Roswell Fanatics

OOC:

Hey all.
Just a note to say that I've decided that when Nasedo and Tess mindwarped Clark and then Tess died, some of her powers were transferred. He's not powerful at it by any means, and I'm thinking that he can vageuly mind warp but it doesnt last for very long.

Hope thats ok with everyone.

ooc: JP for Clark and Isabel by Storm and Mel


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~Clark~

“Intimidating?” she says before giving a slight . Humph… I don’t think she’ll be ing later. “Trust me, you aren’t intimidating. It’s just a natural thing for us. Welcome to West Roswell High, Clark. What classes do you have the rest of the day?”

“Uhm…” I mutter as I get out my schedule. “History, Mathematics and P.E,” I tell her. I screw up my face slightly in a grimace.

“Which will mean that I have to either go a class without talking to anyone or talk to someone else I don’t know. Well unless that Kyle Valenti guys there. He seems nice.”

I need to get her attention in someway. Its clear there’s some sort of rift between my love and his friends and Kyle. And I want to find out why. But I also want her to start to realise on her own that I’m meant for her brother. That we belong together. It’s how we’re meant to be.

But how…


~~~JP BEGINS~~~



"Valenti?" Isabel questions and forces herself not to tense up. "Nice isn't exactly the word I'd use for Kyle Valenti. He's popular, good at sports, but he's never really been all that bright, nor has he ever been all that nice to me or my friends, other then Liz when they dated." Isabel shakes her head looking at him like he had to be insane.

"Let me see your schedule, see if we have the same teacher for History and I'll see if Max has the same Math teacher. P.E. would be Alex I believe. I can introduce you to them and I promise, Max will be better behaved." Isabel adds with a grin as she decides using the schedule to change the subject would be a good idea.

How well behaved? Clark thinks to himself cheekily. He gives her a smile. "That will be great, thanks." So Max stole Kyle's girlfriend then Clark took it? "Well, Kyle seemed nice enough to me... at least I got to sit next to someone at lunch." Clark shrugs, Lets see how many more buttons I can press...while trying to lay on a slight guilt trip. He hands his schedule over to her. He'd memorized the entire thing of course, he only had to speed read it through a few times. Was easy enough to do. He smile at her saying, "So where is it that people hang out in this town?"

Isabel barely holds back the urge to cringe at the comment about lunch as she looks over the schedule, "You're in luck." She looks at him and hands the schedule back before responding to his question about hang out places in town.

"There are some who enjoy bowling, mini-golf, the movies and such, but the Crashdown is one of the more known places where most hang out." I don't know what possesses me, but as I look at him I can't stop myself from offering, "Why don't you join me at the Crash after school?" What am I doing? I end up asking myself after I've already extended the offer.

Clark had to try and not look as happy as he felt. She had asked him. His plan was working, and soon he would have his man. He smiles at Isabel. "Wow...that would be great. Thanks" he says smiling. He takes back his timetable, and sure enough shes changed the maths class. She may be good, but shes not as good as me. But hey, if she wants to arrange it so I share a class with Max...I am DEFINITELY not going to complain! he tells himself.

Okay, so maybe Isabel shouldn't have changed things, but Max had been feeling guilty and it would give him the chance to smooth things over. Besides, something made her want to make things easier on Clark. She didn't understand it, but she kind of felt as though she had to do something, especially something that would keep Clark from becoming buddy buddy with Kyle. The last thing they needed was
for Kyle to add another enemy to the list for them.

With a smile, she shrugged slightly, "It's no problem. It'll give you the chance to see what this town is really like first hand. And the Crash is a good place to hang out and get to know people." She explained and took the moment to glance back at her brother, hoping he wouldn't end up angry with her but also curious about how things were going with the new girl. After a moment, she turned back to Clark, "So, why do you travel so much?" She asked curiously, wanting to learn more about him and realizing that by doing so, she might well find out why she also felt slightly unnerved about things.

Clark quickly tries to remember what he told Kyle. "My dad," he gives a small sigh. "He's with the army. He goes where ever he's needed. And currently that would be Roswell!" He says with a smile, "It’s not as impressive as it sounds though... he's currently converting there old bomb shelters." Clark gives a smile before saying, "Which is why this seems like the billionth school to me." Clark smiles at her and says, "Plus I guess my dad and I are looking for something to stay for." Or should I say someone.

"Must be hard moving all the time though." Isabel comments and wonders why she is even talking as much as she is. That's not a normal way for her to react especially to someone that she didn't know. Some ice queen she was turning out to be.

Clark shrugs and says, "Yeah, but... I think on day, my dad and I will find what we've been looking for our entire lives. And things won't be the same again." He smiles at her and leans in very slightly, "I believe in destiny. And one day, I will find it and it will be great. What about you Isabel... do you believe in destiny?"

