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PostPosted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:23 am    Post subject: Morgan Isle School for Special Young Persons Reply with quote

Morgan Isle is in the center of the Pacific. In fact, it's actually so small that not many know of it's existance. You can barely see it from a plane's altitude and it's not on any map. But it does exist and although many may not believe it, it's a highschool for those in the world that are "special."

The island isn't much. It's climate is fair to moderate, and it has all four seasons. It has a bit of a sandy beach on one side and a steep cliff on the other dropping straight into the ocean with a few palm trees and other vegetation littering the ground in between the beach and the cliff.

The real attraction to this island however is the enormous high school built upon it. The campus building itself is three stories high. It is constructed of concrete and brick and reinforced with steel. There are enormous labs in the lower levels for all aspects of science classes, other class rooms including two huge lecture halls that can seat almost two hundred students on either side of the first floor. The second floor has mostly just classrooms and the third has an large training center for those who can use the facilities. The cafeteria is also on the third floor.

On the north side of the island is a series of three two story buildings that are the dorms. They're made up of three-person rooms and most are co-ed. The students are assigned their roomates based on their abilities instead of their gender. The dorms are basically furnished. Three twin beds, one small bathroom, and a little common area with a small futon like couch, a coffee table, and a small television that is linked to the school network with only a few channels to the outside world.

Also on the north side is another building, where the teachers live, is a long airstrip that begins at the beach and ends near the front of the main campus. The airstrip is the only way to make it back to the mainland and a plane only lands when a student is being dropped off. The airstrip is only large enough to house a small jet plane. Most larger commercial planes can't even enter the airspace and the hazy fog makes landing almost impossible. But there's a constant shuttle during the day of new students in.

The southern side supports a large training field. Obstacle courses, arenas, football fields, other sports luxuries. It's a regulart college campus for highschoolers. But it's a private school for the gifted, gifted kids like me.

My name is Christopher Mitchell Griffin. Most of my friends either call me "Mitch" or they call me "Rockz". I hate my first name. It was given to me by my father, and he left me and my mother when I was little. She raised me herself and when she realized that I was gifted with a special ability, she home schooled me. But I'm fourteen now.

Two years ago she found out about this special school for gifted kids like me. Only problem was it was for highschoolers, so I couldn't get into it at the time. She saved up the money to get the plane ride there though, so here it is that I sit on this plane flying across the ocean toward this island. I've only seen a map of it. I've never actually seen the school. The pilot was mentioning something about asending to it however, so I buckled my safety belt and looked through the parting clouds toward a growing fissure in the ocean's solid blue surface.

The plane's landing went very smoothly. I exited the plane squinting against the bright sun and almost choking with the humidity. For a farm boy from Arkansas, this was gonna be a pain in the neck. It didn't take long for the crew to get the baggage off of the plane and my mother and I were escorted through the main campus building towards the principal's office. The two men set us down in the waiting room so I looked through my file.

Name: Christopher Mitchell Griffin, Jr.
Age: 14
DOB: February 2, 1992
Grade Level: 9
GPA: 3.74
HOR: Yellville, Arkansas
Parent or Guardian: Julia Nicole Griffin
Known powers or suspected abilities: Able to turn into or use rocks or the earth as a weapon or for protection.


The file went on to say more but I snapped it closed as a tall burly man with curly red hair motioned me and my mother into the office. He was almost as big as me being about two inches taller than my six foot even stature and weighing a hair less than me. Although, I could be mistaken on the weight because the three piece suit he wore didn't give much details on his personal makeup. My black Korn shirt did though. One could easily tell I was mostly brawn. I weigh two hundred and sixty three pounds and have only a little pudge on my stomach. I never really worked on flattening it, and my mother is an awesome cook, so I don't complain. My shoulders filled the doorway as I entered the principal's office followed by my mother who was only five and a half feet tall and was getting on up there in age.

My mother's blonde hair matched my own, when I had hair. I started shaving my head when I kept reverting back to me and having dirt in my hair. I thought it was best but my mother still disagrees with the decision. Other than that, my and her brown eyes matched. I handed him the file I had been holding in my hand.

The man took a minute looking over the file I handed him. Then, he looked up at me and smiled.

"You'll make a great student here," the man began. "Misses Griffin, we'll take extra special care of your boy and insure he gets the best education money can buy..."

