Roswell Fanatics

Sicily

"A little touchy are we?" The guy says and he starts to change. I back up, my metal blades going back into there rightful place. I tilt my head to look at him. What the hell was he?

"Sorry." I mumble out still trying to figure out what kind of Mutant this was.

Michael

"Sorry," she says, letting up as her 'knives' retract back into her knuckles. Freaky. But cool.

"You should be," I say half heartedly, my anger and stress dying as I completely return to human, eyes and all. I don't really want to start a scene in the hallway, besides, enough people have stopped to stare.

"You shoot knives out of your hands often?" I ask, still eyeing her knuckles. I have never seen something like that before, and going to this school means I've seen a lot.

Jess

I didn't want to go here. I'm not an idiotic 'gifted' kid, at all, I mean, not even a little bit. So what I'm half wolf? That just makes me a freak, not 'gifted.' This school is poorly named. My mom dropped the transcripts on the table this morning, and told me that I had to drive myself, so here I am, sitting in an old beat up camry in the 'gifted' school parking lot. And I can tell that these kids are a lot like me. I mean, the guy in the car next to me just stretched and ended up stretching like three feet behind him. Not normal.

Now, if it wasn't the day before a full moon, and I wasn't cranky, I might have said hi. But I am in a bad mood, so I walk right past him and up into the school, heading straight for the office and not caring that a few kids are wondering who I am. When I get there, this lady tries to be nice about the fact that I'm new, but I just mumble out that I want my schedule and leave, a little rudely maybe, but she was annoying. I can already tell this day is gonna suck. And it's not like I'm gonna be here tomorrow anyways, I'll be out in the woods somewhere, running around and actually enjoying myself.

Letting out a sigh, I stare at the map she gave me, and realize I have no idea where i am. Great. Just great. I turn to the person next to me, angrily holding out the map. "Can you tell me where this is? I'm new." God, I hate this.

ooc: can be anyone

~Sicily~

"You should be," He says and I raise my eyebrow at him. Did he really just say that. And to me. "You shoot knives out of your hands often?" He askes.

I grab my duffle bag off the floor and look back up at him, "Only when I need to." I tell him. Or when I'm attacked, I tell myself.

Michael

"Only when I need to," she says, bending over to pick up her duffel bag. Well, for a girl who just attacked me with knives, she's pretty good looking.

"It's actually kind of cool," I admit shamelessly, smiling slightly. I mean, sure, I can teleport myself, and shapeshift, but those claw-knife things are pretty awesome.

"The name's Michael."

~Sicily~

"It's actually kind of cool," He says and I give him a smirk. "The name's Michael." Well, Michael was sure, fine. I just don't know If I should give him my name. Oh, well this is a school and he'll learn it soon, enough.

"Sicily." I tell him. "Some call me Sicil or 'Coltelli'." I say Cotelli with a grin, my father called me that for a long time. Coltelli, meaning Knives in Italian and him being an Italian man. I'll never forget him.

Michael

"Sicily. Some call me Sicil or 'Coltelli'," the girl says with a grin, and it's infectious. So far, this day isn't half bad. Had a near run in with death that ended in me talking to an attractive girl. Alright in my book.

"So, Sicily, you go here long? I've never seen you before."

~Sicily~

"So, Sicily, you go here long? I've never seen you before." He askes and I shake my head, "No, I just got here. Wasn't planning on staying, but I think I've changed my mind." I say smiling at him.

I start to rub my nuckles, for the pain is unbareable, but I try to hide it. I wouldn't want to come across as weak. I am not weak at all. It's just the pain. I should be used to it by now, but I guess i'll never get used to the pain.

Michael

"No, I just got here. Wasn't planning on staying, but I think I've changed my mind." Sicily says with a smile, and I just grin at her, nodding. She is so flirting with me now, and I have to say it's enjoyable. I notice she's been rubbing her knuckles for a few minutes now, so I mention it.

"Does it hurt when those come out?" I ask, a little quietly, in case she doesn't want the whole world to know. "Because, to be honest, when I shift it hurts a bit. The whole bones rearranging thing."

~Sicily~

"Does it hurt when those come out?" He askes quietly and I stop rubbing my nuckles. "Because, to be honest, when I shift it hurts a bit. The whole bones rearranging thing." I nod my head.

"Yeah, it does." I tell him and look away. I've never admitted to anyone that it hurt when my 'knives' came out.