Meditation With Flare

Stheno sighed, and shot more rounds of bullets. BAM! BAM! BAM! Click. BAM! BAM! BAM! Click. BAM! BAM!

Sycee took off her headphones and pressed a button on the training room wall, turning the huge room to her's in the Copper Head's hangout. Opera music filtered through the air, and she leapt on to the bed. Sycee sang with the artist, and sat in a crosslegged postion. Her pitch was slightly off, but the Italian words she sang were beautful and perfect.

Candice was quite bored.
She'd broken off from the chase for JR, but now she found herself unnoccupied and quite frankly, ready to rip the wall paper off of the mansion's elegant walls.

Wandering aimlessly through a corridor, a slightly off-tune melody reached her ears, spoken in some foriegn tongue.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Candice asked no one in particular, unwittingly approaching the training room's doors.

Sycee continued singing, and looked around the walls. The sound was great, and even catchy. She bobed her head and sang, smiling the whole time and braiding her hair.

Candice pinpointed the source of the singing to be behind a mysterious metal door that stood out like an eyesore from the usual wooden ones, situated in about the middle of a long, hospital-like corridor.

She laid her hand on the door knob and tried it hestatingly, careful not to make too much noise.
She frowned when she found it to be locked.

:: Damn...:: She thought. listening to the off-key singing.

A sudden idea flared up in her mind, one involving her fairly new 'gifts' of pyrokinetics.
Grinning, she tried to shrug the urge off, arguing rationally that it would be destroying school property, breaking rules if she where to act on this childlish impulse.

:: No, :: She thought stubbornly, resisting the idea for all she was worth.

That was when she realized her hand was already on the knob, glowing an unbearable white color as her hold on her powers dropped by some mischievious instinct.

Moments later, the knob melted off in her heated hand and the door swung slowly open.

Sycee waved, and continued singing. She got up, her eyes closed and her head bobbing, and revealed her tattoo perfectly. Still singing, Stheno took off a wall poster and an exact replica of her tattoo.

Candice raised her eyebrows at the sight of Stheno in a strange kind of hang-out, tearing posters off the walls while singing in a foriegn tongue.

Her eyes travelled to the tattoo and then back to Stheno's scaley face, mentally remembering how just a while before it had been covered in melted skin and flesh.

She shuddered.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her old english accent sounding stark compared to the beautiful, melodical Italian.

Stheno asked the computer to turn down the music, and smiled. When she spoke next, it was slightly accented. "Chilling out, Candice. Chilling out. This is where I used to live, or rather, a replica of it."

Sycee switched the music to Italian punk, but it was kept low. "Do you want to meditate? I need to myself, before I kill somebody."

Candice thought for a moment before dropping down to the floor in a cross-legged position.

"Alright, sounds fab," She said, unconciously using some old english slang left over from the boardings schools of yore.

"What do we do?"

"Alright, cool. Computer, switch settings to...." Stheno thought, and the room turned grey. "A hedge-maze. No sounds but an undertone of one of Beetoven's peaceful symphonies." The room shifted and changed to a labryinth made of plants. "Play meditation track five, too." Sycee sat down infront of Candice, and took on the proper position.

Candice watched her teacher with interest but said nothing, even as the walls melted away into a sort of bush-walled labyrinth.

"Find in a comfortable spot, and sit in a position you feel most comfortable in. Place you hands on your knees, straighten your back until perfectly vertical. Breathe from your diaphragm, on this count: One........In........Out.........Two........In.... ....Out........Three......... And so on. Close your eyes, and do not try to think of anything. Let your mind wander, and become one with you body. Ignore everything else, even if something cramps. Release all muscle tention, one at a time."

Stheno was already "at one" with herself, and was oddly a perfect picture of peace.

"Now, imagine that you are in a favoured spot when you were a child. Keep everything relaxed, and think of nothing but you in that place. Imagine everything down to the birds singing or the ripple of a puddle. This will be hard at first, but do not get frustrated if you cannot accomplish this. To make it easier, just imagine the place you are in now."

OOC: Ya'll don't mind me cutting in..i haven't the foggiest idea where else to post

Karl walked around on the grounds, walking proud almost as if he could see right through the sash that covered over where his eyes were.

Hearing two people speak, he headed in that direction. He needed to speak to people, no one ever wanted to be alone didn't they? Even if he had shut out all other emotions at the time.

"Hello?" He spoke clearly, then stopped. Sounded like they were busy, so he didn't speak again.

Stheno got up queitly, and touched Candice on the shoulder.

"Keep going. This is hard at first, just be paitent, and try not to kill me again." She wispered, and aproached Karl noislessly.

"We're doing meditation, if you want to join us. I'm just trying to do a one-on-one with Candice, but I'll do it with you later, if you want, kid."

Romana was walking about the manor unaware of what she was doing (or for that matter that her body was acting on instincts trying to kill people) on the Astral Plane. She found this particular group of people interesting. Unlike everyone else who seemed to be grey they were glowing the colors of balanced Chakras that were ready for meditation. Romana still unaware touched one girl who was talking to a girl named Candice. Her touch sent a flood of images of the going ons of Romanas body and where her spirit was unaware that it was sending her the message.

Stheno winced, and growled something in Italian. "Shit, what the hell was that?"

Sycee's mind was enraged that a telepath or whatever would try to do what they were doing, but instantly calmed. "What do you want, cara?" She muttered, frowning.

Romana spoke to her in Italian "I need help, I got drunk on wine and I sliped out of my body nad now I can't get back in. I'm think my body is with a man named JR please go to my body and pull on the silver chakra cord. I am too weak to do it myself."

"Him?!" Stheno said loudly in Italian, her eyes glowing in her rage. "Candice, Karl, I'll be back in a moment. Whoever you are, come with me..."

Romana had heard what the girl asked and followed her. "What is wrong?" Romana asked in Italian.

"He kinda fried the damn door, and resisted to be calmed. On top of that, he ran away from his problems." Stheno growled, still in Italian.

"You know, you look familar.....Did you run a gang?" She pointed to her own open back, smiling lightly. "Or a mafia?"

"Don't tell anyone but I am the Grandaughter of the woman who runs the Gussi Crime Family. My name is Donna Gussi." Romana then began to wonder if her grandmother had picked up on the tracer yet.