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Northwood Academy

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Northwood Academy

<Snipped quote by Siaya Dragalorn>
Code and I were in an old WoD game together in 2007, with my then boyfriend and a mutual friend who ran the game. Later on I ran a werewolf game, that both Kittyluna and Code were in, with two other friends (or was it three?). Not sure what else Code has done, but the college games were fun and so ridiculous. Now I'm looking forward to running game again since Kittyluna and I live together (or rather will very shortly).

@Kirah

It was two and then three because we added on the guy who played Adam, after we had Kicks and Rends. [If I am forgetting Werewolf names, I'm sorry. T_T]

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So I'm late to the party. Sue me. Disneyland was more important :P

@CodeZX

Nooo rp is more important... especially when you don't take your friends to Disneyland.

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Do you have a favorite out of those? I've only played four, I think.

And yeah, that would be awesome! Going to sign out for now, but shoot me a PM when you get the chance and let me know how you want to do it this time around.

@Siaya Dragalorn

I actually prefer Pathfinder, but I have also played other systems I like. I recommend Fate as well, since that is easy to get into and character creation isn't too hard. Also 3.5 was what got me into D'n'D so it will always have a place in my heart. But my fav, Old World of Darkness. I love Werewolf specifically.

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I have played 3.5, 4, Next... but I also play Pathfinder.

Siaya, I could imagine Stella going to the forest, if you'd like.

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I started role playing when I was 13, on fourms. So... its been about 13 years, almost 14. I do rp over IM, skype, chat services, DnD, LARP... uh... yeah. I love role play.

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Everyone

I will be moving this weekend, therefore I will not be online much (I may take a few glances just to see if anything has come up).

@Kirah

Yup... so since I'll be moving as well, I will start being sporadic next week, and this weekend. However, if you need me, feel free to shoot me a pm, and I'll try to get back to you asap.

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Stella Herbalem- Meeting with Mr. Johnson

After Classes, Monday at around 5 PM

After classes had ended for the day, Stella decided she wanted to go back out to the greenhouse and see if Mr. Johnson was there. She wasn’t technically supposed to see him till the next day, but she had to talk to him. She couldn’t wait for either homeroom or Horticulture club. She started wandering around, and poked her head in greenhouse number two. “Mr. Johnson… are you here?” She asked, looking around.

“Just back here Miss Herbalem.” Mr. Johnson’s voice came from a small storage area in the back of the greenhouse. “Come on back.”

Stella walked in and then over to Mr. Johnson and smiled. “Hello again. Sorry to bother you, but… I just couldn’t wait till tomorrow to talk to you. When I get curious, it kinda sticks with me till it’s satisfied,” she said, and then walked over to Katie and gently touched her. “Hello again Katie.”

Mr. Johnson chuckled, “I know that feeling all too well. You’ve got questions and I’m here for you. The Headmistress told me about you, she’s got an ability too, but it isn’t like ours. She asked me to help you understand your ability since ours is so similar, and to warn you of a few things. Here at Northwood, you’re in a safe place, but not everyone will understand. High school kids are cruel, but so is the real world. So you have to promise me not to tell anyone about your ability. With me we can talk about it all you want, and of course if you have a problem and you can’t find me you can always go to the Headmistress. She has an open door policy. Now that we’ve got that all important rules out of the way, what do you want to know?”

Stella nodded. “I’m not crazy. I know better than to tell people the reason I love plants is because I can understand them, and manipulate them. I won’t tell anyone… but… I’ve been getting the feeling… I mean. I met this upperclassmen this morning, and he told me he was recruited because of gifts, and after what you showed me… I mean I may sound crazy, but… I can’t be the only one here with talents, right?” She said, looking at him. For someone who’s head was in the cloud a lot, she was pretty bright. Also, there had been enough clues sprinkled here and there.