::::::::::two hours later:::::::::::

Christopher sat in his dorm. His mother had left on the flight out after he'd been accepted into the school. He was the first to be issued room 211 but he was sure that in the two weeks til this new semester he wouldn't be the only one. He sat there looking at his bags and wondering what to unpack and where. He looked at one of the three dressers along the wall and wondered which would be his when the other two tenants arrived. He was nervous and afraid for being in a new place but wasn't quite sure what to think about his current situation.

He sat back on the couch with his bags at his feet and stared at the ceiling. Eventually finding himself in a world of dreams as the jetlag had finally caught up to him.

((Since this is ARP i'll keep the rules short and sweet. One char per person. must be a student. this isn't xmen or based on it... so think of your own powers and be creative. other than that. normal rules... have fun Very Happy))


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PostPosted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:09 am    Post subject: May I? Reply with quote

((This sounds really interseting! I shall do an entrance soon!))
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 10:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Name: Nancy Anderson
Age: 14
DOB: 4th July 1992
Grade Level:
GPA:
HOR: London, England
Parent or Guardian: Mrs Susan Anderson, Mr Joseph Anderson
Known powers or suspected abilities: Has the power of teleportation, but has no focus on her destination, such as teleporting into her bedroom from the living room, or from the girl's bathroom to the playground at her former school. Also seems very intelligent for fourteen and loves astronomy

Nancy Anderson closed her file, after reading it. Her parents had put it together the best they could, and now they were here, at Morgan Isle, the place for youngsters like herself; one school for those who were gifted with strange abilities.

She had first discovered her strange power when she was ten years old, but she doesn't know how to control it. She remembered the time when she teleported into the girl's changing rooms at school, as they were out to the pool it had. In appearence, she was quite pretty, somewhat elegant in her movements. She had short, straight red hair and deep brown eyes, like a chocolate brown. She wore smart clothing; a white blouse and a grey skirt that came to just above her knees. She wore white socks and black sandals. She handed the file back to her mother, as they were at the school's waiting room. Nancy became so scared when they first got here, that it was best for her to stay in the waiting room with her mother (her father was back in England), until she got the confidence to continue. She had now, so she turned to her mother, Susan, who looked back at her kindly. "About ready to go now?" she asked her daughter, in a kind manner.

Nancy did, indeed, look like her mother, except for the eyes, as she had her father's eyes, but the shape of them were similar to Susan's. Susan had slightly longer red hair, though, but it was straight, and almost done up in the same manner as Nancy's was. Nancy also had the same elegance about her, as her mother and the two were close... resembling two close friends, rather than mother and daughter.

Susan then got up and went over to the reception desk, where sat a woman with a kind expression and ridiculous glasses, as though going on stage, than working. "Excuse me", Susan addressed the middle aged woman politely, "We'd like to see the principal now, please".

"Certainly, ma'am", the receptionist said in response, in a somewhat efficent but kind tone. "I'll call him for you. He's not long been with someone else who's new".

((Is this all right, this post? I don't know what a grade level or a GPA are, so for the time being, I left them blank. MysticBlade is from England, after all))
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:04 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

((Grade Point lAverages can be from 1-4! It's kinda like an overall rounding of all your grades from school! By the way...I LOVE ENGLAND!...even if I am stuck here in the States...))

"I already know vhat my case file says," Velkin nodded haughtily to the guidence counselor. "You don't need to read it off. I have it memorized..."

"Even still, your records show that you have been in trouble in your past schools?" The couselor asked, looking up from the file. Velkin, or V, as he preferred to be called merely smiled smugly, thinking over that wonderfully tenious time.

"If you vould call having the school day end early once a veek trouble, then I suppose you could say that..." he replied, his slight Romanian accent becoming apparent. Velkin was from Romania, and actually lived within walking distance of several ancient castles, which he visited on a regular basis. This, combined with his "gift" often gave the other students a deep fear of him. When you come from a superstitious community, it is only natural that strange and unusual things are met with hostility.

"Well, we suggest that you go somewhere else..." the guidance officer sighed, closing the file. "We have no room for a trouble maker like you in our school...even if your grades are high."

"Very well..." Velkin's father nodded, his amber eyes practically boring into the counselor's. "Vhat suggest ve do then? Have our son's mind rot simply because you are too afraid of him?"

