[i][u]Adam Leo Blackmore.[/u][/i] --- Adam was easily the first person on scene. He needed to wait here. Yes, it was a tragedy that Vera had died, at such... ambiguous... circumstances. But the school has to go on. An important part of that had to be supporting the Headmaster and being there to keep the students in check. So he stood there on the stage wearing a grey suit. However, what caught his eye was a particular man... or creature, if he was cruel enough to apply the term to him. Tall, covered in gaze, and worst of all, had that giant metal dome on his head... Creepy, yes. But Adam has seen it all (Meta-humans with the most amazing and strangest powers), and has become long desensitized to such. Ah, yes, Dr. Ruben. Adam was told of his arrival, but at such an inopportune time... He wished they would meet under different circumstances. But he figured that he'd introduce himself to Ruben. He is the lead power instructor, and a big name on this island. Adam walked up to the strange man, and nodded his head. Completely unfazed by his appearance. "Dr. Ruben, it is a pleasure to meet you." He himself was unsure if Ruben could even see him. "I am [i]Adam Blackmore[/i], head Power Instructor." --- [u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio, & Shannon Jacqueline Balore.[/i][/u] --- While they were conversing, Deborah noticed that Aislin was walking up to them... But, damn, she looked like shit! Like she hadn't gotten the chance to sleep ([b]She has been relying on coffee to keep functioning[/b]). And Deborah didn't even need her power in order to tell her that. Deborah bit her fingertips as she examined Aislin. She had deduced that [i]something[/i] had happened in their absence. Which worried her, since the Power Training, she was doing just great. But a lot of time had passed since they last seen each other, and going off what happened at the shipwreck, she had [i]plenty[/i] of time to get into something. Hero of another story, eh? "Aislin, it's nice to see you again..." Deborah trailed off as she stared at Aislin. "... But you look awful, girl. What's wrong?" She knew this question was redundant because she knew that Aislin had a bad time, but she was looking for the specifics. Shannon herself had to raise an eyebrow. She never expected to see this girl again - nor did she really want to, honestly. Shannon had expected Aislin to be thrown off the island for drug possession, but this week has been full of surprises hasn't it? "Hello, Ms. Rose..." Shannon said in her usual tone of voice. She was fine with dismissing Aislin, but she has the eyes of Deborah. --- [u][i]Valjean Vaseal.[/i][/u] --- Outside the Administration building, leaning on a wall to the side, with one boot. Wearing a tan jacket, blue jeans, combat boots, with a white t-shirt (He even had a scorpion-stinger shaped locket around his next). Unlike any of the other people here, Valjean was made for the desert! He could walk around on the hottest days in winter-gear and not even bat an eyelash. He was enjoying a nice cigarette. He took in one puff and breathed it out through his lips. Oh boy. Looks like the school just got a whole lot more interesting! Valjean would go far enough to say say better, but he's not [i]that[/i] big of a dick. But here's the 411: apparently that Vera chick got herself murdered. It didn't bother him even in the slightest, since he personally didn't give a fuck about that chick (Because who the hell even has that hairstyle!? A real moron). Problem here was obvious: there's a fucking psycho killer running around! Someone has to handle that shit. Might as well be the Desert Scorpion. He'll be a real fucking hero. The hero this school needs. With Debby by his side, finding this - actually, with all these detectives and investigators, why the hell haven't an Extra-Sensory type solved all this bullshit yet? See? Everyone here is useless and would rather sit around with a thumb up their asses than do something about it. Which is why those who [i]act[/i] are the top dogs rather than these... lapdogs. Now where should he start? Well, maybe he should get suspects. Like in those cop shows. The people who could have easily done it. ... He should also be in the auditorium! The muscular French-man flicked the cigarette away as he got up. He adjusted his jacket as he marched through the doors of the auditorium. The Headmaster had something important, but Valjean isn't listening. It's probably just going to be some nonsense about how the "school is perfectly safe" or how "The killer will be brought to justice!". Valjean can already picture the headmaster slobbering around like Richard Nixon. But that wasn't the point. He walked into the auditorium and tried to paint the perfect picture of who could have done it.... He saw Debby talking to some chick, but whatever! He'll talk to her in a second after he gets a good enough suspect. She'll be able to work all of this out. There was Kade... Actually, that would make sense if she was the killer. With that inverse universe crap, she could have killed Vera and got away! Or took her into the inverse. Now that made the most sense. Why she would do it? He didn't know! That's the beauty of detective work. He was going to [i]find[/i] out! Like any good detective, Valjean walked up to her, hands in pocket. Giving her a half-grin as his muscular frame moved over towards her. He didn't do a good job of hiding his intentions. "Hey, Kade," He said, letting his French accent slip blatantly. He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French underneath his breath. "How have you been, girl?" Valjean spoke to her, like they were friends. When everyone here knows otherwise. --- [u][i]Jago Andrew Javuant.