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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:03 pm
(( okay, i'll let you do the honors because i'm trying to advoid actually posting because i'd have the temptation to post for Mitsukai and i cant do that yet. ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:11 pm
((Alright! Real Quick though what period is lunch after?))
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:25 pm
(( 2nd. We have A day and B day classes, four classes each day *which you already got that* and lunch is after 2nd prd everyday. ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:32 pm
((Alright so its a block schedule then, gotcha. smile ))
Jinx headed towards the Cafeteria, classess had been great so far, and as hoped he had no problems fitting in...for once. He smiled and whistled a tune while jumping in line. He didn't really know anyone except Cadence so he scanned for her as he got a carton of milk. "Hmmm where should I sit at?". He didnt want to be rude and interrupt anyone, and his insecurities still made him afraid of the rejection of a saved seat. Oh the world could be a cruel place sometimes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:37 am
Cory Mitchell James;; I’m not broke; I’m just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what can I do?
How will I move on when I’m still in love with you?
Cory trudged onto lunch. The day was pretty swell. No Mitsukai or Joe got in his way. But, that didn’t really matter. He hadn’t seen Mitsukai at all really. Where could she be? Cory decided that his train of thought was going into deadly waters, so he focused on something else. Food! Cory walked into the lunch line and grabbed a cheese pizza with cheesy crust, yum yum yum. Cory walked over to a table and sat down. He took a bite of his pizza then noticed a guy who didn’t really fit in. Cory knew how that felt. Cory looked at the kid and waved him over. Why not have a new friend. He was doing kind of good with making friends. He became friends with Lorrie. Why not make new ones!
Cory took a bite of his yummy delicious pizza. He then looked over at the kid he invited over to the table. He was a fairly basic teen, nothing special. He had to be a first year. Then again, Cory was a first year, sort of. Cory scanned the cafeteria and saw a clique of first years. They were talking and showing off as usual. But most of them were 9th graders and 10th graders. The older first years always tried to hang out with people their age. Cory then looked at the table the seniors typically sat at. Where was Mitsukai? She could be in class, but he doubted it. No one else was at the table yet.
(( I want to kill off one of my characters and replace them with a cute girl who carries around a teddy bear. I hate Mer, I really do. But she’s a genius legend. And I can’t kill off a genius legend. Is it to late to change her personality, I think so. ))
 && dream BIG , cause it's all you got now .
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:45 am
(( whoa, i posted cory in Mitsukai's heading. i'll fix that in a second. yay, Drakie is coming back and my frn Allie is joining. isnt that amazing guys!))
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:49 pm
Archimedes ||Primus> 
Brrrrrrrring.
“Augh…”
Brrrrrrrring.
“Shut uuup.”
BRRRRRRRRRIIIINGGGGGGG—
“ALL RIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’M UP ALREADY, I’M UP!” Archimedes growled, causing his alarm clock to, well, explode. Crap. He’d done it again. Stupid powers having to be connected to his stupid emotions. Why couldn’t he be like Spock, and have no emotion? Then his powers would work perfectly! Note to self: Kolinahr. Soon. But for now, the boy rose from his bed, feeling like hell. How long had he been asleep? Why was his alarm clock emphatically persistent this morning? With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and approached the poor, defenseless, destroyed alarm clock. Such a sad sight. He was tempted to leave it like that, because he felt on some level that it deserved to be destroyed after rudely waking him like it did, but knew he sort of needed it. So, with his lips pursed, Archimedes let his hand hover of the pile of wires and broken plastic, and watched as thin wisps of electricity extended from his fingertips and the broken machine, meeting in the middle and quickly piecing the alarm clock back together again. There, all fixed. The red, digital letters illuminated the clock’s face, reading that it was— CRAP! He’d slept through his first two classes, and it was already lunch time! Stupid delayed alarm clock! As if a fire was lit under his butt, Archimedes darted around his room, picking up pieces of clothing he could throw on and still be considered school-appropriate. Plaid shorts, hooded sweatshirt, Vans, goggles, gloves… oh yeah! THAT’S why he slept so late. He’d been up all night making these gloves. Well, it was never too late to test them out, so he pulled those on, too. His backpack was at the door with all his stuff in it, including his cell phone and wallet he hadn’t previously thought to grab. Lights out, and sprint to the cafeteria!
