The Pandemic: Gifted vs. the Government

[Raven]

Some quiet part of Ben wondered if this was a trap, but he didn't feel particularly worried.

[Crymzun]

Seeing her immediately beside him made him jump slightly "g.. gifteds? {right thats what the soldiers said when the found me...} uhh yah i am.. so you mean everyone here has... abilities?"

[Raven]

"We sure do," Ben said, shooting off a spark into the air.

[Gifted]

"Yeah." Olivia nodded. It was one guy and she wasn't particularly worried if it was a trap. A trap just meant thy'd have good practice for when they broke in.

[Sar]

It had been a long day of job hunting with no success at all. Who would have thought that even with his education level, the position for a chemical engineer would be so limited. Of course the government was always looking for those to dedicate their lives of science but sadly that required a blood test that would leave him in a worse position than tens of thousand dollars in debt and supporting his roommate. Though embarrassing as it was, his roommate made more money than he did, and all she did was attend preschool.
“Shit!” Logan said, his body showing obvious signs of stress. How was it possible that he, with all the time in the world, was constantly late? It was almost ironic, with the ability to slow down time, and yet he could never be anywhere when he was supposed to. It was either the wrong place at the wrong time or the right place but too late. Today it was the second. He made his way out of the lobby of his most recent rejection and headed towards the south of the city that held the closest preschool.
The ten block walk didn’t take too long, especially to the fact that to those around him, he seemed like he was running. As he reached the entrance gate he saw his roommate standing rigidly, making herself look as tall as possible for her to pull off with less than three feet of height. The instructor, Mrs. Swanson, stood next to her was smiling brightly, almost starting to run to meet him halfway.
“Mr. Parre!” she said, pulling her student along with her in excitement.
“Is something wrong?” Logan asked, looking down at the child.
“Oh everything is wonderful! I knew it when I first met her but Samantha is a very special child.”
Logan tensed at the term special ‘Oh please no,’ he thought to himself. ‘Please don’t let her know.’ He let out a cough and calmly asked “Special?”
“Well it was play time, and I caught her reading a chapter book and understanding it! Oh goodness Mr. Parre. I believe that in a year we could enter your daughter in the advanced education program even push her up a couple of grade,” the woman continued to speak but Logan was listening to none of it.
Sam was always bringing attention to herself. Every time they had to move it was of Sam’s doing. She would always slip always mess up somehow and now, once again, she was setting herself up for failure.
“Mr. Parre? Did you hear me?”
Logan was brought back to the conversation “Of course I did, but programs like this… I need time to think about it. It is her future that is affected after all.” He looked to the young girl and said “Come on Samantha, time to walk home.”
The girl looked up to her teacher then walked to Logan, waving goodbye to her teacher. “Bye!” She said as the two began to walk away. When they had at least made it a block away from the school Logan looked down at the girl and said “I really hate you right now.”
Most children would seem hurt or start crying but in a very mature voice that didn’t seem to fit her body, Samantha said “Well you’re the one that got me stuck like this, don’t expect me to play with blocks all day just so you can get financial help,”
It had been a weird predicament since the two had met in high school almost a decade ago. Logan was an AP honors student and Samantha the all to clichéd bad influence. Of course the two had nothing in common. At least that was until they found out that they shared the gifted gene. Logan’s abilities seemed easy to hide, being able to slow down time for himself, adding hours to a day, days to a week. Samantha’s, on the other hand, was a tad more obvious. She was a shape shifter. Unlike the regular powers that you see inside of the old movie or comics, she could only change into herself. That is, herself at any point of her life.
When he went off to college and eventually graduate school, Samantha followed along. After finally receiving his doctorate was when things go crazy. The rumors of disappearing gifted became more prevalent and government mandated testing for future employees was put into place had left the both of them in a bit of a dilemma. After a mishap, that was also a mix of Logan trying to keep suspicion of Samantha down, they decided to put on an act to pass her off as his daughter in order to get financial help coming into the house while he looked for a job.
Logan looked at Sam “Let’s just get home girly. Watch some TV and you can do some work or something that has nothing to do with school.”
Sam laughed and spoke in a voice that matched her appearance “Whatever you say!” and with that she let go of his hand and ran forward towards their apartment, knowing Logan wouldn’t be too far behind.


(((In short

Name: Logan Parre
Age: 27
Appearance: Light dirty blond hair, green eyes, tall, a bit on the lanky side
Status: Free gifted
Power (if applicable): Can stretch time for himself only(may develop further, may not) Make seconds pass like minutes, days into weeks
Other: Legal Guardian of Samantha

Name: Samantha Parre
Age: 28
Appearance: Varies. At the time being, the appearance of a four year old with long brown hair and very large brown eyes.
Status: Free gifted
Power (if applicable):
Other: Logan's roommate, passes off as being his daughter.

[Mismagius]

Brookelynn laughed. "All kinds! We have melons, and pears, bananas and apples, peaches and grapes! Theres so much we don't know what to do with it half the time!"

Kathrine laughed. "Yeah, we all have abilities." She was amused that he had thought that they were with the government. She just shook her head, and walked towards him. When she was right in front of him, she went intangible and walked right through him.

[Crymzun]

{..in.. incredible...} "Well this is the easiest way i know how to show mine off" he looks to the one who phased through him, "i know this'll sound weird but hit me. I promise it won't hurt you" he looks at her and readies to brace for a strike

[Mismagius]

Kathrine just cocked her eyebrow. "'Kay." She shrugged and went to backhand him.

[Raven]

Melanie bit her lip. "Strawberries?" she asked. That was the one thing her father hadn't really approved of, since they had been her mother's favorites.

[Crymzun]

He flexed right before impact and the hand completely stopped at his cheek, no mark was left and a small breeze from the diverted energy slid across the two females around him. "well so far i cant be hurt well, except by bullets apparently" he gestures to his bleeding cheek and moves his hand up to once again smear the blood away with his now stained hand.

[Mismagius]

Brookelynn nodded. "So many strawberries. Want me to go get you some?"

Kathrine nodded approvingly. "Neat trick."she smirked and walked back to where she was before.

[Raven]

"Please?" Melanie asked, taking both the other girl's hands in hers.

[Mismagius]

Brookelynn laughed. "Alright then Melanie, I'll be right back, though I'll have to take my hands back..."

[Raven]

Melanie smiled and let go. "Alright," she agreed. "I'll wait here." She seemed so happy in comparison to moments before.

[Mismagius]

Brookelynn nodded and gave her leave. It wasn't hard to find the kitchen, and even easier to find the strawberries. She grabbed a bowl, washed quite a few off, and plopped them into the bowl. She then returned to Melanie's room, smiled and walked in, the bowl in her hands. "I didn't know how much you wanted, so...."