the roomies with a secret

Faye was running along, not paying any attention to where she was going. She turned her head for a moment, only to crash and fall backwards hitting her head hard on the ground Her eyes closed, and she had passed out for a bit. Stars were in her mind, and Faye wasn’t sure what was going on, or why she was suddenly in a sleep state. Clearly she was unbalance, hence why SHE was the one who fell, and the other woman didn’t. She had her feet planted on the ground, while Faye was basically tripping her self by running. What was she dreaming of? nothing. It wasn’t a dream but a nightmare.. ‘Freak!’ was yelled what felt like a thousand times before her eyes opened, and she was wake. Faye didn’t sit up immediately, but just laid there for a moment, to realize what actually happen.. She ran into someone, and fell.. Nothing more.. Nothing less. Though she noticed some trees with their branches broken, actually a lot of trees.. This must’ve happen when she hard the insult in her mind.. It tend to happen. She’d get stunned and break things in her mind.. Which resulted in it happening in reality.

Ivira knelt down next to the young woman with her hands open wide near her face in a stressed manner, not knowing what to do in this current situation. Suddenly, without any warning, multiple branches had snapped out of some sort of pressure and crashed to the ground. Ivira let out a startled yelp before looking around. Her eyes shifted back towards the girl who was now awake and seemed to be a in sort of daze. Ivira looked at her with wides eyes, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. "Did you do that?... Do you have a power?" The second question slipped out before she could stop it which was much like Ivira. Other than her roommates she had never come across anyone else with another ability and as startled as she was, Ivira was also excited. Now, the girl could handle the question a few different ways. She could think Ivira was crazy and scatter off, simply deny it and not tell the truth or say 'yes!' and hopefully become friends over the matter. She hoped it was the latter. But, that was Ivira for you. Always thinking positively.

"My mother taught me just fine. She said never to shake a strangers hand because you never know where their hands have been." This was very true. Macsen could remember growing up with his mother always wiping the hardwood floors or vacuuming whenever guests would leave. Because of this, the young man was very particular about keeping his items neat and organized and was never pleased when others touched his things - he took up the habit of wiping whatever someone touched, sometimes offending them. His roommates would tease him from time to time calling him a 'germaphobe'. Macsen watched at the woman walked away with her bag. He internally groaned, he would be a true jackass if he let Marley walk along the abandoned road. So, somewhere in his mechanical heart, he had a change. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his noise and called after her "Do you want a ride into town?" 

Marley gave the male an ‘oh really’ look as he spoke, “And here I thought it was your brain’s ability to react to a stimulus and not your driving ability. After all, it only takes a neuron to press brake pedal.” Folding her arms across her chest she stepped forward taking a better look at the car, “Although,it is a fair nice car. What model?” She questioned dropping a hand and letting her fingertip move against the cool metal. Turning her attention back towards the male she shrugged a little, “Excuse the attitude, I haven’t been… on the best behavior lately.” She said truthfully. Holding her hand out she gave a soft smile, “I’m Marley, and you are?”

He arched a brow with his frown deepened the more she spoke. "Do you normally talk this much?" Again, his voice monotone. Macsen shifted slightly as the female before him inched her way closer to the car, he watched her closely as her fingers trailed along his vehicle. "Nineteen-sixty nine Dodge Charger," he told her, his voice leaked a hint of pride. "Oh, so you do know what manners are?" But as quickly as the next sentence left his lips, the males voice had returned to make it as if he was both annoyed and bored. Macsen was being an asshole and he knew it, but that's simply who he was and he wasn't going to chance his attitude because a pretty girl was in front of him. He looked at her hand displeasingly and didn't take it, he returned his gaze back towards Marley. "Macsen."

Macsen cruised down the empty road with the window down, enjoying the cool, fresh breeze that waved through the car. The young male highly enjoyed his night rides and went on them frequently. It was a way to escape his roommates who were almost too much for him to handle at times, and instead of up and leaving them which he knew was a bad idea the next best decision was to hope in the vehicle and disappear for a few hours so that he could collect his thoughts and have some time to himself. Macsen pressed on the peddle as he rounded a corner, enjoy the rush. It wasn't long before his high beams showed a figure walking in front of his speeding car. He weaved a little and stepped on the brakes, the metal squealing and before causing any damage the car came to a completely stop. "What the hell?" He breathed out before unstrapping his steal belt and getting out of the car. He was about to ask if the young woman was okay -- Until he heard her sarcastic remark. Leaning on the open door, his other arm rested on the roof. "I do and it's because of my high skills in driving that I'm able to not kill psycho's who walk in front of cars," He retorted rather dully.

"Know what I really really love?"