"Try and different school, Mr. Borgov," the counselor answered sternly, rising up and walking out of the room.

"Father?" V said, turning his red-amber eyes to his father. "Should I maybe make some adjustments? Perhaps our friend vill have a change of heart-?"

"No, Velkin. I shall not have you giving them even more reasons to ignore us. Besides, I have another school for you to try. This one is for students like you, with 'gifts' as they are so fond of calling them."

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And so, Velkin Borgov stood before his new school. Prepared to take it by storm. The small breeze brushed his short, black hair, pushing its loose strands against his tanned face. Brushing them aside, Velkin smiled slightly, thinking of all the trouble he could cause, especially now at this school, with all of its...possibilities.

Walking confidently into the main office, he watched the woman behind the desk offer to call the principle. However, Velkin's attention was on another person there. The young girl looked about his own age, and was dressed very nisely. Velking looked down at his own clothes, a sharp suit, with a black dress shirt under the jacket and a crimson neck tie around his throat.

"I would also like to see the principle," he nodded to the woman he could only guess was the secretary.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The new bitches come today. :: His husky voice gently whispered into her ear as he leaned into to talk.:: Get the fuck off. :: she said shoving his ugly body away. She stood up from the hook, her hawk eyes stealing small glances at the pathetic new people coming into the school.::

I am amused. :: she said to herself, but she wasn't really. She ran a hand through her spiked hair. It was short, very short in the back. Almost a buzz cut, only with a little more length. Her bangs were longer than any other part of her hair, also spiked. They touched the left side of her face, for the most part. She grinned, as she crouched down, her hand supporting her for a moment.:: I haven't the time to play with you Ro'bane. :: She said sarcastically, her tone implying that she wouldn't ever have time for him and his idiotic tagging along. She couldn't stand people who were "clingy". Then again it was his own little quirks that went along with his power.::

:: Which of course was nothing more than being able to "phase", or at least that's what he liked to call it. It was more like making yourself a more mist than a being. It was utterly annoying, having him stalk around her. She slammed a fist into the ground, the wave of energy cracked against his pushing him back further from her.::

I said I don't have the time. :: She said looking back at him, her eyes narrowing on his figure. :: come now, admit it, your getting used to me. :: His voice was like nails on a chalk board to her.::

I will never, ever, get use to you. :: She got up from her crouched posistion and flug herself over the edge of the building, his words barely making it past the wind that was rushing past her head. She enjoyed watching the ground come up to meet her.::


2 years ago

I see, Ms. ... erm what did you say your name was.

I don't have one.

Right, well it looks like your all good here. For the exception of your... name.

Age, fifteen years.
Date of Birth, ninteen - eighty-nine.
Grade,

Tenth.

right. Tenth.

Grade point average,

three decimal place ninety eight four.

Yes. correct.

Home? I don't see one listed.

That's because i don't have one.

Dear me. No parents or guardians?

I have none.

Right. And your powers are?

:: she had smirked at the guidance person at that time.::

It's been called many things. But, one person got it close to what it is, so I'll use that name for it. Atomic Rearranging, with the problematic energy outsourcing. :: She had now wanted to horrify the man.::

You see, I have the power to wipe out the entire world, with one atomic reaction chain after another. That's why I'm here in this little box they call a containment unit, which they also think will hold me in. Scientist and their experiences. ::she had sighed, dramatically at this point.:: But, my little complication for that power is that if I don't have enough food energy in my stomach to charge the large force of which I control the atoms with, my body starts using up the reserved fat cells, and then the muscle tissues, and then finally some of my organs, until it gets down to where I'm barely living at all. And that's when the energy runs out.

:: His eyes didn't waver for a second, but the way he was sweating, showed his nerviousness now.::

Well, my dear, let's hope you don't get to that point, shall we?



