversation, but he was her brother. With anyone else, conversation tended to be pretty limited. Maybe it was just Margaret's personality. Maybe they were meant to be friends or something of that nature. Maslynn didn't know, and she wasn't about to question it. She rather enjoyed talking to people, even if she wasn't good at it and it came with 99 different sorts of anxiety to worry about.

How do I look? What do I smell like? I hope he/she didn't see that. God, I sounded funny just now. Should I have laughed? Was that even supposed to be funny? What should I say now? Did I do something wrong? Was that offensive?

And Maslynn had enough anxiety in her life without worrying about those sorts of things.

Massy smile at the Shel Silverstein comment. "My fifth grade teacher used to read us a poem of his every day. It was probably my favorite part of the day . . . . She was my favorite teacher, too. Still is." Massy bit her lip while she remembered the Good Ol' Days. She leaned forward and rested her cheek against the pal m of her hand, curling her fingers forward and drumming a slow rhythm. She didn't look away from Margaret, though, because she thought that that would be rude. Massy's least favorite habit of other peoples' was their tendency to break eye contact whenever possible. Usually, it made her feel distrustful of the other person.

Massy let out a slightly embarrassing giggle-snort. "Yes, Mr. Cullen is so incredibly realistic. And what a lovely character, so developed," she said, the sarcasm in her tone playful and light. Normally, sarcasm from Massy is heavy like lead and leaves dents in the floor when it hits the ground. Today, the sarcasm floated about their heads like gold dust in the air. Massy found that she liked the change of pace.

"It would be, yes. It's a bit overwhelming sometimes, you know. Having to know how everyone else feels and knowing you could make them happier, and then I can't get into my own head." If only Massy knew how to control her own emotions. She could make herself indifferent to the world, wrapping herself up in a thick, cozy blanket made of barbed wire and steel to shield her frail body from the damaging outside world. She wouldn't feel pain and she wouldn't be so tired and nervous all the time. She could tweak herself to be the person she might have been if she didn't have her ability. Maybe she would have even been able to completely get rid of the place in her emotions that holds her power safe and close to her skull. She could be alone, in her little blanket cocoon, with only her own moods to play with however she desired. Massy laughed then. "I would be such a good psychiatrist. I wouldn't even have to speak. Just go in and perform mental surgery."

Massy enjoyed the fact that her power gave her the ability to help others. It pleased her that she had the choice to do something that wasn't destructive. She knew not everyone had that option.

"Posession, huh? That's got to be difficult. It's sort of like, concentrated empathy with the added ability to control physical movements. Have you ever done it on purpose?" Massy wasn't sure if Margaret would be alright with all the questions, but she wanted to know everything about everyone's powers. It made her feel less alone. She also realized she was a little late with her questions, but it didn't really occur to her that it might be okay to ask until just now. Whatever. It didn't matter.


Massy sat up, and leaned back in her chair with a thoughtful look plastered to her face for quite some seconds. "I know what you mean about it making us feel at home. I feel a lot less alone since I've been here. Much more like I'm a part of something." Massy shrugged. "I love the people, too. And most of my teachers."

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[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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homesick for a place that doesn't exist

Margaret watched with contentment as Massy talked about Shel Silverstein and Jasper Cullen. Something about her that made Margaret talk to her more. Perhaps it was the fact that she ever so reminded her of the twins at home, Kyle and Kayla, turning eleven later this month. They were so well behaved, and she missed telling them stories before bedtime, even though hey had graduated that over three years ago. Still, there was a maternal instinct in Margaret that seemed obvious. She wondered if Massy could pick up on it.

Margaret playfully pointed at Massy and laughed, "You would actually!" she chuckled and leaned back in her chair. With her arms crossed in front of her, she explained, "Can pretend like you have some kind of degree, when you're just a superhuman. You know what, whenever I'm feeling down, I'll come to you." she smiled, as if she had found the greatest solution.

"Well, the only person I've ever tried to on purpose is our SAC teacher. But other than that, nope. And the people I have possessed...well, they don't like that too much. I can feel them fight for their bodies back---So I never get much done once I possess someone. And besides, I can only take control of the people who I admire." Margaret explained, as if she had done so, so many times. In fact, it seemed routine to ask your peers about their supernatural abilities, when back in reality, speaking of your power would be like locking yourself up forever.

Margaret thought for a moment, with furrowed eyebrows, about what to say next. "It's weird though. Here at the Montessori, it's like no one has a problem with my power... but when I'm back on the mainland... it's like people don't want to be near me."

She thought back to the memory of her best friend cowering away from her. Literally running out of the door in such terror of being possessed. Margaret seldom talked to her since then, and it broke her heart to see her power push away people, when she wanted to care for them. This was one of the greater difficulties of her life.

That's why when Maslynn said something about really connecting to the people in AMG, she couldn't help but relate. "Yeah, I totally get you. We're like...like a dysfunctional family." she grinned widely, with satisfaction for her answer.

TAGGED: massy | OOC: hooray, character development!

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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Massy tried to imagine herself as a therapist, but who would want to have their personal issues fixed by a girl whose own anxiety controlled 75% of everything she did? No one, that's who. Your therapist couldn't be more messed up than you are. That's just wrong and counter productive. Massy would rather do anything else. In particular, she wanted to be a dance teacher, or, really, anything that had to do with dancing. A psychiatrist was the last thing on her list of potential future occupations. But Massy wouldn't mind playing therapist for her friends. So long as the problems she was fixing were just little surface stress spots and the like; she wouldn't trust herself to fix any deeply set emotional problems, after all. Not yet, at least. Really,


Massy didn't tell Margaret any of that, though. She just laughed lightly. "I'd be glad to help," she assured her.

The freshman didn't say anything for a long time while she listened to Margaret talked about her power. "It sounds really difficult. Lots of restrictions." Massy realized, then, that this particular topic of conversation hadn't taken her much time to get used to, whereas back home, she had had to pretend it didn't exist. She wasn't sure, exactly, which she liked more. While she felt like a freak amongst all of the non-supernatural folk in NYC, the concentration of gifted teenagers was a little overbearing. It was particularly disheartening, the way that no one else seemed to be as affected by her powers as she had been. Not negatively, anyway. There might have been a few people like Edgar who was half blind, but there weren't any others she had met.

Margaret seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Here it's like a strength. But back in the 'real world', you'd swear I was a leper." Albeit, that probably had more to do with the fact that Massy didn't speak to anyone, and if she did her words were clipped and she purposefully ended conversations. That was how it was up until very recently, but then she had had to go to this new school and start all over. At the very least, she hadn't totally reverted to her old self.

Massy nodded with a small smile at the dysfunctional family comment. "Total X-Men thing going on." Massy is secretly a dork and there is nothing she can do about it.

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