Nestled within the district of Old Braford, James Duncan High is a relatively new educational institution founded in 2012, but it's worth can't be counted in years, but it's purpose and facets. Named after the famed and fallen hero American Star, James Duncan High functions a revolutionary magnet school, it's stellar curriculum catering to the needs of two populations: nonpowered and powered students.
It's facilities carry a old-world traditional sense of architecture meshed with cutting edge technology and alluring and smart decor, such as a holographic display above the dual sets of fountains near the front of the building bearing the various deeds of heroes throughout the day within the news. It's overall structure is a initial brickwork outlined by solid titanium plating, mixed with other alloys often provided by scientific heroes as it faces reconstruction.
Walking though the halls, a student would be introduced to the necessary locations within the school grounds by a onsite AI named ESSI,or Educational Systems and Security Interface. Classrooms aside from the obviously different standards of Fine Arts are equipped with desk interfaces that stream a miniaturized version of the smartboard lesson, and are detachable for greater ease of access.
It's cafeteria is outlined with the school's colors of Red and Gold, bears fully stocked and functional kitchens, televisions that display local and school news, and a pristine view of a large open air courtyard along it's perimeter that is used to hold dances, and separates the main school from the gym and sports facilities.
Considered by many to be the 'holy grail' of the establishment, the school's gym is shaped in a large hexogonal chamber that functions during regular classes as a ordinary space for workouts and assemblies with rising bleachers, but during powered sessions is a fully functional, self contained danger room. To ensure safety, ESSI's presence monitors the facility, and it can only be triggered to this state by a staff member.
It's fine arts department is also notable, as aside from a Orchestra and Art hallway, Digital Media Room and Auditorium, it's Drama organization is it's pride and joy aside from it's stellar football team, the James Duncan All Stars. Currently pacing before class starts within this room is a rather stressed Rosella Burdelon, who awaits the results of her audition for the role of Elphaba in the school's first production of Wicked.
Despite the relative irony of her role, Rose aims to do the best she can, though she is rudely reminded that competition brings out the best of the worst in people, as resident mean girl and former friend Madison Groves strolls in. Clad in a fashionable black nearly see-through blouse and semi short gold silk skirt, partnered with knee high black heeled boots, and full lengths of steely blond hair and piercing grey eyes, Madison's model like attire grossly parallels that of Rose's.
Bearing a simple fully zipped amber leather jacket, powder washed blue jeans, and simple white sneakers, Rose can practically feel the derision dripping from the former prep school student and teen model, a cruel opinion she voices to a now fuming Rose.
"Hmm, did you come with the jacket, or did Goodwill have a bundle policy we don't know about?" Madison mocks with a red gloss lipped smile, not expecting a icy retort from Rose.
"Probably worth more than the dogshit concealer you used, or did you just smear some caviar?." She hisses, internally smirking at Madison's rebuff.
"My concealer is Cle de Peau, Rosie. One bottle was probably worth more than your gypsy camp!" Rose blinks at the insult, before simply shaking her head at the girl, muttering in french before replying.
"One, I'm French creole sweetheart, not that you have the brains to even spell the phrase. And two, I'd slap you, but contracting herpes is not on my list of things to do today, Madison." She states in a rather expert Boston Brahman accent nearly identical to Madison's own, who opens her mouth to retort, but chooses silence as they move to their respective seats, as students file in, as does the teacher, ending the verbal war.
And so, let first period begin.
((And for clarification, let your character's first period be anything actually, wherever you choose, and don't worry about keeping it timely, just post as you go through their school day however you choose! :) ))
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Stepping off the bus there was little to tell that the teen aged Robert was a bit more then normal. Baggy jeans, sneakers, a white t shirt, blue hoodie, and black back pack. That was until you spot his back. The glow from the fiberoptics of his cybernetic spine shone through the fabric of the shirt, up to his bald head where it connects to the back of his skull with metallic spider like webbing of metal and faint blue nano cords seen under his skin. His viser connected to the metal band that ends at his ears and on his left arm he had a wearable computer gauntlet like device. He pulled up his hood over his head trying to hide his shaved condition. Without warning a crumbled up paper wad came flying and thought it was aimed for the back of his head he leaned to the left just in time to avoid being hit. He even caught it with his right hand and tossed it into the trash can he was passing.
Just another morning at James Duncan High.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Toni Mercer didn't have the figure of either Rose or Maddie, but that was perfectly understandable. The clothing he usually wore could be thought of as "unisex", and most of the people who realized he was male assumed he was gay. Not that he had a problem with people making that assumption, as long as they kept things civil...
Toni smiled and nodded at Rosie as he found his own seat. From his pack he pulled out two sheets of music. Which one would he use for the audition? Fortunately, being in the middle of the alphabet he had time to decide. He hoped he wouldn't choose the same one Rose did; he had gotten the role of Viola in [I]Twelfth Night[/I] and didn't find out until later that Rose had wanted it. Ah, well, at least she had beaten Maddie for Olivia.
Which would she choose? Elphaba was the lead role, but from what he'd learned last week it was hitting the nail a bit squarely. Finally, he went with his gut instinct, and put "Popular" on top. If he guessed wrong, he had a fifty-fifty chance of being able to change it, depending on which end of the alphabet the auditions started on...
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Rose smiles to Toni as he enters, but takes a moment to note his music choice, commenting quietly from her seat beside him.
"Oh, I chose No Good Deed, but don't let that stop you." The statement would earn a scoff from Madison, who inquires incredulously.
"Please, you? As Elphaba...dearie, you shouldn't strain yourself." She mocks, which earns a equally icy retort from Rose.
"And you think you can pull it off? Last time I checked Elphaba wasn't loaded with silicon." She insults, earning quite a few 'ooohs' from the rest of the classroom. Madison, not yet yielding, simply turns to switch targets, staring down Toni like a snake.
"Oh give me a break fruit loops, at least she can carry half a note." She hisses, adding. "But I suppose you have better taste in clothes...for your standards I suppose." Any other comments she could have lobbed are effectively cut off when she makes an attempt to plop into her chair, instead hitting the carpet hard on her backside, but the chair didn't seem to move...almost as if it phased through to those with otherwordly senses.
