Northlake Academy ~ A part fantasy, part futuristic RP

[MissInnocent]

Ooc: Do the students know that the other students have powers or do they think they're the only ones with powers?

Celia raised her eyebrows at Mrs Partridge, wondering who she was going to pick on next. She sighed, and leaned back on her chair. She admired the scene outside; how perfect and carefree it seemed with its blue sky and soft, green grass. The complete opposite to this drab, dull place. Groaning, she slumped down on her chair and fidgeted.

 

[xXMysticXx]

I think it'll be more fun if they don't know. Tht way they think their 'specialness' is a secret.

I think I'm just going to pretend my cherries are in te same room cuz it's boing having them separate.

Will hunched in his chair he tried to stay In the shadows as much as posssible. He wanted to try and ray as invisible as possible. He wished that instead of getting the obscure power he would have gotten invisibility. Then he wouldn't have to worry about trying to avoid people. Will was one of those people who hated having attention on him. Most o the time he wishe he could just blend into the scenery and fade into the background. He sighed softly he hoped the teacher wouldn't even notice him.

 

[Runner]

ooc: Yeah, none of the students are aware that the school is meant for kids with powers, so this means that none of the kids in the school know the other kids have powers like them.

Flynn felt like sighing but stopped himself at the last second, wondering if Summer really realized the consequences of trying to escape a class period after already getting a punishment. In any case, he sat and listened through the remaining introductions, mentally praying to god over and over that the class period would hurry up and end. He hated stupid, British accented Mrs. Partridge so, so much. Wait, a British accent? Hmm. Flynn decided she was probably just an immigrant who came before the war, since no immigrants from Europe were allowed in the US anymore.

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia was mind-numbingly bored. There was no doubt in her mind about that. Looking around the room, she noticed a glass of water on the teacher's desk at the front. She grinned. At least she could have some fun. After all, no one was looking - Mrs Partridge was picking on some poor person, and everyone else was just bored. No one would notice, would they? With a flick of her hand, the glass wobbled and tipped over, spilling the contents onto the desk and drripping onto the floor. The glass then rolled off the table, taking only seconds to shatter loudly on the wooden floor.

 

[MissInnocent]

Oops -- double post.

 

[Runner]

Even though Flynn was looking at the front of the room with a rather convincing attentive look made from years of experience in boring classes, his mind began to drift toward random thoughts mainly focusing on life back home and other stuff like that. He snapped rather abruptly out of his thoughts when he heard a loud noise of breaking glass. His eyes quickly caught what appeared to have been a glass of water, easily recognizable from the spreading puddle of water and the broken glass in the middle of the puddle.

 

[tamaturtle]

Mrs Partridge had just sent a terrified boy who looked around Summer's age back to his seat when the glass fell onto the floor and smashed, causing her make a small noise of shock and practically jump out of the way. Raising an eyebrow, Summer watched as her teacher appeared to lose it, slamming her hands down on her desk and glaring at the class. "Who did that?!" She demanded, her eyes interestingly flicking to Celia first and watching her for a few moments before sweeping her gaze around the rest. Then she straightened up, taking a breath and calmly plucking a tissue out of a box next to her. As she began to mop up, she continued to glare at the students in front of her. "Sadly, we're out of time. So go. Shoo. Dismissed."

Instantly, Summer pulled her timetable out and scanned it. "Okay, let's hurry up and get the hell out of here to... survival? Oh, okay. Are you in my class too? Please say yes."

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia glanced at her schedule. Ugh. Survival Class in the gym. She suspected it was something like Gym - running around and building up skill, but she really had no idea. She hated Gym. It was the jogging in circles that she found useless and stupid. At least she knew where the gym was - she'd passed it on her way to the auditorium. As she wandered the hallways, her mind was on what had happened in the home room. Why were Mrs Partridge's eyes on her for so long? Did she... Know? Did the whole school know? She shook her head vigourously. She was letting her imagination get the better of her. Her imagination was working overtime.

 

[Runner]

"Uh..." Digging his schedule out of his pocket, Flynn looked at what class was after Homeroom, and then saw he had survival classes next period. "Yeah, I'm going to survival classes in the gym next." Relieved his time with the ever so h*llish Mrs. Partridge was FINALLY over, Flynn instantly got out of his seat, and left for survival classes. Since he had stumbled upon the stupid gym earlier in his search for the auditorium, he already knew where it was located.

 

[tamaturtle]

Summer, picking up on the murmurs gping around the classroom, deduced that everyone seemed to have been put in the same class. "Yeah, I think they've lumped us all in the same class... which I'm assuming is in the gym we stumbled upon earlier." She stood up and began weaving her way towards the exit. "Come on, let's get out of here." A pause. "Wait, do you think we'll need a gym kit or anything? Where the Hell do we find one?"

