Northlake Academy ~ A part fantasy, part futuristic RP

[tamaturtle]

Summer jumped violently when Mr Worthington spoke, spinning around. God, she hated that accent. "I-I was just walking down with my friends!" She said, taking a step back - there was no-one else in the corridor now, so she could do so with ease. Summer looked at the floor slightly so she didn't have to look up at the man in front of her, her hands going into her pockets and clenching into fists, one hand clutching her pencil. "...That's really not necessary, I... I was just going there. Although you didn't say I had to be in there..." oh, hell, what had she said that for?

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia sat down next to Flynn, licking her lips. She didn't notice how hungry she was before, but now... She hadn't expected the food to look this nice and delicious. She smiled and, without hesitation began to dig in. Stopping gor a moment, simply to gather her breath, she asked "So, where are you from, Flynn?"

 

[Runner]

"Did you not hear what I said?" Mr. Worthington glared. "Go, to your dorm, now. No more protesting or else you won't have dinner tomorrow night, either." With that, Mr. Worthington simply just walked off, and entered the cafeteria. He glanced around with a scrutinizing gaze, looking for troublemakers and people who were using their powers.

Flynn, seeing that Celia had started digging in, began to dig into his own food, surprised by the deliciousness of it. Well, at least this school had good food. "I'm from Chicago, well, at least the outskirts of it." Flynn continued digging into his food, eating the mashed potatoes while taking huge bites of the delicious chicken too. "What about you?"

 

[tamaturtle]

"But-" Summer started to speak, but Mr Worthington had already left. She sighed, going to peek inside the dinner hall, but stopping herself - just the smell of the food was driving her insane. No need to punish herself more by looking at it too. Summer chewed on her lip, thinking hard. Eventually she decided she couldn't wait any longer and sunk down to the floor, pulled our her trusty pencil and paper and started to draw, using the smell of the food to help her concentrate on getting a small something for herself.

 

[MissInnocent]

"Eh, Russia in the first few months of my life and then we moved to Westminister." she answered, drinking from her cup of orange juice. She paused, placing the cup down onto the table. Lowering her voice, she said out of the blue "I hope Canada's doing alright. I've got friends living there.". She sighed, glancing around the room for teachers and spotted Mr Worthington

 

[Runner]

"Canada should be okay, don't worry about your friends. Last time I heard about them before I got here, they were still allies with us. You'd do better to worry about our safety here," Flynn took another bite of his mashed potatoes, relishing the starchy flavor. He glanced over at his dinner roll, and decided to save it for Summer. He went ahead and wrapped it in some napkins and then tucked it into his hoodie pocket, since his hoodie pocket was pretty spacious.

 

[tamaturtle]

Eventually Summer finished her drawing, but she decided to move to safer ground before she pulled it into reality. Glancing around again, Summer rose to her feet and started walking, folding up her piece of paper carefully and putting it back in her pocket. She only paused once, and that was to check one of the scabby plastic maps on the wall to figure out exactly where her dorm room was again... finally, just when she was about to give up and risk being caught by a teacher using her power, Summer found her room, but she still had to waste time finding the key she'd filed at the beginning of her first day here. Once the door was open, she practically ran inside, collapsing on the bed and sighing happily. "Made it..."

 

[MissInnocent]

"Mmm..." mumbled Celia, eyes on her food. She wasn't convinced, but decided not to say anything. She finished off her plate of food, gulping the rest of her orange juice. She looked around - Mr Worthington was still there. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, screwing it up in her hand. Standing up, she said "I'm gonna go up to my dorm room.". She gave Flynn a faint smile and headed up.

((Is this lunch or dinner?))

 

[Runner]

(Dinner)

Finishing his food and wiping his mouth off with a napkin, Flynn also stood up. "Me too, I'm done eating." He went ahead and followed Celia out of the cafeteria. "So, wanna go give Summer this dinner roll with me? She's probably starving to death in her dorm room. Hopefully, she didn't get punished for walking into the cafeteria with us earlier.

