[h2][color=662d91]Shuffle 'em Up - Vincent Silver[/color][/h2][hr][hr]

It had been a few years but his police dress coat had still fit, an ironic thought considering how far Vincent's morality has strayed from [i]'Protect and Serve'[/i]. Evidence of this change was in the wear down or removal of any indication this was a police jacket. The badge was no longer proudly displayed and in its place on the lapel of the jacket was a Blackjack Viola, a flower whose blackish violet color masked itself into the dark colors of the jacket. There were other options to potentially commit for a uniform that was to be the very image of rebellion against the, as she so poetically described, "systematic disease" of society, but the image of a fallen guardian as it were was to precious to pass.

In truth, Vincent's initial rage against the system wasn't really aimed at grander ambitions. Although he did believe the system was wrong, he initially thought that he'd only really be satisfied with revenge against the individual who chose saving another over his Emily. Yet when that opportunity came and justice was carried out, he felt emptier. There was no purpose for him anymore but he still felt a calling to do something more. Others will face the same grief he had and others will form grudges to despise those that were unfairly saved. It was a sick society and not many people saw that. It was best to remove that blight.

Associating with others who were trying for the same goals was the idea. Thus he was brought here to an unassuming warehouse for some purpose. It was bound to be a waste of time, most likely. Sure enough as he peered into the partially opened door, he heard the beginnings of a conversation. He slipped inside, the details of the conversation becoming more understood and subsequently concluded as trash. [color=662d91]"Oh god..."[/color] He loudly sighed announcing his entrance as she strode forward, head dropped as his hand rubbed his forward in a disappointed expression. [color=662d91]"...please tell me you were not talking about what is or is not fashionable."[/color] Shaking his head for a moment, he shrugged with a smile slighted into his expression. [color=662d91]"Ah well, that is to be expected when women [i]mingle[/i]. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised."[/color] He lifted his head, one eye scanning the individuals gathered. [color=662d91]"Is this everybody, then?"[/color] He asked with a tone that sounded a bit disappointed.

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[h2][color=ed145b]Batter Up - Namie Braggs[/color][/h2][hr][hr]
Crossed armed and looking on as her classmates socialized, Namie felt like she was the odd one out. She felt like she didn't want to be here contrasting herself greatly with those that were present. It just made her feel weird and it was something that was making her put herself on the outside. It wasn't like that was hindering her but everything up to this point had been evaluated on individual effort. A far cry from what she experienced from working as a team, she was beginning to think hero academies were more about cutthroat competition rather than teamwork. Sure, she could probably be more social and make friends but what was the point when competitiveness would drive them apart? It happened with friends from other baseball teams so why wouldn't it happen here? No, it was better to be ahead of the curve.

Namie's lips tightened as she felt disappointed that other person who seemed to 'get it', Steven, betrayed that outlook by thrusting himself into that group. He kept to himself too for awhile before this. It might have been encouraging if it were not for the sudden mauling by several individuals criticizing him. She frowned as she was becoming quite bothered by the reception the others had to him but she kept her lips sealed. It did help provide evidence for her belief that everyone here was just trying to step on each other to get ahead. Sure, they [i]seemed[/i] friendly but it was a trick or something. 

Namie wasn't sure but she kept out of it, focusing instead of trying to figure out what she was being graded on today. She had a high fiber breakfast this morning and was ready to push herself. Her mind started to drift off, regretting that she was swayed to join the academy. She wasn't very happy here.