Present moments

:: She branched out her fingers, and then shoved them underneath her, controling the air molecules evenly. She spread them through out her body and halted herself in mid-air just above the ground. She blew on a strand of grass before she released herself and bounced up onto her feet.::

:: She dusted off the brown over coat and the white shirt that was underneath that. She looked down at her brown pants, and black shoes and grinned at her reflection in them. She turned her face to the mirrored window of the outside door, and over the startled looks on some of the new people's faces to the man that her reflection was. ::

:: It wasn't that she was crossdressing so much as she hated the girl's uniforms. They weren't comfortable, and she wasn't about to be apart of them. Though her little stunt had destroyed her lunch time meal which had been three helpings of spagetti, she was throughly satisified in scaring some of the newbies. She hoped up the concrete steps and made her way to the kitchen, where she was free to go at all hours of the day. ::

:: Her crisp light brown hair, with the small streaks of red tinging the edges and tips of her spikes, danced lightly at her every casading step. ::

(crossdressing <3 :3)
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 1:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

:: she was on her fourth apple when the phaser walked in through the double door to the kitchen. His grim expression showed his displeasure of having to locate her. The damn follower. He was nothing more than an annoyance to her. She scratched her head for a moment, before finishing the rest of that apple.::

:: Then she started on another one, making sure to crunch loudly. She hated it when people expected her to care about them and their opinions. She glared for a second or two, and finally finished the fifth and last apple. She looked down at the bowl of fruit and only spotted a banana.::

:: She looked up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She noticed that th phaser had spoted the banana and seemed to be eager to watch her eat it.:: Don't be perverse(sp?). :: she countered him in mid-word.::

Perverse! Did I hear someone say perverse? :: The firmular voice echoed outside the door.:: Not again.. :: she said clapping a hand over her right side of her face. The doors swung open and in came another one of her... "aquanitences"(sp?)::

Hellloooo X-ster. :: He had been calling her that ever since the fangirl club had decided her name was Xander. Yes, she had a fangirl club. Most of the school thought she was a boy anyway, so it didn't really matter to her if they made a fool of themselves. Eric, the guy who had just stormed in, was her only roommate at the time. Apparently it was weird enough to have a crossdresser who could literately explode at any moment. Most people didn't last a week before they got changed to another room. ::

Please don't call me that. :: She said, as she got up from leaning her butt against the counter.:: But X-ster. Your my one and only love. The only man I'd be perverse with. :: he gave her puppy dog eyes as he closed in, mid-step he turned around and face the phaser.:: And if this little... Booooogieeeee of Snot land :: she nearly sighed at his almost kid like insults that he flung out at most people. Ignoring her own pun, she stood on her feet and crossed her arms gently.:: Ever tries to lay one hand on your sexy body of hot manliness. I'll just have to beat him into oblivion :: His eyes became almost evil, as the air around him pulsed with a serious hatred, looking down on the phaser who, compaired seemed to be only a small leech.::

I...wasn't... doing... anything.... :: He piped up, after a second or two.:: Damn right your not doing anything to mmmyyyy :: Eric slid over to her, placing two fingers just below her chin.:: x-ster of hawt manly love-snoochy bumpkins- :: she had hit him in the groin with her hip. He let go real fast and crumplied onto the floor, holding his privates in hand.::

See, Misty, :: that's what the phaser's nickname was. It was actually a good nickname she had alway thought.:: My X-ster is the ONLY man I would allow to repeatedly bash my balls in. And then have the strength, :: he hopped up onto his feet.:: To have hawt gay man sex all nig- :: she had hit him, with the back of her knuckles this time, across the nose. It did not break, for that was one of the reasons why Eric was in her room. He had the ablitity to make his bones and skin reestablish themselves, like... a magnet to another oppositely facing magnet. Literately you could pull him apart and he'd just go right to being the way he was.::

Oh X-ster, I felt your love for me in that sweet romance of a kiss from your knuckles. If only it had come from your sweet lips, I would have died a happy man.

:: Annoyed she stomped out of the kitchen. The two following her footsteps.:: Will you two ever leave me alone?! :: she yelled back at them.::

Never, my love, for you have yet to embrace me with your muscluar arms, of which haunt my ever lasting dreams and affections for you...

