Jun 18, 2011 13:57
A watched pot never boils but Jesse couldn't help himself. He wanted it to be official. He wanted his powers. It was killing him. What would it be? Maybe he would be able to fly. Maybe he'd be able to teleport or shape shift. Maybe he would be a firestarter or super strong. He felt like he was 11 again dreaming up the different possibilities. Whatever it was he just hoped it would be cool because more than anything else, Jesse wanted to be on the team.
Most of the others developed their powers when they hit puberty or when some tragedy happened. For Jesse, it wasn't quite so flashy. In fact, the changes were so small at first that he didn't notice what he was doing. Pickles appeared on his burger on the second bite but he thought he just missed it tucked under his lettuce. His shirt shifted to the perfect shade of blue to match his eyes. A cranberry juice stain came out without trouble. Just little things he wanted, things he was thinking about, that came to pass. It wasn't until he went in for chow, saw what was being served and wished that it was steak burritos instead that Jesse made his debut.
The chef was not amused but Jesse was on cloud 9. At first he was just stood amazed as the food on the line shifted from some kind of pasta dish to Mexican food then he let out a boisterous laugh and started going nuts. "Did you see that?! Did you fucking see that?! I just... I don't even know what I did but it has to be me, right? I mean I was just thinking that I wanted burritos and bam!"
[plot] operation worldwipe,
sarah 'ophelia' mayspring,
spc jesse dylan