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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:16 pm
 Mitsukai.Mitsukai heard a knock on her door. She got up and walked to her door. When she opened it she noticed it was Kyuubi. “Hey!” She said and hugged him softly. “Come in.” She said and returned to her paintings. “Remember this one?” Mitsukai said and showed him a picture she painted of the two when they were together. It was at the pool with Minron, she loved that lizardman.
“I like looking at my art.” Mitsukai said smiling. Kyuubi knew it was one of her biggest hobbies. “So, how was your first day?” Mitsukai asked. She was kind of curious. Hers was in the middle. Mitsukai tried to remember if she had any classes with Kyuubi. They had APC together didn’t they?
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:25 pm
 Cory
Cory walked out of class towards Mitsukai’s dorm and knocked, but she didn’t answer. “She must be in the shower.” So Cory walked back to his dorm. After awhile of pacing back and forth he decided to take a shower. So Cory took a shower. After he was done with his shower he fixed his hair to the best of his ability. He put on Mitsukai’s favorite clone. Then he put on a blue shirt she bought him. He found his best skinny jeans and threw them on. Then he brushed his teeth. Looking in the mirror he decided he was presentable he walked to Mitsukai’s dorm, but Kyuubi was there. ‘Darn you Kyuubi!’ Cory thought and walked to his car. He hoped in and drove to the closest mall.
Once Cory got there he went to the jewelry store and browsed the necklaces. After awhile he found the perfect one. “How much?” he asked the guy who worked there. After a few moments of discussing the price Cory bought it. It was a silver heart necklace that’d hang down no longer to her color bone. And it had a diamond in the middle. Cory then browsed the mall a little while longer, giving Kyuubi time to leave Mitsukai alone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:13 pm
 Conor headed back to his dorm after the end of class, still memories of his past floated through his mind. When he reached his dorm he slowly opened the door and entered, flicking the light on as he did. He grabbed his book of notes on his power and left again, closing the door behind him and locking it. Conor walked the halls of the school, he didn't know what to do now that school had ended. He stopped at the back entrance of the school, which led to the sports court. He had an idea for working on his power.
He found the ground keeper, or whatever it is they call these guys now-a-days, and persuaded him to let Conor borrow a couple baseballs. Conor walked back out the sports court and started his practice, using his power he lifted the ball and tossed it into the air, as high as he could. As the ball proceeded to fall down towards him he would catch it, using his power of course.
After ten to fifteen minutes of this he was forced to stop, by his aspiring fatigue. This shouldn't be this hard. Conor was frustrated, his power had barely improved since the beginning of the summer, he needed a to find a better technique for it.
Conor gave the balls back to the man who lent them to him, thanking him and proceeded back to his room. Where should I go now? I want to meet some more people.
--Conor Morgan
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:08 pm
Kyuubi smiled at the painting. "Yes" he replied. "My first day was good" he told her. He sighed slightly. "I went to check on my dimension earlier today." he told her wondering whether to tell her he saw Satori or not. He knew it wouldn't do any good to think not too, she knew him too well to know when something was wrong. He hesitated a couple more seconds. "I saw Satori in the horizen." he admitted. "I hope he doesn't make a move on the castle." he finished. He sat down in a chair near her desk.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 2:04 pm
Mitsukai.
Mitsukai frowned when he mentioned Satori. “Seriously? That sucks. Maybe he won’t make a move, but you should probably have some guards up just in case.” Mitsukai suggested. She thought over some of the bull last year dealing with Satori. So him being there wasn’t a good idea.
“So, my day wasn’t sweal. Thanks for asking.” Mitsukai looked at him and grinned. She loved teasing him like that. “Well, Thorne’s ex came to school. I don’t like her. And Cory’s at school. We both know the drama that comes with him.” Mitsukai sighed and thought about the time Cory came to school and kissed her, which caused her and Kyuubi to go on a break.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 4:30 pm
"I made sure, gaurds were keeping constant watch for him" he finished. He didn't want to talk about Satori at all anymore. He grinned back at her when she teased him. "Well I hope you and Thorne's ex can eventually get along, but I doubt that" he smiled. "Ya I remember seeing Cory yesterday" he told her. He remembered the same thing Mitsukai did. He tried not to think about it. "I'm sure you heard about the parent's day coming up?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:53 pm
Lorrie Etterling 
Lorrie was saved the trouble of going back into her class when the bell rang. ‘Saved by the bell, of course’ she thought absently. Going to her room, she changed from her green tank into a light blue camisole under a light cotton, white, off-the-shoulder, peasant blouse (pic), a pair of jean shorts, and white flip flops. The day had grown steadily more humid and she had needed to change out of her jeans. It didn’t help that her tank had been a dark color so it absorbed more heat. Sighing in relief, Lorrie brushed her straight blonde hair from her eyes and brought it up into a low, side ponytail so that her hair rested on her right shoulder.