:: he continued to ramble on for the next twenty or so minutes as she started for the library.::

(Double post, with awesomeness... :3 )
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 7:25 pm    Post subject: ((I guess I'll join.)) Reply with quote

Name: Balagar Arion
Age: 17
DOB: June 8, 1989
Grade Level: 10
GPA: 4
HOR: Richmond, VA
Parent or Guardian: Deren and Amelia Arion, both deceased.
Known powers or suspected abilities: Balagar has several abilties, one of which effects the mind. 1), he has the ability to make his skin and bones harder than any substance on this planet, though it only lasts for about an hour at a time, and requires a hiatus of half an hour inbetween each use. 2) He can morph and grow into a bigger, bulkier and much more powerful form of himself, though it isn't a very attractive form, but this can only last for about fifteen minutes at most, but it only requires about five minutes inbetween uses. 3) He can instill fear into his targets, by staring them straight into the eye, be it by direct sight, a mirror or some such form, if he hits them with the entirety of this power, the target can pass out, sometimes for a day at most. 4) This power allows him to sense whether or not another person has a 'gift' or not. He tends to use his own 'classification' for different powers depending on how threatening they are to the world.


Balargar sighed heavily when he thought over his own file from his first time here. He was reminded of it when he stood on the second floor in the hallway, watching some of the new students arrive, many looking more nervous then the one before them. The first time he'd arrived here, he was in tears, because it was only the day before he was brought here, that his parents had died. It was also on the day that people from this school had learned of his gifts, because in his emotional breakdown at that time, he ended up instilling great terror into the entire neighborhood around him.

None but the officers that had been at the scene knew how his parents died, because he refused to tell anyone, or let anyone tell anyone else. If you wanted to learn why, or how, you would have to convince him to tell you, otherwise it would just be another unanswered question.

He sighed a frustrated sigh as he withdrew from past memories, closing his dark, almost black violet eyes. He ran a somewhat large hand through his short crimson hair and turned to walk into his dorm room, room 212. Earlier he'd heard someone enter the room next door so he assumed he had a new student as his neighbor.

"Might as well introduce myself, we'll bump into one another eventually..." He mumbled as he stopped at his own door, hand on the knob.

Thus he trudged the short distance between their two doors and knocked, a little louder than needed, on the door. His body filled almost the entire doorframe, being six foot, four inches and having a lean and muscular body accounted for many things. Like why he had some of his clothes custom made. Even then, the blue jeans he wore were a little bit tight, and the plain white t-shirt he wore seemed to conform to his muscle structure.He also wore a pair of size eighteen boots, combat boots to be more specific. Around his waist he wore a black belt, thoug hit wasn't necessary, and whenever it wasn't too hot, he wore a large dark red overcoat.

Through the door he could sense the new student's 'gift' and raised a brow. A class 4? Interesting. Most here are either 2s or 3s... He thought as he waited for him to come to the door.
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 10:55 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

(Drake, don't you mean Grade 12? If your seventeen you should be atleast a senior by now. Unless you've failed. x3 My character's a senior too, high five... if you correct that. )
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 5:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

(mystic... awesome entrance, grade would be nine for your age and a 3.74 is about a Bplus... 3.75 is an A. most students fall between 2.9 and 4.0 to get into this school Very Happy )

Chris drowsely stirred from his place on the couch. He thought he heard banging and then as the groginess began to work itself out of him, he realized that it was someone knocking at his door instead.

Pulling himself to his feet and tossing one of his bags into his imprint on the couch he trudged over to the door and pulled it open revealing the frame of a larger boy who almost filled the doorframe. Chris had never been to big of a boy and he'd always kept his weight down. This was one of the good times that he was glad that he had, because there wasn't much of him to fit into the concrete floor when he sank away in fear of the size of the other kid.

Chris didn't know what to think as he realized that he'd used his powers unintentionally. He really wasn't sure if the other kid had quit realized what his power exactly was so Chris immediately adjusted his position in the concrete floor and came out closer to the television on the other side of the room from the door. He'd skirted the floor rug so that's he'd not reform underneath it and stood again on the solid concrete flooring to their building.

Chris spoke first immediately trying to hide his fear and break the tension of the situation. "Hey... They call me 'Rockz.' What's your name?"
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( Why isn't anyone posting? Did I scare them away with Xander? ;_; )
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 4:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

((Awesomeness. Nice RP. Interesting character DF XD It's always fun to have someone different thrown in. Okay, I wanna give this a try))

Serria sat down on the chari presented to her and let the man read over her profile. She scanned the room with her eyes, one blue and one green. Her brownish-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though she usually wore it down. Today she wore a black blouse and white skirt for formality's sake, although a T-shirt and jeans would've been just fine. She decided there was nothing unusual about the room. If she didn't know better, she would say that this was a normal school. Pulling her thoughts back to herself, she waited for the counselor to say something.