 

[tamaturtle]

Summer was sat in her dorm room staring out of the window, having just finished the chocolate bar she had drawn and brought to life. It wasn't a very filling meal, but it was the most she felt safe and okay with drawing. But now all that remained of it was a coloured wrapper in the bin and an unsatisfied hunger pain clawing at her. She was doing her best to ignore it, but nothing was really working... god, she wished she had her laptop or something to pass the time.

(fail post for obvious reasons xP)

 

[MissInnocent]

"Yeah, might as well." she said, walking alongside Flynn. She trailed her hand along the plain wall. There didn't seem to be many decorations even in the front reception apart from a rug and the front desk. "I think the reason they've kept everything bare is so we have no idea about anything. And so we don't have anything to use to escape with. I doubt the plastic knives in the canteen could barely cut through a steak." she mumbled, her mind drifting away into an abyss. At the moment, she didn't want to know about the war. Maybe it was best that she was ignorant.

 

[Runner]

"I guess it's all part of keeping us "safe" here, I suppose. Maybe this place is supposed to look like a prison so it doesn't get attacked by any EU army men.." He trailed off as they reached the dorms. "Well, anyway, what was Summer's dorm room number again? She told us, but I can't remember what it was" Flynn took the napkin wrapped dinner roll out of his hoodie pocket, and began to lightly throw it up into the air and catch it with one hand.

 

[MissInnocent]

"Err, 120-something..." said Celia, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration. She looked down at her shoes, biting her lip. "Ah! 128. At least that's what I think it was." she smiled lightly, turning to Flynn happily. She was somewhat excited about seeing Summer's room -- was it the same as hers?

 

[Runner]

"Alright.. K, it looks like room 128 is on the floor above this one, so we'll have to go up." Flynn took the stairwell up the the 120's and 110's. "Alright, lemme see here.. 125.. 126.. 127.. Aha." Flynn knocked on the door. He didn't yell anything since he figured if it was the wrong room, he didn't want to have some person giving him a funny look.

 

[tamaturtle]

Summer jumped slightly when she heard a knock on the door, and quickly scrambled off the bed. She hesistated before opening the door, then relaxed when she saw it was Flynn and Celia. "Thank god, I thought Mr Worthington had come back to finish me off." She said, opening her door wider and stepping backwards a bit. Her eyes fell on the roll in Flynn's hand. "Oh, you shouldn't have..."

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia grinned, standing on the room, leaning against the door. Taking a look in, she realized it was exactly the same as hers. She frowned - she expecting something more, to be honest, she was expecting amything but an identical room. Sighing, she found herself sleepy. It was probably the load of food she'd just eaten, or maybe it was just this place. "I wonder what time it is. Is there a clock in your room?" she asked, yawning, taking a peek inside.

 

[Runner]

"Don't worry, Mr. Worthington probably wouldn't come into a girl's dorm room to kill her. Anyway, here." Flynn lightly tossed Summer the napkin wrapped roll. "There isn't any butter or jam on spread on it or anything, but it's better than nothing. Sorry about not bringing you more stuff, the roll was the only preservable thing that you could wrap in napkins and not crush to bits."

 

[tamaturtle]

"After today, I'm ready for anything." Summer said, catching the roll and unwrapping it. "It's okay. You can come in if you want." She said, not taking her eyes off the roll as she tore into it, savouring each bite to make it last longer. "I only said about Mr Worthington because I had a bit of a close shave with him just after you went into dinner." She told her friends, sitting down on the bed. "Anything weird happen at dinner?"

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia smiled and said "Nah. Just a load of teachers poking around.". She walked inside, sitting lightly on the bed. She was cautious, and when she was cautious, her manners came in. That was probably induced by her mum's "training" as she called it, but she tried not to think about that. Gazing around, the room was more or less the same as her's -- same drab wallpaper and bed, but good quality stuff. Grinning, she said "Nice place you've got here."

 

[Runner]

"Nope. Nothing weird happened other than the fact the food tasted a lot better than you'd think a prison-like academy like this would serve." Flynn glanced about the room, wondering who the heck had designed all the rooms to look alike. It looked exactly like his room. He had to stifle a laugh at the thought of someone like Mr. Worthington, Mrs. Partridge, Mr. Rael or Mr. Smith having designed the rooms, although he wouldn't be surprised if one of them chose to have the dorms all look alike.