Rick opened his eyes and sat up from where he was strectched out on the bed. He was quite glad for the disturbance because he was drifting off to sleep. Rick had been on long roads trips before, but nowhere near as exotic as Brazil. The travel had really drained him, but he wanted to stay awake and meet people. Especially his roommates. Rick rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and noticed a very beautiful girl standing in his door. Although the rooms were separated, he had expected to be rooming with only males since not all of them were of legal age. This just briefly passed through his mind as he surveyed the girl in his doorway. She was a brunette with dark features, smooth skin, and a small chin. Rick decided that he was fine with the oversight of having males and females in the same room. He could definitely be ok with all of this.
Rick gave her a puzzled look as he got up since she shut the door, but decided to let it pass since it was probably an instinctive reaction more than a hint. He had always been terrible at picking up on such things. He walked over to the girl, she had said her name was Anna, and stuck out a hand.
"Hey Anna! You look familiar, but I have to be honest I don't think I've ever seen you. No, that's not right, I have. We had art together, what was it, last year? I think that's right, but correct me if I'm wrong. In any case, I'm Rick. It's nice to meet you, Anna."
She was shorter than him and seemed nice enough. He was a little afraid that she was in his art class. He needed an art credit to be on track to graduate and had to take the class. He hated it and regarded everyone in there lesser than him because they actually chose to be in there, whereas, he was forced. Rick remembered being quite rude to several of the girls in there becase they didn't play sports and were a little different than him. Rick had spent most of the time just carving obscene words and things into the tables with an Exacto knife when the teacher had her back turned.
I hope she wasn't in that class and I'm wrong. Even if she wasn't she probably doesn't like me. This is probably just something she felt she had to do since we'll be rooming together. If she was in that class she probably hates me. I was probably a jerk to her. There weren't many in that class that I wasn't mean to. How am I ever going to make friends on this trip if they all aready don't like me?"
Rick flicked his eyes over her shoulder hoping she couldn't see how nervous he was. He was never the most confident person when it came to meeting people, but the fact that she was already acquainted with him, or at least his reputation, made him even more anxious. He hoped she couldn't feel how sweaty his hand was when they shook hands. She was beautiful, but he didn't want her to get the wrong impression. He silently cursed his social anxiety and the poor, social decisions he had made in previous years.
"So, do you know anyone else that is on this trip from school? If there was a list of people that signed up I never saw it. I signed up last minute because a spot opened up just in time. Kinda lucky for me, I guess."
Rick hoped that sounded a lot more confident than he felt because to him it just sounded like babble. He silently cursed himself again for how inept he was at all of this.
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Alright. Just wanted to clarify before I started on my next post.
Question: Anna and Rick are in Room 1 together. Does this mean all the beds are in the same room or does each room have their own bedrooms? I was under the impression that the rooms had like a kitchenette and a shared bathroom and all the beds were in the same room. Sort of like a small condo at a resort. Just a bit of clarification because I'm confused. This may have already been stated and I missed it and if so, I'm sorry.
Rick rolled out of bed and hit the alarm clock. He showered and put on a comfy, red sweatshirt that read 'Midfielder' over a plain, dark grey, t-shirt that hugged his muscles quite nicely. He wore a pair of loose, faded jeans and black sneakers. Nothing too fancy. The flight was going to be long and he was dressing comfortable. As far as Rick knew there was no one to impress. Sure, he wanted to make friends, but hopefully his clothes wouldn't be the only impression they remembered.
He grabbed his iPod, phone, keys, wallet, and luggage as he walked through his house. He went through a checklist in his head to see if he remembered everything. He got to the end of it and seemed to have everything. If there was anything that he had forgotton it would surely be for sale somewhere in the city if it was a necessity. There was a note from his mother on the fridge. She had already left for her one of two jobs that she worked since Rick's father had left them. The warned him to be careful and not get taken advantage of, not to show off too much, make friends, and the she loved him. The last part was obvious. Rick had never doubted his mother's love and she had always had enough to replace the missing parent in his life.
Rick started up his pick-up truck and headed to the airport. He prayed as he drove there that it wouldn't die. Ever since he had totaled his car last summer, he had been driving the 'ole rust bucket' as he liked to call it. It wasn't much but it got him from point A to point B. Even better, he still had his license and a vehicle, which was more than he expected after taking out that farmer's fence.