Fuming as she stands and trying to recover from embarrassment, Madison manages to right herself into her seat as the drama teacher arrives. A youthful and beautiful woman in her mid thirties or late twenties, Olivia Hall carries a certain grace as she walks appropriate to the mannerisms of a former Broadway performer who cut her career short with an early retirement to further pursue teaching the art of acting.
Wearing a simple scarlet midlength conservative summer dress and black pumps, one would have believed she stepped out of a beachouse villa and not a neat office where she had spent the first ten minutes of class angerly demanding props needed for the Wicked production a week late. Sweeping her auburn hair behind a beautiful but makeupless face, Miss Hall smiled to her class before reaching her clipboard/datapad, beginning to call out the names to audition for the play, and leading them to the auditorium.
After a few students returned, Rosella was called, who gingerly walks out of the room, music sheet in hand, before returning roughly six minutes later with a face of quiet thought. Names are tirelessly but energetically read out, before she finally comes upon Toni's.
"Toni, are you ready?" She asks with a smile, gesturing to the open door before Rose comments. "Just remember to breathe and not to overcomplicate the piece, you'll be fine!"
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In the auditorium, Toni passed the sheet music to the pianist. Unfortunately, Maddie wasn't in the auditorium at the moment; she'd have made a perfect target for some of the innuendoes. On the other hand, best to keep it as intended. He sang the piece contralto (well within his usable range), and did, he thought, fairly well.
But for some reason, after completing the song, he thought he should have picked something for Fiyero...
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Miss Hall smiled to Toni, taking a moment to note.
"Very nice Toni, and the dynamics were sound. I really can't nitpick here...but I was wondering why not Fiyero? What made you choose Popular?" She inquires with her everpresent honeylike tone, making it clear that brief stardom didn't change how she treated anyone, and she was generally interested.
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The door suddenly busts open and a simple "Sorry i'm late, teacher." Could be heard. The door opener stepped in and revealed to be Venomscale aka Damon Blake. He was a reptilian humanoid, with dark green scales covering his body, except the front where he had just horizontally striped though skin, colored tan. He also had a reptilian tail covered in scales. His hands and feet were clawed, and his eyes are red with black vertical stripe pupils. His head resembled a lizard much more than a human. He was wearing a sleeveless brown leather vest and blue jeans held in place by a black leather belt. He didn't have any shoes due to his clawed feet. He walked to a chair to sit down and once he had gotten closer a small dent in his scales on the left shoulder could be seen, as if someone had attempted to stab him with a knife.
"Good question. After all, I need to exercise the lower end of my range, as well. I suppose it was just the habit of going for a showier number." Toni considered that possibility that Miss Hall was a mind reader. He couldn't think of a good reason to dismiss the idea...
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Assuming Venomscale's schedule was right, he would have arrived in the Gym, during a powerlifting session, with the coach too busy drilling into other late arrivals to notice his own, giving him time to get to work at a bench pressing station.
Elsewhere, Miss Hall simply smiles as she replies. "Well I see no point in arguing your decision, and yes, for your information, I am a telepath..that's part of the reason I left Broadway. You couldn't go an inch across that stage without hearing what everyone thought of you, no matter how good or grand your performance was." She reveals in a subdued tone before adding with a wry smile.
"But for now shall we keep that a secret, most staff members know it, but I would prefer to leave it a surprise to Miss Groves and the like." She can't suppress a sneer at the end of the sentence, showing that she clearly wasn't fond of the venomous girl. Shaking her head, she states in her usual and kind tone.
"This is probably the part where I add you can come and talk to me at any time, but you already know that I imagine?" She smirks.
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Then Venomscale didn't sit down at a chair, but walked over to a free bench pressing station and screwed on all the available weights at his station, beginning with the heaviest ones and ending with the lightest ones. He started lifting the weights easily, thinking:"What's the point of this... it's too easy."
Venomscale would be interrupted in his workout session by James Duncan High resident varsity football star and bully opposite of his girlfriend Madison Groves, Kyle Coleman. Clad in a unflattering wifebeater and oversized blue gym shorts, Kyle swept a hand through his spiky red gelled mohawk and sneered down at the lizardboy, sauntering over with his herd of fellow bullies/ingrates, commenting loudly.
"Sup scaley, how was bathing in the sewer last night?" He insults, earning groan inducing laughs from his pack.
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Venomscale stopped lifting and looked at the bully. "Your mouth is full of shit, i think you were in the sewer last night." He replied, while clenching his hands into fists, careful not to scratch himself with his own claws.
By now Robert Jones was in the Gym as well doing warm up stretches hearing Damon Blake "Got to warm up before doing the big league Damon." Then hearing Kyle "Or you strain something like Kyle did with his brain."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Toni nodded. "That did seem implied, yes. And of course, I figure you'll give me whichever role you think will make the better play, or teach us more, or maybe both?"
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Miss Hall smiles as she answers his questions.
"All of the above, and I think I have just the part, though you'll get your role tomorrow; got to build up SOME suspense now." She jokes, before leading him back to the Drama room, in which he is gently and kindly ambushed by a smiling Rose and a not so happy Madison, who's presence feels icy to say the least. Madison speaks frist, much to Rose's chargin, as Miss Hall takes the next student to the auditorium, though giving Toni a clear look and message: 'If she gets out of line, simply beep me.'
"So, assuming you didn't flop the entire thing I suppose your my only competition. besides gypsy queen over here.." She mocks, with emphasis on the word gypsy, as Rose simply flips Madison the bird whilst addressing Toni.
"Excuse the dog, she hasn't had the tact to be spayed yet. And I'm sure you nailed it Toni...but don't think this means I won't try any less harder to show you up." She smiles to him, a clear look of genuine friendship passed as she walks away, sitting promptly to look through her sheet music, examining notes for future improvement. Meanwhile, Madison simply glares him down as she challenges.
"If you have any dignity left, I suggest dropping out of the play now...then again, it'd be fun to traunce you both. Ciao, fruit loops." She deadpans on the last statement, before sauntering over to her own flock to compare notes on their auditions.
