[centre] [h3][color=CD5C5C]~Gracie Turner~[/color][/h3] [color=DarkSlateGray][u][b]“I have quite a few questions. I wasn’t told much about this school before I found myself on the train to here. So I have been wondering what the rules are around here?[/b][/u][/color] The voice came from directly beside Gracie. A blonde guy that was drawing earlier. He had a point. Surely there had to be some sort of disparency between this and a normal high school. After all, a normal high school didn’t usually have students that...well...did what they did. [color=f7976a]“Ehe, well, I’m pretty sure the rules here aren’t too different from your normal high school. Dunno, since I’ve never been to one before!”[/color] ...nev...how was she teaching then? A teaching certificate required a certain level of education. Was she...was she making a jest? Gracie frowned. She had to be. Ms. Hillard had an odd humor. Using even more tentacles, teacher erased the board then started...well...illustrating the rest of her speech. Honestly, Gracie was impressed. [color=f7976a]“So, skipping class is a no,”[/color] Gracie shot mental daggers at Graham without turning back to him. Lazy potato. Though...to be fair...Tabitha wasn’t proving to be much better. Gracie sighed. There was no saving them. [color=f7976a]“Being late would result in bad stuffs. Fighting would result in…bad stuffs happening to you, like expulsion! Or suspension. But really, if you want an in-depth look at the rules, you should probably ask Nina in your next class. She is, after all, the Vice-Principal and would know these things much better than I, a lowly biology teacher would!~”[/color] ...But shouldn’t all teachers know the basic rules of the school? Oh, Ms. Hillard...Gracie wasn’t quite sure she’d ever get used to that humor. Still, she brought up and odd fact. The Vice-Prinicpal would be teaching a class? That was...different. In her previous schools, the VP would just sit in his office, being fat and lazy. Or sometimes he’d patrol the halls, looking for scandalous girls who happened to be breaking the dress code with their short skirts or spaghetti straps. Then he’d take them back to his office to be yelled at and await their parents. Which honestly, for such a humongous pervert, had to be a cushy gig. Gracie despised that man. Just having him look at her gave her the creeps. ...Right then. What was happening? [color=f7976a]“...logists after all, so please, I will answer any and all questions!~”[/color] Well...Gracie considered for a moment, but no, she couldn’t come up with any questions. She was just ready for things to begin. Others disagreed. [color=orange]“Concerning biology, I am kind of curious… Are you human?”[/color] Gracie turned back to the source of the voice just a couple seats back from her. She was tall. Even sitting down, Gracie could tell. She was rather attractive, what with her pale skin and blonde hair, but it was the eyes that Gracie found odd… They were as red as blood and...her pupils were slits. They were unsettling. Unnerving. The pot was calling the kettle out on being black. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=FFB6C1]~Tabitha Turner~[/color][/h3] [color=blue]“Well look at this,"[/color] Huh. That was odd. Anouk’s voice sounded a bit different. Actually a lot different. Had a bit of a different accent to it, too... [color=blue]“Looks like someone's tryin' to mess with the fuse box."[/color] ...That wasn’t Anouk. Stupid stupid stupid. [color=blue]"It'd be horrible if someone told a teacher on you guys."[/color] Tabby looked back to see a fairly tallish pale chick by Anouk. Black hair, blue streaks. Well, shit. It sounded like she wanted black and blue eyes to match! Tabby put her hands together and cracked her knuckles. If she wanted to be a problem, then great. She could use some fun. [color=silver]“Ohh am I? I haven’t done anything except for looking at it. Is that so bad? Besides, if you tell on me not being in class, don’t you think they’ll ask questions as to why you’re not in class either?”[/color] Tabby blinked, caught off guard. Anouk was quick. Right the fuck on. Tabby beamed at her partner in crime. … It seemed as though they weren’t the only crime partners. Tabby had noticed some guy getting closer to the little group after palechick. And now he was gone. And the door to the kitchen was softly closing. [color=fdc68a]“Motherfucker…”[/color] Tabby, leaving the newcomer to Anouk, inched her way to the kitchen door. She barely opened it and peered inside. The lights and everything were still on, and some of the kitchen staff was inside, apparently cleaning up from breakfast and getting prepared for lunch. Had she imagined seeing the dude? Because it seemed like that was the only plausible thing...unless the dude could like, go invisible. And why not? It wouldn’t be the strangest thing Tabby saw here. Or...didn’t see...Whatever, Faders sucked. Then she saw the rat bastard. Kinda. Tabby noticed the color she had saw disappearing into the kitchen now sliding into a room with a large, metal door. She would bet her left leg that that was where the food was kept. She couldn’t tell though, because the door quickly closed behind him. Tabby frowned. How the flying fuck was she getting in there? How the flying fuck did he?! None of the staff noticed that? Was this dude unnoticeable? That wasn’t fuckin’ fair! She couldn’t do that. The second she set foot in the room, they’d notice her. Instantly. Without fail. Tabby turned back to Anouk and the pale chick. [color=fdc68a]“We got a problem...some ratboy got in there somehow. If he eats it all, we’re fucked, dude.”