Rick pulled up to the airport and parked his truck in long-term storage. He was fairly sure nothing would happen to it because honestly who would want it. He walked into the terminal and through all the security measures. He didn't mind too much the pat-downs and x-rays. Social media had ruined and sense of privacy that the previous generations had enjoyed. He had grown up under this scrutiny and so it didn't bother him much. He placidly strolled through security and to the gate his flight would leave from. He sat with his headphones in and waited for his flight to be called. When it was, he produced his ticket and walked to the back of the plane where his seat was. He saw a few familiar faces from school as he walked by, but none recognized him. Or rather, he thought to himself no one cared to recognize me. What have I gotten myself into. I have no friends on this trip and I'm not going to make any. I'll just enjoy myself when I can and shut myself in my room during the down time.
The flight was fairly uneventful and Rick promptly went to asleep before he could even pull up the playlist that he had made specifically for the flight. Next thing he knew the blessedly quiet, still, and altogether boring gentleman that had sat next to him on the flight was gently tapping his shoulder. Rick was the third to last one off the plane and after a bit of looking around the terminal, found the "Teen-Stress Relief" counter. He signed in and exited the terminal. He briefly considered walking because it was so beautiful and he wanted to see some of the city, but decided against it since he had no idea where the hotel was other than an address.
Rick hailed a cab and put his luggage in the back. The cabbie knew very little English so Rick just handed him the address and hoped that the driver knew the city well. During the ride Rick was plastered to the window taking in all the sights of the city. Even though most of what he saw was poverty it still fascinated him. He saw a few young boys play soccer in the street and secretly hoped there would be an opportunity to play a match against some his own age while he was here.
The cab pulled up to the, what Rick hoped, hotel. Rick paid the cabbie and carried his stuff indoors. It was indeed the hotel. He pulled out his key which said 1 and unlocked his door. He noticed a girl in the living area as he walked in his room. Someone had already claimed one of three beds. Rick put his luggage next to a vacant one, layed on the bed, and stretched out. He had been cramped so long. All in all, he was just happy that he made it and that he was here. Rick hoped that it would be a trip worth remembering.
He grabbed his iPod, phone, keys, wallet, and luggage as he walked through his house. He went through a checklist in his head to see if he remembered everything. He got to the end of it and seemed to have everything. If there was anything that he had forgotton it would surely be for sale somewhere in the city if it was a necessity. There was a note from his mother on the fridge. She had already left for her one of two jobs that she worked since Rick's father had left them. The warned him to be careful and not get taken advantage of, not to show off too much, make friends, and the she loved him. The last part was obvious. Rick had never doubted his mother's love and she had always had enough to replace the missing parent in his life.
Rick started up his pick-up truck and headed to the airport. He prayed as he drove there that it wouldn't die. Ever since he had totaled his car last summer, he had been driving the 'ole rust bucket' as he liked to call it. It wasn't much but it got him from point A to point B. Even better, he still had his license and a vehicle, which was more than he expected after taking out that farmer's fence.
Rick pulled up to the airport and parked his truck in long-term storage. He was fairly sure nothing would happen to it because honestly who would want it. He walked into the terminal and through all the security measures. He didn't mind too much the pat-downs and x-rays. Social media had ruined and sense of privacy that the previous generations had enjoyed. He had grown up under this scrutiny and so it didn't bother him much. He placidly strolled through security and to the gate his flight would leave from. He sat with his headphones in and waited for his flight to be called. When it was, he produced his ticket and walked to the back of the plane where his seat was. He saw a few familiar faces from school as he walked by, but none recognized him. Or rather, he thought to himself no one cared to recognize me. What have I gotten myself into. I have no friends on this trip and I'm not going to make any. I'll just enjoy myself when I can and shut myself in my room during the down time.
The flight was fairly uneventful and Rick promptly went to asleep before he could even pull up the playlist that he had made specifically for the flight. Next thing he knew the blessedly quiet, still, and altogether boring gentleman that had sat next to him on the flight was gently tapping his shoulder. Rick was the third to last one off the plane and after a bit of looking around the terminal, found the "Teen-Stress Relief" counter. He signed in and exited the terminal. He briefly considered walking because it was so beautiful and he wanted to see some of the city, but decided against it since he had no idea where the hotel was other than an address.
Rick hailed a cab and put his luggage in the back. The cabbie knew very little English so Rick just handed him the address and hoped that the driver knew the city well. During the ride Rick was plastered to the window taking in all the sights of the city. Even though most of what he saw was poverty it still fascinated him. He saw a few young boys play soccer in the street and secretly hoped there would be an opportunity to play a match against some his own age while he was here.