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Kyle simply chuckles as he returns his gaze to Venomscale, not even bothering to look in Robert's.
"Naw, I'm good, you probably molt down there and get busy with some gators or some shit. And stay out of this software, go zap a fly or hide in the computer lab."
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Damon then said:"You are far too ignorant. And i'm not sure you even know what ignorant means." He then got down on all four and stood that way for a moment, but then hissed and leapt forward whit great speed to deliver a straight punch to Kyle's nose. Note that Damon has super strength.
Kyle was sent several feet sprawling back by Damon's sudden punch, a crunch heard as his nose is also promptly broken, blood streeaming down his face as Kyle struggles to get up against a weight rack, clutching his face. Any attempts for the boys to engage in round two is stunted by holographic figure of ESSI appearing before them. Modeled after the school's principal Janet Ellis, a former heroine herself with the powers of kinetic field generation, it's appearance is that of a stern looking woman with her hair in a tight bun, clad in a simple glowing business suit and skirt.
"That is quite enough, Damon. Coach Wright please escort Mister Coleman to the Nurse's office." She commands, as the stiff man does so, urging the boy up angirly in response to his remarks, giving a curt if not slight nod of respect to Damon before exiting the room.
"Since this is your first incident on school grounds, Miss Ellis has seen fit to provide you with only two sessions of after school detention, from 2:30 to 5:30 this afternoon and tomorrow. She also stated that she expects more from you given your academic performance." With that statement, ESSI in a fold of blue, as other students staring at the scene give their differing reactions, mostly all smiles in Damon's direction, save for the sneers of Kyle's abandoned peers, who sulk off to the other side of the room leaderless for now.
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"Totally worth it." Damon said, then turned to continue his weightlifting, given that the class has not ended yet.
The moment the hologram appeared Robert done the normal teenage boy behavior. "Wasn't me." Now that events were over he returned to his Jeet Kun Do practice striking a sand bag with quick fast minimal movement attacks. A perfect fighting style for someone with super fast reflexes, but wasn't a speedster. "I think you broke his nose. He get lucky or did you pull your punch?"
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"I held back, else i would've broken his skull not only his nose." Damon replied.
"He just going to be gunning for you now you know. You bruised his ego as well as his pretty face, Of course Madison going to be spinning the gossip group into hyperdrive saying you attacked like a wild animal for no reason."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Gossip is just gossip. I don't care. That punch pretty much came from everyone here except for his goons."
A voice from over at the bench press where Damon had been joined the conversation. "A solid hit, Scales. A little brutish and unbalanced, but effective nonetheless."
The speaker was a short, stocky guy with pale skin, auburn hair, and ice-blue eyes. He smiled easily as he leaned on the bar of the bench press. "Me, I prefer a bit more subtlety in my approach to sending a message. Check the goon squad over there." he said, indicating Kyle's posse sulking by the leg press.
At the corner of Robert and Damon's eyes, the red-haired young man would seem to flicker briefly. Then Kyle's goons were hollering and tripping over themselves as they'd all been pantsed and their shoelaces had been tied together. The short guy smiled again and walked over to Damon and Robert. "How ya doin'? I'm Andy Donovan."
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Damon paused the weightlifting to look at Kyle's goons as they start tripping. "Impressive speed. I'm Damon Blake." He released his right hand from the weights to give Andy a handshake, careful not to injure him with his clawed hand. "Doing good, but i feel like i'm lifting wooden sticks here." He said. Andy would notice that Damon has no trouble at all holding the maxed out weight bar with one hand.
"Oh, it's not speed, persay. Watch the clock there." he said, pointing at the wall. The clock's second hand ticked to :55, then it took five seconds to tick from :55 to :56. After that, it progressed from :56 to :01 almost instantly. Andy grinned and leaned back on his arms.
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"Time manipulation, then. Still impressive." He said as he watched the clock.
Toni smiled at both girls, though if she were perceptive Maddie might have noticed the one directed at her was a bit fake. "Of course I didn't flop. And I expect nothing less than your best from either of you." Looking at Maddie, his smile faded as he added, "For whatever your best is worth."
Sitting back in is seat, Toni got out his tablet and made sure he had all the music for the play. There was no telling which role Miss Hall would assign him, and he wanted to be ready to start studying as soon as he knew.
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Connor Gateman was early.
But he was always early. So that was nothing new.
In fact, if there were three things that landed him the stage management job for the school play, they were the fact that he was always early, the fact that he almost never talks unless he has to, and the fact that he has a free period first thing Tuesday Morning. To be fair, however, as Connor tapped his pencil against his clipboard while waiting for further instruction from the play's director, his sunken eyes began to drift away, staring off into space as he thought of all the wonderful dreams that he could be having at that hour. After all, it wasn't his fault that he could see ghosts, and it was even [I]less[/I] of his fault to consider that they have the tendency to keep people up at night. Sure, every once in a while you get something interesting from a few of them (a group of Union soldiers that once wandered through the walls of his bedroom gave him enough information to pass his Civil War test a few months ago), but more often than not, there's a lot of noise, as if there were about six times as many people out on the streets at night than there should be.
Though, again, to be fair, when you're dead, there probably isn't very much to do.
Connor pulled himself back to reality for a few moments as he realized that the director's lips were moving again. He instinctively grabbed the paper coffee-cup next to him, nearly spilling it as he took a haphazard sip, and immediately begin scribbling on the paper attached to the clipboard. "...Sorry. Say that again?"
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The 72 classic olds 442 pulled into the student parking. It wasn't the prettiest looking car , it had a few dents and was a dull flat grey color. However the engine purred with perfection. Keith had spent countless hours restoring it. All he needed to do was finish the body work. He left the convertible top down and hopped out. He walked up to the school and opened the door. Her wore his school jacket with pride. He was a co captain of the hockey team and captain of the baseball team.
The stage director, a tall and aging yet kindly man Mr Theroux simply sighed, right the spectacles on his face as he tapped a pencil aganst his clipboard as he droned.
"Mr Gateman, if you are done we still need those costumes rolled in from the drama room, Miss Hall left a key near your cup. And also,I'd be sure to wipe away the coffee mustache before heading there." He smiles as he notes, moving to the other wide of the stage before adding. "And please inform Miss Groves, Miss Burdelon and Mister Mercer that Miss Hall would like them to stay after school,same as you for dress rehearsal."