Isabel shrugged, "Honestly, I don't know what to think about it. I'd like to think we are in control of our own destinies, but then there are things that make me wonder." Sighing she shook her head and looked down at the table, "I'd prefer not to think about it."

Clark gave a considering look. "Seems reasonable to me... but I think you should think about it. I mean, what is life but a quest of self discovery." Clark gives a little shrug, "But don't take my advice. Besides, if it were necessary for you to think about it.... there would be signs all around you."

Signs all around? Why did he have to say that? It caused me to think back to the sandwich that Max had at lunch and what we saw happen to it. It caused me to wonder yet again what was going on. "Maybe, I know I'm destined to die some day, that I have no control over. I would hope that there wouldn't be something set in stone that I'm destined to do, because where would the fun really be in learning to really live? To really experience what life has to offer. If you have a destiny and that is all you focus on, you could miss something wonderful that could be right before you." She ends up stating, not even sure why as she finds herself glancing back, this time seeing Alex out of the corner of her eye and looking for a moment before turning back around again.

Clark sees her look away for a split second and quick as a flash makes the four square symbol in front of her out of pencil sharpeners. He smiles at her when she looks back at him and says, "Maybe... or maybe your destiny is perfect and what is right for you." Clark states. He shrugs, "Maybe you’re right... but for me, I know my destiny is out there. And maybe deep down... you know it too." Clark gives a playful smile as he turns to his book.

As she glances back at him, Isabel listens and doesn't even know how to respond as she turns to look at her books, however what she sees stops her dead and she quickly moves the sharpeners out of the design they were in. This was getting to be far too odd. She felt her hand shaking and drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself even as she looked over to Max, concern heavy in her gaze.

What should she say and do? She felt as though if she stayed there much longer, she was going to have a fit, so she stood and got the instructors attention, "I need a restroom pass..." The teacher simply nodded and quickly wrote one out. As she was stepping away from Clark, she looked at him, "I'm sorry... I'll be right back."

Clark looks up, wondering if he had pushed too far. "Oh, okay... hope its nothing I did" he says, partly joking, but also putting on a slight display of worriedness. If Im going to be a new kid, I might as well play the nervous, worried new kid

Isabel shook her head, "No... It’s nothing..." She wasn't about to say that she had no idea who had done anything. As she left the class room, she instantly made her way to the nearest restroom and headed inside, staring at herself in the mirror. She was pale. She couldn't believe she'd actually gone pale.


Clark watched her leave the room and tried not to smile. He turned back to his books, pretending to pay attention, but really trying to plan what to do next. He needed to come up with a new way to get them to figure out there destiny. He has a sudden thought and uses his X-ray powers to see through the walls to where Isabel is. She's having a major freak out. Clark looks back round and smiles to himself as he has an idea. Carefully, he tears out a page from his book and uses his powers to manipulate it into a photograph. It showed Michael and Isabel, hugging and kissing. Quick as flash he puts the photo in her book and turns back to class.

Isabel took in some deep breaths and attempted to get control of herself before she made her way back to the class, once inside she sat down and opened her book to where they were supposed to be, not certain what to say to Clark. When she reached the page, she saw the picture in front of her and her eyes widened, quickly grabbing the picture and hiding it. What the hell was going on? This was beginning to be too much. She was going to have to talk to Michael and Max about this as soon as possible.

Looking over at Clark, she forced a smile, "Sorry about that, I just needed some air." Then focusing on the book, she said, "This is where we are... have you gone through this at any of your other schools?" She could hear the catch in her voice and the nervousness.


Clark gave a small smile, and said "Yeah I...have..." he gives her a concerned look. "Are you ok? You don't look well..." he says carefully. "I might have some paracetamol if you want it?" he said with a faint, friendly smile.

“No, I’ll be fine.” Isabel replies, looking at Clark and trying her best to calm down. Isabel had never been one to react like this and she hated it. She drew in a deep breath and forced herself to try to focus on class. She had to make herself focus. This wasn’t something she could do anything about right now and she really needed to talk to Max and Michael. This could only mean one thing. The other alien, the one she and Michael had left the signal for at the library, was actually there. It had to mean that. It must definitely mean that Nacedo is there.

Oh God, what if it were true... could Nacedo be the boy beside her or the girl beside Max? According to River Dog, Nacedo was a shapeshifter...

