[danielle jessica latourne]

Danielle was having a bad day. She was tired, a little depressed, and she missed her baby. He'd been such a smart little boy, already talking and almost walking. And then her bastard of a husband had stolen that from her for what?

She'd never know because he was such a coward that he'd killed himself.

She walked into the lounge and sat down on a couch, sighing. She really really wished she could have saved him, wished she'd had her powers then. It was a creul twist of fate that gave her such healing abilities after such an important person in her life had died.

Toying with her black fabric gloves a little, she sighed again and curled her legs under her. She pulled her wallet out of her pocket and opened it to look at the baby pictures she kept in there, her husband conveniently cut out of them.

He'd been so beautiful, with a head full of adorable brown curls and with lily-white skin - given to him from her, really. Her beautiful little baby. Dani fought back tears and sighed once more.

[aaron matthew palmer]

Well, It was a bad day for Aaron, too. Not for any reason, really- it wasn't something like a birthday, it wasn't any sort of anniversary of his and John's... People have bad days. Rocks might just have bad days, who knows? It's the cycle of life- Good days, Bad Days. You need the bad for you to see how good Good is; You need the good so you don't go insane with so much Bad in your life. When Aaron sinks into the depths of misery, everyone suffers, due to the fact that the closest he got to controlling his power over the weather was a slight breeze that may or may not have even been him. The way it was today, though... It was stormy outside. It was rainy inside. Aaron Palmer takes the phrase 'followed by a black cloud' very, very literally, sitting in the eating hall under a borrowed umbrella, the scowls he was getting from the people in the room also getting soaked making him feel no better. A cycle, right. The way he was feeling, this ever-moving wheel had gone on vacation for a while.

Letting the cheery yellow umbrella rest propped up between his shoulder and neck as he tried to eat his cold cereal, Aaron sighed softly, biting his lip and giving a short, wet shiver- He was soaked from head to toe, had been since he was awoken by his own thunder at eight in the morning. This rain had gone on for about... four hours now, he decided, seeing as it was almost noon. Surely, it would let up soon, right? Else, the Institution would flood. He must be draining the oceans with this much water. Quickly eating so he could leave the other poor, wet breakfasters in peace, the boy and his umbrella took the shortest route they could back to the boy's dorm, where Aaron took a long, warm bath- Well, It would have been warm, had it not for the downpour his current mental state had brought about. One thirty, and while the rain outside was still hammering into the lawn, while the rain inside was slightly letting up, There was still no stop, and Aaron was still feeling like shit.

The boy idly traveled over whatever hallway he could (They had barred him from any carpeted room when he brought the rain in with him; it took long enough to mop up the wooden floors) Watching the ground and dragging the sad, closed umbrella behind him. Long since discarding the heavy, sopping wet clothes he was in before, The eighteen year old was clad in blue swim shorts, a size too large for his narrow hips but nothing a minutely pull-up couldn't handle. But that didn't stop the cold from infiltrating his skin- Oh, it was cold. He couldn't see his face, but he felt as if his lips were blue, That it was only a matter of time before his teeth would start chattering, before he died... Okay, slight exaggeration. Aaron was known for that. Oddly enough, the thought put a slight smile on his face, which then caused the rain to falter for a moment, falling afterward onto his soaked black hair, making the locks stick to his forehead and the back of his neck. He gave a grim smile and a slight shiver that shook his bones, wondering; how long can this go on?

How long will he have to go through the day soaking wet? How many more bad days will he have where no matter where he went, he was rained on, stormed over? When will he control this 'power' of his? And most importantly- when does the boy get to go home? Home. It had been two years since He'd woken up in the white room, though it seemed much, much longer. He missed his family, his home, his bed... He missed his family. Roll of thunder outside, rain inside pouring down just that much harder. This was how Aaron cried, he guessed, seeing as he couldn't really remember a time when he actually had. All over the room, Flooding the building. Well... It had to be over eventually, right? He'd go eat some chocolate, listen to a happy record and that would be that. If only he had someone that wouldn't be afraid of getting a little bit wet... Someone to talk to.

He trudged down the hallway, the thin black cloud always hovering a few feet above him, Crossing his arms over his narrow naked chest for some form of warmth as he slipped into the lounge- wood floors, ad someone was always there. Problem was that he wouldn't be allowed to sit anywhere near the furniture, but he'd settle with lying on the floor for a bit. Biting his lip and surveying the surprisingly empty room, he came across the only person accompanying him- and she didn't look all that happy herself. "Hey, Dani," He greeted, giving a small smile as he leaned against the floral wallpaper, sliding into a sitting position and ending up crossed legged, water running down the bridge of his long, narrow nose in fat droplets. "Why so glum?"