Vanity watched Ange with wide red magenta eyes. She couldn't believe it... Did she finally have somebody to trust? Maybe even to call her special somebody. The thought made her all bubbly inside. Just as she reached to take Ange's offered hand the guard went to call in, what they called a "situation" about two patients that had threatened the life of a guard and were now causing a ruckus. Vanity used her power to break the walk-talkie by just glancing at it, and the guard slapped her out of anger. Vanity just stood there for a minute, her white hair covering her now brightened pink eyes. Now seeing what he had done, he tried slowly backing away from the girl who was now slowly turning her head to look at the guard. Her blood boiling.

As he turned to run, the other guards came into the scene. The one who hit her found himself slowly rising into the air, using the metal on and in his uniform. She was silent, her hair slightly "floating" around. "Put him down!" One of the guards yelled, pointing a shaky gun in her direction- as were the other guards. A small twisted smirk tugged at the corner of her lip as she proceeded to take the gun off of the guard in air and pointed his own gun at him. The guard in the air was squirming about in a frantic fear of being shot.

(ooc: sorry if it's too much x3
i had a dream last night and decided to use it in the role play~))