Finally having satisfied Papa Brand's experimentation, Lamark has spent about a quarter of an hour resting his head, before he decides to go to the central room on the floor: The Cafeteria. [Two new people, in a very short while. Stella would've loved it,] he thinks with a sad smirk.To anyone who hasn't already seen him, Lamark is a kinda scrawny kid with a ghostly pale skin, having never really been exposed to natural sunlight. His eyes are orangey brown and his white hair is a short matt of thick, almost fur-like hair on his scalp. Two pronounced lines of blue curve back around his head, from behind the temples and over the ears.
"Oh, man. Here comes goat-face," someone in the crowd mutters.
For a moment, Lamark tenses and much to anyone who hasn't seen the transformation before's surprise, his face actually changes to that of a goat, with white fur and black horn knobs poking back. There's a short flash of sparks inside his closed fist, before the face reverts to human.
Dylan turns around, Melissa already out one of the doors, speaking with a doctor. He then noticed Lamark walking into the room. He gazes, Lamark might even catch on this stare. He takes in the features of Lamark's face. Ye slowly starts walking towards him. Not wanting to startle him. Lamark notices Dylan's turn and follows the gaze thoughtfully, then back at the new boy. He seems lost in thought for a moment, before heading over to a buffet offering prepacked trays of food. With a look of calm resignation, he takes the one labelled '13-2' and takes it to an empty seat. With little to no enthusiasm, he begins to eat.
Josh's table waves him over but he shuts them out completely. "You scared him. What did we tell you? No dumping such news on the newbies", sharp whispers can be heard given from Manny as Dylan passes them. He reached Lamark's table and pauses awkwardly Infront. He clears his throat and scratches his head before speaking up. "Are you number one? A friend of mine asked me to meet with you." His words fall out, as he stands there nervously looking around. Some of the doctors take notes from the beginning. Watching the interaction. Some children from behind are laughing behind their hands, with peculiar facial expressions not sure what to take of their interaction. Lamark stops eating, chews carefully and swallows silently, before meeting Dylan's gaze. His expression is one of wary study. He looks off in the direction Melissa went, before looking back at Dylan. "No? I'm 13-2. Who're you?" he replies, while studying Dylan's responses. As he realizes he's forgot a spoon for the wobbly cube that smells a bit lemony, he holds out his hand, his face changes to the goat-face again, and in the palm appears a spoon of something yellow, streaked with icy-blue. "My- what are you talking about?" Dylan takes a seat down at the table. He looks around and leans forward. "I'm Dylan. My friend said you were The One. I don't know what that means. Look man, I'm just trying to get answers..." Dylan trails off as he studies Lamark's features. Wonder falls onto his face, as he looks. Looking at the horns, the hair and his eyes. At the mention of a name, Lamark tenses and looks around. "Papa Brand and Mama Ashley don't like that. We have numbers. That's who we are," he whispers. "Dylan's.. not bad, though. How come you picked that one?" he enquires after taking a spoonful of the wobbly cube. Dylan raised an eyebrow at the new information he received. His mouth twitched trying to form words but he didn't know where to start. "Who told you that? Wait is that why they call you the One? Cause they think you're some sort of number?" Dylan asks, his eyebrows burrowing. He leans back and shrugs, with a small closed lip smile on his face. "I didn't pick it. That's just my name. Dylan. So what is this place? What do you do here, and what do you mean what's what we are?" He asks as he watches Lamark eat. "You're even stranger than Stel..", it bursts from Lamark, before he catches himself and looks anxiously around. He finishes his meal, before continuing. "That's.. just the way it is. It's always been like that. I've been 13-2, always. As long, as I remember. Over at the table there, are 10-8, 15-4, 06-8 and 12-7. The one with the anklet is 13-8. And you are? I'm not sure what you mean? This is, how things are? I mean, sometimes new people come from somewhere. I guess some could call me One, because I've been here since I was a baby. Like Mama Alexa's new one: 27-9; an infant that can disappear; or so I've heard. "Okay well my number is 18-8. Nice to meet you eh uhh sorry. It's gonna take me a second to remember your number. Stel? Is that your friend?" Dylan folds his arms as he listens. He looks around at the different people Lamark just pointed out too. Pounding on the thought that he was the first one here. Another thought hits his head. "You must have been lonely. What's your uh gift thing?" Lamark, goat-face showing and holding a yellow and ice-blue spoon that he just now literally pulled from thin air tilts his head a little and sends Dylan a look that even with the goat-features clearly says: "Really?" "Um. Manifestation. I can make things. Things that fit in my hand. And they last as long as I want, I just can't make more than one," he explains, patiently. The spoon vanishes in a small arc of sparks, and the face reverts to human features. "For some reason, the face change is a thing I can't do without.
Dylan's mouth opens slightly in surprise to Lamark's gift. He appreciates the talent and begins applauding it softly. His smile much wider. "That's really cool. The spoon, and the face too. You can make anything? Woah... do you know what a phone is?" Dylan asks in a questioning tone. He crossed his arms and leans forward. "My gift isn't harmful, so we good. Just don't touch my hands alright?" Dylan says this instruction but he looks all around over Lamark, avoiding eye contact while doing so. "A foam? It's something that forms on agitated liquids. A phone, is part of a vocalization; as in phonetics?" Lamark looks warily at Dylan's hands. He casts around with a nervous glance. "If it's safe, why can't I touch your hands?" Dylan looks down, his hair falling down. He begins chuckling and then he looks up and shakes his head side to side playfully. "No, it's okay. You probably wouldn't. I- I just don't know how it works yet, the doctor said I'm safe. He just said I should let engage in any sort of physical contact until training begins." Dylan says convincingly. A doctor walks up to their table. He smiles and looks at the two. "18-8 it's time for your shaving. We cut your hair. It's a symbolism of letting go of what's forgotten and growing what's known as rebirth. Your hair will grow back. Look at 13-2."Papa Gregg says. Dylan looks warily between the two. He waits for confirmation from Lamark. Lamark just shrugs and picks up his tray and takes it to a cleaning station. Finishing with the cafeteria, he returns to his room, clearly not comfortable around anyone else.
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Children of the New Dawn n-logy: Book 1 - Facilitated.
Fantasía"Walk in the world of those gifted, and live life as they do with what may be a curse. Years later, children have been diagnosed with strange abilities and live their lives serving for others. Forgetting and leaving their old selves in the past. Unt...