Even though he felt stupid for sleeping in, he was pretty sure he knew why his alarm clock went off late. Because of his powers, he probably influenced its programming in his sleep, wishing for more time in which to slumber. So, the clock acquiesced. And what had he done? Smashed it. With his mind. It was kind of cool to think of, but still a mean thing to do to the thing that had only been trying to help him. But this was going to be a problem if he couldn’t control his powers enough to make them obey him and not mess around when he was unconscious. At least these gloves were worth it, he thought. He’d maneuvered little wires into the palm and fingers of the black wool gloves so he could hold pure electricity in his hands. Sure he could do it before, but without an electrical base, the electricity would just fade out gradually in his non-electrical palms. But now he had a stabilizer, so the electricity would stay contained and he would be able to augment it, carry it around, juggle it, whatever he wanted without it dying suddenly. Weapons were the best! And no one would be the wiser, seeing as they just looked like normal gloves to the naked eye. He wanted to see if he could absorb the electric energy from something and then redirect it to affect something else. That was totally kick a**.
Well, the cafeteria wasn’t too crowded at the moment, so Archimedes decided to test it now. If not now, when? But what to absorb? Well, there was a neon sign that was advertising hot lunches in one of the mostly empty lunch lines. That could work. No one would miss it, anyway. It looked dumb, anyway, with all the bright colors and flashing and tackiness. Almost angrily, Archimedes jabbed his first two fingers into it, breaking apart one of the neon letters and causing a few sparks to fly. However, he managed to suck the electrical energy right out of the sign and held it in a swirling ball in his palm. Success! It wasn’t fizzling out or anything, or else he’d be able to feel it. It was just chilling in his palm! The Hispanic lunch ladies seemed pissed off at him and were yelling at him in what was probably a mix of broken English and Spanish, but he didn’t care; he just walked away, amused as he tossed the ball of bluish yellow electricity between his hands. But where to redirect it? Well, well, well, there walked what appeared to be the evil Biology teacher he’d had the misfortune of being assigned to: A-line skirt, muffin top, fluffy blouse, arms full of papers and a coffee mug. With an evil smirk, without caring who saw, he manipulated the raw energy in his hand so it twisted around his fingers, and let it fly, hitting its target perfectly: Right on the teacher’s lumpy, unfortunate-looking rear end. She jumped and twitched for a moment as the electricity affected her, dropping everything in her hands. Her dumb hair stood slightly on end as she glared around looking bothered, rubbing the smoking black spot on her bum that would surely leave a hole in her clothes. Oh well. Everyone including him was laughing, so what did it matter? She couldn’t tell who had done it, and no one was ratting him out yet. So, he nonchalantly went about his business, pleased with himself. Almost too pleased. La di da.
Using all that power worked him up an appetite, though, and Archimedes looooved him some pizza. He wished they had pot pie at this school, though. He had to walk all the way to Boston Market to get any these days, and it was simply not on. Maybe he’d suggest that some time. Still, pizza was better than nothing, though not better than chicken pot pie. …But they needed more pizza toppings. Cheese or pepperoni? That was no good. Well, pepperoni was okay, but supreme pizza was a bajillion times better. Milk, no. Coke, no. Juice, no. Why didn’t they have a student coffee machine? They had things like Vitamin Water and bottled sweet tea, but no coffee. Well, fine, he’d just get a Coke this time. Once again, better than nothing. Note to self: Go off campus for a latte and a chicken pot pie later. Sneak out of needed. Don’t get caught (not that he got caught often, now that he could destroy security cameras). He thanked the lunch lady and then set off for a table.
