--- [i][u]Dana Lucille Alcott.[/u][/i] --- Everything was coming together. Atticus and Codi were carrying Aislin and Theresa off, so that meant there was one less body to take care of. Dana saw that Theresa was getting the attention she needed from this strange new boy. She kept her eyes on Nicholas as he administered his healing flames, as for a moment, she thought he was going to burn her. Dana also noticed that Theresa still had her quiver and knife on her. She could get in some [i]serious[/i] trouble if she's caught with these... A tentacle slid from underneath her cloak and quickly moved along the ground like a snake. Once it was on Theresa, it quickly yanked the knife back underneath her cloak. While three more tentacles were used to unwrap the quiver from her thigh. With the quiver in her grasps, Dana used a tentacle to bring it back underneath her cloak. Before she slid all the items into the bushes. She intended on giving these back to Tess later, but she couldn't keep these on her right now. Conversation was something that Dana was uninterested in right now. Any idle-talk was ignored, because Dana didn't feel the same while transformed. Once Aislin spoke, on the other hand, Dana finally paid attention. She turned one of her eyes over towards Aislin, which couldn't be seen from under this cloak. Apparently the child that Adam was carrying got injured and transformed as some sort of survival mechanism. But a few things Aislin things had struck a chord in Dana. [i]True fear comes from fully understanding your fears, and how hopeless you are against... But true bravery comes when you stand against it regardless. Everyone here knew that fear, nor secrets, were not worth a human life. Which is why they put themselves on the line... for you....[/i] Everything here was settled, so Dana helped carry Henry through the woods to the hospital, followed by everyone else. Dark clouds loomed overhead, they had formed during the fight, just that nobody noticed them. Right about now they had opened up, and the rainstorm had began. Dripping against everyone's clothes, and by the time they returned to the campus their outfits were drenched in cold rainwater. Adam had lead the group to the hospital, with one phone call they were ready for everyone. Able-bodied staff members helped them into the hospital, and out of their hands. Adam walked in with the rest of the students, and Dana stood in the doorstep. Going ignored by the staff. However, with a risk of death herself, Dana had to leave. She disappeared in a burst of speed, vaulting the wall in one leap. She knew she should check up on them, but in this state, she couldn't risk it. So Dana vanished into the shadows. To heal... [i]---[/i] [i][b]Act 2: Days in Rain::[/b][/i] [i]---[/i] [u][b]September 8th, 7:00 PM[/b][/u] A heavy rainstorm loomed over the island. In less than a few hours, the entire island was drenched in water. Forcing many students indoors. --- [i][u]Adam Blackmore, Gabriela, & Jake Valos.[/u][/i] --- [hider=Massive Attack - Paradise Circus][youtube]jEgX64n3T7g[/youtube][/hider] After his transformation, the Beast-Child was rushed straight to the hospital. His body was taxed, pushed far beyond it's natural limits, and on the verge of death. Thus, he was required to be intensive care, hooked up to several machines, pumping nutrients into his body. His skin was a pale blue color, and he was unconscious. He was to remain here for a little while until he was back to working order. "... [b][i]God dammit![/i][/b]" Gabe loudly shouted as she slammed her fist against the wall. Absolutely furious. She kept her hand pressed against it, even though the familiar pain was shooting up her arm. Gabe let out several pants, before roaring, "How the [i]fuck[/i] did we let this happen, Jake!? [i]Hm[/i]?!" This day has been absolutely [i]infuriating[/i]. First that Gene tool comes back around, then he starts a fight with Jake! If she ever got her hands on him, it's over. Then, Jaska changes and goes on some rampage and nearly [i]kills[/i] some people. It felt like a [i]massive[/i] failure. They were supposed to [i]prevent[/i] that kind of thing from happening. Gabe's anger was understandable, Jake himself was exasperated after one day. Except, he was more collected about it. He knew how to appropriately express his anger. Jake leaned up against the wall, sighed, and had his arms crossed. He was going to take the whole thing with Abe in stride. Yeah, it pissed him off, but he wasn't going to toss a fit. He was bigger than that. Though, he was a bit upset because his hair was shit (It still stung like hell). Thank God he had this bowl hat on. "I understand ya', Gabe...." Jake said, "But, screaming and hollerin' won't solve a thing..." He closed his eyes, and sighed again. He sunk down deeper into the wall. "Oh, please!" Gabe quickly marched over to Jake and got up in his face and gave him the good old evil eye. She was the least bit amused right now. Because she wasn't in the mood for him preaching peace and all that crap. Her iris