[u][i]Dana Lucille Alcott.[/i][/u] --- Hm? Someone was up here talking to her, someone familiar. Who in their right mind would climb up here and talk to her? Even while she wasn't... herself. Dana turned her head and peered through her cloak. Night vision was enough to see through the darkness. Of course it had to be Vespera... The school's pet sociopath. Dana sneered from under the cloak. This woman was someone she definitely didn't want to talk to. Vespera and Dana were on two different ends of the social spectrum. Yes, simply from their contrasting personality she knew they weren't going to be friends. However, a problem came from being up here alone with her, and revealing her identity to her. She didn't want Vespera, of all people, knowing of her true power. Which meant she would have be to careful. In this body... she felt different. She... was different. Under the cloak... when eyes are averted, she is no longer Ms. Alcott. She shouldn't exist. Dana had to choose her words very carefully. She knew how aggressive Vespera can be, so starting a fight would be stupid. But, bending forward for this lunatic was not in her intentions. While [i]Dana Alcott[/i] was a doormat, she just wasn't Dana right now. "I am nobody...." Dana said, her voice was horribly warped, nearly sounding electronic, but there was a little bit of her original voice heard if one payed attention. "Merely someone who will come and go..." Dana whipped around and faced forward. The most difficult thing here was forcing herself to act like a stranger. --- [i][u]Jago Andrew Javuant, & Ben Voss.[/u][/i] [i](Written in collaboration with Jazzy)[/i] --- Treating his little talk down from his cousin lightly as possible, Jago walked through the halls of the Academy. It wasn't [i]his fault[/i] that people pissed him off sometimes. It was just a factoid of life. Which is why Jago here is going to continue from here and chill. The student lounge was open? He heard two knuckleheads went at it in there. He was sad that he missed that one, but whatever. Everyone in this school acted like they were Superman, so another fight was just around the corner (Next one might even have him!). It annoying, but exciting- What broke his train of thought was a nice vending machine. Not just [i]any[/i] vending machine. A [i]drink[/i] vending machine. One thing Jago couldn't resist was a good drink! He skittered over to it, and pulled out a dollar bill... though... he had a better idea in his head. Staff might not like it, though! A bottle of Sprite started floating out of place. Someone could walk by and mistake it for being weightless if there wasn't a dark-purple aura around it. Now this part was a little tricky... Since he never tried it on anything bigger than a pencil before - but that isn't important. As it floated, he tried to will it towards the bin. He's trying some real Jedi shit here. It started floating, and floating, and floating... and doing absolutely nothing. This jazz was frustrating. He seen all sorts of kids do this. Why the hell can't [i]he do this[/i]? The bottle of Sprite quickly fell back into place, and that pissed Jago off even more. He pushed off against it, turning around in the process, and huffed loudly. He face palmed, before just giving in and just paying for it. He pulled a dollar and a quarter out his pocket and slid it in, and like that, he received his Sprite. Worked better this way. Who knows where that old-head Adam - or that fucking Lizard freak - is lurking? Jago didn't want to hear cousin Deb's bitching anyway. The journey continued as Jago pressed the bottle of sprite against his lips and started gulping down. He stepped through the doors of the lounge, and amazing, it wasn't trashed. He was expecting one fire, but that was too much to ask for, now was it? He took a look around and saw nobody that he knew, so he figured that he'd chill. He was going to play some good old Pokemon! Sure, other kids said it was lame, but what the hell else are you supposed to do here? Learn? Well, maybe he'd play pool with someone. He quickly walked up to the pool tables and leaned up against it, and whipped out his 3DS and started playing on it. He'd keep playing until someone came around to entertain him. Ben had retired to the lounge himself, he was currently sitting down in one of the chairs with one of his college textbooks, reviewing Oxidation reactions in Chemistry. It was hard shit, he was getting it, but it was still hard. His eyes were brought up when a new person entered the room, young man of color. He watched as he started messing around with the vending machine. He swore to himself that if he bought grape soda he was going to throw a fit and hurt Pink when he got back home. But everything turned out alright when he ended up getting a Sprite. Ben raised an eyebrow, and took out his board. He watched and waited, seeing the boy was now up against the pool table, all without noticing him. He watched, and heard the low music of a pokemon game. He smiled, he had played some of the oldest ones in the past, but none within the last decade or so. That little contraption that he had looked fancy and new too. He stood up and walked a bit closer, ending up behind the boy looking over at what he was doing in the game. He wrote down a quick 'What pokemon game are you playing?' to try and spark some communication. The boy raised an eyebrow and looked at this fucking tower standing over him. He looked like a redneck giant, had a beard, and really looked like a racist bastard (At least to him). Jesus. Did they delay this guy's education so much that he's going to high school in his thirties? Jago rolled his eyes. This school was packed full of freaks. A dumb guy wasn't the worst thing going on in here. He looked at the note, then back up to Ben, then back to the note. They probably didn't teach him how to speak either. Brilliant. [i]What boat did you come off of that they didn't even teach you how to talk, Big-man?