[/i][/u] --- Hm? Jago looked up and eyeballed some fruity bastard took a seat not too far away - staring at him. What is he [i]gay[/i]? Jago stared at him, with a curious eyebrow raised upwards, as he drunk the soda with loud gulps. He was giving this fruit-loop the old up-down. Yup, definitely a fruit-loop. Only a goddamn fruit-loop wears a turtle-neck. Overall this guy looked like a real fag. The kind of guy who licks up salty magical gumdrops in alleyways. Thin, wimpy, pale, [i]white[/i],and probably never seen a gym in that goddamn worthless life of his. Worst of all - [i]Worst[/i] of all, he had this blue-ass hairdo that looked like a retarded anime character. Like seriously man. Why do white people paint their hair [i]extravagant[/i] colors to look cool, when all they do is make themselves look retarded? Which is what made June here fruit-loop of the year. Nah, the [i]king[/i] of the fruit-loops. Like Elvis or some shit. Ugh. Jago rolled his eyes. This Fruit-loop ass motherfucker better not be trying to talk to him. For a second, young Jago looked around to find someone else to talk to at least... Cousin Debby and Carrot-top talking to some white chick - Well, at least she has a nice ass. What else? There was Big-Man and China-Town. Jago exchanged glances with them before moving on. He had generally had mixed feelings about Big-Man and his wifey. On one hand, they were kinda annoying, on the other, ugh, Jago didn't know what to really think. But that's a rockin' rack on her, ten out of ten. Uh, who else? There was that other weirdo... Wrapped up in fucking bandages like he was a mummy impersonation. Except this weird motherfucker had this helmet on. Lookin' like some real horror movie. Honestly, in a school full of giant Lizard-fuckers, Spider-bitches, and Sea Urchin freaks, a B-movie horror monster didn't bother him all that much. Adam was talking to him so that meant he was important in some way. Now what was he doing? Oh yeah. Trying to do anything but talk to the fruit-loop. Eh. It was a downhill battle anyway. He was too adamant and lazy to walk off, and deep down he really wanted to distract himself from Vera's death. Even talk to these fucks. Jago shuddered. Maybe he'll get some enjoyment out of hearing what bullshit this Fruit-loop has to say. "Yo," The young boy started off, "Yo hair looks like some anime cosplay gone wrong." There. He said it. Conversation starter of the year. --- [u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u] --- [hider=Foster the People - Chin Music for the Unsuspecting Hero][youtube]a0WMaTw6QpA[/youtube][/hider] "Yes sir, that's everything..." Theresa moaned as she handed her knife to an investigator that came to the island. They were apparently going room to room, searching for [i]anything[/i] that could have been used as a murder weapon. Which meant her hunting weapons had to go. It was a shame, since these were oh so sentimental to the trans teen. But it was life. The investigator left with all her things, and Theresa dropped backwards onto her bed, letting out a sigh. They probably thought [i]she[/i] was the killer. When Vera was her best friend, and she herself was one of the kindest students here. She never hurt a fly, and never considered it. Tears started flowing down her pale white cheeks, and stained the blue bedsheets of her room. Just where are all her friends when she needed them? Poppy, Kade, Henry, Dana, Ethan, Aislin... Looks like she's all alone here. No friends. Just lonely old Theresa. The whole she was lying here, she was wearing nothing but an unstuffed bra and pajama pants (That didn't do an excellent job at hiding that [i]certain something[/i]). She grabbed a red scarf and wiped her own tears with it. Theresa wrapped the scarf around her face tightly as to prevent her from getting too much of her drug into the air. She got off the bed and dropped those pajama pants as she casually strolled over to her dresser. What should she wear today...? Honestly, it barely mattered to her anymore. It was like she was losing care for such small things like what she was going to wear. So Theresa merely threw on a blue V-neck blouse, and a jean skirt. She put on some ear-rings and stared at herself in the mirror for a second as she put on black leather cowboy boots. Stylish, yes? She didn't know why she choose this outfit in particular, but she felt like it... suited her. She grabbed her skirt, put one foot in front of the other, and bowed. Like a princess. With that out of the way, Theresa was out of the door. She felt much more like a freak than normally. Every eye that traced over her... Dear God, what has become of her? Being this paranoid and lacking this much confidence in herself? She didn't... she just wanted to have fun. Relieve stress. Yeah, that's the best cure. Just go out and try to make the best of this. Have fun! Live life to it's fullest! Theresa made her way to the auditorium... Wow, there was so many people here. She was unsure of what to do herself. There were a few familiar faces but... Theresa was scared to face them. Because that means she would have to face her emotions. Something she'd rather avoid, it's so stressful opening up yourself. Theresa found a seat in the far corner, and pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. Just waiting for this damn speech to be over with so that she can retreat back into her dorm room. Funny, huh? Theresa went from longing for her friends to avoiding them. Merely because of her inability to handle emotional situations. --- [u][i]Dana Lucille Alcott.[/i][/u] --- All those good memories.... They felt like they've gone... gone.... to [i]waste[/i]... Dana stared herself in the mirror, well, the alternate form she takes when nobody is watching her. A Goddamn abomination, that's what... She was staring at herself for what felt like hours, so long that she lost track of time. Personally, she wondered [i]what[/i] is her default form. Honestly, she didn't know anymore. Dana has felt so... apathetic since learning about Vera's death. She was fighting back the tears, but knew that they would come eventually. It was Vera Dubnin after all. One of her closest friends, and it might have been the empathy ability, but she felt like she could confide in Vera. All this stress... all this violence. It was so draining. Dana just wanted to hide herself away - but she couldn't. Academy 218 was her home, and nothing is going to change that. Whatever is going to happen, she was going to be apart of it. Sighing again, Dana rolled out of the room, and fortunately another student caught eye of her. She turned back into a human being instantly. Not a hint of what she was a moment ago. Because of how stressful times had been on her, she wasn't feeling like dressing spectacularly at all. She was wearing a black t-shirt and some jeans. She would have wore a hat, but in her mood, she didn't feel like it. Dana let out a sigh as she continued towards the auditorium, and arrived there. Looks like she popped up right before the headmaster's speech. She was just in time, she guessed. Dana let out yet another sigh as she looked around. Scanning for anyone she knew... Henry. He was the only person she could talk to about this like adults. The wheelchair bound woman rolled her way towards Henry and tried to force a smile, before returning to that gloomy frown. "Hello, Henry..." She looked around, "We haven't talked since... have we?" She was referring to the incident regarding Beast-Jaska, but she trailed off being unsure of where to proceed with the conversation.