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Bobby walks into the dorm, his eyes tired but his mind still whirring. He blinks, noticing a flashlight or something shining over on the empty bed opposite John's which they used to use as a sofa. He glances at Synch, the new kid, asleep, and walks over to the flashlight.

It's rather surprising as the flashlight sits up and turns out to be a boy with a glowing hole in his chest.

"What the f..." Bobby blinks, rubbing his eyes, and stares at the figure on the bed.

"Who. Are. You", the words come out flat, in a hollow, disembodied voice.

Bobby just stares, everything else forgotten in the pale glow. "Bobby. You?"

"Jono," he replies, still sitting up ramrod straight in the bed.

"Sorry if I woke you," Bobby whispers, walking forward and crouching onto his haunches.

"I wasn't sleeping," Jono replies. His voice, if you can call it that, has no inflection at all.

"Oh. Well." Bobby gives a small shrug. "That's some power you've got there." He nods at Jono's chest.

Jono shakes his head. "I don't even know what it does. Except makes sleeping difficult."

"I guess." Bobby nods. He likes Jono, likes the fact that he doesn't speak much. It works for him right now. "Does it hurt?"

"No. It doesn't feel like anything, really," Jono glances at his chest, then back up at Bobby. "Are you like this too."

"Kinda. I freeze stuff." Bobby holds out his palm and a perfect ice sphere forms on his hand.

Jono reaches out a hesitant hand and touches the sphere gingerly. "You can control it."

"Yeah, I can." Bobby flicks his hand over and rolls the sphere into Jono's hand before creating a cube and a pyramid too.

Jono starts at the feel of the ice landing on his hand and almost drops it. "That's nice," he says finally, shifting the sphere to his other hand. It's melting already.

Bobby shrugs. "Hm. Control troubles, huh?"

"It hasn't done anything since coming out," Jono shrugs. "It hurt."

"Coming--what?" The door in Bobby's mind slams shut with a clanging noise.

Jono drops the ice sphere, or the remains of it. "It exploded."

Bobby flicks a glance over to where Synch is still sleeping. "Shit. Man, I'm sorry." Bobby closes his eyes. "We should probably talk somewhere else."

"What time is it," Jono looks around, trying to find a clock.

Bobby shrugs. "One. Two. Something like that."

Jono gets up from the bed slowly. "I haven't seen much of this place yet."

Bobby walks quietly past Synch's bed and opens the door into the dark hallway. "I'd show you around, but I'm kinda trying to avoid people."

"Why are you avoiding people," Jono follows him, glowing quietly.

Bobby shakes his head. "Long story."

"This is a strange place," Jono says. "Everybody seems to happy to be a fre- mutant."

Bobby snorts. "Yeah, Freaks 'R' Us."

"Most of you look normal," Jono observes. "You could live like you used to."

Bobby snorts again. "Whatever."

"Sucks to be us," Jono agrees.

Bobby opens the door to the small upstairs kitchen and reaches for the lights, but drops his hand as Jono lights the room up enough to be able to see.

"At least I'm good for something," Jono says, even more hollowly if possible.

Bobby leans against the kitchen counter, not entirely sure what he's good for. Apart from being fucked, that is. "Hey. Sorry."

"Not your fault I'm a monster," Jono shrugs, and stuffs his hands into his pockets. He looks around the kitchen disinterestedly.

Bobby snorts again. "Know the feeling." He reaches into the fridge for a soda. "Coke?"

"Ha," the flat voice sounds almost amused. "I don't drink anymore. Or eat."

Bobby blinks, staring at Jono's face. "Fuck. Sorry, man."

"Yeah," Jono shrugs. "You didn't know."

Bobby closes the door of the fridge, holding a bottle in his hand, squeezing it hard. "Story of my life."

Jono leans against the counter, quiet. He doesn't know how to reply to someone else's bitterness when he has so much of his own.

Bobby lifts the bottle to his lips, unaware that he's frozen its contents with his emotion. His eyes narrow and he growls, winding back and slamming the bottle into the trash as hard as he can, a satisfied look creeping over his face as he hears the glass shatter. "Fuck," he snarls.

Jono starts at the noise and the glow around his chest intensifies a bit. "Control troubles, huh?" he throws Bobby's own words back at him.

Bobby glares at him. He knows it's unfair of him, but he doesn't care and does it anyway, pushing past Jono and out the door, disappearing down the stairs in a flurry of footsteps.

Somewhere halfway down the stairs Bobby hears the flat voice again, floating inside his head. "What the fuck." And then silence. A glow appears at the top of the stairs.

"What the /fuck/?" Bobby repeats, louder, his voice echoing down the stairwell. "You're a teep as well?" he asks, quieter this time, looking back up at the glow that is Jono.

"No," Jono replies out loud. He hesitates a moment. "I don't even know.. what I did."

Bobby looks up at him. "You--don't know? Jesus. Did you ever do that before?"

"No. I couldn't even.. speak at first," Jono descends a few steps.

Bobby watches him warily, the light still glowing. "Huh." He doesn't know what else to say.

"What's a teep, anyway," Jono asks after a while.

"Someone who's telepathic," Bobby says. "Freak slang. Sorry."

"How appropriate," Jono raises an eyebrow. "How long have you been here?"

"Yeah. And too long." Bobby's voice is final.

"I didn't see you earlier, when we were watching movies," Jono comes a few steps down again.

"No." Bobby stands still, watching him descend.

"So what's your problem," the light reflects strangely from Jono's eyes.

"What /isn't/ my problem," Bobby snorts. "'s fucked."

"And I thought I was the one with the angst," Jono narrows his eyes. "But you need to be hit with a shovel."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, please," the glow turns brighter again, lighting up the stairs. "Don't tell me we're in the same dorm."

"No, I always prowl around dark dormitories at 1 in the morning," Bobby spits back.

"Like the freak you are," Jono states.

Bobby reaches out for the wall. a moment later, the air appears to fog, then shimmers, and a wall of ice extends from one side to the other of the stairwell, thickening as it meets in the middle. "Right," he says, softly, to the wall.

Inside Bobby's head again: "You annoy me. So. Much." Then a pause and the glow brightens again, shining through the ice, until suddenly the wall explodes.

Bobby's knocked off his feet as the ice blasts past him, a big chunk hitting him in the head. He blinks up at Chamber, clenching his hand to stop from letting go with everything he's got. His voice is very quiet and precise. "You don't get it. You need to fuck off. Leave me alone before I do something we'll both regret."

Jono, a bit shaken, turns on his heel and stalks up the stairs, trying to tone down the glowing, but not succeeding.

Bobby cracks his neck before standing up and looking down at the ice all over the floor. He shrugs, reaching up to his temple and touching it gingerly before continuing down the stairs, his mood blacker than the lightless darkness.

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Great. Psycho roommates. Good thing Ev can sleep through a friggin' hurricane.

Just imagine if Pyro was still there..

Not psycho. You just don't understand, man.

((*player screams at Bobby to stop being such a fucker*))

Here, maybe thet'll soothe your frazzled nerve-ends ::hands back your Mariah Carey CDs:: I really thought they were John's!