veritascott:
As always.
So sweet!
Not seen you about in a few days…been up to anything fun that I would want to hear about?
christian-wood:
I’m sorry, that’s— that’s awful.
Welcome to Tate. You’ll love it here.
veritascott:
Shut up.
Feeling the love this morning.
veritascott:
Nothing?
‘Kay, thanks for the tip. Think I’ll skip breakfast, not really hungry.
Worst meal of the day to skip but alright…
christian-wood:
Really?
You don’t talk to them, you don’t touch them. And don’t attempt to leave. You try and even touch the gate separately us from everyone else and I’ll have to visit you in the infirmary.
I’ve seen it.
christian-wood:
Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.
Oh and don’t piss off the guards!
They’ve put more students into the infirmary in the past month than anything else.
christian-wood:
No, it’s quite alright… I’m glad you’re telling me. It’s better than not knowing at all.
Yeah…you need to be aware around here. Or as aware as you can be cut off from the rest of the world.
christian-wood:
Pretty much.
So… What are some of the things people have been through, then? I mean, I’d consider what you’ve been through to be pretty harsh…
Well I can’t go into private stuff…but the academy as a whole was pretty much attacked the whole of last year from humans from Redwood, the government and this psychotic group called the Society who all pretty much wanted us dead.
There was the petrol bombing…the one where they tried to tag us…my brother got shot as well. I’ve had broken ribs and he was in a wheelchair. And we were lucky. Sorry, this is not a good welcome at all, is it?
christian-wood:
Bloody hell.
I’m sorry.
Sorry? Don’t be - you didn’t do anything.
Most people here have been through something. Mine is quite minor to be honest…I guessed you missed out on all that since you were brought straight here, huh?
christian-wood:
So they really hate us, huh?
They really do.
My own mum threw me out the house and in between the taxi and these gates I was attacked from a group of humans from Redwood. What did I do to them? Nothing. All I did was exist.
christian-wood:
I suppose I haven’t really grasped the fact that I’m a mutant yet.
Well, grasp it fast and start practising!
A mutant who can’t use their power is just a human that humans hate. You’ll have no chance.
christian-wood:
Yes, yes, I know. Still, I’m not really used to any of this.
You can freeze things, that’s a bit harder to grasp than mine. It’s physical.
If you think mine is weird you are going to have a hell of a time.
christian-wood:
Yeah, ah.
I’m not going to randomly use it or anything if you think that’s the case. You can keep your dirty little secrets. I told you I don’t use it.
christian-wood:
Ah.
Ah?
christian-wood:
Oh, right, so that’s your mutation? Getting information?
Logorrhea Inducement. Basically I can make you talk and you can’t stop until I let you stop.
First you’d tell me what you were just thinking about, then you’d go deeper. Things you were thinking about earlier, secrets you think about a lot. You wouldn’t have time to lie. I would get everything I need before you collapse, exhausted.