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Family. Could she talk about her family and how she ran away? Oh sure she could talk about her cowardice, right after she sat down at one of the stools near the counter. The wood made a screeching noise when it was pushed across the tile. "Sorry." She mumbled, adjusting herself on the chair and tucking her ankles behind one another. "It's not a big deal." Twyla smiled at Maya to show her that she could talk about this. A hand patted the stool next to her. The girl downed the rest of her hot chocolate before she began speaking.

"I was at a party when I discovered my powers." She fidgeted, remembering that Friday night back home. "We were playing Truth or Dare and somehow I picked dare and some of the guys thought it would be funny if I spent a few hours in the old Johnson house--it was deserted and it was supposed to be haunted and all that stuff. I did and then they thought it would be funny if they tried to scare me. I'm really, really scared of the dark." She rolled her eyes and laughed a half living laugh. "I didn't know it was them, so I tried to hide. When they walked in the room I was in they didn't see me, I looked down and realized why..." Twyla looked at her hands for a moment and then shrugged. "I left home the next day. Nate drove me into town and I hopped the next train out east. He didn't know what he was doing...I ran away. I'm a coward." Another laugh and a smile. It was weird to talk about, she'd never told anyone that story before and she felt ashamed of how it sounded.

"And now I'm here." Twyla shrugged again and skipped talking about all the traveling she did in between that first train and the Mansion. Turning back to Maya she asked: "Am I allowed to ask you the same question?"

Things are going to get busy for part of this week. I've got a Forensics competition tomorrow night and the next night a basket ball game. My posting will probably be minimum to none until Wednesday (unless I have time in Study Hall). I figured I'd put a heads up here in case I don't get back until Thursday or Friday.

This affects Twyla Ashby and Van S-A.

(Henrietta Braun will also be affected by these things as we are Play Acting together and are both cheerleaders)

Twyla's cheeks tinged themselves a light pink when Maya said something about falling for her evil plot again. Part of her was still in shock that she'd just kissed a girl. When had she magically decided she liked girls? Well...a girl. Singular. Was it different if she only liked the one? It didn't really matter, the deed was done. No turning back now--not that she really felt the need to. Things were what they were and Twyla didn't mind them, she kind of liked them actually.

The blond relaxed when the other girl began talking about what was going on in her head. "That sounds oh so very familiar, actually." Hmmm...asking someone out. An image of Helen, once of her fellow dance team members who also happened to be her class' biggest flirt, popped into Twyla's mind. How did Helen do it? And then the image vanished. She'd never actually seen the redhead hook a boyfriend, only heard about the dating and the breaking up that went on once she'd forced her perfectly manicured nails into her newest victim. Whatever Helen's approach was, Twyla had a feeling it wasn't her style.

"Girls with information share that kind of stuff, the rest of us just kinda stand back and watch the goings-on. I've never actually seen people start to go out--the only public things I've seen are the displays of affection and the break ups. As far as I know people magically hook up one day so they can crash and burn hot in about a week." She shrugged. "I'm not the girl to ask about this since I've never done anything remotely similar with anyone." As if to herself, she added: "Maybe Nate would know..." Because Nate was an ever flowing fountain of mythic wisdom unsurpassed by any--and he'd had a girlfriend for every occasion since his freshman year of high school. She sipped at her mug as she contemplated things silently to herself.

Juka Miami, as he (and Henri) introduced himself (the man in the purple pants) bowed. Instantly Twyla's hand dropped to her side. 'Vision' and bowing? How very...elegant? In response Twyla did the best curtsy she could muster in over sized sweat pants. "Nice to meet you, Juka." She straightened herself up and turned to Henri. "Now that you say that I think I've seen him around..." She trailed off, thinking on the matter. She'd probably seen him around--just been too distracted by everything else to make his acquaintance. But even if she really hadn't seen him around she'd seen the dress her friend was talking about and that connection was as good as one she could have forged between the two of them in person. Someone who could get Henrietta out of her trendy clothing and into something more unique was good in Twyla's book.

Spared him of that fate? Twyla thought not. She had a mission--to rid herself of the pudge that in her mind had grown to a twenty pound gain that made her look terrible (it really wasn't that bad at all). That mission was not going to be compromised by one of Henri's random acquaintances. If he wanted to talk to them he was going to do it while they worked her ass off--their asses off.

So Juka wanted to be a super hero? Funny thing...Twyla shared a similar goal. Thinking on her feet about the whole conversation and the beautiful room full of gymnastics equipment down the hall she made a decision to extend an invitation to the man who used such colorful vocabulary. "Well, Henri I think we should warm up...and play in the block pit..." And on the bars...beam...vault... "If you wanted to," She turned again to the man. "You could join us. If you don't usually work out you're gonna want to start slower and we're just getting back into it." The girl smiled but there was a determination in her eyes that made them almost hard, the pudge would start to die this day.

Twyla started walking toward the door, she was excited about that block pit. it brought back so many memories of her younger gymnastics practices when somersaults were still new.

Any doubts she had about what she was or was not supposed to do were pushed from her mind as soon as Maya reacted to the kiss. Soon her loose braids were coming undone and she was pressed against the other girl. Her own hands finally found their places--one rested on the arm around her waist and the other hesitantly lighted on Maya's shoulder. Kissing Maya and kissing Gawain were strangely similar, probably because they were the same person. It did feel a little different, being close to Maya but it wasn't a bad different it was just new different. It felt just as good as the night at the club, only this time when they came up for air she didn't feel the need to run off to the bathroom to stare at herself and think.

Wow. That was a good word for the situation. Twyla laughed when she felt the other girl's breath on her face. She opened her eyes first, and stared at Maya's neck for a moment before pulling her face away. Her hands stayed where they lay for a moment before she untangled herself from the embrace.

"That hot chocolate is going to get cold." Another laugh. A hand came up to touch her lips, they were slightly swollen and she could tell that her eyes were unfocused. The brown orbs looked dazed and that matched the half dopey smile on her face. The butterflies were back, but this time they were giddy.

She wanted to call Nate and she wanted to jump on Henri's bed and giggle like a little girl.

It was a party in the living room because right after Twyla spoke Henri came padding into the room looking half asleep. Soon the brunette had introduced herself, reminding the oh-so-groggy blond that she should probably have done the same. Words almost flew out of her mouth but some part of her noted that this was rude and so she waited for Henri to finish talking and for Emerald's little sister to speak before she threw her name in the mix. Less confusion that way. Less work on her part. Less work was good work.

Twyla sunk further into the couch when Ruby (she revealed the name Twyla couldn't remember) got excited about her friend's height. Yeah, yeah. Tall people were overrated in her book. This opinion was kept to herself as Ruby continued answering questions.

Suddenly there was a magazine in her lap. Twyla sat up more and decided it would be worthwhile to speak at this point. "I think I'd like to build a robot...it would burn my calories for me." She smirked in a way that somehow looked tired at Henri. "I'm Twyla by the way...and yes, we were the girls chillin' with your sister the other day. I'm glad that made her happy." This time her smile was large and she looked at the younger girl for a moment, blinking slowly. She realized that staring was weird so she turned back to the magazine on her lap. Thumbing through it she scanned some article titles. "This looks really interesting..."

Forgetting Henri had asked her a question earlier, she suddenly burst out in her exhausted voice: "I couldn't sleep." As if that was all the explanation she needed to give on the subject. Her nightmares weren't something Twyla wanted to talk about at that moment.