A blinking message on her laptop alerted her to a new message. Opening it up, she saw that parent’s day was coming up, great! Maybe she would be able to see her little sister again, before Christmas vacation. Despite her little sister’s annoyingness, Lorrie and her sister were close.
Taking her white oversized purse, Lorrie went in search of hard-wood floors. She wandered the hallways curiously passing random students and a few tired looking teachers. No doubt exhausted from the first day back. Lorrie peeked through all the open doorways, and several closed doors all in vain. She did however encounter several empty classrooms, a couple harassed looking teachers arguing, the janitor’s closet, and a very shocked couple that had been previously making out on some desks. Almost in despair, Lorrie peaked around a wide doorway, hoping to God that she would just find some hardwood floors. She was in luck. Giving a little happy squeal, Lorrie rushed into the huge room. It looked to be the Event hall. Oh well, it wasn’t in use at the moment so she didn’t care. Laying her purse near one of the walls, she gingerly took out her very compact boom box that her sister had given her as a birthday gift. Plugging it into the nearby outlet, Lorrie turned it up to a very loud noise level. For being such a small thing, it sure could project noise. Skipping to track 5, Lorrie listened to the piano play and the deep well of emotion of the singer as she pulled on her worn but dearly beloved jazz shoes, and discarded her flip flops. This wasn’t necessarily a jazz song, but then again you could dance to any song in any style as long as you could feel the rhythm and motion of it.
Restarting the song, Lorrie placed herself in the middle of the floor placing herself in starting position. She did a double pirouette, to start, then turned towards her arm movements and glides, pose. Another turn, pose, then moving onto floor work. This she slowed down being ever careful of her knees because of course in her packing for school she forgot her pads. Then relaxing, she just let herself feel the music going into free-style.
Lorrie relished the movement in her limbs. The meticulous control that you had over each and every muscle and the savage pleasure of working your body harder and faster as you continued in your work of beautiful visual art. The inner joy of how flexible one could become was invigorating as her tense muscles slowly loosened till she was able to do the splits. She loved dance, and believed she would certainly die if it was taken away from her.
[[hey guys, internet’s back up. I’m gonna have some late lunch then work on Thorne’s post, and Connor just come on over to the Event hall if ya want some interaction]]
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 5:28 pm
Mitsukai.“If we get along, great! You know I love new friends. But if we don’t, don’t get mad at me when I hurt her somehow.” Mitsukai said and hopped up with an instant idea, swimming! “Ohh, We should totally go swimming!” Mitsukai smiled and ran to her closet. She grabbed her baby blue bikini Kyuubi bought her last year. “BRB” Then rushed to the bathroom and threw it on, even though she just took a shower, it’d be fun. When she got out she smiled at Kyuubi. “Don’t worry about parent’s day. Once I get my overly annoying mother and my demanding sister gone we’ll hang out all day. Most of the kids here hate seeing their parents, so I’m sure we can find a huge clique and have fun. And if you need a shoulder to cry on, you know I’m always here.” Mitsukai said and smiled.
“Now go to your dorm and throw on some trunks. Ima put away my paintings and meet you by the pool.” Mitsukai said and kicked him out. Once he shut the door she put all her paintings away and grabbed a sundress. She threw it on, grabbed a towel and walked barefoot to the pool house. When Mitsukai got to the pool she threw off her sundress and sat by the edge of the pool and waited for Kyuubi. She made sure her gloves were secure so they wouldn’t fall off.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 6:12 pm
Kyuubi smiled and went to his room throwing on a pair a trunks. He went to the poolhouse grabbing a towel. He put his shirt on a chair and jumped into the pool. He floated on his back, looking up at the sky. He couldn't get the worried fact of Satori out of his mind.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 8:39 pm
After returning to his room, Conor threw on a clean pair of his skinny jeans, and changed into his new All Time Low band t-shirt that his grandmother had purchased for him before he left. He picked up his Ipod, shoving it into his back pocket and exited his dorm, closing and locking the door behind him.
Conor walked down the empty halls of the school, everyone looked exhausted from the long day, he wondered why he wasn't. Maybe it was because his power was not as advanced as most people's that attended the school, and it did not really take much energy for him to perform at the level he did.
