Sweet Dreams are Made of This [Open]

Erik was the latest of the Jackson family to arrive at Beata. He sped across the country, all the way from New York, listening to some old songs from the 1980s. The one currently playing was Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics. It was a catchy song that his grandparents had listened to and had passed down to his dad, and now to him. He sped into the entrance to Beata and skidded to a stop, duffel bag almost flinging from his grasp. That wouldn't have been good, as his laptop and rest of his electronics where in there. Catching his breath, he sat down by the fountain and reached into his duffel bag, pulling out a small refrigerated container. Inside of it was a deli sandwich, still nice and cold. He began munching on that while he regained his energy. Looking around, he liked the quietness of the place, although he wondered if anyone was going to help him or if he was going to have to settle himself in. He would prefer the former, but if push came to shove, the latter worked just as well.

Kiki walked around the school grounds, looking for someplace quiet to eat lunch. She usually went in the forest, but after being interrupted there the other day, she decided maybe the entrance would be better. There usually weren't too many people milling about there. The red-haired teenager almost turned around when she saw a boy sitting on the fountain, but thought better of it. If I'm going to start making friends, I s'pose I should start now. No time like the present. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she brought her container of stew over to the fountain and sat a little ways away from him. She started regretting it the moment she did. Well, no going back. Becoming a little aware that he was kind of cute, she furiously fought off a blush and instead ate a spoonful of stew. Contemplating her potatoes, she spoke up to fill the silence. "Howya doin'?" she started, Irish brogue light and lilting. "Name's Kiki. I'm a tad new here, never seen ya before. What's your name?"

A similar blur crossed in front of the two, a red streak crossing their field of vision. A skidding sound could be heard from a distance away. A gust of air blew towards the students as another speedster screeched to a stop, leaving two distinct black lines on the cement and a lingering smell of burning rubber. Standing in front of them was a female student who seemed like she knew her way around. Red hair fell out of her pony tail almost as if she didn't even have it back, and eyes that seemed to glow. Her smile was bright and wide, pairing a pink cheeks that were most definitely not from embarrassment--but from exercise. Oh, and her shoes were smoking. But it appeared the girl did not care about that.

Instead of worrying about burning shoes, Felicity squatted next to the boy's duffle bag and began to make faces at the sandwiches inside. "How's it hangin' cuz'?" She took out a BLT sandwhich and plopped to the other side of her fellow speedster. "Who is your friend here? Girlfriend? Fiancee? Oh! I know. Wife!" The sandwich was gone within the moment, followed by Felicity's mutter to herself. "Why are shoes so freaking flammable?" Abruptly, she leaped to her feet and jumped into the freezing cold water, the hot sneakers hissing as it made contact with the icy liquid. "Soooooo not crash."

Erik heard a voice near him and he turned to face where the sound was coming from, spotting a girl sitting somewhat near him on the fountain, enjoying what he assumed was her lunch. He waved a hello and smiled."I'm Erik. I just got here. Pleasure to meet you," he said with a slight Russian accent. Despite his mom being 100% American, his dad was 100% Russian, which made Erik half Russian, causing his speech to be slightly accented because of his dad. It didn't bother him all that much, especially with Kiki's accent. Heavily Irish, he could tell.

Before Kiki could respond, however, a familiar blur raced by. 'Seems like I've been found by my family,' he thought, smiling to himself. Then, red hair stopped in front of the fountain and he recognized Felicity immediately. Her shoes were smoking the entire time she was talking, but Erik couldn't get a word in edgewise with the girl speedster between her taking a sandwich and embarrassing him by asking if Kiki was his wife. His face had turned slightly pink at that comment. "I just met this girl, Lissy. And are you seriously still using crash? I haven't heard that since we were kids," he told her, chuckling.

Kiki gave a broad smile at Erik's accent. Even though it was nothing like Irish, it made her feel a little more at home, definitely. It was nice to meet someone... well, nice. He was new too, huh? No wonder she hadn't seen him before. Nice to know it wasn't just her horrible memory for faces. As she opened her mouth to respond, a red blur sped by, abruptly skidding to a halt on the pavement, becoming a red-haired girl with smoking shoes- presumably from her previous breakneck speed. Well, at least I can tell what her power is, she joked to herself.

An uncomfortably warm blush covered her freckled face as the girl went on about her being Erik's... wife? Strange effing customs you have here in America. "I just met Erik," she protested almost immediately, voice overlapping with the boy's as he affirmed the same statement. Kiki looked curiously at the girl who had sped over. "'Cousin', ey? You two related?'"

The nickname earned Erik a swift punch to the shoulder. "I swear sometimes you are so on mode." She stuck out her tongue and sloshed around in the fountain until she was at Kiki's side, plopping down next to her--uniform dripping wet. "What? That loser? Yeah. One hundred percent related. Of course, I got the looks." Felicity flipped her ponytail in a mock gesture of conceded fashion.

The girl ducked her head to the side to stare down her cousin, one eyebrow raised. "And do you seriously still have that accent? I haven't heard that since we were kids." The girl threw the words back, a joking smile crossed her face. Who didn't give family a hard time?