…Or not. When had the cafeteria suddenly decided to fill up? Now all the tables were taken, even if just occupied by one person, which made sitting there all the more awkward. Archimedes pursed his lips, deciding whether to inflict himself upon someone or just sit against the wall again. Or in the computer lab, there the machines liked him back. Not like the cafeteria machines that seemed to have aligned themselves with their illegal counterparts. Hmm… oh! …Was someone beckoning him? This was definitely a first. Archimedes stopped in his tracks, meeting the other’s eyes warily. Straightened black hair, male, eating the same thing he was, sitting alone. Waving to him, or maybe someone near him? The redhead looked around, looked behind him, eyes darting all over the place because surely, surely this person wasn’t motioning to him. But alas, to no avail. Anyone else was with a group or running to join another table, etcetera. He was the only one standing alone dumbly, staring suspiciously at the dark-haired boy waving at him. Well… it was a place to sit, he decided. Not necessarily an invitation to make friends, but a place to park himself. So, with this in mind, Archimedes approached the table with trepidation.
…And the world hadn’t ended yet. Good start. He set his tray down, and then his backpack, and then himself, across from this strangely beckoning lad. Wait. He’d seen him before, he was sure. Around school, maybe he was at that party Archimedes went to? That one he left early from? He couldn’t be sure. He’d also tapped into a boy’s webcam a few days ago, and this might have been him. He couldn’t remember exactly. So, he took this moment to quickly memorize his features. Once done, he cracked open his coke can and held it close to himself, looking insecurely at… whomever this was. “Greetings,” he started unsurely, not quite sure what to say. Did this boy have an agenda? A vendetta? Something he needed to say? He hated not knowing these things.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:53 pm
Kyuubi and Vincent walked to lunch. Kyuubi knew he had to get Mitsukai back. He couldn't leave to soon or it would seem strange. Everyone should think that Vincent had things going on at home and hoped that he would come up with an excuse. Kyuubi got his food and was soon joined by Vincent they didn't talk. Vincent was still rattled from being prisoner and Kyuubi was lost in his mind.
((and nice long post Drakie lol, now I am having writers block, my mind is kind of on other roleplays))
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:59 pm
 Cadence Saline IvieCadence had hurried up and caught up with Devin, kinda confused why he didnt wait for her when they had the same class before hand. She shrugged, for it was no big deal. After she had gotten through the line, she had unexpectedly caught the appearance of someone she met a few days ago. Archimedes., and he was sitting at the same table as Cory, someone else she was planning to talk to. So, she smiled up at Devin and spoke. "I have somewhere we can sit." She said leading him over to their table. "Devin, this is Cory and Archimedes," She said before sitting down. Sure, Cory would probably wonder why she was sitting down there, and Archimedes might not remember her, but she didn't care. (hey, i thought earlier we had lunch after third....gah, im so confused. and yay, Drakie is comign back!)
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:43 pm
Cory Mitchell James;; I’m not broke; I’m just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what can I do?
How will I move on when I’m still in love with you?
(( Bravo Drakie bravo. Yet again you have blown me away <3 Now lets hope Allie *and Rachy boo* post soon and I’ll be in roleplayers heaven, seriously. ))
Cory was definably entertained by the show of zapping the teacher. “Who ever did that, is a god.” Cory said. He then noticed Mitsukai was missing still. ‘She would have loved that.’ Cory thought bitterly then turned to the kid who sat next to him. “Hey, I’m Cory.” Cory introduced himself. “Finding a seat at lunch can be hell. Especially if you’re not in a ‘clique’” Cory said, even doing the quote-on-quote finger signs. Cory knew how horrible the whole sitting by yourself thing was, since he’d done it for the past couple of days. Now he was ready to make friends. The even better thing was that none of these kids seemed to be close to Mitsukai. Even Cadence wasn’t to close. Therefore, no exploding because he screwed up yet again. But oh how he missed her…
Cory drew his mind out of his endless thinking of her. This wasn’t good, he had officially become obsessed. Cory then noticed that they guy he was sitting next to was a mere victim to her loving nature. Mitsukai had already decided that she was going to be that kid’s friend. Cory seriously wanted to laugh. But he was spared of the humiliation when Cadence and Devin came near. “Hey Devin.” Cory said and smiled at yet another new person. Maybe this day was going to be a great day. He desperately needed the friends.