glowed bright red for a second, before she snarled at him, "Then fucking indulge me. What the fuck [i]will[/i] solve this, Jakey...? Our fucking brother nearly killed people, and you're acting like it's all kittens and sunshine in this bitch...." ... Sometimes this girl... She really made him shake his head. Jake didn't even know how they've lasted this long without killing each other. Jake returned the glare as he calmly pushed Gabe away with one finger. With equal calmness, he responded, "[i]I know[/i]," He started off, "I know. I. [i]Fucking[/i]. Know. I'm trying to keep a damn good head on my shoulders so we don't end up digging a deeper hole for us." Jake finally used his hole palm to push Gabe away by the chest. Both the dueling twins were staring each other dead in the eyes. "So how about you pull yourself together and, maybe do something like - I don't know - find out what the hell happened that put three people in the [i]goddamn[/i] hospital?!" That calmness quickly faded as Jake was put at the end of his rope. He just wanted to rest, get all of this nonsense over with. Because they're going to need to have a nice long talk with Papa Valos. The stare down between the two rivaling twins continued for moments at a time. "... Hello students." Adam said as he walked onto the scene with his hands behind his back. He heard plenty of shouting and wanted to make sure that his students were [i]behaving[/i]. He stood tall, even though Jake was taller, and Gabe was nearly the same height as him. Though, he had already pinned Jake as a troublemaker for that [i]senseless[/i] fight in the lounge earlier today. Adam tipped his glasses and shot Jake a glare to make sure that Jake got the message. Before he reverted back to his neutral stance, hands behind his back, and face blank. He addressed them. "If I am correct, you are Gabriela, and you are Jake..." Adam tipped his glasses and peered into Jaska's room "... his siblings." Shooting each other one last glare, in the presence of Adam, they decided to calm down and show [i]some[/i] respect. Especially since Jake was in trouble here. "Mr. Blackmore," Jake greeted him, tipping his hat in the process. "Yes, we happen to be Jaska Valos' siblings and guardians." His gaze idly went from Gabe, before it went back to Adam. He shrugged, before he sighed, "... I'll cut to the chase and ask you if you know what happened." Adam coldly stared at Jake, his gaze was oddly robotic, "I have to tell you that I do not know either. I only came to disable your younger brother." "... [i]Then point us to who the fuck does and move along,[/i] Mr. Blackmore." Gabe was quick to hiss, interrupting their conversation. She spoke Adam's name sarcastically as she could, mocking his very name. Adam was the least bit amused by Gabe's outburst. Because one thing that annoyed him more was another disrespectful student. "Excuse me, young lady?" He tipped his glasses, "Need I remind you of who you are talking to?" "... [i]An old fu-[/i]" Gabe hissed, before getting cut off by Jake. "Hey, hey, hey!" Jake said as he got between the two, flailing his arms around like a retard. Just trying to interrupt the conversation. [i]Jesus Christ dancing in hell.[/i] He thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. Gabe was going to get them into even [i]deeper[/i] shit here. "I'm really, really, sorry, Mr. Blackmore. We're just..." Jake looked away as he tried to find the word for it, in the process, referring to both of them. "... [i]Stressed[/i]. We just want to sort this out and call it a night." "Look, I know what happened is stressful..." Adam tipped his glasses, "But I suggest getting yourselves together. You are not going to get [i]anywhere[/i] with that attitude." For the love of God, Gabe had it to here with this don't do this, don't do that bullshit. Either way, whatever gets these two to shut the hell up. "Fine..." She only complied because it seemed convenient to her. "Just who can we talk to?" Appreciating Gabe's sudden change of tone, Adam tipped his glasses and answered them, "Henry Olin, and Aislin Rose. I've talked to them and they seem to know the most about this incident." Lizard-man? Jake was meaning to give him a piece of his mind for that incident during the Capture-the-Flag match, and now they have to talk about how Jaska almost killed him. Jake sighed, "Where can we find them?" "... How about I lead you to them? After all, it is only satisfactory I supervise your conversations." Adam replied. "Sure..." Jake said. Before the three began to maneuver through the hospital, hoping to find either Henry and Aislin. --- [u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u] --- [hider=Miike Snow - Cult Logic][youtube]nqCNXj3hsLE[/youtube][/hider] The lights of this white room invaded Theresa's vision as she opened her eyes. She pulled her upper body up, covering her eyes as she tried to figure out what was going on. As she looked around, she saw all in vivid detail, and it came to hit. She's in a hospital. What the hell happened back there? There