~~~~~CLARK~~~~~~
“No, I’ll be fine.”

Yeah, shes freaking out. Hmm... maybe its time to attract attention to the others. I very quickly use a short mindwarp on Michael, showing himself kissing Isabel outside the caves. The imade I show him jumps between scenes of them kissing and them holding hands by alien symbols.

I really want to start letting Max know I'm here but... I can't right now. It took a lot out of me to use those powers on Michael... even making that photo hadn't been easy. I give her a small sympathetic smile. "Oh...ok...well if there's anything at all I can do, just say" I say with a smile. "You know, when I've gone to other schools, most people just ignored me. But its nice to know there are some nice people here" I tell her, making it all up, naturally. "I mean, there's you, and Kyle... and I expect your friends are nice to..."

*Max*

"A party, eh?" I say. It's not too suprising that miss leather here is interested in partying. Probably a lot of underaged drinking involved. Not that I can drink alcohol, but the implication seems pretty clear. Michael doesn't think that I know how to party, but I like to have fun... just maybe not the same kinda fun he does. Or at least, not every night.

"Well, you should probably talk to Pam Troy if you want the partying crowd. She knows everyone," I say.

Should I invite her down to the Crashdown? Liz suggested meeting Clark there but I don't know that would really fit in. It would probably seem too tame to her. Besides, I don't need to be reaching out to every new kid. I just have to not be rude and all.

"So, why are you traveling all the time?" I ask.

~Tia~

"A party, eh?" Max begins and I’m certain he’s already getting the wrong type of idea about what I’m into, but that’s fine for now. When he speaks again, I listen carefully, "Well, you should probably talk to Pam Troy if you want the partying crowd. She knows everyone.”

“Some how, I have the feeling that this Pam Troy is probably a pom pom girl, snob and snooty… that is definitely not the type of person I want to help me plan my party but, I’ll still check with her and see if my thoughts are correct before sticking to my decision. People that make judgments without knowing a person are the most ignorant and annoying people in the world to me. And, those that often base their social standing around who fits in one category… again not cool. If I wanted that sort of life, I wouldn’t have turned down the offer to join the cheer squad here. I know I’ll want a live band, soda galore and chips etcetera.” I find myself replying readily; of course I knew who Pam Troy was. I’d had to research specific types of people especially since some were people my targets hung out with, others were enemies of my target and others were questionable.

"So, why are you traveling all the time?" Max asks and I am surprised at just how long it’s taken for him to ask the infamous question.