[/i] Though, he wasn't going to say that. It would be stupid to even [i]think[/i] that. He put up a finger as he rudely took a few gulps of his sprite. Before he answered. "X/Y. The only one that's even out for this. At least until the new games come out.." Ben shook his head, and wrote a quick '[i]I'm mute, excuse the board.[/i]' Honestly, he just asked a question. There wasn't much need to react so... negatively. He, in a way, hated this generation already. Abe was a bit of a dick, but he had an excuse, Shannon seemed to dislike him for everything up until he became her friend, and now this little squirt was being this way. Jesus, kids these days. He decided to answer the boy's response. '[i]I apologize for my lack of knowledge, I've been working for a long time, haven't had time to sit back and enjoy a game in a while.[/i]' He was ignoring the finger for a moment, giving the boy the benefit of doubt on just not knowing what was rude and what was not. Mute, eh? Well that explains a lot. Maybe Jago was a little too hasty on the whole "lol he's probably dumb yolo" thing. Whatever. Jago was going to keep this conversation going, because there's literally nothing else for him to do right now other than get bored. "Big-Man, you really can't talk?" He had to asked as he read the board. He wondered how this guy lived like this. ,"Damn, man... I wonder how that feels like. Bet ya' had moments where you were dying to tell someone to shut up, hahaha..." Never being able to talk... then again, being as massive as he is, he doesn't need to. His presence talks for him. He whistled quietly. "But I bet someone like you doesn't even need to talk." He pointed at Ben's body with one finger. Ben shrugged. He did wish he could speak sometimes. '[i]It would make conversing easier. I dont want to always come off as a big mean man, I like to think I'm a pretty friendly guy. I've managed to befriend two girls named Shannon and Deborah on my first day being here. You happen to know them?[/i]" It was almost like Big-Man here had telepathy! Though, Jago had to roll his eyes up into his head. He didn't want to be reminded of Deborah right now. Because that was in the way of fun, man. You can't have fun if you're always thinking of [i]downers[/i] like Deborah. "Yeah," Jago started off, as he downed the Sprite, and took the last gulp. He felt disappointed since, he's out of soda. "Deborah's my cousin, annoying too. Dunno about the Red head, but she makes [i]siiiick[/i] clothes." Ben nodded, looking over to continue to watch the game Jago was playing, before he smacked himself on the head. He didn't know Jago's name! So he put on his sunglasses and wrote on his whiteboard '[i]My name is Ben, what's yours?[/i]' as the 4th wall exploded behind him. Mute guys and cool guys dont look at explosions. Oh, they're doing the name game now? Weeell... Jago was pretty meh, but he appreciated that Ben dropped the subject of Deborah and that was [i]fine[/i]. Ben, eh? Something told Jago that his name was the most unique here. "Heh... My name is [i]Jago[/i], Big Man. Jago Javuant..." Jago raised an eyebrow as Ben walked off, without his white board. He shrugged and started playing his DS again. It wasn't important. Ben left his whiteboard at the table and walked over to the soda machine, seeing the kid was out of what he was drinking, and bought the most interesting soda he could see, which happened to be watermelon soda. He returned to the boy once again and slid it over to him. Oh, hell naw. No. This big man was cool for a minute, but now? He's handing him fucking bottles of [i]watermelon[/i] soda. There were people that would brush moments like this off, then there was Jago who would explode all over him. "Oh hell naw!" Jago loudly exclaimed as he slapped the watermelon soda on the floor. "You think just because I'm [i]black[/i] I like watermelons, Big-Man!? [i]Unbelievable[/i]!" He grabbed a pool-cue by the tip, and slapped it into his other hand in a very threatening manner. Like, "hey, I'm going to smash this over your head in a second!" Which was what Jago felt like doing. But he was going to keep his cool... at least for Debby. "Racist bastard..." Jago muttered under his breath. Staring directly at Ben. Ben looked at Jago for a second, trying to figure out what the fuck he did this time. Now he was freaking out, and threatening him. Fuck it, time to show this kid how a real man handles situations. He picked up the soda from the ground very slowly, then with as much strength as he had ripped it open, and then downed the whole damn thing in one go, then proceeded to take the empty can and smash it against his forehead. Now that it was completely crumpled, Ben proceeded to hold it like a baseball and then throw it like a 90MPH heater straight through the Lounge window. He'd fix it later. He fixed fucking everything on this damn island. Might as well break some of it too. He grabbed his whiteboard and used his whole arm sleeve to wipe away what he last wrote, and then scribbled a messaged saying '[i]I grew up on a small farm, I have NO FUCKING CLUE what the hell is racist and what isnt.[/i]' then he proceeded to snap the board over his knee and give the two pieces to Jago. He'd fucking fix that too. It was made of wood anyways. Jesus! Now [i]THAT[/i] was unexpected. Ben the racist fucker actually threw it through a window, and apologized. Jago wasn't sure if he could even stay angry. Though, he would be mighty pissed if Big-man here wasn't punished. Because, man, he couldn't get away with shit like that even if he tried! The world was so harsh on a little black boy. "Woooah, Big-man! That shit wasn't even necessary!" When he was handed the white-board, he made it float in the air using his telekinesis. A dark-purple aura surrounded it, because, fuck touching that. Jago has no idea where this weird ass man's been putting it (Probably up his ass!). "Alright, Ben, let's just leave it at this and pretend this never happened and be cool?" Ben simply sighed and nodded, swiping his board pieces and placing them back together and transferring some of his power to them, welding the wood back together. There was still a crack in the center on the plastic part, but oh well. With his marker he added '[i]Agreed.[/i]'.