was that monster, Henry and Dana came to fight it... then she was going after Aislin... then that God forsaken wave came and knocked her out. Everything after that was a blur, she couldn't remember anything. She still felt weird, sick even, like right now, she was about to hurl. She quickly pulled her body over to the side and vomited what was left of the water (and lunch!) onto the floor... Though, she noticed that there was not a single scratch on her body. Inside or outside. More importantly, she didn't feel pain at all. It was like she was back to normal in he snap of her fingers. Not even her regeneration would work [i]this[/i] fast. Though, she looked to the side and saw some IVs hooked up to her. Theresa couldn't help but roll her eyes. If they read her files, they would know that these don't work on her. It was like pumping [i]water[/i] into her veins. It was strange since her regeneration would make it hard to get it in. This wouldn't do a thing to her. With a hardy grunt, Theresa pulled the IVs out of her arm, and the tiny holes closed fast. Though, what had to be the most eye catching thing was that Theresa was wearing a hospital gown... and [i]nothing[/i] under it. Theresa cringed. Someone [i]undressed[/i] her, and slid her into this perverse piece of cloth. Worse of all, they would find out about her big secret... If they didn't read the files and find out already. Theresa looked around, desperately looking for someone to talk to at least. But there was no one here. No Dana. No Henry. No Aislin... Not even a single [i]nurse[/i]. Oh God, Theresa trembled and put the sheets back over herself as everything that happened started to bear down on her conscious. She was nearly [i]killed[/i] back there. Putting herself on the line for someone else's sake - that she doesn't even know is alive! It felt scary... moments of being underwater flashed before her eyes, as she froze like a dear in headlights. Theresa let out a loud, high-pitched, yelp. There was nothing keeping Theresa here. There was not a scratch on her body. She was in perfect physical condition. No one was holding her here against her will. Facing her emotions, or trying to confide them in others, was too scary of a concept, and Theresa would rather avoid it. Which is why she's going to leave here, and avoid everyone involved for a bit. In the eyes of everyone else; she'd be that cheerful, joker, girl that [i]everyone[/i] can get along with. Avoiding her problems was the best course of action here. Theresa quickly slid her way out of the bed sheets, and walked out the doors, very quickly. Theresa quickly poked her head out the door to look around - Coast is clear. She quickly skittered hallway to hallway, searching for where personal possessions are stored. Theresa was poking her head around a corner... She spied Adam talking to these two Hispanic kids, probably rich going off their clothes. It was for the best Theresa avoids them. "... Sweetheart?" A voice spoke came from behind Theresa, causing her to visibly jolt. Theresa slowly whipped around to see a heavy-set African American nurse that had to be in her early forties. Busted... In all the wrong ways. "Can I help you? You seem like you're looking for something." Well, better make the best of things. "Umm...." Theresa pointed at her gown with both fingers, "I'd like my clothes please... and a changing room too. [i]Theresa Obott[/i] by the way." "Then step right here..." The nurse lead Theresa through the halls of the hospital, though she would have liked it more if she had on some shoes at least. Regardless, the child felt awkward walking around it, it felt like she was being parading around. This gown was too form fitting for her tastes. Theresa hung her head, and turned her face over towards the side so she wouldn't be seen. It didn't last long, though, the nurse presented Theresa's soaked items to her. They reeked of the smell of salt-water, and were still dripping. However, her quiver and bowie knife weren't among the items handed to her. Which meant they were most likely in the Detention Center. The nurse gave her a skeptical glare, almost like she had anticipated Theresa saying no. "... Yes I'm sure." [i]This is going to suck.[/i] The nurse gave her her clothes before directing her to a nice private changing room with a mirror. No prying eyes made Theresa feel comfortable. Theresa looked at the dripping clothes in her hand, and put them down. She didn't want to get back into wet clothes... but there was no other option. She unceremoniously untied her gown and it dropped off of her frame onto the floor. For a second, she looked into the mirror. Unclothed Theresa didn't look as feminine as she did when clothed. Partly because of her thin, male, frame, and partly because.... She looked down for a brief moment. Yeah,[i] that[/i] tends to do that. Regardless, she put her clothes on. No matter how horribly uncomfortable they were to her right now. She shuddered as she awkwardly shuffled out of the room, dragging her feet along, trying her best