[/color] She frowned and rubbed her chin, ignoring the third girl. Anouk was right. Her hands were tied here. [color=fdc68a]“I could go kick his ass, but they’d probably hear that. Then we’re still fucked. Bit more fun that, though.”[/color] Tabby didn’t like this. Not at all. If they bailed now, then what? They wasted precious time and get to show up empty-handed? They MIGHT have had a chance if they just rushed there...but now? Monster food. No, they had to get the food. The offering must be made if they wanted to live. And Tabitha liked living. They’d get that food alright. Even if she had to hold ratboy down, reach down his throat, and pull it out piece by piece. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3] Dragons are cool. Well…hot would probably be a better term. Not...sexually, mind you. Well...depending on what part of the internet one finds oneself… Graham shook his head. Thoughts were weird. He looked down at what he had. A rather poorly drawn dragon being swarmed by stick people with spears. He was artistically a potato. Graham frowned, thinking of his sister’s favorite...insult? Was it an insult? He wasn’t sure. Gracie was an odd one. And a dork. He barely contained a snicker. Then his blood ran cold, yet again. He looked up towards Gracie. She wasn’t looking at him but...jeez...he could feel a murderous intent flowing from her. She couldn’t read minds, could she? He paused then went back to his doodling, seeing his stick person army fit to own a tank. How else would they down the terrible dragon. This was a dilemma. Why was Gracie here. At a school for superpowered folks. As far as he knew, she was pretty ordinary. Smart as a fuckin’ tack, he couldn’t take that from her, but ordinary. Was that her schtick? Super intelligence? Kind of screwed on the whole superpower thing if that was the case. Then again, who was he to talk? All he could do was mend a goldfish. Or a hamster. Super Vet. That sucked. Why couldn’t he like...control electricity? Or be an Earthbender? ...or even a Firebender… Maybe there was more to his healing hands. He had never actually tried it on anyone. Maybe he should? Where was Kitty? She had a broken arm...maybe...He decided against it. Somebody had said something about not trying that, right? There was an infirmary for a reason. Whatever. … The dragon was displeased by the tank. It demanded justice, and as such, it had gained the ability to breathe scimitars. Now THAT would have been a bitchin’ power. Or not even just that. Telekinesis man. Swords were badass. He’d totally use as many as he could if he could move shit with his mind. Telekinetic swordplay. That screams anime protagonist, man. Or FUCK! Just let him be the Hulk. Graham smash! Graham smash puny man. If he was the Hulk, no ginger Russian would be picking on him, no siree. Really, what was her deal? People ran into each other all the time here. It seemed to be a thing. He’s even a redhead too! There should have been like...Gingercode or something he could have invoked. Bullies… The peasants complained. They were given flaming spears to compensate. Whatever. He was shafted with his superpowers. Big deal. Some people don’t even get them. He should just be happy. Even if, y’know...his superstar sister was here too...whatever. At least it was just Gracie. If it was Tabs...Graham shuddered. Gracie could be a bit of a bully at times, but Tabby took it to another level. And if the two of them were together… A chill ran down Graham’s spine and all of a sudden, being eaten by Ms. Monstrosity didn’t seem so bad. [color=orange]"Concerning biology, I am kind of curious... Are you human?"[/color] Graham snickered. [color=fdc68a]“Hell no, it ain’t no human.”[/color] … … Balls. Graham looked like a startled deer. He raised his head up and looked around. Luckily he had said that under his breath and rather quietly. He didn’t think anybody noticed. He hoped nobody noticed. Hopefully they were too enraptured by the balls on...Anastasia, was it? Yeah, the girl that was a mile long. Though...the Russian might have had her beat. Graham shuddered again. He made a quick note on his drawing, his last will of sorts. [color=fdc68a][b] Should I die, I, Graham Gavin Turner, do hereby bequeath all of my worldy possessions to my least assholish sibling, Theodore Troy Turner-[/b][/color] [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=DEB887]{:Introducing Theodore Turner:}[/color][/h3] [color=DEB887]“Aaaa…”[/color] [color=DEB887] Huh. Thought I was gonna sneeze there for a minute. Wei-[/color] [color=DEB887]“CHOO!”[/color] [color=DEB887]“There it is.”