Name: Serria
Grade: 10 (skipped kindergarten. Just like me :P)
Age: 14
DOB: November 13, 1992 <---(friday the 13th XD)
GPA: 3.9
Original home: Laos
Parent or Guardian: Deceased-Marilu Orrin and Mathew Wu
Known powers or suspected abilities: Due the girl's nature, she has two confirmed ability, and one suspecting.
Known: 1)The ability to create illusions that reflect a person's innermost thoughts at the moment. 2) The ability to pull a person's mind or perhaps soul into her own psyche. Numerous tests have shown the subject is not hurt, though what occurs in her mind is still an enigma.
Still testing: The ability to curse and bless someone. Many incidents can be written off as coincedence, and no proof supports this theory.
Additional notes: Subject has dissociative identity disorder (DID aka multiple personalities) The dominant personality is optomistic and calm, although as with all dessociative symptoms tends to wander out of reality sometimes. The recessive rarely ever shows, but caution should be taken if the subject becomes enraged. When so, she gains another ability, to affect gravity. When the recessive side is shown, immediate action should be taken. Subject becomes feral, however, her mind is not affected and intellegence triples. Subject becomes extremely dangerous. Another important detail is to maintain minimal eye contact. Subject will usually avoid direct eye contact on her own. She seems to convey her emotions through them and in cases or extreme emotion, eye contact can prove traumatic. However, when calm direct contact is perfectly safe.


The man looked up at the girl, who stared back at him patiently. He folded the paper back into its folder and handed it back to her, which she took.

"I notice it didn't list your last name on the paper," he commented. Serria paused to stuff the folder into her bag before answering.

"I don't have one. My parents adopted me and the only information my birth mother had given was that my name was Serria." She answered as if she had explained many times. The counselor nodded.

"Very well. Welcome to our school. I understand your...condition. I would suggest you avoid some of our more radical students so you don't become enraged." Serria winced, but nodded.

"I understand." She answered and picked up her schedule. "School starts in two weeks right?" The counselor nodded and she walked out.
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Serria wandered the halls for a bit, passing many of the classrooms. Some of the kids looked up at her and she smiled and waved at them. Most of them looked down again but some waved back. She was glad to know there were some friendly students around.

She turned the corner to see a very tall boy with red hair walk out tof his room and knock on the door next to his. The door opened to reveal a much smaller boy who seemed rather shocked to see someone so big in his doorway. She chuckled a bit and walked up to her room, which was right across from thiers. Throwing her bag onto the bed in a rather undignified way, she walked back out.

"Hey." She said, waving over the shoulder of the larger boy to the other smaller boy.

((That's drake and you Emrys, in case I suck at descriptions. :P)


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PostPosted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

((Hey Rita, the classes don't start for 2 weeks. Razz Oh and DF, I misinterpreted the 'timeline' for this rp, is all. He's supposed to be a Junior (I'm 17 and I'm a junior, if ya' really wanna know why ask me by PM.))

Balagar's brow raised when his neighbor suddenly shrunk away from him, like he was threatening him or something, but slowly his features slid back into that of plainness as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey... They call me 'Rockz.' What's your name?" He had said.

"My name is Balagar Arion. I've been attending this school for a few years now. So tell me, what do you think of the school so far?" He asked in an almost flat, yet undeniably even tone.

A few seconds later, he heard the voice of a girl acknowledging their existances, and thus he turned to face her briefly, "Greetings." he simply said, as he kept a small part of his attention on the boy in the room, he didn't want to seem rude to either of them, but when one was in front of you, and the other behind you, it was difficult to give both your attention...
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

((I hope you don't mind if I put a little spin on this...I'll delete and start over if you don't like it.))

Rubber soles thundered down the dark alleyways of Glasgow, Scotland; hearts pounded, pumping adrenaline to every extremity. "Round 'im up boys! He won't ge' awey this time!" The three police officers split up and took off, taking full advantage of the grid-like setup of downtown. "He went this way!" One of them yelled, keys jingling as he ran full-speed.