to [i]look[/i] normal as she walked into the lobby and out the front doors. There she realized that it was raining. Though, the revelation of rain was actually a relief. She smiled as the rain smacked against her face, she even pulled her hair back a bit. This was actually a kind of drenching she could get behind. It was a shame that her cellphone got short-circuited by the tidal wave, but she could get another cheap one from the shop to prevent herself from going crazy. Theresa made it to the dorms rather fast, and like it was every night, it was pretty active. The hallways were full of people going about their day. Thank God no one is talking to her. She could just pass them by and they would not know of the torment she just went through.... Upon approaching her room, Theresa slid the keys in, turned them, and walked into her room. No Poppy in sight. Thank God... Theresa knocked the door closed with her heel and slumped down on the floor. She wrestled her way out of her shirt, and threw it across the room, before kicking her pants off and slinging them a few feet away with her foot. Until she was in nothing but bra and panties. Theresa put her face in her hands, as tears ran down her face. Seriously, she didn't feel anymore helpless than she did right now. More and more visions of that one moment kept flashing before her eyes... That monster... that tidal wave. She was happy to be alive, but... but.... Theresa was stronger than this. She will life as she normally did. Treating every moment like it was all fun. Because if she didn't... She would just realize how worthless she is. Ugh. Theresa got up from her slump, and let out a sigh. She rummaged through her clothes to set out an appropriate outfit. A long sleeved shirt that was had a pattern of purple and lavender stripes, with simply baggy jeans, and white converse sneakers. Theresa topped it off by typing a purple scarf around her face with a very tight knot. Theresa let out a sigh as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her vision noticed something alien in the corner of her eye... Her archery case were neatly rested on her bed. Theresa ran over to it, ecstatic. She went through the bag and it turned out that [i]everything[/i] she owned was here. that she didn't have to explain why she had these weapons to the school... Upon closer inspect, she noticed there was a trail of raindrops that lead to the window to her bed. Something she missed when she walked in. Was it Dana...? Whoever it was, Theresa wasn't going to question it and go with he flow. Guess she has no choice other than to move on. It was for the best anyway. She should head out somewhere... Maybe to get some food. All that regenerating took up a bit of her body's resources. She figured that the cafeteria was the best place to go. Though, she wanted to grab something really fast. Theresa quickly went back into the dorm room's storage room and pulled out a [url=http://images.uptilo.com/kdimusic/9F9ECA67-DF07-421E-8613-940416D669B8.jpg]case[/url]. This was a very special case. Not like her archery case. It had her saxophone! Theresa loved brass instruments, she even had a trumpet somewhere in here, but today she was going to whip out her saxophone. She flipped the saxophone over her shoulder, and said goodbye to her room, leaving her very dangerous weapons out in the open. Only Poppy would be seeing them after all. Theresa ran through the rain towards the cafeteria, and was once again drenched. Heh, she was fine with getting a little wet if she didn't end up smelling like the ocean. Theresa stepped through the doors of the cafeteria and saw that there wasn't too many people here. Just like it always was at this hour. Most people got their fill after class. Then there was the people who had to eat extra like Theresa. Whatever their reasons, Theresa appreciated the alone time. She walked in with a skip and grabbed a tray. She covered it in foods like fried chicken, mash potatoes (and gravy), fried fish, and pork chop sandwiches. Yummy! Having a metabolism as fast as Theresa's meant she could eat as much as she wanted, and not gain an [i]ounce[/i]. All those fat women cramming into McDonalds must be [i]so[/i] jelly. Theresa found a table in the corner, far away from everyone else, so she could properly take off her scarf and eat in peace. She placed the saxophone case on the table, and neatly folded her scarf into a triangle. There she started eating. --- [u][i]Dana Lucille Alcott.