The cab pulled up to the, what Rick hoped, hotel. Rick paid the cabbie and carried his stuff indoors. It was indeed the hotel. He pulled out his key which said 1 and unlocked his door. He noticed a girl in the living area as he walked in his room. Someone had already claimed one of three beds. Rick put his luggage next to a vacant one, layed on the bed, and stretched out. He had been cramped so long. All in all, he was just happy that he made it and that he was here. Rick hoped that it would be a trip worth remembering.
IAmThea said
I'm not too sure about this power. Maybe you could adjust it a bit? Having total control over the weather based on a mood seems a bit too powerful.
He doesn't have control over it and I was planning at tops having him be able to cause fog or make the wind gust extra hard at tops as far a control. Only extreme emotion will change the weather. If that's ok. If not I don't mind changing things.
I'm sorry but I think I have to duck out of this one. I'm just short on time as of late and if I did post they wouldn't be very good.
Appearance first: Kyle Stagner
Name: Kyle Stagner
Age: 16
Year: 3
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural; Kyle can control weather. He doesn't know this and it usually corresponds with his mood. This is probably why he hasn't realized his powers yet. Is it raining because he's sad or is he sad because it's raining sort of thing.
Personality: Kyle is a fairly even keeled individual. He goes with the flow and rarely steps up to a leadership role. Kyle is deathly afraid of making mistakes. He doesn't mind breaking rules as long as he is with a group. He is in no way a shy individual and sometimes falls behind in his work because he hangs out with friends so often. He just hates it when they look to him to make a decision for the group. Kyle's a friendly individual.
Bio: Kyle was born into a small family in the western part of Florida where a storm could pop up at a moments notice or the clouds could part to allow a beam of sunshine to break through. These were not uncommon occurences and certainly were not to Kyle. He had never noticed that these weather patterns always matched his mood perfectly. His parents were not the wealthiest people is Florida, but they were close. Although it was uncommon among the elite, Kyle's parents cared for him deeply. He was never forgotton and his parents were always home for at least dinner and a goodnight kiss if nothing else.
Kyle saw much of the world growing up and saw an equal number of boarding schools. Kyle's parents didn't ship him off to get rid of him, but rather he has studies internationally in several different countries. Due to this, Kyle has a smattering of French, German, Spanish, and Italian. He isn't anywhere close to fluent in any of these languages, but can say a few phrases in each. He is now being sent to Northwood Academy to learn about his parent culture, ironically something that he lacks.
How you came to the school: Transfer
Preferred Dorm: Dorsey Hall
Name: Kyle Stagner
Age: 16
Year: 3
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural; Kyle can control weather. He doesn't know this and it usually corresponds with his mood. This is probably why he hasn't realized his powers yet. Is it raining because he's sad or is he sad because it's raining sort of thing.
Personality: Kyle is a fairly even keeled individual. He goes with the flow and rarely steps up to a leadership role. Kyle is deathly afraid of making mistakes. He doesn't mind breaking rules as long as he is with a group. He is in no way a shy individual and sometimes falls behind in his work because he hangs out with friends so often. He just hates it when they look to him to make a decision for the group. Kyle's a friendly individual.
Bio: Kyle was born into a small family in the western part of Florida where a storm could pop up at a moments notice or the clouds could part to allow a beam of sunshine to break through. These were not uncommon occurences and certainly were not to Kyle. He had never noticed that these weather patterns always matched his mood perfectly. His parents were not the wealthiest people is Florida, but they were close. Although it was uncommon among the elite, Kyle's parents cared for him deeply. He was never forgotton and his parents were always home for at least dinner and a goodnight kiss if nothing else.
Kyle saw much of the world growing up and saw an equal number of boarding schools. Kyle's parents didn't ship him off to get rid of him, but rather he has studies internationally in several different countries. Due to this, Kyle has a smattering of French, German, Spanish, and Italian. He isn't anywhere close to fluent in any of these languages, but can say a few phrases in each. He is now being sent to Northwood Academy to learn about his parent culture, ironically something that he lacks.
How you came to the school: Transfer
Preferred Dorm: Dorsey Hall
Interested. Also liked the video. Might have to go check the game out now.
double post. sorry
Interested, but are all the students supernaturally gifted or are there normal students as well?
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