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Madison simply scoffs as she walks off, not seeing Toni worth a reply, before Rose turns from her seat to inquire with a smile.
"If I didn't know any better, I think she sees you as a threat...relish in that for a moment. And also, calm down...excessive studying is just going to tire you out for the rehearsal, whatever you get is whatever you get, mon ami." She states softly.
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The Jock King would find his way into the nurse's office, feeling a pulse of empathy almost immediately. In front of the red-mohawked menace was a scrawny boy sitting in a chair, turned towards the nurse with his hands folded in his lap and his leg pumping a hundred times per minute. He was nervous... He wore a basic Zipper Hoodie, navy blue, and tan cargo pants with simple, mid-price-range sneakers. He was one of those students who the Jock had never given a second thought to.
The Nurse herself was reading over the paper in her hands: a doctor's note, and also spoke with a man over the phone. Presumably the Doctor. "Yes I understand that he's a special case. He seems to have the opposite effect..." The student in front of the nurse turned to see Kyle and offered him a couple paper towels to deal with the bleeding on his face. A good few drips had already reached his shirt and stained in ugly patterns with the already-existing sweat stains. The scrawny boy avoided saying anything, afraid he might pull on the wrong emotional chord and get himself in trouble with the populars. Kyle gave one of those cocky upward head nobs of 'thanks kid' that the upper crust liked to do. The only reason he even fit in, this smaller teen, was because his powers were never out. The larger jock dabbed the blood from his face, careful to avoid touching his nose to make it hurt. He gave the outward tough-guy expression, even though he was in pain.
Finally the Nurse hung up the phone and signed the document. "Okay Vincent. Now, I'm approving your medication, but I need you to take this form to the principal. I've signed it, so she knows it has my okay." The teacher handed the paper and an unmarked flask to the boy, as well as a measuring cup that often came with cough syrup. Kyle gave an odd look to the nurse. Was he just given booze as medication? "Remember Vincent, you're only supposed to take 2 ounces at most, every 8 hours. A little bit during lunch, and you should be good until you get home. A little bit when you wake up, and a little bit before you go to bed..." The Nurse let out a sigh and shook her head. "I still find it hard to believe that you need to take CHASER of all things to stay like that."
Vincent winced at the word she used. Chaser was an unfortunate necessity to keep his power in check. If he didn't take it, the likely scenario was that he'd start heating up until everything around him starting bursting into flame. Vince nodded and gave a small "thanks..." before scurrying out the door. He hurried down to the principle's office to relay the newly signed note.
Finally the Nurse got to dealing with Kyle's nose...
Stalkers don't die: They simply... Disappear.
As he entered the school he'd be greeted by everyone. " what's up man" another jock would say as he passed . " Hi Keith " a couple of girls would flirtatiously chime. Other popular kids would just hold thier fist out and nod as Keith fist bumped and returned the subtle nod. He was popular and charming. Even the teachers liked him. Always on time with assignments and didn't even have to struggle to keep his 4.0. Smart, handsome , charming , popular , and athletic. All should have been perfect in his world. It wasn't. He'd been sent to this school when his parents lost custody. He never talked about it. He was just gład his aunt welcomed him with open arms. He was different , but never let on. Her being different as well made it all easier to understand.
As he walked up to his locker he passed the auditorium. Someone was singing , she sounded good he noted. Then he passed the gym where he spent alot of time. When he got to his locker he opened it up and placed a few books in it. Then he heard the locker next to him start to talk. "Little help here " a soft and almost nerdy voice said. Keith smiled , but tried to hide it as he opened the other locker. A short and skinny underclasman spilled out onto the floor. Pens and books and loose change scattering. " heya mort". Keith said as he helped the much smaller guy up. " thanks Keith" mort replied. " I'm glad you're not like those other jerks . " who was it this time? " Keith asked. " Steve and his crew " mort answered. " oh andthey took my lunch money". Mort said frantically searching his pockets. " don't worry , find me then and ill treat. " Keith said offering mort one of his granola bars. Mort took it as the bell wrang. "Oh no!!! I can't be late to thus class. " he quickly gathered some loose papers then turned to rush to class. He quickly turned back as Keith handed him the textbook he needed. He just looked at Keith , shook his head and took of down the hall. " he needs to relax" Keith thought to himself. As ge closed his locker , a figure appeared on the other side. ". Soooo Keith " sandy said. " any plans for Saturday ? " she asked. " just working on the car " he replied.
" we'll Monica's parents are in Fiji soooo. House party there ok? " she turned and walked away looking back at Keith as he headed to class.
"I'll let you know" he said hustling by her trying not to be late. He then got to the door and walked in. He sat up front and took out his book. This was his favorite class. History
Immediately, Connor began jotting down the three instructions, his brow knotting briefly as he scribbled. He paused, and looked down at the last thing he had written.
[I] Wipe away coffee mustache. [/I]
He blinked, wiped his lip, crossed the instruction out, and nodded sleepily. "Alright Mister Theroux," he said somewhat sleepily, before getting up and heading to the door.
He paused, hand halfway to the doorknob, and stood there for a brief moment as he debated using the Sparklock Spell to make things easier. He eventually decided against it with a sigh; as nice as convenience was, keeping a good secret was more important. He opened the door to the hallway, stepping out and making a beeline to the costume shop. It was a short trip, considering the school's layout, but when he arrived, the costume crew itself seemed abscent.
"Oh right. First period class," he muttered to himself, flipping to an empty piece of paper and scrawling a note before placing it atop a rumpled costume. He exited, closing the door behind him quietly. Next, the auditioners. Hopefully nobody would bother him on the way over.
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"Wow time manipulation. That's kind of rare isn't it. Me technically I'm a normal kid, just I have this." He pulled up the back of his shirt and showed off the cybernetic spine. "A successful failure. It repaired the damage to my back was only supposed to be three vertebrae but it kept growing replacing my entire spine now it going into my skull and taking over my entire nervous system. Even my sensory nerves are being replaced I used to need glasses when I was a kid now my eyesight better than normal. So much so I almost have a six sense."
