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Two kinds of people visited the the track; the athletes looking to train, and the delinquents looking to skip class or waste time. Issie was definitely one of the latter. She wasn't missing any classes, there was just something about tiered seating that was great for lounging about. She was up near the back, of course, earphones in, bag and camera sitting beside her, an old jumper worn over a bland tank top, with relatively heavy duty jeans to keep the chill away, boots up on the benches of the row in front. Her head was bobbing softly to crappy internet music from something like half a decade ago.

She was well aware that there were places specifically designed for practicing with powers, but hers was safe enough that she could use it out here in the grounds without endangering anyone. And so she sat, casually regarding her hands as her head bobbed and her foot twitched, causing a red light to pulse between her fingertips, keeping it in time with the beat of the music like the visuals on some music playing computer programs. She shifted the colour, the pulsing light now green in colour. That was only a little more difficult, nothing testing at all. A little harder was what she attempted next. the light started to bend, rippling like a soundwave. It wasn't too bright, and with only one colour it still wasn't too hard to keep control of. You probably wouldn't even notice it unless you were looking directly at her.

The music changed, the tempo shifting with it. The light flickered and died for a moments, causing the redhead to curse under her breath. Frowning, she reasserted her concentration, the light flickering to the beat once more, moving faster this time, shifting to blue.

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Octavia could hear her brother stomping up the stairs of Page Hall before he ever reached her door. And like any good and completely terrified sister would do, she climbed out the bathroom window like Dani had showed her and took off. Her auburn hair disappearing over the sill just as the door to her dorm room flew open.

Somehow, in the time she had been back at Ashford, Octavia has successfully avoided actually seeing her brother. She didn't know why, but the idea of facing him and owning up to what she had done was no where near the top of her to-do list. That and finally facing him might make everything seem that much more shitty of her.

Before Octavia knew how far she'd gone, she tripped over something. And by tripped, she meant that something jumped out of no where and smacked her in the gut making her face plant into what appeared to be red dirt. When she finally was able to peel her face off the rough terrain, she realized she had somehow tripped over a hurdle and then rubbed her face along the school's outdoor track.

With a stinging building up across her face, and a warm trickled of blood across one cheek, Octavia laughed and raised her hands. She started to send waves of her power around, floating around her like a cloud or an aura. Suddenly, her face didn't hurt so bad. Now that she wasn't hurting, and now that was WAS completely high as a kite, Octavia looked around. A flash of something red caught the corner of her eye and that was when she realized that she had had a witness. Too late now. She giggled and stood up, waving up the risers at the stranger as she climbed to join the girl, "Don't worry." She joked, "I'm uninjured." Despite the comment, Octavia could still feel the weird tingle of blood coming out of a cut she couldn't see. It didn't hurt, but that didn't mean she wasn't injured.

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    Though her attention had mainly been focussed on the light show in her palms, the commotion down on the track was more than enough for Issie to notice. Glancing up, she saw the culmination of what must certainly been a ten-out-of-ten faceplant off a hurdle. The pulsing light remained in her hand, but dwindled to a single point as her attention shifted to the girl now picking herself up off the floor. She did... something, and seemed to relax rather suddenly. Rather unusual for someone who had just eaten the track, but at this school normal reactions weren't as common as they should be. 

    A pair of eyes fell on her, accompanied by a smile and a rather friendly ave. Issie watched as the amateur waterless diving champ started to make her way up towards her, asserting that she wasn't hurt. This caused a raised eyebrow, the redhead's eyes falling on the rather obvious cut at the new arrival's cheek. "Well I gotta say, I've never seen an uninjured person bleed as well as you." Gesturing for the girl to approach, she picked up her bag, unzipping it and rummaging around. Her dad was the kind of person who carried handkerchiefs around, and had made sure Issie had one in her bag at all times. The tradition had kind of stuck, though she never used the damn thing. It had been sitting at the bottom of her bag for who knows how long, but it was something she could use that she didn't care about getting blood on. "C'mere, lemme get that cut. A for effort on your launch there, maybe work on your landing a little though." Scooting up beside the other girl, Issie wiped the blood away with a little sigh.

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Octavia couldn't help the toothy grin that seemed to be permanently plastered to her face. The ecstasy was coursing through her blood, making every feel like it was sparkling and shiny. She sat still, not even wincing as the other, fiery haired girl pressed something soft against her face. Octavia was aware, someplace in the back of her head, that by touching her, the other girl would become immediately effected by the drugs in Tavie's system. After all, that's what they paid her the big bucks for back in Vegas.