[/i][/u] --- [hider=Oliver Tank - Past Present Future][youtube]0ZgDtSDNJhg[/youtube][/hider] One ghostly wail after another. This body, this [i]abomination[/i], was just about done repairing itself - She didn't even regard this form as her true body. Merely a vessel she inhabits when nobody had their eyes on her. Regardless, she stood in the middle of a clearing far away from where the battle took place, and waited, and waited, and waited.... She was long past the point where simple [i]rain[/i] would bother her. She was in a pain like no other. As her bones shifted back into place, and flesh mended, it was an excruciating process at best. To the point where Dana was screaming (Or making sounds that no natural creature can make) loud enough for it to be heard from all over the jungle. But like all pains, it came to an end. Dana's body had successfully regenerated. She knew as her body stopped shifting and mending. Though... a phantom pain lingered. It almost felt like her body hadn't changed at all. She hunched over, growling and groaning. Dana let out one last inhuman wail that was loud enough to be heard from the school. Before ignoring that pain and pressing forward. Dana took one quick look around, body zipping around at lightning fast speeds, realizing that the sun had finally set. She couldn't notice the difference since she was too caught up in healing, and she has a rather superior form of night-vision. Dana stood there, not moving one muscle(?). She had wished she didn't disappear without a word, but she had to. She just couldn't risk changing back into her vulnerable human form with that many people around. It was just a stupid risk at best. Besides... she was best left alone in this state. She could head back now, however, there were some things she wanted to get done. Dana disappeared from that spot, leaving behind only a trail of rustled leaves. In record times, Dana was back at the scene of the battle. This one clearing... she was wondering if the rain could wash away the pain. She shook her alien head from underneath the hood. She moved to where Beast-Jaska's body had degraded into nothing but a pile of ash, some of which was blown away towards the treeline. She knelt down and grabbed a handful of it. A subtle movement of her hand and it idly fell, blowing in the wind. But that memory wasn't what Dana was here for. She looked around the clearing, and she grabbed Theresa's compound bow. It was soaken wet, but seemed to be in good working order. Tess would be able to get it fixed in no tome. Dana used a tentacle to gently wrap around it, holding it up. Dana quickly dashed over to where she had tossed the quiver and bowie knife, and grabbed them with tentacles too, and what was left was Tess's archery case. She found that pretty easily and put it all in one bag. Nice and neat. With that out of the way, Dana dashed her way back towards the school. It only took her a few minutes to get there, and she left a trail of rustled grass in her wake. When she approached the wall she leaped up it in one bound. The next destination was Theresa's dorm room. Dana quickly moved to the dorms, jumping from roof to roof like a ninja. Only the most observant eye would notice her, as she was moving like a blur. Gone just as fast as she appeared. She was standing over the girl's side of the dorms in no time. She quickly began walking down the walls. She didn't assume a crawling stance, she simply walked down the side of the wall like she was dying gravity. Dana knew that Theresa's room was somewhere. She's done this a few times already, she just needs to use reference. There was something that Theresa always put on her window just in case they needed to meet.... A Eagles football team sticker. There it is! Dana quickly strolled over to the window and used her tentacles to pick the lock and open it. Before swinging in. She hated the intrusion, but she wanted to [i]surprise[/i] Tess, and it looked like neither Tess nor Poppy were here. With one tentacle, Dana put the archery case on Tess's bed. She climbed back out the window and closed it. With that, Dana disappeared in a burst of speed. By the time she had reappeared, Dana was standing on top of the dorms. Right on the edge of the roof. Looking down at everyone. She was hard to see against the rainy night sky, but it was fine. She saw Theresa run through the rain, and would have smiled if she was capable of it. Dana just wasn't ready to go back to the dorms just yet... She should be in that hospital checking on Henry, but she felt like too much of a coward to do even that. Until she gained the [i]emotional[/i] strength to go into that hospital. [i]For I stand and wait.[/i] --- [u][i]Shannon Balore, & Deborah Lillian Termellio.[/i][/u] --- [hider=Anthony Hamilton - The Point of it All][youtube]jyW6ww4U1lM[/youtube][/hider] After getting washed up, the two lovers decided to go to bed. They were lying in the same bed asleep, arms wrapped around each other, ever since they got back from that trip. Not in the sexual way. They were still as clothed as they were when they got there. It was more of the affectionate, cuddling, way. They were spooning, they fit together perfectly. They were lying there for hours, attempting to forget that experience they had at the shipwreck, and meeting that strange man. Something was wrong here, Deborah could feel it. She could pretend it isn't that way long as possible, but at some point, the girl was going have to face it. But by then, it'll be too far late. For now, Deborah choose to remain with the one person who gave her comfort, and keep out what's so