“Most students here are special in one way or another. Just look at what most graduates have gone to do. They’re almost all experts in their field. Ms. Standiford is extremely selective in her process. I can’t say I know of anybody here like us, but every school has its secrets. If you go into the library you’ll meet a young lady by the name of Amy. I expect one day she’ll find answers no one knew to ask the questions for. She’s brilliant and I’ve never seen anyone with gifts like her’s, but that’s not to say that she can, oh I don’t, speak to the books she handles, but sometimes it certainly seems like it.” Mr. Johnson leaned against one of the tables. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does,” Stella said. She didn’t buy it entirely, but she doubted Mr. Johnson would outright lie to her. She leaned against one of the tables as well and looked around. “Is Miss Standiford the Headmistresses daughter? I met her this morning,” she said. The name had stuck out in her mind.

“Yes she is.” Mr. Johnson smiled, “You have Home Ec then?”

“Yup. I wanted to learn how to cook better, and also because I’m not so great at music,” Stella admitted with a small chuckle. She looked around, and was curious. Were the plants feeling any different than yesterday? She opened up her power and waited to see how they felt. Yesterday was like a deaf yell compared to today. They were screaming. The urge to leave was more overwhelming. Stella cut off her powers and looked at Mr. Johnson with wide eyes. “...Something’s wrong.” Mr. Johnson tilted his head, as if also listening.

“Yes, they’ve been like that since lunch time.” He frowned. “I am quite worried about them, I have been for a while.” He sighed. “The plants know something we don’t.”

Stella paused. “I think I heard something at lunch… but I’m not sure. I will admit I was a bit distracted,” she said with a small blush. “But that is a bit worrisome... “ She frowned after that, and stroked Katie again. “I do have to ask, can you hear them all the time?”

“I can quiet them, but when I’m back here I like to listen to them. Lately I’ve had to keep that tone down though. I recommend you do the same if you can.”

“I can focus it on and off… I had to learn to do it some number of years ago… it made it hard to eat veggies,” she said honestly. She wouldn’t mention the pot harvesting to her teacher.

“Yeah, when I was your age, before I learned how to control it I met a vegetarian. That conversation did not end well. I had a broken hand and they had a broken nose.”

“Ouch. I may live with and near hippies but they’ve never seemed bothered by my meat eating ways. My parents actually encouraged it… they even let me keep a window box and help at the local garden. Besides them, you and Ms. Standiford no one knows,” Stella said. She found herself missing home a little. Especially after the plants had been almost yelling at them to leave.

“Well we’re all here for you. You can talk to us.” Mr. Johnson gives her a reassuring nod. “Did you have any other questions?”

“Not at the moment… but I’m sure I’ll have more over the year. Thank you again Mr. Johnson. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow yes, for Club?” She said, giving him a small smile.

“Yep, have a good day Miss Herbalam.”

“You too Mr. Johnson!” Stella said, and gave Katie one last stroke before running out, waving to Mr. Johnson. She headed back to her dorms, feeling a little bit better, but a lot more worried.

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@Liriia I noticed your character is in music, so if you want to add something to the big music post, just give me a holler.

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Stella Herbalem & Jamie Drummond

Just outside the Breakfast Hall, 7:15 AM

Stella waved good-bye to Tobias and looked over the map. “Now, where is the home EC room,” she said to herself, getting a bit turned around. A new school was nothing to sneeze at, and Stella’s directional sense had not proved to be the best there was. She paused in her confusion and looked up from the map. “Okay, now I’m really lost.”

“Hey, uh, Freshie – what are you in?” The voice came from down the hall and was accompanied by a whistle trying to get her attention. It was an upperclassman, unkempt, shirt untucked and blazer unbuttoned.

Stella turned to look, and pointed at herself. “Are you talking to me?” She asked. She figured he was, but she had to make sure.

“Yup. You look – dazed and confused.”

“I guess I am rather lost… I was looking for the Home EC room. Do you know where it is?”Stella asked, moving closer to the upperclassman. He also had an accent, like Tobias, but it was different. She looked at him, still a bit curious. Her emotions were a mix of confusion, surprise, and delight. She need the help and if he was offering, she would happily take it.