After taking a short walk around the school he decided to look for something interesting to do. That was when he passed by the Event Hall, which he could hear some loud music being projected from. He took a look inside one of the windows and saw a girl dancing inside. Wow, she is an amazing dancer. Conor stood at the window, looking inside at the girl for a few moments, he decided since he must have looked kind of creepy to go inside. He opened he door to the Event Hall and slowly walked across the hard wood floor, looking for a place to sit.
He picked up a fold out chair near the down and set it up to the side, about thirty feet from the girl, she hadn't seemed to notice him yet so he just sat and watched. She was truly amazing at dance and Conor enjoyed watching her. He noticed that he had left his Ipod on, so he pulled it out of his pocket and switched it off, returning it to his front pocket, not wanting to have to sit on it.
--Conor Morgan
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:15 am
Thorne Ramiro 
Thorne sighed as he watched the three leave. He was going to take his time getting to his next class. There really was no need to rush. Mr. Rondon was a favorite among the musically inclined, and he tended to be lax about policies and such seeing as he was one of those old hippies that never got past the 60’s and 70’s. Furthermore, his classes tended to be more like jam sessions between friends than an actual class, so most came and went without consequence. The only reason the school had kept him and his classes was because the students would surely break out in revolt against the injustice, and an angry mob of powerful teenagers was something the school definitely did not want.
Thorne rose from his spot, and headed to his class. Some of his peers were already tuning their instruments, and Thorne nodded at Mr. Rondon who sat humming behind his desk as he watched the students warm up. Thorne grabbed his acoustic guitar from where it lay in its case and strummed it making sure the strings were in tune.
Moving into an A chord, Thorne plucked a few strings and then shifted gears and moved to a G chord. He worked his fingers between the two making sure that he could move them smoothly. It was then that Mr. Rondon discussed their summer homework. They each had to write a musical composition featuring three or more instruments. Thorne took out his homework. He had done a mellow melody featuring drums, guitar, and piano. The assignment had been simple. It was easy to create a simple melody with guitar, and then just add a base rhythm and simple cords to give it flavor. He had finished his in the second week of vacation. So when most of the class groaned Thorne looked at them in surprise. This had been a no big deal especially in comparison to some of the projects that Mr. Rondon had previously put them through.
The class reluctantly passed in their homework, and then broke off into small groups to work on their new assignment, which was to create an impromptu piece of rock to hand in at the end of class. Everyone got to work, and the rest of class sped along until the bell rang. The class handed in their papers and Thorne headed to his room. Dropping off his books, Thorne made his way to the school computer lab. He didn’t own a laptop because of the expense of his fancy stereo and car, so he was stuck using one from school. Logging into his e-mail account, Thorne looked at the new message that blinked. It was from the school administration. Opening it, Thorne felt his heart sink. Parents’ Day…great. He shouldn’t have any reason to worry though. His mother would definitely not come to his school for a visit that much was certain.
Turning off the computer, Thorne worked his way to the training area. He entered the battle simulation room, as it was the only room that was sturdy enough to withstand his power. Finding the hidden keypad on the right steel wall, Thorne entered his code and a square part of the wall slid up revealing a small, compact square that held a vial of deep red liquid. He shook it a bit examining the contents before downing it. Immediately he felt the all-consuming need to detonate. Ignoring it with some difficulty, Thorne placed the vial back in the hidden compartment, and locked it. He then proceeded to the middle of the room to wait. Sitting Indian style on the ground, Thorne took deep breaths focusing all the control he had on not blowing up. This was one of the reasons the vial was locked up with only his trainer and him knowing the password. If anyone who didn’t have Thorne’s power drank the vial, they would instantly explode killing themselves and others around them. In short, this was not something that should be meddled with especially by someone who didn’t know what they were holding. And so, Thorne took another deep breath and prepared to wait.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:29 am
Every artist dips her brush in her own soul... I am Aura
Aura smiled at Mike, blushing slightly, "I'm sure we will. Thanks for helping me find the Office..." She opened the door and went through. As the door behind her closed, she could be heard, "Excuse me Miss, I have a letter here for the student teaching posistion........" The secretary handed some forms to Aura to fill out, Aura took them sat down and began filling them out.
...and paints her own nature into her pictures.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:25 am
~Jet Brody~
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
He stared in awe at the device in Coop's hand. There was a way to suppress his powers? He had to have it. Had to give it people. He didn't want people's powers and especially didn't want them if they didn't want him to. He knew Coop wouldn't give it to him or explained how it worked.
"So, do you just press the button and hold onto it?" He asked.
The highest proof of virtue is to possess boundless power without abusing it.
