When Lorna got stressed, she ate. When Lorna got bored, she painted her nails, rearranged her clothes, alphabetised her books before moving them back to preference, organised her socks, sorted her shoes, called her friends and possibly, if she was still looking for something to do after all that, she would read one of her books
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If he'd been able to think clearly, he'd have been able to reason that perhaps Lorna was the one manipulating the car. Hid mind, unfortunately, wasn't getting from Point A to B in his thoughts. So instead, he decided to figure things out his own way. Unfortunately, his way involved suddenly invading Lorna's personal space and immediately touching her to figure out if she was real or not. What a lovely impression he would be making.
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"Personal space, buddy, ever heard of it?" Lorna wasn't exactly offended, she just wasn't too keen on guys just crowding her -sure, in certain situations, the attention was nice, but this was not one of those situations and that was just a little weird.
Besides, she didn't know him from Jack or Bob or Dave.
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He didn't seem to quite hear Lorna, or if he did, it was as if from a great distance away. He was looking all around her, left, right, and up, but never once directly at her. When he finally did speak, it was more to himself than to Lorna. "I can see you. All of you."
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So maybe she wasn't being as nice as she could be, but the guy was clearly mental, or at least retarded. And he poked her, freaking poked her. She didn't even know his name and he was possibly looking at her? No, not cool.
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Normally a moving car wasn't exactly interesting-one without passengers that moved back and forth was. Looking around herself she tried to find the source of those weird movements; being in a base full of mutants it was highly plausible that someone was around using their powers. Her eyes fell on a green haired girl she hadn't noticed before, she had been busy digging a tunnel to freedom with a plastic spoon.
"Is that your version of rocking back and forth or do you just hate cars?"
Talking to someone was still better than trying to study, which showed her how desperate she really was.
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"This is just mindless power stimulation." Emma had taught her, in passing, that even just the smallest of actions with powers was good practices. Something as mundane as playing with the metallic parts of the car suited her fine, really.
At that point, honestly, talking to a brick wall would've been a step up.
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Frankly, her ideas of fun acitivities revlved mostly around things that weren't allowed in here and that didn't do much to raise her spirits. Repeating 'This is better than jail' over and over didn't do much to improve that.
"So, what's the special trick that brought you here?"
Talking to Angel had made her realize that she should probably pay more attention to her surroundings, especially now that she was surrounded by other mutants. And at the same time, maybe work on her people skills. Asking about her mutation was a safer bet than asking about her hair-being a redhead she knew exactly how annoying it was to have people ask if that color was real.
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"Yes, this is my mutant power, I control magnetism. It's neat." With a small scowl, she shoved the car, propelling it down the base and then stopping it almost a hundred yards away from the little army idiots. "Is this the show and tell part?"
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