<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Tyler-Hoechlin-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carter Neville<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Nitro<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ionic Hall, Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132832.msg6021919#msg6021919">Quote from: Water Lilly on 20-03-2012, 10:54:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm the only freak in the family, I'm afraid. So far, anyway..." She trailed off.  Using the word 'freak' reminded her of her dad.  And thinking about her dad was painful.  "My dad thought I was a freak.  And I'm pretty sure that's what killed him," she whispered, sorrow filling her eyes and turning them from hazel to brown. A single tear slid down her cheek.  She wiped it away with her fingertips, offering Carter a small apologetic smile.  "I'm sorry. I'm being such a baby..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Carter reached over, one hand moving gently to caress her cheek.  His finger scooped up the single tear she had shed, and he gave her a reassuring smile, his hand sliding down to take her own.  He squeezed it gently, his dark eyes watching her, as though he were unable to look away.  Seeing such raw emotion reminded him of his own painful past, and though he'd only just met Chloe, at that moment the amount of emotion they shared made it seem as though he'd known her for quite some time.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132832.msg6021919#msg6021919">Quote from: Water Lilly on 20-03-2012, 10:54:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"But, enough about me," the usually bubbly brunette announced with avid enthusiasm, slapping one of her hands against the plastic table top.  "I want to hear more about you....it must have been exciting growing up with a dad like yours. And did you always have your powers?  Your poor mum...I can just imagine her running around after a baby who could crawl at super speed.  She must have had the patience of a saint!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Carter laughed at her comment, though he was a bit surprised by the sudden change in attitude.  It was likely a long-practiced defense mechanism for the girl, to change expressions so quickly in order to turn attention away from herself.  Still, seeing that pretty face turned upward into a smile was much better than seeing it full of sadness.<br/><br/>"My powers didn't develop until I was thirteen or so..." he said.  "And my Mom stopped trying long before that.  If she needed me, she'd just have my father chase me down.  It's hard to run away from home when your own father is the only person on Earth who's faster than you are."<br/><br/>He chuckled again, his thumb gently sliding along the back of her hand.  It was then that he realized he was still holding her hand within his own, and with a smile, he slowly released his grip.  In a move that was both sudden and rather bold, however, he turned toward her and pressed his lips to her own, in a brief, but deep kiss.  When he pulled back, he was smiling still, and met her gaze once more.<br/><br/>"When am I going to get to spend more time with you, Chloe?" he asked.  "Lunch isn't going to be enough..."