"Hey, watch where you're walking!" John hollered as he walked into someone, knocking them both to the ground. He looked up into a pair of icy blue eyes on the face of a girl about his age.
"You watch where you're going, jackass!" the girl he walked into spat. She stood up and held out her hand, which was lined with bracelets, to help him up. Mildly two-sided, but he thought that was alright. He took her hand and allowed her to help him up. She dusted off her clothes, which he took note as being a band tee and black ripped jeans, and held out her hand again, this time in a handshake. "Lucy Lawliet."
He shook her hand. "Saint-John Allerdyce, call me John."
The girl named Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Saint-John?"
John chuckled. "My parents weren't smart. So, Lucy Lawliet, you new here?"
"I got here yesterday."
"And…" He raised his eyebrows. "What can you do?"
Lucy smirked and touched a nearby lamp. The lamp flickered, and she seemed to drain the electricity straight out of it. She poked him in the arm, and it was like he had touched metal after rubbing a balloon.
"Ouch!" he yelped, rubbing his arm. "Electrokinesis?"
"Bingo. What about you?"
John clicked open a cigarette lighter that he had in his pocket, and drew the flame into his hand.
"Pyrokinesis," she said, more of a statement than a question.
John closed his hand around the flame, putting it out. "I can't create fire, though. Just control it."
Lucy smiled. "It's still badass."
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