~Rico Stexel~
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
This was all going together perfectly. He'd already roped himself a very worthy second-in-command. One who was definitely devoted to the "cause". Now, they needed to gather some underlings and earn respect. His recreation of his old school would be complete. He'd once again be the king of the students. Numero uno. Top dog.
But then, that raised another question. What would he do to get to that status once he had more followers? They'd do something to attract attention. Show their strength. They wouldn't take orders from others either.
He got up from the table. He didn't plan on going to class. He started roaming the halls, seeing who else he could meet and discover their powers.
Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight? ~Coop Enders~
Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Coop smirked at how interested Jet was, even though he was trying to hide it. He loved doing stuff to him like that. "Yes, that's basically what I do," He said with a grin. He flipped the remote into the air, opened his pocket, and caught it in there.
"It took a long time to make and I probably won't make another," Coop admitted. "I do have something else planned. But... my question limit has been used up today. Mostly finding you."
He turned to the door and walked out. "I'll update you later," He said, pulling the door shut behind him.
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. ((Sorry. I had more typed up for Coop originally and thought that it got posted too.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:49 am
(( I might not post today. If i do it'll be later on. Those who are posting extremly short post for your characters, please try harder to post longer more detailed post. ]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:34 am
 
Nikky managed to tell Joseph that she had pottery as her last class moments before the bell rang. She made her way to the classroom. Upon opening the door, she saw the huge kiln in the back, well, at least the door that led to it. Making her way to an empty seat, she plopped down and waited for class to start. When it did, she was excited to find they would be working on their first pieces, tiny ceramic animals.
Taking the clay she was given, Nikky tried to mold it into the form of a horse. She grew frustrated easily though, for her power was much easier to control and produce illusions than the clay was. Changing her mind, she went for a cat instead, making a model with her powers, but it was a flat, 2-d model on a sheet of paper. She managed to have the cat looking decent. At the end of the class, they all placed their work on the shelf, ready to be put in the kiln, so they would be ready to paint the next time they met.
Exiting the classroom, Nikky made her way to her room, kickin off her shoes and flopping down on her bed. She was about ready to take a nap.
 
Daina told Adam and L bye when the bell rang, signaling their last class for the day. She headed outside to Horticulture. Upon entering the greenhouse, she took a deep breath, and welcomed the smell of the earthy sauna. She liked being around the plants, her power enabled her to make sure they were growing alright, plus, they didn't praise you, or call you a saint, if you healed them. They just were. Sure, there were the plants that flowered, or produced food, but it was just the simpleness of it all.
Therefore, when the teacher assigned each of them a section of the greenhouse to take care of for the semester, she was glad. They were also to pick what kinds of plants they would take care of. Daina immiediately came up with a list: Snapdragons, Marigolds, some tomatos, corn, broccoli, and poinsettia's, for Christmas.
They left at the bell after turning in their list of plants to the teacher. They would begin planting the next class. Instead of going anywhere, Daina merely decided to walk around the campus. She enjoyed nature, the day was nice now, and school was over. She pulled out her cell and checked her email. 'Parents Day?!' "Somebody shoot me..." She said, quite literally. "Oh, wait....that wont work!" She growled in frustration. She sat down in the shade of a nearby tree, wishing she could get a headache.
Cadence had finished eating in silence. Her mood wasn't really all that happy. Upon hearing the bell, she turned to leave and went into the theatre. Musical Theatre was her next class, and it was her favorite, although it didn't lift her mood. The first day they were doing various acting exercises, like pass the pulse, improv, and freeze. She didn't participate much, she didn't feel up to it.
They were assigned the task of coming up with a list of musicals they could do that year, in the spring. It was due next class. Once the bell rang, she left and made her way back to her dorm. She changed into some white gym shorts, and a black tank top, and headed to the training area. She found the nearest available punching bag, and began beating it, a thought to go with every punch, Cadence let her mind roam to what was troubling her.
'Stupid unaccepting people. I was seven and they looked at me like I was a freak...I had just saved their lives....Then my parents, locking me up, keeping me isolated...Supposedly it was for my own good, ha, they were scared of what others would think if they found out they had a freak for a daughter. They were scared of what I could do...I could read it on their faces...'
Her gaze had become unfocused, and finally when she jolted to reality, she realized that she had also been using her powers on the bag as well, she hit it one final time, making her forcefield expand rapidly, sending it flying to the opposite wall. She was tired of acting as if nothing was wrong, as if she was alright. Years of pent up agression were just waiting to be released, and what she had just done was merely a small fraction of the whole.
[[ j_hawk & Drakie Cakie, I have another person for your group...Cadence]]
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