He took a step back from the punching back and activated his overclocking abilities his spine lit up as the artificial nerves went into high speed. Then the delivered about ten punches to the punching bag in the same spot in about 4 seconds so he was pulling about 2 and half punches per second. Then it was over and the spine went dim as he caught his breath "Not quite super speed, but getting there, and I can only do it in short bursts."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Connor is greeted from the drama room door by a smiling Rose, who leads him through the class to the costume supply room, taking a moment to talk to him kindly.
"So, Connor, right?" She smiles, and he would note she didn't have to fish for his name like other students would if they didn't know him, she clearly paid attention. She then adds with a smirk.
"I'm Rosella Burdelon, a pleasure to formally meet you, welcome to the Other Side." She jokes, while waiting for him to unlock the door with the key provided.
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Connor smiles to her as he makes his way in, heading straight for the door. He pauses, looking at her curiously as he notes her choice of words.
"Other Side?" He says after a moment, turning the key in the lock and opening the door.
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Damon watched as Robert threw punches at great speed, then said:"That ability can be useful, though for me it usually takes only one punch. This gym is actually useless for me at the moment."
Finally Vince made it to the Principle's office. Eyes were watching the halls, so he made the subtle move of simply placing the signed piece of paper int he Principle's in-mailbox. He'd been excused from first period class to take care of this, so He'd have to catch the second period class session to start his day and meet anyone really. Until then... He decided to just chill in the cafeteria playing a little bit of Clicky Cape and snacking on twizzlers. The table he picked was off to a corner, his back to a wall and such. He wore a pair of normal earphones; a cheap, 2 dollar, over the ear folding pair. Nerdy sound tracks played while he mindlessly flew his clicky cape hero between buildings to try to beat his highscore.
Stalkers don't die: They simply... Disappear.
"Well go ask the coach to use the Danger Room. Were supposed to learn to control our abilities here that why we have a state of the art gym. Think you can even set the gravity in those rooms to higher than earth normal. Thought I don't know personally haven't used them."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Danger room, huh?" Damon said, thought for a moment, then added:"Not a bad idea." Damon walked over to the coach and asked:"May I use the danger room?" then quickly added:"This gym is useless for me, i'm lifting wooden sticks here at the maximum weight on the weight bar."
Shepherd had entered the school a he was being given a tour of the facilities. He had been planning on tutoring after seeing Toni and Rose in action. They peaked his interest in the fight. He figured if he could help them and others learn to control their powers more it would be a good way for him to keep busy on the days he wasn't in the TCPD.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Coach Wright, a large and older man took in Venomscale's request, and nodded as he reached into his pocket to pull out an ID card, gesturing for the boys to follow him to a apparently blank wall. Stepping over, he provides first a retinal, then a palm scan as the equipment in the room is suddenly sinking through the floor in bolted slots, leaving the entire room bare as he steps back.
Looking over them, he sets out the rules.
"The weapons and obstacles that are erected will not kill you, but adapt to your limits. However, if at any time this gets too much, call out to ESSI, she is monitoring the room as we speak." With that, he escorts the nonpowered boys out of the now Danger Room, before shouting as he leaves.
"Level Three Parameters!"
Instantly, weights appear from the floor in the shape of cars, one ton, two tons, up to ten in the form of a large trailer.
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Rose smiles to Connor as they retrieve the rack, before answering his question.
"Not like that." She smirks....can she tap into the spirit world too? She adds.
"I mean in reference to this side of the school, the veil between sweaty jocks and refined arts."
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"Now this is more like it." Damon said, then walked over to a one ton car. "Can you set these up with chains so it's more comfortable to lift these? It's not like the car will lose any weight."
Connor raises an eyebrow, and begins pulling the rack out and into the next room. "...Right," he says after a moment, looking at Rose with a furrowed brow. Something felt...Odd.
He looked across the room to the open hallway door, then back at Rose with a scratch of his head and a slight frown. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
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Rose takes a moment to respond, feeling the same odd sensation from Connor, before replying.
"I've seen you around school, passed you on the stage." She then added as they rolled the rack down the hallway. "What;d you THINK I meant?" She asks with a smile.
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A blue glow shapes the room at Damon's request, and shortly chains descend from the ceiling to be attached to the car sized weights.
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Connor bites his lip for a moment, then shakes his head dismissively. "Something completely unrelated," came his response, along with the wave of a hand, "don't worry about it, it's pretty much nothing."
He shakes his head again, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the janitor that had passed away several months ago, before deciding to change the subject. "...So you're Rose, right? I'm supposed to tell you to stay afterwards for your first rehearsal."
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"Incredible." Damon said, then grabbing the chain to a one ton car with both hands and pulling it down, lifting the car upwards. He had no problem lifting it, but it was obvious he was putting in more effort than with the weights previously. After lifting the car a few times he decided to go to a two ton car, grabbing the chain and pulling it. He managed to lift this one as well and continued to lift it up and down for a moment, then moved on to a three ton car. He grabbed the chain and pulled it, able to lift this one as well, but lifted and lowered it only one time. He went on to a five ton car and grabbed the chain, pulling it downwards. He was able to lift it, but required more effort. He decided to stick with five tons for now, lifting it up and down.
Rose takes a moment to eye the spirit of the deceased janitor, and comments as she walks near him, leaving the rack behind.
"He looks sad...I don't think he was respected very well before he died, so at the very least we can try now." With that said, she moves to pick up several items of trash left by careless students and depositing it in a wastebin. Turning back to Connor with a smile, she replies, probably answering his question.
"And yes, I am like you in a sense, seeing spirits and such, among other things. And really? Thanks for the message!"
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In the seats watching the stage was the wayward spirit Misty Sinclair. She didn't expect anyone to notice her she was relaxed and wasn't making herself material. Those who could see her would see she had her feet propped up on the seat and would be revealing given she has a very short leather skirt on. Dressed like a Goth girl her outfit was once black now she's dead it comes out a gray variation. If someone really focus on her arms they were see fant puncture marks for needles. She was also being annoying though she believed no one could hear her making cat calls and insulting those on stage. "What is this a Elementary school production? I seen better at a kindergarten show!"