terrifying. She just wanted a private moment with Shannon... Which might be hard if Victoria comes in. Fortunately, Shannon had barricaded the door. She had the doorknob locked down tightly with hundreds of threads that were attached to various objects in the room. Specifically the bed that they were lying down on. No one of Victoria's build and power set would be able to open it. Deborah's phone buzzed, and she curiously raised her head as it woke her up. That was definitely an indicator she got a text message. It was in her pocket, so she wrestled her hand into it and pulled it out. She calmly read the text, trying not to disturb her bed mate. The next message was something about a familiar someone. "Jago...?" Yes, her cousin that was here that Deborah was supposed to be keeping an eye on. The Lil' bit. Apparently he got himself into a fight with someone, and got thrown into the Detention Center while Deborah wasn't looking. "God damn that little boy...." Deborah said underneath her breath. Looks like it's something she's going have to handle. She slid from underneath the covers, and stood straight up. She let out an ungraceful yawn as she stretched her arms straight up, and tilted her upper body to the side. "Whaaaa...." Shannon lazily said as she felt Deborah moving. She opened one eye, and saw that Deborah was standing straight up... Sort of. She couldn't really see that well without her glasses. She felt around for her glasses on the nightstand, and slid them on. "Leaving so soon, Debs....?" "Yeah... gotta deal with Jago. [i]Again[/i]." Deborah loudly groaned as she undid her pony-tail, and let her black hair flow. "It will only take a few minutes." She calmly said, "I'll be right back." "Actually, Debs..." Shannon clawed her way out of the bed herself, and climbed up to her feet. "I have a few things to sort out myself... So maybe we should just split up for now?" "... That's fine with me." Deborah nodded her head. Before going their separate ways, they pressed lips passionately, and turned to go their separate ways. --- [u][i]Shannon Jacqueline Balore.[/i][/u] --- [hider=Gorillaz - Doncamatic (Joker Remix)][youtube]rPmW58Bv7kg[/youtube][/hider] A few minutes later... Shannon was in the administration building's front desk. With the most triumphant smile on her face. She was holding a note in her hands, giggling uncharacteristically like a school-girl. Her room-mate transferal just got approved! Finally, she'd be out of that room with that bitch Vespera! This was a victory in and of itself. Shannon would have to be quick to get all her stuff out, because Vespera's in for a surprise! She quickly ran through the rainy grounds of the school. Quickly running through the front doors, the stairs up to her floor, and arrived at her room. It was a blessing that Vespera wasn't around, so that meant she could make this quick. Shannon kept a large costume rack in her room that had wheels. With a flick of her wrists, every outfit she owned floated towards her. They forced her drawers and closets open and floated towards the rack with a eerie ghost-like look as they neatly placed themselves on the hangars, or threw themselves on the pole when there wasn't any room left for it. Anything that [i]wasn't[/i] made of a cloth or fabric, Shannon had to take a manual route. She ran over to her night-stand and picked up all of her glasses, and spare electronics, and threw them on the rack. She quickly went into her storage room and pulled out whatever was left. It looked like her hasty move was complete here. Not. Even. [i]Close[/i]. Shannon felt Vespera was [i]desperately[/i] in need of a makeover. All those black slutty outfits were just sooo.... slutty. Like Vespera was begging for attention by wearing them. Shannon was [i]generous[/i] enough to give her a new style. With a snap of her fingers, all of Vespera's outfits floated into the air, and nearly made Shannon vomit because of how [i]ugly[/i] they are. What should she change her style to? Mormon housewife? Typical modest schoolgirl? Nun? The possibilities were endless! Whatever was the complete opposite of Slut-Spider's previous style. Sooooo Shannon choose Mormon Housewife as Vespera's brand new style! With a flick of her wrist, Vespera's outfits unraveled into a shapeless mass of threads. Before they all changed colors, going from black to some brighter colors. White, pink, cyan, orange - Just all the colors that scream [i]sunshine[/i]. Corsets and stockings were replaced with modest button ups (No cleavage at all) and pants, where any high-heels and boots Vespera had were replaced with dress shoes and simple sneakers. In a few minutes, Shannon's work was complete. She was just so [i]skilled[/i] at this point that changing an entire wardrobe is as simple as brushing her teeth. Shannon put all of Vespera's brand new clothes back, and walked out. She wished she could be there when Vespera saw that she had all her clothes changed to what amounted to Church wear. She always thought Vespera needed to be taken down a peg or two. With