School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

It was so...different, having someone that would actually talk to him...wouldn't stop actually. Ryan watched Angel with amusement but his face showed nothing. "Anywhere sounds good to me as long as I can eat soon...I haven't eaten for two days." He admitted sullenly.
 
"that's fine. I don't mind, but let me know if I talk to much okay." angel gave a light laugh." so where we headed Ry Ry. huh I like that nickname." she smiled in a sly way and looked at him to see if he had reaction to his new nickname.
Ryan turned and turned to face Angel, a frown on his face. "My name is Ryan...not anything else. Okay? Please just call me by my name, thank you" he turned and kept walking
 
" yay!" she jumped up in excitement." jack'n 'the box. come on its about a half a block away. " she smiled and walked ahead of Ryan looking around the corner to see the restaurant. her eyes glowed and she walked in the restaurant. she pulled out a few bucks of her own and gave them to Ryan." sorry I have to contribute, its in my nature." she gave weak smile and walked up to the counter and ordered something for all of them.
 
Amber followed the two, smiling gently as she listened to them. Just like the kids at the orphanage She thought and looked around at the other people. She hoped her power wouldn't show up when she was inside the building
 
Ryan pulled up his hood as the entered the building. He knew it wasn't polite, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He didn't like to be with lots of people who might recognise him from missing posters. Or perhaps the sheriff's office.
He let Angel order for them and went to find a booth in a corner where he could see the entrances. His sea green eyes scanning for any who took notice.
 
angel grabbed the tray and sat down at a table and sectioned out the food in equal amounts." so can either of control your ability's?" she said with a mouthful of burrito.

Ryan took a big bite of his food. It was delicious. He tried to think if what he could do would be defined as 'control'. He swallowed and shrugged. "I'd say yes...but not as good as I wish I could be. I've spent years trying to understand what I can do...but..." He stopped. He had never told anyone about his abilities. Why would he want to talk about it to two girls he just met?
 

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