I Did It My Way (open)

[taylor mckenna]

"And now, the end is near. And so I face the final curtain. You cunt, I´m not a queer. I´ll state my case, of which I´m certain. I´ve lived a life that´s full. I've traveled each and every highway. And more, much more than this I did it my way..."

The pounding music of Sid Vicious's early punk, cranked up to maximum volume, shook everything in the recreational room if not a few of the other rooms down the hall. Taylor McKenna sat in one of the sofa chairs, eyes closed, intently focusing on the beat. This was one of his favourite bands, but today his focus was not on the words, but the sound. Concentrating on the abilities deep within him, Taylor tried to time his breathing with the beat. It was difficult at first, but soon enough he was breathing in tune. From there it was a matter imagining his the air in his lungs rising through his body and under his skin. Of course it was all in his head, but that was the idea. He needed something more substanial than the idea of a 'super power' and breathing just came so natural, Taylor decided to make that his foci for this exercise.

Eyes shut tight in intense concentration, nothing else existed to him save for the beat of the music and the timing of his breath. With the idea of sensation of his breathing running all along his body, Taylor maintained that though while allowing his breathing to return to normal. The timing of his breaths and the beat seperated, but Taylor kept the beat central in his mind. It felt like the hair on his arms dancing to Sid's malicious melody. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see if this had worked. It was dim, but his skin was slightly aglow, pulsing faintly to the music. With a smile of satisfaction, Taylor closed his eyes, continuing the focus. The light from within his body grew brighter and brighter, expanding outward and retracting back in to the music. Taylor could feel the sound inside his head, and through his closed eyes could see the lights.

A great smile grew across his face as he fell deeper into his success.

[Belle Devior]

And I'll swim the ocean for you;

Sitting in the kitchen of the school Belle had gotten out a coke for herself. She felt like she needed to refresh herself. She had just gone for a run around the school and she completed it in record time. Happy with what she had accomplished she sat down on a stool in the kitchen. Feeling that her drink wasn't as cold as she wanted it to be, she used her power to make it colder. She felt the energy leave flow through her body to her arm, downwards and out through her fingertips. Once the drink was cold, she lifted it upwards and began to take a sip from it.

Seeing no one else in the kitchen she wondered where everyone else was today, it wasn't like there was a field trip today..or was there. She wasn't sure. Standing up she headed down the hallway and began to see if anyone was even around. Hearing music coming from the recreational room, and it was loud. She wasn't sure who would have their music turned up that loud, especially in a school, where other people live too. Heading down towards the recreational room she became less focused on where everyone else was, but who was in that room, and why were they listening to their music that loud. Not that she really cared, she sometimes enjoyed her music loud, she just tried to enjoy it in places like her room. Where she thought no one was bothered.

Coming to the recreational room Belle stopped in the doorway and took a sip of her coke. She watched as the person, who was starting to take on the shape of a man, was seeming to be glowing. She didn't see anything, she just stood there. She didn't know if it would be worth her while to stay or if she should just leave and let him be. Listening to the music he had blasting she began to listen. They actually weren't that bad, sure they weren't really her thing, but she believed having an open mind when it came to music or anything was a good thing.

"Hey, who is this?" Belle asked, with a small friendly smile on her face. She was hoping that he wouldn't be mad or upset with her, but she wanted to make more friends and she thought this would be the perfect time to try. Waiting for a reply, if she was going to get one, she took another sip of her coke.