High above, clinging upside down to an overhanging ledge, was a near-invisible Roderick MacIntosh. Like a chamaeleon, he blended with his surroundings perfectly, almost melting into the side of the building from which he hanged. Roderick craned his neck, his eyes, now covered with a glistening navy blue film, following the officer as he passed down below. He took a moment and scanned the area, straining to see past the building across the alley. Through the fuzzy bluish haze of skeletal steel framework and office interiors he saw another police officer running past. When he was sure all was clear, he carefully made his descent to the pavement.

Once on the ground, Roderick dusted himself off and began to look somewhat normal again. His chocolate brown hair was spiked wildly on top of his roundish head, complimenting his fair complexion. Slowly the film covering his eyes receded down into their sockets, revealing deep emerald green irises. Readjusting his black leather jacket, Roderick felt a heavy hand clasp over his shoulder. "Stop runnin.'" The officer's raspy voice sent chills down Roderick's spine.

With a quick deep breath, Roderick threw the officer's hand off of his shoulder and ran toward the brick wall across from him. The officer reached out after him, but the perpetrator was far too swift. Within seconds Roddy had jumped up, planted his foot against the brick, and flipped over the officer's head. He then sprinted down toward the other end of they alley, where he slowly realized another officer was waiting. Roderick gasped in shock as he tried to stop too quickly and began to lose his footing. Slipping, his small frame hit the ground hard. All went black.

When he woke, he found himself handcuffed on a ratty old couch. Florescent light glowed softly from the ceiling, bathing the unfocused room with a yellowy tint. Roderick's head pounded where it hit the pavement, and he could barely make out a converstation in the distance.

Officer Beck sat at his desk, phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, I realize that sir, but this is a special case." On the other end, the principal of Morgan Isle was growing increasingly impatient. "Officer, this is a school for the gifted, not a delinquent detainment center. You say he has no record--and you expect us to take him in with what you believe to be no previous schooling?" The officer rubbed his forehead in irritation. "He's of high school age we're certain, and he's obviously very highly intelligent."

Roderick was at full attention now, suddenly realizing where he was and that the cop was talking about him. He looked around frantically for a way out, but there was nowhere to run -- and even if there were, his ankles were cuffed so he wouldn't go far if he did run.

"Sir, we assure you he wont be a threat--we'll have him guarded at all times." The air was silent for a moment. "Thank you sir, we'll be in flight by morning and we'll call again once we land." The officer looked up to see Roderick glaring back at him. "You just got a big break, lad."
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:26 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

( I'm 16 and I'm a junior, which is why she's a senior at 17. xD Jesh, My character and her ::ahem:: stalkers are quite amusing. )

:: She didn't feel like, all the sudden, to go into the library. She checked her watch for a second, pausing midstep. The two idiots bumping into her.:: Watch where you're going you idiots. :: It wasn't a normal insult, but it was enough to get them off, though she was sure eric probably had took the advantage of a touch that she couldn't feel.::

:: She sighed and turned around.:: We've got a class. :: She said begrudingly. She wasn't in the mood for teachers, or for anyone in her current class at the moment. Though she was glad that Misty was only a junior and he had to stay in his classes without phasing. Though Eric on the other hand would probably be with her in class.::

:: Though it was in the afternoon when classes started, (remember, Xander got rid of her lunch...? ) it still annoyed her that she had to go through "ethics" classes. Which were basically bullshit to her. She couldn't stand the self rightous people in there who would actually follow the ethics that they preached here. ::

:: She turned around and started for her classroom, ignoring any and all people she saw as she made it to the classroom.::

:: she spotted her desk, and of course the black case that most business men use for their jobs that was her "bookbag." She found it easier to carry around and she didn't like the other bookbags that other people had with them. She settled down in her seat, and basically awaited the annoyance of the day to get over. She wanted dinner already...::

:: Eric finally stalked himself into the room, with a large over stuffed bookbag.:: You wear that every year. :: She commented. He turned around and looked at her.:: Yes, X-ster, I carry it because of the memories that are attached with it. The longing, and the sweet romance of hopes that should not be crushed. The delicate straps which you have touched before caress my shoulders, thus giving me a-

It's the only one you can afford isn't it? :: She said rather harshly. He was being perverse(sp?) again. And she didn't want to listen to it.:: Yes... :: he said meekly.:: But I shall not sell myself out in the streets, because it is only You, X-ster, that I long for. Come, cuddle me and kiss my lips in sweet romance.

