Irritated and Emotional

Isabelle walked into the gardens, looking for some peace and quiet. She had been at this school for weeks, and yet her powers were still uncontrollable and her headaches were getting worse instead of better. She had been getting much better at using her knife, which would be okay if she were stable enough to put her skills to use. She found a stone bench and sat down with a sigh. She put her head in her hands and pushed her hair out of her face.

She had been seeing many other students using their powers with no problems whatsoever, so what made her so different? She would have dreams, but she could never tell if they were real or not. She was starting to have trouble distinguishing dreams from real life, and she was sick of it. "I thought I would be normal here," she mumbled to herself.

Roger had come out of the mansion to walk through the gardens and try and think where things were or at least should be more quiet. His first few steps outside of the house he took a few deep breaths smelling the temporary scent of the late summer's day. Then he started to meander around the gardens aimlessly with no real destination in mind. He was trying to clear his mind for a bit of all he electronic information flying around.

Finally once he had gotten his head clear of the usual incoming information, he could start thinking deeply about things. "Had he learned much with his time there? Was he enjoying the time there?" He rounded the corner he heard a slight mumbling which he couldn't really make out what was said. He looked over to see a girl who looked about the same as he felt then. He walked over to her and sat down beside her. " Hey." He said.

Isabelle heard footsteps coming closer and closer to her. She looked up and saw a boy sit next to her. "Hey," she said. She didn't know the boy, but she may or may not have seen him around. At the moment she didn't care. All she wanted was to back at home with her parents, but she had made that sacrifice a long time ago. She found it a little ironic that she wished that she could have seen this coming, considering her skillset. She sat there silently, just trying to think her way out of that place. Unfortunately, her imagination could only take her so far.

Roger clasped his hands beneath his chin. "So" He said with a pause. " Who are you?" He asked glancing over to the girl. She looked kind of depressed somehow. He readjusted himself to a different siting position. In the process bumping her leg. "Sorry." he said.

Isabelle tried to smile a little, but it just came across as a creepy expression. "I'm Isabelle, and you?" she asked. He accidentally bumped her leg, and images played through her head. She couldn't make any sense of them since the flashed at her so fast, but her head immediately hurt ten times worse. She leaned over and put her head between her legs, groaning in pain. She wasn't completely sure what had happened, but she needed her head to lighten up or she was going to pass out from the pain.

Jason stood in front of the window, his office checking out the view. He didn't want to be away from his job for too long because then he would lose his interest and he wouldn't want to come back to it. His eyes darted from one place to another every half a minute. He spotted Isabelle sitting on her own, not looking too excited about being at the school.

Jason abruptly turned and walked out of his office. His destination was a seat next to Isabelle. "Is everything alright, Isabelle?" said Jason, looking down at his glasses.

Roger turned his head to Isabelle as she but her head between her legs. "I'm Roger... are you Ok?" He asked. He wasn't sure what he should do. He looked around and soon heard other footsteps approaching them. Shortly after Roger saw Jason. "Oh, hey, Jason. I'm not sure what's going on with her." He said looking at Isabelle. "I don't think I did it. At least I hope it wasn't my doing." He said.

Isabelle sat quietly for a moment or too, then looked up when she heard Jason walk up. Her head still throbbed with pain, but she tried to act like it wasn't. "Hello Jason," she said, smiling a bit. "I think I'll be alright. I get these headaches, you see. They've been getting worse recently. It has something to do with my precognition," she explained to them. She wasn't suite sure what caused them or how she could prevent them, but she wished to learn. Soon.

"Hello, Roger..." said Jason, raising his eyes to meet Isabelle's.  
 "I get these headaches, you see. They've been getting worse recently."
"How long has it been happening for, Ms. Shellton?" asked Jason in a calm manner. Jason hadn't had any problems with other kids using their abilities. "Maybe it's just stress... being away from your family tends to do that to kids around here. But I won't know until you get checked." He said, putting his glasses back. "Come with me, Ms. Shelton" 

Jason headed back into the building toward infirmary.

Isabelle held her head in her hands as she listened to Jason speak. When he asked her how long it had been going on, she tried to remember. "They've been happening ever since I discovered my powers. It's never been this bad before," she replied. He asked her to follow him, and so she did, trying not to topple over in pain.