[center] [h1][color=9e0039]๐“๐“ท๐“ฐรฉ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“บ๐“พ๐“ฎ ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ[/color][/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Fb1UXSA.png[/img] [h3][color=9e0039]๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ, ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ, ๐“•๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ[/color][/h3] [color=silver][hr]๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ ๐ŸŸ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• โ„‚๐•’๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค / / ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– โ„๐•’๐•๐• โ„ค[hr][/color] [/center] Entering class, it did not take long for Angรฉlique to be annoyed once by the presence of Fredric, waving at the girl with a smile that made it look like nothing ever happened between the two. Was he doing that on purpose to aggravate her? If it was the case, he damn well succeeds in doing so. Not to mention that there were four additional missing students on top of Aaronโ€™s disappearance. What the fuck was going on with their classroom? With a bored look on her face, she looked at the paper a guard just handed to her while absent-mindedly listening to the class supervisor at the front. So thatโ€™s what elective classes were. Back home, they call it โ€˜optional classesโ€™. Technically, they were mandatory for extra credits, but they werenโ€™t what would make one graduate from school anyway. Setting up the elective form aside for later, Angel listened to Fredric about this activity he had brought up. It was sort of simple, really. It reminded her of Flag Football in her school days, although they werenโ€™t chasing after the guy with the ball, but rather randomly taking off bands and looking out for healers to get points. It sounded dull. Already, enthusiasm sapped away from the black-clothed singer. The problem was that this will be a team game, so she couldnโ€™t let her own lack of motivation hold her team back. The reward at the end was quite mundane too, nothing really encouraging. Getting her requested royal blue folio out during classes, she reviewed the information given about her classmates, memorizing their name and faces. On the empty spaces of the pages, she would write down information she had already gathered on the individuals she had already encountered, such as powers for the entire crew of the previously-formed Green Team, Lilianna, Christmas and Siena, as well as her first impressions of everyone she had met so far. It took her an entire class reviewing and adding information onto her profile sheets. After it was done, she had separated the folio into two stacks. One was composed of every players involved into the first set of match, the other into the second set. Until it was time to being brought into Ground Zero for their Flag nโ€™ Seek game, Angรฉlique didnโ€™t pay much attention in class, fiddling with her phone, gathering information on Death and Taxes, chatting, reading more e-mails and messages that she was still catching up with from her week-long absence. While there was certainly an ordered chaos in Angelโ€™s newest lifestyle, it was terrible just how much of a mess she had left her old life behind, as a result of her awakening as a subnatural, at least on the social side. Throughout social media, there was an uproar about her coming out as a subnatural in such a way. Media seemed to have jumped on the opportunity to make a scandal out of it, with reason considering how dire the situation had been. The most aggravating however that is those same media started the rumor that it was all part of a scheme, terrorism in a way. Angรฉlique Lachance was but a subnatural terrorist who bade her time, building fame until she could hit hard. Effectively, those rumors gave an even worse reputation to Subnaturals, gave more reason for the normal people to fear the supernatural-empowered freaks. Some hardcore fans and groups of activist tried to rally against these rumors and defended the young Canadian singer, but against the already overwhelming general mistrust towards the โ€œDreamcatcherโ€™s Blessedโ€, the issue was quelled rather quickly, branding the newly-formed Voice of the Metalheads into one more hated villain. As a result, Angel had received many e-mails and notifications. Hate letters, threats, sympathies, sponsors cutting their ties with her, manager and staff members leaving her service, letters from lawyers and bankers; she had read them all. It had broken her heart reading the letters, but she was a woman who loved her fans, and so had taken the time to answer to every single one of them during the days she spent had spent in USARILN. This afternoon, she had finally managed to get through them all. She had been thinking about her old life during her stay in this prison. Would she be able to remain the same person, even though she was locked behind this prison they faked as school for Subnaturals? She wanted to believe she was the same Angรฉlique Lachance, popular rock and metal musician, who had been so close to her fans and even tried to become a voice for the outcasts and secluded members of society (she wasnโ€™t an activist, but she had the reputation of being close to one, her reasons unknown as to why she had been supporting Subnaturals during her last years as an icon). No. What happened during her last concert changed it forever. She would no longer be the fan-caring leader of a band. She was transformed into a Subnatural criminal, one who had robbed the lives of people who loved what she was doing and who trusted her. There was no way she could return to her last life. Hence, the raven-haired X-marked deleted everything related to her. E-mail, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Youtube, everything until there was no trace left of her but the fan-made legacy she had left behind throughout the internet. By the time she was done with deleting her old life and focusing on what will be ahead of her, the class ended, and it was time for everyone to be herded together and brought to Ground Zero, where the Flag nโ€™ Seek game was to happen. Time to see if she was truly resolved into starting from scratch. From popular singer icon to despised Subnatural. Would she witness as much success as she had in her previous lifestyle? Only time and her living existence will tell.