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Though, what broke Kashmira out of her awkward moment was some girl approaching her. She was some American girl with black hair that was a few inches over Kashmira and seemed to have witnessed the whole thing. Kashmira jumped as this unintentionally made that awkwardness even worse, and Kasmira smiled in some awkward attempt to play it off. "Oh me? I'm fine," Kashmira hoped that the other girl would forgive her in time - but she needed time to cool off and maybe she'd warm up. "I'm more worried about her, I... I could have handled that better." Kashmira shook her head.

"But, my name is Kashmira, yours?" Kashmira spoke in a thick Indian accent as she tried to get to know this American girl.


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Before her little encounter with Kashmira, Jasmine opted to get to the Academy on her own terms. Via train, before getting on a taxi that brought her straight to the Academy. Jasmine didn't like planes, nor did she like buses, but she was more annoyed by the fact that she was without her trusty moped. Her father said that he'd get it transported to the academy as soon as possible, but Jasmine figured what was the point? She was only going to be here a few months and a majority of it was going to be spent in this hell school with a bunch of other hellions. She heard that a lot of the "students" here were delinquents that they send here for rehabilitation, which was a good idea because it'd create a lot more problems otherwise. Either way, long as they stay out of Jasmine's way and rehabilitate somewhere else, everything will be just [i]peachy[/i]. 

The usual happened: Nyala was greeted by the staff and was practically shoved inside. Finding a seat, Jasmine nervously crossed her legs and listened to the heads of the academy give their speech.  She almost got excited at the prospect of a team and the competition aspect of it. Then she realized that she would have to carry a team with a bunch of other idiots on it and felt her excitement deflate like a balloon. Jasmine heard that they had a grand banquet, but she didn't need it. Her power made it completely redundant to eat. Though she ended up going anyway just so she could get into the mix of things, though as she walked she got a phone call from an unknown number... and remembered a few things. She gulped as she nervously hit answer and put the phone up to her ear.

"Nyala get somewhere private," A feminine voice spoke from the phone and Jasmine cringed upon this stranger knowing her true name, "We have much to discuss so be quick." That did little to ease Jasmine's nerves, and Jasmine, in the midst of the crowd - dipped off into a side hallway.

"... Okay, I'm out of sight," Jasmine said, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I'm going to be your boss for your stay here."

"... and I don't even know who you are." Jasmine incredulously said, "But, what do you mean by "your boss"?"

The woman chuckled for a second, "It doesn't matter. If I want something done; I just say the word and [i]you do it.[/i] No questions asked." 

Jasmine shuddered upon the woman's words, "Okay?" Jasmine said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Keep an eye on your classmates, for now," The woman said, "[i]My[/i] bosses have their eyes on many of the students of the Academy and the best way to get insight on them is from someone close to them, yes? So if you have anything interesting to report, just call me and I'll look into it."

"Yeah, I got it," Jasmine nervously said. "Just be a spy for..."

"... For your new family, of course," The woman said, "Now, run along, I have to be somewhere, and you have to be somewhere." The woman hung up and Jasmine stood there, holding the phone to her ear.

Of course, she was going to come up with [i]something[/i] interesting because she was afraid of what her new boss will do. Now, she deeply regretted getting involved with those people - mainly because she almost immediately negated the [i]entire reason for making the deal[/i]. Her phone buzzed, and Jasmine immediately looked at it.

[quote][code]Remember Nyala, I have eyes everywhere. So be a very good girl for me and follow orders. The people above me expect good things to come out of this deal. Don't disappoint them or you'll wish that they just killed you.[/code][/quote]

These words made Jasmine sick to her stomach. Yeah, she got the idea that she didn't want to cross this woman. She, she followed the tail-end of the group into the hall there were hundreds of different students there, and thus she knew that there was something on [i]someone.[/i] If she was going to engage in some redundant eating, it might as well be good food. Her eyes weren't on her surroundings but were on the other people - which caused an accident where she bumped into another student. In the blink of an eye, her sweatpants were covered in a variety of different vegetables and the girl was just standing there. In sheer shock - what didn't make the situation better was that the perpetrator was more concerned with her stupid box than even apologizing. Her eyes twitched as she balled her fists up, unconsciously activating her power.

"You spill your entire tray on me..." Jasmine said in a thick German accent. "And you don't even apologize?! I ought to slap you!"
 
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" The Indian girl apologized but Jasmine found it entirely pathethic. Instead of going through with her promise Jasmine figured that it would be suicide for her plan - and she found herself running into the bathroom to clean herself off. Jasmine was annoyed and was about to break something in aggravation, but she had to keep her cool. She'd have to change her pants when she gets back to her room, but she had on a black hoodie which she wrapped around her waist to mask the stains on her pants. 

She walked back out in hopes she could find someone to talk to.


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"Hey! What do you mean it's in lock up?!"

"That's exactly what I meant." The FAMA agent told him. You see, Jack had to make a detour to the FAMA offices to work something out really quick. "Most of your inventions are headquarters storage locker where it'll stay."

"I don't get my jetpack, laser guns, or [i]anything?![/i]" Jack barked, before his tone lowered as he tried to plead with her, "C'mon boss woman, I'm helpless here without my gear, I won't last ten minutes against these meatheads."

"Some of your inventions have been cleared; your preferred laser rifle, and your shield devices." The FAMA agent said, before she said, "However, you have to adjust the lethality of the laser rifle and bring it back here for further clearance."

"Oh come on! There's people here more powerful than that little peashooter!" Jack again pleaded. "And can I have my jetpack back, please?!"

"No." The agent said.

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please?"

"You're lucky to get anything back after what you've pulled," The FAMA agent smirked at him. "If it was up to me, you'd be in prison for a long time, so if I were you I'd be quiet and take the favor we're giving you."

He twisted his face up, as the agent kept talking.

"Now, if I were you I'd get a move on. You wouldn't want to miss the big speech, would you?" The agent said, to which Jack silently replied "Dick" under his breath as he moved on. Okay, Academy 003 for superpowered assholes and assholettes was totally going to blow ass. He belonged out there, stealing stuff for his family, not studying books in a school. However, he had to remember that this is better than the alternative... and he remembered that he'd probably make some very lonely and horney prison very happy. So he was going to take what he could get and left the office with grace, or what little grace he had left.

Though, he had to set aside a to-do list:

[quote][indent]1. Build up a new collection of gear.

2. Bide his time until he can bust out of here.

3. Figure out who the hell tipped off the feds.

4. Find out who took his [i][b]FUCKING [/b][/i]crystal.

5. And link back up with The Group.
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Sounded simple enough. All her had to really do was improve his laser gun and make his jetpack and he'll be gone... though he's in South Carolina. There's more than a few kilometers between here and Washington state. So damn it. Jack needed to come up with something and something really good. Though, Jack needed to start small - that's what Megan said made him so good, starting small and staying "in the kidde pool". Which he thinks meant stay within his league.

Either way Jack went to the big stupid speech and realized that this place was going to be worse than he thought: no smoking. Jack was already about to tear the person next to him's throat out with his teeth because he didn't smoke since he was busted. He was already feeling angsty... though, he was annoyed, very annoyed, by this. He'd get his hands on cigarettes or he'd die! Everything else went over Jack's head as he was single mindedly focused on that sole fact. Though, the head mistress lady had a nice rack. 

Before he realized it everyone was sent into the cafeteria - something about food. The best part about getting food was when it was free! He found himself a huge plate of food and sat down somewhere.