that done, Shannon moved out of the room at a quick pace. The last thing she wanted was to be caught by her angry room-mate mate as she discovered her vandalism.Shannon already had another room assigned to her, so there wasn't too much of an issue with searching for a place to sleep. In fact, it was down a hallway or two. Shannon walked to her new room! Room: 421. Right now, Shannon wasn't assigned a room mate either, only a new room. That actually worked great for the seamstress. No annoying room mates to deal with. In fact, this could make a great rendezvous for Shannon and Deborah. No one to around to see their acts of affection. Shannon walked into the room, and started unpacking. Which was as simple as willing her clothes into the respective storage areas. She quickly made the sheets of her new bed float off, and they were replaced with the sheets from her old bed. While balling them up and throwing them in the hamper. Shannon was in no rush to put everything away. It was time for some alone time. Shannon and Deborah gave each other their space, so it doesn't look like they're that dependent on each other (Lover or not, you shouldn't spend every second next to each other). Shannon skipped her way out of her room, and waded through the busy dorm rooms. For all this good work, Shannon felt she required a reward. On the way out of the dorms, Shannon grabbed an umbrella that was lying around and unfurled it. Shannon didn't want to get her fancy red-dress wet. She casually strolled her way to the cafe. A nice little building that was set up to give the students a place to chill. But to Shannon it was something different.... To Shannon, it was a place to get some delicious cake! She walked up the counter and ordered some Strawberry cake and a cup of milk. She carried her dish to the furthest part of the cafe. A booth in the corner actually. Before she took a bite out of it with a fork in peace. Hopefully no idealistic twats will ruin this great moment. --- [u][i]Deborah Termellio, & Jago Javaunt.[/i][/u] --- While Shannon was doing her thing, Deborah was heading straight to the detention center. Ignoring the rain since it was actually a pleasant feeling against her fit body. Deborah walked through the doors of the detention center, and was bombarded with the gray-concrete interior. It was set up like a prison, this room was simply the waiting room. It didn't take too much observation to see the hallway full of cells. She looked around and saw the boy of the hour, Jago Javaunt, sitting in a chair. Playing Pokemon on his 3DS. Deborah wanted to make sure to quash this soon as possible. She got on an assertive face, and marched right over to him. "Jago!" Deborah snarled at him. She didn't want to look like his parent, but she was close to his guardian as he gets. "What's this I hear about you getting into a [i]fight[/i]? Little boy, you can't keep acting like this." Jago, the young African-American boy, slowly turned his gaze away from 3DS, and stared right at Deborah. He didn't look amused in the slightest. The boy was wearing a light-blue basketball Jersey, with some matching shorts, and white sneakers. What was most notable was that he had a large black bruise on his cheek. Most likely from taking a heavy punch. "I'll tell you what, [i]cousin[/i]," He spoke cousin like it was an insult, "I'm [i]sorry[/i] that white-boy tried to punk me in front of everyone. I'm also [i]sorry [/i]that I threw a basketball right in his ugly-ass face." Jago rolled his eyes as he returned his attention back to his 3DS. However, Deborah's eyes were on that bruise ([b]Jago received that bruise in the fight, it was the knockout blow[/b]). This boy was too young to be this headstrong and rowdy. He'll pick a fight with the wrong person and get his ass kicked. His ability to defend himself only extends so far. "Regardless, you gotta let it go.... Where the hell do you think you're going?" Mid-sentence, Jago finally got tired of this conversation, turned off his 3DS, snapped it shut. He got up from off the chair and took a few steps towards the door, turning back to answer her, "I just remembered: you're [i]not[/i] my mother-" [i]Glad she ain't around anyway[/i] "-so we're done here." He proceeded to walk right out the door without a second thought. Jago and authority never mixed anyway. People like Adam and Deborah could never quite understand that. When the boy stepped outside, he put his arm over his head, and created a dark-blue force-field to act as an umbrella. Any rain that hit it simply caused a tiny ripple, which was promptly reverted. Jago's path set him on the way to the dorms. Might as well chill there for a little while. It was pointless to go after him, Deborah knew that more than anything. She understood him, and his internal struggles. Empathy was basically a side-dish to her power. Deborah sighed, she needed a better approach at getting through to this boy. Her business here was done, so Deborah walked out of the detention center. Searching for something to do. Someone to talk to.