Cory studied the look of the new comers and then peered at her table, yet again. Where was she? Joe was there, Kyuubi was there, Vincent was there. A lot of people were. Cutting school wasn’t really Kai’s style. So where was she? Cory decided to blow it off. He would end up needing medical treatment if he couldn’t put an end to the extreme obsession he had for that girl. Food was always a great distraction. He took a bite of his pizza. Yum. This food was delicious, but they needed something. Ahh, coffee. “We should start a petition that they should buy a coffee making machine with the next fundraiser money, don’t cha think?” Cory noted out loud. He thought it was a great idea.
&& dream BIG , cause it's all you got now .
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 5:16 pm
"To dream anything that you want to dream, that's the beauty of the human mind.
To do anything that you want to do, that is the strength of the human will."
---------------------------- |Adam|Sire|Listing| { Bah, sorry guys. Horribly sick Tuesday, so I wasn't able to get on Wednesday, which was a shame because I had no school that day anyway. On a time-limit here, holidays kill my internet time, but I'll make it up to you soon. Btw, I like that bad guy idea. L'd be a perfect candidate. }
Adam strolled out of his second period class, his head in the clouds. He still had a throbbing headache from the previous night, but it was very light. Strange, how after Daina had come up to him he had begun to feel less and less intoxicated. His mind was just .. clearer. He shook it off though. He was trashed last night, which is something he usually doesn't do. He drinks of course, just not as heavy. Usually L was the one getting smashed.
He strolled into the lunch room, his hand stuffed into the front pockets of his black skinny jeans. Mmm. The enticing aroma of food struck him all at once, and he began to search the possibilities. What to eat, what to eat. Eventually Adam chose the frustratingly long line of cheeseburgers, grabbing a small tray of fries with it and a few packets of ketchup. He stopped and looked around the room, expecting to see Mitsukai and everyone at the table.
Instead, there was Cory, Cadence, and Archimedes. That's strange. The corners of his mouth tugged down in a frown, but then quickly retreated as he shrugged it off. Probably just skipping. He took a seat next to Cadence and sat down just as Cory spoke. "That's actually a great idea, we should do that. Coffee would be awesome." ----------------------------
"To trust yourself to test your limits, that is the courage to succeed."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:37 pm
Archimedes ||Primus>
(( Yay! I like blowing people away. <3 Also, Archimedes seems to have a bit of a gay streak in him. Sryboutthat. ))
Archimedes indeed heard the god reference, and internally praised himself. So, that made him a god and a hero, if he remembered correctly. Wow, not a single friend, but already a god; that had to be some sort of record. He found himself slowly evolving out of his suspicious shell. “Thanks, but I think I’ll leave the godliness to someone more qualified,” he quipped with a smirk, rolling his pizza into a roll, making it easier to eat. For him, anyway. Or maybe he was just weird, but that wasn’t anything new. Ahh, yes, the cliques. He’d been able to avoid them for the most part in middle school, seeing as him and his friends were their own group and they didn’t have to worry about ‘popular or not.’ But after the experiment, and his friends’ minds wiped, he found himself subject to the ails of high school. Woe was Archimedes. He wasn’t exactly the most socially adept person either, which made things difficult. So far he hadn’t been able to find a single person who came close to being similar to his old friends, where they could just be weird and blaaaaaaahgh all the time and no one judged, because that’s how they liked to be. Most people in high school seemed to have this preoccupation with needed to look cool and stuff. Whatever. Him and his friends were cool, just in a different way. A way no one else would ever be able to understand. So yes, he did understand not being able to find a place to sit at lunch since he wasn’t in a clique. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be in one anyway. He doubted there would be one in existence that was relevant to his interests, seeing as football and talking about hot chicks wasn’t his style.
