[centre] [h3][color=CD5C5C]Gracie Turner: Part I[/color][/h3] … Please...please just let a massive flood sweep everyone away. Please? As her brother got to his feet, Gracie could tell something was wrong. He didn’t have the twinkle of fear in his eyes that was...well...always present. Instead she saw only the spark of madness. He began to speak, and Gracie cringed at every word. She was trying to scream into his head. It wouldn’t work of course, she wasn’t a telepath after all, but it was better than sitting here hopelessly. He continued. Gracie slid down low in her chair and quickly snatched her book back from its resting place. She opened it up and hid her face in it. Just...no. She wasn’t here. She didn’t exist. None of this was happening. She didn’t know that madman. He was insane. He needed to be carried off. He nee- [color=fdc68a]“...ther bullshit to get in the way of true art. Ahhh…”[/color] Di… Did he just say bullshit? In a classroom? He couldn’t do that. Gracie didn’t dare move an inch. She closed her eyes and just waited for the death of her brother to occur. He messed up, and he will deal with the consequences of his actions. … Any moment now… He’d be screaming. It’s what he did. He was a screamer. … Any… She heard giggling. From in front of her. From Meredith. She peeked over the top of her book. She was...she was going with it. And was she...Gracie had to repeat the teacher’s words in her head just to make sure she heard everything correctly. Her teacher was...flirting, right? Not with...not with Graham though, right? Right? She heard the door open. Gracie looked over to see who the next sacrifice to Meredith would be… It was Tabitha. Oh dear… She was late. Of course she was. Oooh...she knew she should have stopped by her baby sister’s room. She was utterly hopeless, and now? Well…Gracie started mouthing an apology to Tabitha. Hopefully she would get the meaning. Just apologize to Meredith, show some respect, and things might be alright. [color=FFB6C1]“Excuse me…”[/color] Tabby went on to lie. Gracie wept silently. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3] He could do it. Right here, right now. He could get up, deliver a swift, flying, roundhouse kick of justice and be rid of that bratty, no-good, jerk of a little sister. Pacifism be damned. Now if only he knew how to throw a roundhouse kick. Or if...y’know...he knew what a roundhouse kick was. Or any kind of kick. … Fuck. [color=silver]"Euh- Howdy y'all!"[/color] Graham blinked then looked towards the front of the room. It was the brunette with the hair-thingy...Uh...right, so he wasn’t a hairdresser. Sue ‘em. Anyway, she seemed to be giving her intro next. Which was all well and good, but jeez, she spoke fast. Or was that a cough? [color=silver]"Euhm,-anyway.-Hi,-my-name's-Anouk-Dijkstra.-I-live-in-Austin,-Texas-but-am-born-and-raised-in-the-Netherlands."[/color] ...not a cough. This girl needed some Ritalin or something. Calm down, will you? The irony of a motormouth like him wanting someone else to speak slower? Completely lost on Graham. Still...what did she say her name was? Anouk...Dijkstra? ...How do you even spell that? Is that with one phlegm or two? He grinned. Something smacked him on the back of the head. He looked over to see Tabby scowling at him. He frowned at her and rubbed the back of his head before looking back at the little Texan from...the Netherlands? ...wasn’t that the pot place? [color=silver]"I'm-15-years-old,-play-guitar,-proper-football-and-kickboxing.-I'm-happy-to-be-here-and-hope-to-have-fun!"[/color] ...she played guitar? Graham scratched his chin as he watched her wave and head to a seat. He wondered for a moment. What kind of music did she play? He’d have to as-why was she coming this way? WHY WAS SHE COMING THI- Oh. Graham noticed her looking at Tabby then around her...for a seat? Well she was out of luc- Anouk sat down next to Graham. He looked over at her and gave her a little nod as she got situated. Then he felt another slap. He looked at Tabitha who was grinning at him. She mouthed the words ‘switch me seats.’ Switch her...NO! No, he was the first one back here, he found his seat, and he was keeping it. If she wanted a spot for her little friend, she should have thought of that ahead of time. He wasn’t going to give the baby what she wanted. Just no. She could fuckin’ deal with it. He shook his head and looked towards the front of the class. A blonde holding a...carrot stick? Sure. Anyway, she stood up and was looking about the room. The hell was she gonna do? [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=CD5C5C]Gracie Turner: Part II[/color][/h3] Gracie continued staring intently into her book. Just block out reality with fiction. It had to work. Her sister had taken to telling the rest of the class about Graham’s incident at the beach. She didn’t mention that it was this past summer. Probably good for the little guy...well, not good but...better than the alternative? Then she pointed at her, declaring Gracie to be her twin. Gracie declared herself to be invisible. Only one of them got to be right, though...Well, that pretty much killed any chance of her severing ties with the redheaded rejects, eh? Gracie mourned the death of her potential social life. It hadn’t even had a chance to bloom... There was still hope that someone else would manage to be a bigger dork. That they’d be such a festering pit of lame, that… The brunette with a mohawk that strolled in alongside Tabby went next. She seemed...nervous? Excited? Both? If it was the former, it was unwarranted. She gave a fine summary of herself. Before trotting off after Tabby. A guitarist and a kickboxer, eh? Gracie wasn’t surprised. In any case, she gave the Dutch girl bonus points. Not just any chick could pull off the mohawk but...well she did. Kudos. [color=00a651]"I'll go next, shall I? Kia ora everyone, my name is Rebekah Green, I'm from New Zealand, and my power is changing how big things are"[/color] Gracie looked back at the tallish blonde. She was rather direct, no? Gracie had to admire her for that. Then she was caught quite off-guard as the girl caused what appeared to be a carrot stick to double in size. The she broke it and tossed it to Meredith. … That was… Gracie exhaled. With something like that...this girl could potentially singlehandedly solve world hunger. Rebekah Green...Gracie made a mental note to not forget that name. Though she had to say, this was turning out to be a rather diverse group. A dutch girl from Texas? Another from New Zealand? Meredith grabbed the carrot and attacked it. Viciously. Gracie’s eyes were the size of melons. That was… She pointed right at her. Oh no. Had she angered Ms. Hillard by watching her eat? Was that taboo in her culture? [color=f7976a]"Okay. howf abowt...mith twinthieth!"[/color] Err...huh? [color=f7976a]"Name please! And any more embarrassing stories about Graham!~"[/color] … Oh. She wanted an introduction. Right then. Gracie slid her book down upon the desk. She hesitated for a moment then got to her feet. She didn’t mind people. Not at all. And in some respects, rather enjoyed being the center of attention. Public speaking, however, was not one. [color=CD5C5C]“Ahem. Yeah, hello uhm...I’m uh...I’m the twin. Gracie Tru-err, Turner. I’m fifteen. I’m from Kentucky, uh, in the States. I like to read and play the-the drums.”[/color] She started to sit down, but steadied herself. Embarrassing story about Graham. Uhm...oh! [color=CD5C5C]“Graham cries during Disney movies and until last year, slept with a nightlight and a stuffed Teddy Bear named Pippin.”[/color] She then sat down rather quickly. There. Now they could go laugh at him instead of her. She felt kind of bad for Graham, but hey, survival of the fittest. Also, he probably deserved it. She hadn’t quite worked out all the details as to why, but she felt like he had most likely done something stupid. This was justice. Deal with it. Gracie picked the book back up and stared into it. Not a great start. It was fine, though. Just a speedbump. ...and yet again the class was interrupted. By a...a... [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=FFB6C1]~Tabitha Turner~[/color][/h3] A chef? [i]"Excusez-moi, Madame Hillard...I would like to speak to you about one of your students...one Zacary Yoxall? Well, he was caught in ze food storage and damaged our door. He...he will be working off ze damages with myself and my colleagues, on top of his punishment, so his attendance in your class will be sparing..."[/i] Tabby nearly fell out of her chair. That fuckin’ moron got caught?! That was great! That a splendid! That was...was… ...oh. She gulped. This dude was a part of the kitchen staff…Y’know, if he blabbed the wrong words here, her’s and Anouk’s story would be blown to shit. Fuck. Well, whatever. If he did, he did. He probably wouldn’t. Nah, he wouldn’t. They were getting off completely stainless with this one. She could feel it in her bones. She turned her head from the newest addition. She looked over at Graham. He had his face down on the desk. It had hit it about the time Gracie mentioned Disney. Shit...did he actually die from embarrassment? He sat up straight and looked towards the ceiling with a rather scary face. Pfft...he was probably making