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At the Gym Robert went to the sparing dummies. The ones if you hit one arm the other spins around to hit you. It was great practice learning how to attack and switch to blocking fast. The harder you hit the faster you have to block. Just what he needed to work on.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Dennis Cain was walking through the cafeteria ,his hand munching on a doughnut as he took a seat ,clearly skipping class ,he was very large, standing about 8'5 and near 700 pounds, his round frame could be seen from far away ,but it was put to good use as he worked out often eating large quantities of food when having free time ,his dreads resting on his shoulder as he slipped ear buds in his ear and started bobbing his head as he finished off his doughnut.
When he grew bored of this he arose from his seat and made his way toward the gym, a box of sodas and even more donuts in hand, soon sitting on the bleachers, cracking open a cold lemon lime soda before letting out a loud belch.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Rose, after reaching the stage with the rack, places her hands on her hips as she glares down Misty, looking right at her as she replies.
"Then go haunt a kindergarten, your being a distraction!" She smirks.
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Connor sighs. "...I had a feeling that's what you meant," he says, looking back at the janitor. "I've been having regular conversations with that guy from the day he died. Considering nobody talked to him anyway, I wonder if he even knows he's dead." He looks back at Rose. "Connor Gateman, current Wicket Door, if that makes any sense to you."
The two enter the stage, and Connor immediately winces as Rose shouts at what everyone else would see as thin air. "...But let's try and keep this sort of thing covered, shall we."
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"Oh my! It's freaky when people notice me like that! What the matter deary can't take a little criticism." She laughed "Besides I hate scaring kids I may be a pain, but I'm not a monster." She then sticks her tongue out at Rose "Go right ahead make yourself look foolish no one else can see me.... wait can anyone else see me?" She stands up and turns around bending over flashing Rose "I was so sure I was invisible to live folk."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"We can all see you. Best Ghost Ever, ten out of ten," Connor said passively as he attended to the costume rack. Hopefully two people would be enough to pull off the bluff.
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Dennis took the ear buds from his ears ,and started cracking his knuckles and rotating his arms before walking down the bleachers and moving to the weights ,drinking his soda as he did, walking toward the ten ton trailer he ate a handful of doughnuts and let the crumbs it the floor, as he grabbed the 10 ton trailer and gave it a bear hug lifting it 6 feet off the ground.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
She plops down, crossed her arms, and wrinkled her nose. "Where's the fun in teasing the living if they can see me."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Damon stopped lifting the five ton car and turned to the exit. On his way out he noticed Dennis lifting up ten tons without problem. "Enough for me today, I've got other classes to catch." He said to the coach before leaving the danger room.
Rose turns to Connor with a smile as she offers her hand.
"Rosella Burdelon, latest with in the Burdelon line and voodoo priestess when it suits me. And don't worry, they are too engrossed in the script to noticed...and no I mean like moreso than the rest of us, it's kinda creepy." She points to the circle of students backstage, eyeing the script like it's a godsend. Leaving the rack near the left curtain, she turns to lead Connor near Misty so it appears like a regular conversation...mostly.
"And as for the flashing chere, it's nothing compared to what I would see back home." She smirks, before turning back to Connor and inquiring.
"The Wicket Door. I've glossed over the term every now and then but I'm not really familiar, fill me in?"
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"Job summary, Death's Paperboy," he says in complete deadpan, rolling his eyes slightly before lowering his voice, "when people die, I'm the doorman and the welcoming committee. When someone starts going on a murderous rampage, it's my job to, you know, stop...That," he says, waving vaguely. "Fun job. Wonderful benefits."
[color=#ff0000]Composition Team[/color]
"Don't worry about little old me. I even saved your lives... well okay I just fought a battle with some creepy demon things. Just it so BOOORING being dead." She looked to the group of students with the scrips. Being closer they could guess her age was about 19 or 20. She rose up and flew over to them and yanked the scrip out of one of the students hands. He blinked and looked to the script "Seems I have a case of butter fingers." He reached down to pick it up as Misty returned to her seat.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Rose simply shook her head at Misty's antics before turning back to Connor curiously as she replies.
"Interesting, I didn't receive a job or a title or a vague explanation, a simply know that beyond my potential for witchcraft and voodoo magic from my bloodline I was born with a connection to the spirit world...for what purpose, I have yet to find out."
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After fully turning the trailer of onto its side, gasping onto it starting to lift and press it above his head, up and down for about 40 repetitions before placing on the floor removing his jacket, a sleeveless blue shirt underneath and started walking to his next class, slinging his jacket over his shoulder and ducking under the door way, walking toward a vending machine on the way he looked around and grabbed it and pulled the case open getting as many snacks as he could from it.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Connor shrugs, towing the clothing rack to where it had to be. "You'll figure it out," he said with a sigh as he checked his clipboard for a moment, "or...Something." He looks up, then turns a page on his board over.
"...Anyway, what's next..."
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Near the wall of the danger room, Alicia Crane sits by herself, rreading a book. Considering she isn't watching the jocks do their thing, nor doing anything herself, it seems odd that she would pick a training room as a place to sit, let alone read. Every once in a while, the other students cast glances in her direction, none of them seeming all that favorable.
[color=#ff0000]Composition Team[/color]
Gym was about over for Robert so he ended his practice and went for the locker room to change. Removing his shirt before he fully went in his body wasn't buffed it was a lean build more for speed then power. Right before he reached the locker room his back flared and he stumbled bracing himself against the wall as the power surge raced along his artificial nerves. He knew what it meant, somewhere in his body new nanites were taking over extending the network and augmenting more of his natural body. He stumiched down the fear.. how long till he was technically a machine?
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"I told the witch doctor I was in love with you. And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do. He said that .... Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang..." She laughed.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Rose nods, before eyeing the chart of instructions herself, about to reply before the bell rings, signaling the end of first period, as Mr. Theroux shouts as students rush to grab their belongings in the Auditorium.
"I want everyone here after school for the first rehearsal, including you Mister Gateman!" He adds before stepping out himself to head backstage. Rose turns back to Connor with a smile.