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia snaked her way through the crowd, determined. Wait, where was she going? Sure, she'd passed it on the way there, but she'd put it all out of her mind since. How was she supposed to get out of this block? She stopped walking, and glanced around for a plastic map like the one she'd seen earlier. There were none, just ugly whitewashed walls. She had no idea where she was going. She was, to put it simply, hopelessly lost. The crowd encased her, engulfing her. She was starting to get claustrophobic. She pushed her way through the crowd again, trying to find the people she'd helped before. At last, she found them. "Er, hi. Do you know where the Gym is?" she said to the younger girl, Summer. Her voice sounded strange and awkward amongst the chatter of the crowds.

 

[tamaturtle]

Summer was attempting to push her way through the crowds of people, occasionally picking up a snippet of conversation - mostly about how awful their homeroom and teacher had been - when she heard a voice rather close to her, seemingly asking her something. Somehow, Summer turned around, grinding to a halt and ending up facing Celia. She recognised her as the girl Mrs Partridge had picked on, twice. "Hey. Recovered from the ordeal yet?" She grinned, before giving a nod. "Yeah, we all passed it earlier." She said, indicating herself, Flynn and the others around her. "Just follow us, we're heading there too."

 

[Runner]

"I hope we can find the gym in these stupid thin hallways and huge crowds," Flynn said to Celia and Summer. He pushed his way through people, mentally trying to retrace his path to the gym. After some more walking and glancing over people's heads, Flynn finally saw the double doors to the gym he saw earlier.

 

[MissInnocent]

"Ok." Celia smiled lightly at Summer, keeping in pace with Summer. "I'm fine. Had worse." she laughed gently, thinking back to the old days, when she got in trouble for arguing with a boy older then her by a year and then punching him in the face when he dissagreed with the fact that the American government should do something about the fact that thousands of seals were dying because of global warming. Her mum had been called in, but she had been less than surprised, to be honest.

 

[tamaturtle]

"Yeah... I have no idea where we currently are thought." Summer said, frowning. She was silent for the next few minutes as they moved through the corridors, but it was clear something was bothering her. Eventually, she released it. "Guys... is it just me or is it kinda weird that loads of teachers have... weird accents? Like, Mrs Partridge was British, and Mr Worthington was... German, I think? And I swear I just heard a French accent." A pause. "They're all European countries, aren't they?" She shrugged. "Eh, it's probably nothing. Like, all the 'native' people are away fighting the good ol' fight so they brought the immigrants in or something... I don't even know." She sighed. "Anyway! Where's the gym?"

 

[MissInnocent]

Celia was silent for a few seconds and then said quietly "I can't believe they've taken away our phones. I mean, how are we supposed to contact our parents, if this is a boarding school? I doubt letters would make it through the entire US and I don't think the teachers are about to lend the school phones to us." She was just confused about this whole thing. What was going on with the european teachers, the grey large buildings and unused rooms? Celia sighed and pointed to the right. "The gym."

 

[Runner]

(I think I'm going to play the survival teacher unless you guys wanna)

Flynn opened the doors and walked inside of the gym, and then turned to Summer and Celia. "So, uh, what are we supposed to do now? I mean, there aren't any desks for us to just plop down in, or any bleachers for that matter, so I guess that we should just stand here and wait for all the other people in the class to show up."

 

[tamaturtle]

(it's okay, go for it.)

"Looks that way." Summer said, sighing and leaning against the wall. "It might be a while before anyone else turns up... we had an advantage, we knew where the gym was beforehand." Glancing around the room, Summer spied a bit of equipment over the other side of the room, but other than that it was pretty much empty. "You don't think they'll throw us in at the deep end, do you? I'm not one for surivial! I just draw!" A pause. "Why are they teaching us this anyway? It's not like we're gping to be sent out there."

 

[MissInnocent]

ooc: Okay -- bagsy the next teacher though!

"Who knows? At the moment I'm not ready to decide anything for sure yet." grumbled Celia. She wouldnt be surprised if the teacher came in and started throwing grenades at them. Celia wandered over to the other side of the room and sat on top of a pommel horse, swinging her legs. She had no idea how long they would be waiting for; an hour maybe? Or maybe just ten minutes. Gazing around the room, the gym looked more or less the same as the auditorium. Except from the stage and the gym was slightly smaller, they looked the same -- same brick walls, same cheap wooden floor and no windows, either. She felt trapped.

 

[Runner]

Still remaining standing, he listened in silence to Celia and Summer's conversation, when a thought struck him. Confused, Flynn said to Celia and Summer, "I wonder what they really mean by survival, are we gonna do like, military trainin' or something like that?" Hopefully, not military like training because that would suck. I'm too lazy to do any frickin' military style training." Flynn was about to continue when suddenly, a muscular man who looked to be in his mid 30's opened the double doors and walked into the gym.

"Hey you! Where the heck is the rest of your class, huh?" The man glared down at a wristwatch. "It's already 3 after 2:00! They need to be here right now."