He nodded. “‘Course I do. Home Ec classes are small, so we’ll be lumped in together I bet. It’s this way.” He pushed open one of the heavy oak doors that was only half-open to reveal another hallway, and waited patiently for Stella to follow.

“Thank you,” she said and followed him. She wasn’t quite sure what to say, beyond that. But she realized she didn’t know his name, and so, “Ah, may I ask for your name please? So I know who is helping me out?”

“Jamie Drummond, at your service.” At the last door on the right, Jamie stuck his head through the open doorway to note the half-empty classroom complete with all the miniature kitchen units that made up a typical cookery class. “Hey, Miss. Is it a mixed year group again this time around?”

Another voice that was probably the teacher’s replied, “Freshmen to Seniors, Jamie.” He turned back to Stella, head tilted to the side.

“Right. It’s in here… Uh. What’s-your-name.” Jamie rubbed the back of his neck in a seemingly nervous gesture.

“Stella, Stella Herbalem. Nice to meet you. I’m guessing you’re Miss Standiford?” Stella asked, looking at the teacher.

“That’s right. Miss… Herbalem, then – since I get to be your first subject, welcome to Northwood.” A bright smile from the teacher, even as she tossed two thin purple aprons towards the two. Her eyes quickly focused on Jamie, who shrugged wordlessly to some unasked question. “Senior-Freshman partners for cooking since we’re so short on numbers. Jamie, do you mind?”

Another shrug.

“We’re making scones,” Aveline continued.

The senior looked over at Stella, “Hell yeah.”

Stella gathered from this that she’d be working with Jamie for Home EC and simply nodded. “Sounds lovely.” She felt like she was missing half of a conversation here, but, she didn’t mind. She was use to not getting things at first, since her head was in the clouds. She put on the apron and waited for class to start.

At their workstation up the back, Jamie sat up on the corner of the countertop, in front of the microwave. “Hey, hey – Herbalem? I’m hoping you’re good at cooking ‘cos I’m sure as hell not.”

“It depends. Baking I’m alright at. I learned to make cookies and brownies from my mother. Beyond that, I’m not that great. That is why I signed up for Home EC, to get better,” she said, looking at the recipe and paused in thought. “This, however, should be simple enough. Hardest part will be kneading and shaping the scones,” she said.

“Yeah. Can’t too it too much since it makes it tough and ruins the lightness of it–” Jamie paused for a moment as other students filed in to grab the equipment out of the main cupboard. “Or at least that’s what Aveline says.”

Stella stared at him. “I do believe you’re lying to me Jamie… but no mind to that. I’m sure you have your reasons, but I would appreciate the help,” she said and looked at him. There were more secrets here… however she shrugged it off. Stella was starting to get the feeling there was more to Northwood than anyone let on. However the thought left her mind as she covered her front with flour. “Oh darn!”

Jamie didn’t do or say anything at first, smiling instead. “Yeah, that’s what the aprons are for.”

Stella went to get a wash cloth and nodded. “Yeah, that is what they are there for.”

Jamie seemed content to not even mention Stella’s earlier statement, still possessing that easy grin. “Believe me when I say that I have a tendency to burn myself and spend half the lesson with my hand under a tap.” He shrugged. It rang a little hollow. “But yeah…”

The lesson went by rather quickly after that, and at the end, both Jamie and Stella had a container of fresh scones. “Thank you again for showing me here. I hope I won’t get lost from now on,” she said, picking up her things.

“Just gimme a shout anytime, right?” Jamie seemed somewhat distracted, glancing over towards Miss Standiford every so often. “Well, not anytime – preferably not after 5 PM. I’m just gonna–” And he walked off to the teacher’s desk, brows furrowing.

Stella blinked and nodded. “Will do,” she said, and watched. She raised her eyebrow a bit and turned to leave. She guessed that Jamie and the teacher were close, but this seemed odd to her. However, those thoughts would have to wait for another time, since she had to leave for her second class. She gave a quick wave to Jamie and Miss Standiford and headed off.