“I got kicked out of my last school, for one thing… The term many like to use is ‘Tia is a brilliant student but has authority issues.’ My parents are constantly traveling for business anyway, so when I got kicked out of school they choose a new place to try. My problem with authority issues has to do with people being disrespected, looked down upon or otherwise mistreated simply because of the fact that they are not of the same age as a staff member at a school… oh and the last school I kind of knocked out my gym teacher for deciding that he had the right to touch my ass. The first time I forgave him, figured he had done it accidentally, but… the second time… I wasn’t forgiving again.” I shrugged as I looked at Max, giving a slight smirk, “I might not be all that big, but when someone decides to do something disrespectful to me, the way he did, I managed to get a great deal of adrenaline pumping before I knocked him for a loop. My dad is into antiques so he’s always traveling all over the world… I’ve lived in many different states and countries. My mother travels through the US because she is a design executive working in some big fashion and interior design firm. They actually have a perfume line which isn’t bad. Mystery is actually a good scent, though they should really have made it into cologne instead.”

There, the next steps were in place. If they decided to have Alex check me out, what I’d just given would help him find that I’m legit. If they checked into the fragrance Mystery, they’d have proof that I was ‘serious.’ I just needed to get the chance to really settle in with this before I begin doing everything I need to in order to start my true observations and I had my own tech in mind, someone that the FBI didn’t use. He could make the bugs I needed and they wouldn’t be as easily detected as what the FBI units used. I wasn’t about to put them on to my contact though, if I did that then there would be some trouble. Especially, seeing as how the way he worked, he’d probably be arrested and forced into doing the work that he did for me at a small cost.

*Max*

Boy, this girl can talk. She might get on well with Maria. Or maybe not. Maybe there would be too much competition for 'airtime.' She goes on about not judging people although her assessment of Pam is pretty much dead-on. She turned down a spot on the cheerleading squad? Interesting. The way she looks, I guess it's not surprising that she was asked, but maybe she's a bit too 'goth' for that group. She wants a live band. The only one I can think of is Alex's. I don't know if that's what she wants, but I can suggest it.

I shrug, mentally, and then she starts going on about why she moved around. Problems with authority? Sounds just like Michael, except for the brilliant part. Michael is smart -- brilliant even -- but he never applies himself to school so he'd never get an evaluation like that. And getting groped by some teacher? Damn. I feel my bloodpressure rise just thinking about it. That is so wrong. Nobody should have that happen to them. I imagine it happening to Isabel or Liz -- Isabel could defend herself, although she'd get in trouble, too. Liz? I don't know. She's not exactly helpless but I don't know if she'd be able to defend herself the way Tia did. Hopefully, Liz would let me know if anything like that ever happened so I could help. Tia is very different and she doesn't seem to need help, but I'm just as upset thinking about someone doing that to her.

I pay close attention to the rest of what Tia says. Her parents' work, the stuff about the perfume. Most likely she is exactly what she says, but it doesn't hurt to be alert to the details, just in case.

"Wow," I say when she finally stops for a breath. "I don't blame you for doing that to your teacher. That's horrible what he did. They should have kicked him out, not you! And you actually knocked him out? Remind me not to make you mad," I add with a smile. There's a lot more to this girl than meets the eye.

"As for your party, I don't know what kind of music you like, but my friend Alex has a band. Maybe you can talk to him," I suggest.

*bump*

i second that bump

Will be trying to post when I get home from D*C. I'm half way home now. Stopped the night with a friend so we could get some sleep.

*Maria*

The object of my uninhibited affection raises his eyebrow provocatively and smirks, "Just thinking about how you are going to be later." I attempt to hide a blush by turning my head slightly. My goodness. We are acting like a couple of horny teenagers. Hmmm.. Well if the handcuffs fit... Those thoughts will only get me in trouble. "Down boy." I whisper the command before flashing him a sexy smile. My mother was completely right.

Space boy is definetely a vibrator. Now if only I could shut off the attraction for just a little while longer so we can at least pretend to listen to the lecture. Studying my lyrics book carefully I realize that there's something missing. I do a small dottle over the song title and grin boldly at my artwork. When I'm finished I see that Michael is staring absent mindly at Max and the new girl. Knowing full and well his suspicious nature I ask, " You don't think Max is grilling her for info do ya?"