"We can take care of it after school, and don't worry, secret's safe with me." With that said, she heads to her locker to retrieve her American History textbook, hoping that her next class would be mostly uneventful.
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"Don't worry about me cutie. Who am I going to tell? The Janitor?" Misty said now that the auditions were over there wasn't really anything to pick on so she drifted up in the air and floated for the doors. "Do they still shower after Gym class?"
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
As the tour continued Shepherd was led to the auditorium. the Ghostwalker noticed Rose and Toni but kept his attention on the person giving him the tour.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Rosella, almost on a second thought, realized that one, she was so out of it she didn't realize she had a free period, and that History was not until third. Placing the book sheepishly back in her locker, she returned to the Auditorium to find it mostly empty save for Toni, Connor, and Misty. Entering quietly, she decided to rarely and openly practice her abilities, willing herself to invisibility as she travels to her friend's position. Seating herself right beside Misty, she allows herself to return to visibility in a emerald haze, sitting crosslegged like she had been there the entire time.
Smirking to the boys, she replies quietly.
"I wish it was that contagious, it sure beats the football epidemic." Sweeping her eyes past Toni, she catches sight of Shepard amidst his tour, flashing him a smile as she recognizes him, but says nothing for now.
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Toni noticed Rose talking to thin air, so he concentrated on a spell Setzer had taught him. It let him see Misty, vaguely, and hear her. But she was leaving, so he didn't worry about her. He noticed Shepherd being given a tour, and Connor checking his notepad. "What's up, Connor? Caught the acting bug?"
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To Rose, Toni said, "Well, I have to get to my French class. Catch you later."
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Misty stopped spotting Shepherd "Hey I know that guy." Makes a face "Really what's the point of being invisible and unnoticed if like half the people in the room can see and hear you! That's like cheating!"
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Shepherd returned the smile.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Toni laughed at Misty's complaint.
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Connor looks up for a moment, shakes his head, then looks back down at the clipboard. "I'm stage managing. Not acting," he says plainly, flipping another page over before looking up. "Wait, you're not part of the cast, are you?"
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Alicia furrows her brow a bit as the noise of another student wrenching a snack machine open reaches her ears. She looks over, her eyes glowing dimly as she watches, waiting for the sound to end so that she could go back to reading in peace.
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"Anthony Mercer." It probably wasn't down as Toni...
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Rose blinks at Connor's glumness, inquiring.
"Hey, you alright mon ami?" She then turns to Misty, trying and failing to suppress a chuckle as she replies.
"It could be worse. You could be a student here for all eternity."
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Finally, second period was starting up. Anything was better than sitting alone in the cafeteria for the past hour or so. Well... Technically speaking, some huge guy had come through, but he seemed more content to just eat on his own than to chit-chat. Either way, Vince closed down his game of Clicky Cape and stashed his headphones and made his way to class. He stopped by his locker to pick out his book for the class and seemed to linger a minute longer than he needed to, letting out a sigh. He didn't know anybody here. Not really. He'd been transferred in just today, so what point was there to try very hard right away? He pressed his forehead against the cool aluminum shelf in the middle of his locker and shut his eyes for a second. Just taking in the sounds and the hustle-bustle of the students talking between classes. He noted the social groups all around him. The geekier kids who focused on studies. The nerdier kids who cared more for different media. The sports kids and drama kids, and then there were the odd ones out. The supers. They were Pariah's and idols at the same time. Something to be jealous of, but also fearful of... Where did he actually belong then?
Finally, he clicked his door shut and gave the dial a careless spin. Some students lodged paperclips into their lockers to make it easier to open later, but Vince certainly didn't trust this peer-group right now. Finally he made his way to his sciences class. He walked in with the stragglers, taking a seat near the back, and closer to the window. A good place to not be noticed. He liked the subject. Science. It seemed to hold secrets to unlock the universe, though the current class was much more simple. Chemistry at least meant he'd be forced into pairing up with another student at some point. He'd try to make friends then... That is, unless the teacher made him introduce himself first.
Stalkers don't die: They simply... Disappear.
"Mr. Cain! What have I told you about defacing private property?" said a harsh Arabic voice from behind Dennis as all the snacks he'd taken from the machine left his arms and pockets. The orderly line of bagged chips and candy bars floated back to the machine, slotting themselves back in to the springs. As they did this, the man speaking walked around in front of Dennis. It was Mr. Al-Zawari, Biochemistry teacher and resident telekinetic.
"ESSI?" Mr. Al-Zawari called out.
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Connor looks up again, his brow furrowed at Rose's odd choice of words. "Am I alright [I]what[/I]?" He says, looking back down at his clipboard for a moment before looking back up at her. He then looks to Toni, and after scanning his pages for the 'alternative' name that he had offered, gave a nod of approval before adding a small checkmark to the side with his pencil. "I'm uh...I'm fine, I'm fine. Just concentrating. Mostly."
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Alicia watches quietly as the teacher steps in, filling the machine back up with snacks before proceeding to confront the student responsible. "He became caught up in the heat of the moment, Mister Al-Zawari," she offers, her voice barely audible, "I'm sure he'll be fine now that he's calm."
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Toni looked at the clipboard to see if there was a role written there, or any special instructions...
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"Thank you for your input, Ms. Crane. But Mr. Cain has been warned about this infraction before." Mr. Al-Zawari said, looking over at the quiet girl and nodding.
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Misty laughed "Oh well I'm sure if this was my only haunting ground I could think of some ways to entertain myself. Luckily it seems I'm bound to Titan City itself and can go anywhere in it's limits. Right now I'm going to scout around. Perhaps a group who aren't composed of Mediums. After all what else is a Poltergeist to do then cause mischief!" Then Misty flew through the wall laughing.
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Robert ran into science class just as the bell rang and settled down at a table noting a new kid in class. He reached over to offer a handshake to Vince. "Hey, I'm Robert Tanner nice to meet you." Unknown to Robert his eyes were now silvery the modifications the nanites made were to his very eyes.
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ESSI appeared within a flash of blue light, in her abforementioned attire, turning to the large boy with a electronic sigh.