threats at the Gods again...or whatever that weird ass thing he always did was. Oh well. Little Brother got what was coming for him. Really, it’s what he got for being born earlier AND being shorter. You don’t get to do that and not be tortured. Not in the Turner household that is. She looked back over the class. So the blonde could fuck with sizes. That was...cool? Maybe? Meh. She looked over at Anouk. So...she was a kickboxer? That was fuckin’ awesome! They had to go a few rounds sometime! Maybe she could even pick up a thing or two from her roomie. Seriously, she got like, the best possible roommate. Herculean Academy was shaping up to be pretty stellar. Especially when she could have had someone like that blue haired bitch bunking with her. Not cool. Not at all. Like, the hell was she trying to pull there? Tabby frowned. She should have just kicked her ass. Oh well. Maybe next time. She pulled out a pencil and tore off a small slice of paper and wrote on it. She slid it to Graham who looked down at it. It would read: [b][color=CD5C5C]SWITCH ME SEATS OR PIPPIN GETS IT[/color][/b] Graham crushed the note and kept staring forward, just waiting to see Meredith eat the chef. Tabby frowned. It wasn’t fun if she didn’t get a response… Oh well. Loser. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=DEB887]~Theodore Turner~[/color][/h3] Burr didn’t seem to notice him enter. Or he did, and was just being super chill. Ted liked to think that was it. Ted felt something turn towards him. He wanted to look over, he really did, like the curiosity was killing him, but he didn’t. He had found the sweet spot in the lights where he could stare and his eyes wouldn’t hurt too much. He was just trying to build up the ‘dot’. Seeing Burr with a big multicolored dot face? Priceless. Light was awesome, man. How did it even work? How could it be like...everywhere and nowhere at the same time? Could he feel light? ...could he….could he taste light? Ted opened his mouth. Nothing changed. He closed it. Bummer. [color=blue]“Welcome to my second year Physics class. Most of you had me last year, so you should have an understanding of basic physics, including one and two dimensional motion.”[/color] Finally, Ted moved from his light wonderland and looked at the board. Burr was doodling on it. Triangles, letters...some other stuff. It was all cool. Ted didn’t have the slightest clue what any of it meant, but it looked cool. He kind of wanted to doodle now. He would have gotten up and crossed over to the board but...that’d mean getting up. And he was just soooooo comfy right now. Maybe later. [color=blue]“We’re going to start by reviewing two dimens-”[/color] Ted kinda trailed off. He never did understand all this magic mumbo-jumbo. Things just happened, man. He didn’t think about it too much. He looked about at noticed Paul again. Paul was awesome, man. He didn’t take things too seriously, and he never was in much of a rush. He might have been the definition of chill. One hundred percent kewl kat. They had met the previous year and things had just taken from there. He didn’t know much about Paul’s past though...not that he asked. Some things were better off forgotten… [color=003471]“An object traveling. Most likely a projectile based on the hypotenuse, speed, and the duration of the objects supposed path.”[/color] Ted lazily rolled his head over to the source of the voice. Ziska. Ted didn’t know her all that well. Again, he didn’t like to dig. But she seemed pretty cool. Ted could respect her whole, rules stickler thing. He didn’t get it, but hey, rules seemed to make her happy and being happy is what it’s all about, yeah? Though, and Ted wouldn’t say it because it was rude, but he preferred her brother. Dude was chill...like, really chill. The world would be a better place if everyone could be so chill. There were a couple other familiar faces about, Ted noticed. He spotted Lukas who had just stolen a glance at Ziska. Ted liked Lukas pretty well. He was a helluva worker, kinda like Ziska, not nearly as high strung, though. Usually. Ted would have his back if he needed it. Though Ted would probably have just about anyone’s back. He liked people. Or rather, he didn’t not like people. Or he...never didn’t not like no people never not at all no ways no hows no… Ted groaned. Thinkin’, man. Not that easy. He snapped back to reality and reached for his notebook. It wasn’t there. Oh well. He probably just forget to grab it from his room. He looked around. Did anybody else have stuff? Well, only one way to find out. [color=DEB887]“Hey...anybody got a piece of paper I could borrow?”[/color] [/centre]