She giggle and snapped her fingers like a little kid from the '50s might have, "Darn it." She groaned, "I've been practicing all week too. I was hoping to walk in on the Olympics try out next tomorrow." She joked, bobbing her head to a song only she could hear.

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Giggling slightly, Issie felt a tingling run through her body. It wasn't enough to take notice off, she was definitely feeling the effects of her new companion's power. She finished cleaning up her cheek, and passed her the handkerchief, directing the girl's hand up towards her face. "Here, just hold it there for a while until you stop leaking, 'kay?" She sat back on the bench, pulling her earbuds out and pausing the music. She's hardly been expecting anyone to approach her, but she was finding herself rather glad of the companionship.

    She was definitely feeling the effects of the ecstasy power now, a grin plastered on her face as she gave the new arrival her cursory once over with her eyes. She was very pretty indeed, and seemed the kind of carefree girl Issie could get along with. "Shame about the olympics. You should just join the bobsleigh team instead though, feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme and all that jazznick." She waved her hand as she spoke, trying to accurately convey both rhythm and rhyme with esoteric gestures. To the layman the movements would look like complete nonsense, but to the trained eye they were subtly different interpretive gesticulations that evoked similar but highly distinct concepts... or they were just slightly different motions, but Issie liked to to think she could be a bit more creative than that.. at least right now.

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LIKE A FEATHER FLYING HIGH UP IN THE SKY ON A WINDY DAY, I GET CARRIED AWAY

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Octavia didn't even successfully hold the handkerchief up to her face for a solid minute before it dropped into her lap, spatter with a it of dark red blood. She could no longer feel it dripping down her face, but she couldn't tell if that was because she had stopped bleeding, or if it was because the drugs in her system made it impossible to tell. She scrunched her nose as she laughed, leaning towards the red haired girl, "Oh. Mah God." She said, giggling, "That sounds so awesome." She tried to mimic the other girl's movements but failed, almost slipping off of the seat she had taken.

After steadying herself, Octavia giggled, which had this point had become her default setting, as she waved obnoxiously at some passerby who was starring up at the two girls like they were on fire or something.

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    The pair sat there giggling, Issie catching the laughter bug from her new pal and rocking slightly as she chuckled. She watched the handkerchief fall, but didn't bother to pick it up again. The cut didn't look all that bad, and a little scrape never really hurt anyone. She leaned in as well, grinning like an idiot,  shaking with giggles that just kept coming. "I know, right? And then after we lose at the winter olympics and the German guys applaud us we can go down in history as like, big damn heroes or something!" She wasn't entirely sure what she was saying, but it sounded sufficiently awesome, so it was probably fine.

    She reached out to help steady the new arrival, grabbing her shoulders as she almost toppled over. "Careful, girl, don't wanna go tumbling down there." She was still smiling, and another chuckle followed the words out, but even in this state she wasn't about to let this whoever-it-is throw herself right back down the steps she'd just climbed up. It took Issie a moment to notice the passer-by, but at her new partner's wave she turned her head, regarding the observer and throwing a hand in the air. "Yo-ooo!" She cried out a little too loud, her hand clenched into a fist.

 

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LIKE A FEATHER FLYING HIGH UP IN THE SKY ON A WINDY DAY, I GET CARRIED AWAY

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Octavia started bobbing her head again, to a song she assumed only she could hear. It was fast and didn't sound like much of anything. In fact, there were not even any words. All it seemed like was a random series of beeping that created a tune. It sound familiar...She stared at the red head weirdly, trying to remember where she had heard the song before. It wasn't an awkward techno remix of anything. Tapping her finger on the bench seating, Octavia gasped when she finally recognized it. She dug into the pocket of her hoodie and yanks out her iPhone 5c. BRAXTON THOMAS WYATT's face was splashed across the screen and Octavia scoffed, moving to slide the little green dot to ignore him. Before she was able to reach it, though, the phone beeped with finality and she had missed his call.

Tossing the phone on to the seat between the girls, Octavia looked at her new friend and grinned, "You're frikkin awesome." She said, her voice thick and giggly. Before she could even get the words out, Braxton's stupid face popped up on her phone again, bringing down her high and making her power less potent.

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