:: Instead he recieved a book from the floor that she had found to his skull.::

(XD)
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

(two things, first being at rita... Governments don't know about the 'special kids' that's why the highschool is so hidden and yes, school starts in 2 weeks Very Happy. and the other being at chris, nice intro just not liking the police part but i think we can keep it)

Christopher listened to the boys question. He was a towering lad, a bit older than himself but Chris felt that he presented no threat by the tone in his voice. And his question.

"I'm liking it so far," he replied. He thought for a minute seeing the other teenager turn to the girl across the hall. Chris could only manage a wave to her.

"My only thing," Chris said, turning back to the larger teen male before him, "is I'm still curious as to who my roomates are going to be."

Chris looked over at the girl and was a bit soothed by her smile. His tense muscles began to relax, slightly.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 7:52 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

((*head spinning* @_@ Ok, the government doesn't know, so I'm gonna have to change that part, um school starts in two weeks, DF and Drake are both seniors...right? Or was it DF's a junior and Drake's a senior? Or...ah never mind))

Serria smiled and waved at both of them.

"Whoops, looks like I walked in on a conversation. All right then, just wanted to meet my neighbors. Why don't you guys finish talking, I need to go explore anyways. Sorry for interupting." She added when she noticed that the larger student seemed to try and divert his attention between both of them. He was extremely tall, at least six feet. She was tall herself for her age, five feet and ten inches (that's how tall I am XD). "Oh yeah," she began again when she remembered, "I'm Serria. Why don't I get your names before I go?"
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:03 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

( xD Rita, Yes Drake and I are juniors. My character Xander is a Senior. His character is a Junior. Just say that Xander and Eric are having extra classes. :3 Ok. ^_^ that are out of the school year. @-@ Misty has his own extra classes. Muhahahaha.

Ok... :3 So, we understanding? )
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:21 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The plane took off with a shudder from Glasgow International. They were due to arrive in California somtime late afternoon where they would catch a shuttle flight to Morgan Isle. As soon as they began climbing altitude, Roderick slid the window cover shut--he hated flying. Every little pocket of air the plane bumped over sent his stomache soaring halfway up into his throat; thankfully the police had been kind enough to uncuff him. "Are you all right? Need anything?" Roderick shook his head, though he was looking and feeling rather green. "Ok then..."

The guard that had been assigned to watch over Roderick shifted in his seat. "You know," he said accepting a bag of peanuts from the steward, "You're stuck with me, so you might as well be a little more chatty.. Peanuts?" Roderick sighed and took the peanuts; he hadn't eaten much in the past couple of days. "So what did you do that's got everyone so riled up, anyway?" The guard gave a slight chuckle and rubbed his stubbly face. Finishing up the peanuts, Roderick shrugged. "Where are we going?" Straight, pearly white teeth spread across the older man's broad smirk. "School."
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

((@_@ Uhhh...sure. . . . . Ok, I think I get it. So DF's character is a senior, but she's a junior in real life and Drake's characters is a junior and he's a junior too...right?))
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 3:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

(Right. ^_^ )

:: She and Eric plus a few other finally calmed down when the Professor entered the room. After a brief explination about what they should be covering this afternoon, he started in the lesson.::

:: it was the same old thing, How we can't let our powers rule our lives. That powers will only get us so far. That we need to learn when and why to use our powers. It was just another boring sesson. She had to get every year, just because she had a more powerful power then most of the other people here.::

:: Others only had to do it once in their beginning year. She and eric had to do it more then once, and even Eric wasn't really supposed to be in here. He choose to be in almost every class that she was in. It was a part of his "routine."::

:: And it was simple, appear to be gay with one of the popular people, then suddenly when a girl askes you out your suddenly back to normal. A straight guy who is only playing around. So far it hadn't worked, which was why Eric continued to hang around her, just in hopes of catching a girl.::

:: She sighed, and rested her head in the palm of her hand looking in the general direction of the board, but not really paying attention. She had heard all of this stuff before, and she was going to hear it again next semester. It was pointless to her. Nothing like having someone force-feed her information she already knew she wasn't going to be using any time soon.::

:: She half wondered why she was even bothering at this point in this school. And then the "agreement" floated in her mind, and she decided to pay a little more attention, that way if she was called on she could make a smart ass remark and enjoy the negative attention it got her.::

(shortness x-x )


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