"Mr Al-Zawari is right, you have been warned about this larceny before Mr. Cain. As such, three days of after school detention starting today, and you must work to help repair the machine you so haphazardly destroyed, the right way." The holographic figure then turns to Alicia, as she states further.
"Miss Crane, Principal Ellis would like to speak with you during 6th period. Her room is opposite the library, A104." With that, she fades away in a blue haze.
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Rose furrowed her own brow at Connor's question, before her face lights up in realization.
"It's my friend in French, I have a rather unshakable habit to mix it's phrases with English when I am engrossed in a conversation>" She then adds with a slight smirk. "Toni can testify on my behalf."
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"Uh huh," Connor says in response to Rose's explanation, apparently not seeming to think it was all that strange despite his original reaction. He watches Toni carefully as he peeks at the clipboard...But there are no roles there. All that's listed is a hand-written attendance sheet. "If you're looking for something [I]specific[/I], you should try asking Miss Hall, she's the director," Connor says, flipping to another page before checking over another list of handwritten notes, "all that Mister Theroux and I have are technical notes and things that have to get done," he says with a shrug.
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Alicia sighs quietly, picking herself up off of the ground and closing her book, looking towards the student that the two had trapped for a few moments before looking back at ESSI. "Do you know what for," she asks quietly, though the question comes off as more of a statement due to her tone.
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"Yeap, she's bilingual. Me, I have to study French, in about three minutes. Guess I'll be seeing you later, Rose!" Toni headed off to his French class.
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"Alright then.."Dennis let out a heavy sigh and made his way to his locker, he opened up the door and grabbed 3 2 liter sodas all of them lemon lime and an whole box full of sweet cakes, before walking towards his next class snacks in hand.
--Formerly Jorortis--
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ESSI reappears to answer Alicia's question, in a quiet and respectful voice, as delicate as the subject she reveals.
"In regards to the parameters set by authorities for your tenure here, Miss Crane." She then inquires.
"Will that be all, Miss Crane?"
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Rose waves to Toni as he exits, before moving to lounge in a chair, before asking Connor as she does so.
"I imagine you also have a free period as well? And out of curiosity, are you alright?" She looks him over with a pair of piercing emerald eyes, and her tone makes it clear she actually, genuinely cares.
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"Stage managers skip class during tech periods because we have things to do," Connor says, looking up at her for a few moments. He frowned a bit, seeming a bit puzzled as to why she was staring at him, but ultimately didn't seem too disturbed by it. After a few more seconds of checking things off, he walked over to a nearby chair, sitting down and tucking his pencil into the clip on his clipboard with a sigh. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just tired," he says after reclining a bit. "Sleeping trouble."
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Alicia nods politely, looking to ESSI for a moment more in acknowledgement. "Yes ma'am. I'll head over right away." Seemingly, she meant it, immediately making her way along the same route that Dennis had taken a few moments earlier, passing by his locker on the way to the principle's office. She takes a deep breath upon reaching the door, then slowly, carefully reaches up and gives the door two knocks. Despite the delicacy of the moment, they still come off as quite loud. At the very least however, it wasn't door-shattering.
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Rose nodded as she listened, replying with a bit of understanding.
"So many people in this city, you must be overworked ferrying them to the afterlife." Deduces, before inquiring. "Do you enjoy being the Wicket Door?"
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Alicia is immediately greeted by the calming scent of light jasmine, as the door to the office opens, revealing a slightly stern faced yet still pretty woman within her late thirties, auburn hair in a careful bun, clad in a grey two piece suit and black skirt. Principal Janet Ellis has a reputation as a advocator for powered magnet schools and desegregation of students, and a caring personality under a stiff exterior.
Silently welcoming Alicia inside, she gestures to not the mahogany desk but a pair of white plush coaches for them to sit in, as she begins to address her.
"Since I imagine ESSI informed you of our reason for meeting, I'll be frank. In the heat of the unnessecary fanfare against your enrollment here, my colleagues neglected to ask how you personally feel about the parameters in place, and arranging your classes for your safety and comfort as well as other students. So in short: what is your stance in the matter and how would you like to modify your status, Alicia?"
She then offers a disarming smile, and a hand to shake, the other occupied with manifesting a cobalt force field the size of a plate, and maneuvering a pot of green tea and two china teacups to the coffee table before them both.
"Principal Janet Ellis, formerly known as the heroine Vectoria, a pleasure."
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Connor shrugs, rubbing his eyes for a brief moment afterwards. "Depends. Sometimes it's sort-of annoying. Other times, you get a decent amount of satisfaction knowing that you're helping people finally find peace," he says with a shrug, "especially since there isn't really much to be found around here, at least most of the time," he adds under his breath. He turns, looking up to where the ghost had been a few moments before, and after failing to see her there, instead sighs and turns his gaze to the lighting fixtures above the stage. "Though I suppose it could be worse. I haven't run into any Reapers just yet."
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Alicia shakes the principle's hand and takes a seat, but offers nothing in return other than the slightest of smiles. She sits almost stoically, with her hands in her lap, and her back straight, the power lines on her bracers and the central power note on her belt glowing softly, along with her white eyes. "...I'm not sure I follow," she says after a moment of silence, "if by my status, you mean my class lineup, then I think it would be best to keep the safety of others as a top concern," she says, her voice somewhat emotionless. At least outwardly, it's a bit difficult to tell how she truly feels about her current situation.
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Vince looked up at the partially nanite'd teen with a slight bewilderment. Piercing metallic eyes looked back down at him, but they weren't judging for the moment. Rather, it was the eyes of the normal students that seemed to be judging the two at the moment. Had he managed to not be noticed by the others that easily?-- "Vince." He replied abruptly, shaking the hand with a quick grip and a single up and down motion. "--transfered in today." he added, shifting an arm to cover a doodle on his binder. It was just one of those... S things. You know, the really geometric things that show up on at least half a dozen binders during school. Yeah, you know... The S-thing!
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It wasn't an important detail really, though the freehand lines came out decent, and he'd used pen only, so that meant he could probably draw alright? Who knew. Besides that one doodle, the binder looked clean.
Stalkers don't die: They simply... Disappear.
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