[/color] A long arm raised from its position on the bed and dragged across a man’s face. He sneezed again. Taking the covers in his hand, the man raised them to wipe his face. Perfect. He started to move, to get to his feet but...well, as he was adjusting, he hit the sweet spot on the bed. It felt glorious. Ted slid back under the covers, rolling onto his side, and covering his face with one arm. Herculean Academy had awesome beds. A few moments later, an alarm clock started buzzing. Ted, eyes still closed, scrunched his face together and buried his head into the pillow, hoping to drown it out. It worked. The alarm clock danced across the nightstand, but to no success. Ted was still out like a light. Distraught, the clock inched to the edge of the stand, and after saying goodbye to it’s little alarm clock wife and son, leapt to its doom. CRASH! Ted’s eyes slid open. He loosed a groan as he flipped over and looked off the bed into the floor. He saw his alarm clock on its side, batteries rolling beside it. Poor alarm clock. Yet another causality in the war on slumber. It was useless. Sir Covers III and Sir Mattressicus the Soft had him at their mercy. Who was he to resist? … ZzzZzz… Another alarm went off moments after the tall lad had drifted back to sleep. He awoke with a frown. Another one joins the fight, eh? Oh fine. Ted threw off the covers and rose to a sitting position. He silenced the alarm and...well...just looked at the three others behind it. All ‘gifts’ from various teachers. He sighed and started turning them off, not wanting the orchestra of buzzing to play. Until he got to the last one that was. He wasn’t a big fan of this one. It required a key to turn off. And he had it. Probably. Somewhere. Ted frowned. He got to his feet and stumbled over to the other side of the nightstand, bending over to unplug it. Good. There shall be peace in our time. Ted straightened up and looked about the room. He was alone. Which was probably good, considering he was about as naked as the day he was born. His biggest complaint with the rooms? Too damn hot. He strolled over to the end of the bed and picked up a pair of questionable boxers. He gave them a sniff test...frowned, then tossed them. He picked up another pair and after they passed the test, went ahead and donned them. He found a pair of white shorts lying near the floored alarm clock. They would do. Alright...he was good to go...no, wait, shirt. He had to have a shirt. They frowned on shirtless gingers around here for some reason. He grabbed a red button up that happened to be hanging off a nearby lamp. Looking somewhat presentable, Ted looked over his mess of a dorm. Then he spotted his sandals. He was pretty much good now. Always more of a night shower kind of guy, he was relatively clean, so that was nice. Teeth...felt a bit scummy. He could use a bit of a brush. Ted grabbed a notebook and a pencil then started to leave the room. Luckily, he remembered to grab a toothbrush from his nightstand before he made it out. He stopped by the bathroom and gave his teeth a once over with some paste and brush action, rinsed, then threw away the brush. It didn’t taste too hot today. Usually a good sign to ditch ‘em. Grrrl…. Ted pulled out his phone and looked at the time. He was late for class...but more importantly, he had missed breakfast. And he was hungry. Grrrwl… Very hungry. Welp, no problem. He’d just stop by the kitchen and ask if there was anything cookin’. He hoped there was. Ted left the bathroom, forgetting his notebook. And pencil. And toothpaste. At the moment, all he wanted was food. He turned a corner, and off he went. It was a few minutes later when Ted found himself peeking around a corner at the small crowd outside of the kitchen. Three girls seemed to be having a bit of a chat. Which would have been fine and all...but if they were waiting for food, this was a dilemma. The cooks gave him some every now and then but...well, they didn’t want him to tell others. If he showed up now...they’d think he was trying to show off for the underclassmen. Then poof...no more underground food supply. Ted silently cried to himself before turning around and leaving. Perhaps if he would have stayed, he would have recognized the little redhead that had lived in his home for years and years. But he hadn’t and he didn’t. Oh well. He frowned. He was supposed to be doing something… Something… Probably important…. Something he should probably be… … … Oh. Ted found himself outside the classroom of one Geoffrey Burr. … Oh. Ted was probably supposed to be in there. He could probably keep going, maybe find a nice quiet spot to take a nap…? Somebody happened to be staring out the door as Ted passed. He made eye contact. Poo. He couldn’t just leave now. Probably. Ted stood there, absentmindedly staring into the classroom for a few moments, weighing his options. Finally, he took a few steps in, leaned around the corner, and smiled lazily at the man with the plan, Geoff himself. [color=DEB887]“Hola, Burr. Got room for one more?”[/color] Not really waiting for an answer, Ted strolled in and plopped down near the back of the classroom. On second thought, he wasn’t QUITE sure if this was the class he was supposed to be in at the moment, but Burr was a pretty cool dude. He’d just stop by, maybe rest his eyes for a little bit, then see what else the day had in store. Ted lounged back in his chair, he closed his eyes and just let the buzzing florescent lighting rain down upon him. It wasn’t the sun, but it had to do. For now. [/centre]