[IC] VIGILANCE: Pacific Royal Collegiate and University (Gowi, Mr Allen J and Lord Wraith

[Lord Wraith]

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[Evil Ghost Note]

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Claudette Jean-Pierre.

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"Yeah, Jean-Jean," Claudette spoke into the phone as she leaned forward over the railing, and had her pink cellphone (not anything expensive, she isn't too good with technology nor does she have the money). Her eyes gazed forward, and she saw the mansion, and the island approaching. "Really wish you were here. This place is incredible. It has a mansion, and everything! It's going to be wonderful... oh, yeah, you can't turn into metal. Sorry, Jean-Jean. I'll tell you all about once I get there, bye."

She pressed the End Call button, before she turned around. The boat had arrived, and the students came off. Naturally, Claudette shrugged as she slid the phone into her pocket, grabbed her luggage with an iron grip, and began walking along with the other students. Taking large steps, Claudette didn't pay too much attention to them. She just focused on walking forward. A little group formed around one dude. A senior began addressing the Freshmen. Claudette, kept a warm smile on her face, as she turned around, and leaned up against the railing, and listened to what he had to say. He had a pretty silly hairstyle - but that guy must be from somewhere goofy hairstyles are, just that, in style. She wasn't used to the sunny beaches of the pacific. Feeling much more at home in the bayous. And it reflected a bit in her outfit. She wore a white sunhat, along with a blue button up, and a navy blue skirt with box patterns.

Oh! That reminds her; Claudette began digging through her pockets before pulling out her student card. She needs to find her dorm room, and put her stuff away. Claudette nodded her head, and once they reached the building with red and black colors (The Murdock house), Claudette went towards it and walked up into her room. A nice room she has here, she wondered who her room mate should be. Eh, oh well. Time to hit the beach! Claudette decided that she'll go prepared. She unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt off, and slipped her underwear off, and quickly ran through her bags until she found her swimsuit - a black, one piece, bikini. She put that one, and put a T-shirt, and some jeans over that.

Claudette ran over to the beach, and wondered if she would have to make clothes for herself.

[Gowi]

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Samantha “Sami” Clarke

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I miss my old school, my old friends, my old life— but most of all I miss being normal.

Samantha Clarke took a long deep breath as she looked onward at what was going to be her life from hereon; something she was quite nervous and pessimistic about. Despite the misgivings she had as she picked up her feet and walked forward she wasn’t ungrateful for this opportunity that she had been offered to partake in— this was where she needed to be given the complications back home and her confusion with how exactly her powers worked. After all, it had only been one year since the incident at Apollo Labs… one year since Project Helios went nova… one year since she was imbued with strange powers.

Leaving all of that behind her and moving forward was hard but she knew she’d be better for it.

Shit, she hoped her credits transferred properly.

"Cool man, I'm the Resident Adviser for the Rogers House. Parents named me Vince but everyone here just calls me Shark."

Huh?

Samantha looked to the origin of the voice as she noticed a student— some type of welcoming party? She didn’t like crowds and this most certainly was a crowd. But that was to be expected, it was a school not her one bedroom apartment back home. She had to get used to new people, new powers, and new places.

This is just a normal out-of-state educational opportunity. Don’t be distracted.

She took another breath, this one albeit lighter and shorter as she decided it would be good to follow the instructions—find her dorm, relax at the cookout, and get used to the atmosphere of PRCU. Samantha wasn’t sure why she was getting this anxious and stressed out from just being here. She had a long talk with the adviser who recommended she transfer as well as a great deal of support from her former co-workers, friends, and her father. This was good and she needed to relax. A somewhat forced smile rose from her lips as she began to make for the dormitories. What kind of person was she going to have as a roommate?

After dropping off her bags she made for the beach, though she didn’t change for the occasion like some of the other students had. She had always been more conservative in approaching social situations and never really ‘went’ to the beach when she was younger. Perhaps it was the introverted kind of bookish personality she had? She mentally shrugged as she made for the shores with her sketchbook and pencils in hand. She could at least get a nice sketch of the scenery at least... but first she needed to find a seat.

It was a start, right?