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9 yrs ago
Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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Aw, is this slowing down again...?
If I can get a post from @Apoalo or @SmileyJaws, I can post again.




Kyu Jin cringed as a boy about his age --maybe a little older-- burst onto the scene, loudly apologizing before... oh God, he couldn't be...

The hyperactive boy approached the group Meg had beckoned him into, starting to fawn over the robot Meg had in her hands. He spoke in very fast Japanese, which was a little hard for Kyu Jin to understand. Even though he was fluent in Japanese, it was still only his second language and he preferred it when people spoke slowly and clearly, instead of this boy's garbled mess of speech.

By the time the boy had left the group to go apologize directly to the teacher, Kyu Jin was still reeling from the interaction. He could feel himself almost getting nauseous, his heart pounding in his chest as though he'd just been jumped. He had no idea what to make of that little encounter. He bit hard into his lip, trying to maintain a blank facial expression, but it was very difficult. He wanted to leave, before the situation got any more intense and he had an anxiety attack in front of the whole class. He wouldn't allow that to happen. Not on his life.

Kyu Jin looked back to Meg, his head tilted slightly and one eyebrow raised. "Did you know him?" He asked in Japanese, his voice sounding a bit strained, as he was trying very hard not to sound anxious.


An Unexpected Greeting


Damn it. Thought Kyu Jin in Korean, stiffening as he was beckoned to by a girl with short hair and glasses. She was only about his height, maybe an inch or two taller, but something about her mannerisms made her seem older. Maybe she was just short. Though she spoke perfect Japanese, Kyu Jin could tell she probably wasn't from Japan, especially with a name like Meg.
He really wasn't used to being spoken to like this. Back when he went to middle school in Tokyo, all the other kids ever did was pick on him. This had instilled in him a crippling shyness that he tried to hide under a curt, stiff exterior.

He forced down his anxiety and quietly approached her when she beckoned him over. She asked his name, and he paused for a second before answering quietly "I'm Kyong Kyu Jin. Nice to meet you, Meg." He said quickly in Japanese, showing no emotional content in his voice. He might as well have been reading off a grocery list. "Did you want me for something?" He asked, avoiding eye contact with her and instead looking down at the ground, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt.
@sharksama What language is Meg speaking?


Catching Up


Kyu Jin eventually found a security guard to whom he explained his predicament, and the man led him down to the field where the others were. He found, as he expected, that most of the staff spoke Japanese or English. Kyu Jin didn't know English, but he was fluent in Japanese, Cantonese and of course Korean. Speaking to the security guard on the way down, he got his dorm situation cleared up. Apparently some of the plaques got mixed up, and he was on an unmodified bottom bunk on the far right of A-4 Male. Good. At least now he knew where he was sleeping. That relieved some of his anxiety, but there was still the issue of how his class was going to react to his tardiness.

He finally got to where the others were, his pale face flushed with embarrassment at being the last one to arrive. The other kids were already there, conversing with each other. Looking around, he saw that the group was more racially mixed than he imagined. By which he meant that he observed that a good number of the kids were white. How they commuted all the way over here just to go to this school, he didn't know. Maybe there were no other schools for kids with quirks and this was the only place they could go. Either way, Kyu Jin wasn't particularly prejudiced... maybe just a little judgmental. "Sorry for being late" He said in Japanese, thinking that would be the language that most of the class would understand. He masked his embarrassment and anxiety under a deadpan, blank tone. He kept his face blank as well, though he still had a visible blush. He moved to the back of the group, noticing how they were all preoccupied socializing. He also noticed that he appeared to be the youngest in the class, or at least the shortest. His blush deepened, realizing that that probably heaped even more unwanted attention on himself. He stayed in the far back, not wanting to bother anyone by standing too close.

@Jedly@RumikoOhara@Oliver@sharksama@Dannyrulx@Pudding@sharksama@Sam12435@pkken@FallenTrinity


This is going to be a long day...


A small boy of no more than five feet tall quietly stalked up the stairs. He was lugging a brown leather suitcase instead of a backpack. It was old and dusty and looked almost like an antique. He was dressed simply in a grey t-shirt and black jeans that were slightly torn at the knees. But what really made him stand out was the fact that his skin and long wavy hair were pure white, and his eyes so light blue that you could see the blood vessels in his irises, giving his eyes a slight reddish tint if you looked closely enough.

A-4 Male... that was where he was supposed to be staying, he was pretty sure. Kyu Jin's almost-white blue eyes scanned the paper schedule in his hand, reading his dorm listing. Then he looked back up at the door to the dorm. He pushed it open and cautiously walked inside. He read the plaques on all the bunks, but couldn't find his name. Just a lot of really European sounding names and a few Japanese ones. Funny how there were so many white kids in a school in Japan. He wondered if they even knew Japanese. But anyway, his name was missing from the plaques. And that was not a good sign, nor a good start to his first ever day at Kosei Academy.

Had he been placed in the wrong dorm? Maybe they'd forgotten him entirely. He cringed back, trying not to panic, though he was a naturally very anxious boy and this was nearly impossible.

The bell rang loudly, sending a startled jolt down his spine. He glanced back down at the schedule briefly and then ran full speed for the classroom.

Kyu Jin arrived late, much to his dismay. Everyone was already gone and there was no telling where they'd went. Feeling a panicked lump rise in his throat, he swallowed hard and backed up into the wall of the classroom. "진정해" He told himself in his native Korean, biting hard into his knuckles. This was not good. Not good at all. He slowly regained his composure, walking out of the classroom to try and find a security guard or hall monitor who would be able to tell him where his class had gone.
Okay, I'm putting my first post up.
@DannyRulx I'd still like it if I could have some definite answer on where Kyu Jin is sleeping.
@OliverOh hooray! *jumps around room, grabs you in a virtual, breath squeezing hug* Thank you! PMing you soon and I swear, I'll do most of it. I just! Yes! Thank you for your offer, really


Cool! Just PM me the stuff you're stuck on and I'll see what I can do.
Seems interesting, but don't think I'll finish the CS in time before it closes *cries*


Awh, that's too bad...
But if you ever need help with writing shit really fast, I'm your guy!
Will blinked in surprise, blushed a bit, then nodded. "Thanks." He said quietly, forcing a small smile.
He'd have to wait to leave until the older man was done interrogating them, but at least now he knew where he was going.
As it stood, it seemed like some of the older kids had a pretty solid grasp on what had happened. He hoped whoever made the rocket would fess up quick, because he didn't know how much longer he could wait. And publicly humiliating himself was not a good way to start his first day at Avenger Academy.
He listened as a tall girl who couldn't have been any younger than 18 spoke up, adding on to his weak explanation of the situation. At least this was going relatively quickly.
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