Cory. Yes, that name was familiar. But this Cory person seemed to be off in his own world. He looked wistful, and it annoyed the hell out of him. He was invited to sit here, and then just ignored? How rude. Actually, Archimedes thought with a smirk, he kind of looked like a love-struck teenager. Oh, poor him. Probably preoccupied with some girl. He never understood the fascination with dating and being in love. It wasn’t uncommon for him to find someone attractive, but he didn’t really have an interest in engaging a relationship or anything. Too much trouble. All the doting and chasing and apologizing and compromising and fighting and augh, this was why he didn’t think about it! Why anyone would want to put themselves in that situation, the boy had no bloody clue. Maybe they were insane. Every single one of them, complete lunatics. …Okay, so he was getting a bit carried away now. Alright, so there was also emotional support, someone to always talk to, someone who would forgive you no matter what, always be there for you, care about your needs, blah blah blah. It was a nice luxury. It wasn’t a necessity of life. Love was an option, not an obligation. So there, take that, psychology!
Okay, why was this always happening to him? No matter who he sat next to, a swarm of people would follow soon after. This had happened once already! Déjà vu! When he heard the name ‘Devin,’ Archimedes looked expectantly at Cory, thinking he’d been called again. But when he turned around, there was a girl and a boy, Cadence and Devin, he presumed. Aaaah yep, she just introduced them. He was tempted to share that his first name was Devon, too, but then wondered why it mattered. Who cared? He went by his middle name to go against conformism. Sharing such a thing would be detrimental to his plan. New life, new name. Well, same name, really, since it was his middle name, but new use of his name. He wasn’t sure how to go about greeting these people since he’d already been introduced, so he simply nodded and bit into his roll of pizza, glad to satisfy his hunger. He loved his power, truly did, but man, this energy-taxing thing was getting old. He was worried that one day he wouldn’t have any food on him, will have used too much power and would just pass out from starvation. What was really annoying was using energy didn’t really make him feel hungry; he just knew that if he didn’t eat soon after using any significant amount of his power, that he would start feeling faint and nauseous from low blood sugar levels. Not fun — and then coffee was mentioned. This immediately got Archimedes’s attention. Coffee? Cory liked coffee? He hadn’t met another teenager ever who had liked coffee! Well, some girls he knew were all like ‘oh, frappuccinos are the best! Ehehehe!’ but as far as he was concerned, frappuccinos weren’t coffee — they were a fancy milkshake, at best. All they were getting was a sugar rush. Very few young people actually liked coffee, brewed from a machine, poured in a cup with minimal fixings. Crap, he was making himself want it too much. Not cool.
And who the hell was this? He leaned across the table to get a better look at who had joined them, wondering once again why this kept happening to him, and stopped dead. Slowly, he shrunk back into his seat, face bright red, thought he wasn’t sure why seeing… whomever that was caused such a reaction in him. Well, he supposed this boy was… acceptable, since he expressed an interest in coffee as well. Archimedes hurriedly took a hefty bite of his food, probably too big of a bite, but managed to swallow it with minimal discomfort, washing it down with his Coke. Who was that? And why did it seem that the boys at this school seemed to have a shared love of using flat irons and hair dye? He himself was all natural, he preened internally. He didn’t really care much for his appearance. He knew he probably needed a hair cut since his hair was starting to tickle his neck again, but other than that he didn’t really mess with his hair much. If he straightened it, the auburn tresses would probably brush his collarbone, but what was the point? He’d sweat or shower or whatever, and his hair would curl right back up to where it was most comfortable. Who was he to try and make his hair do something it didn’t want? This thought made him smile, as if his hair were a sentient being with feelings. This was what happened when he thought too much: He tended to get silly.
“Or we could just set up a coffee machine ourselves without their affirmation. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?” he purposed, but only with about half his normal seriousness. Sure he had no problem doing something like that himself, but most people he talked to, whenever he suggested doing anything that even bent the rules, they’d flip out and vehemently shoot his idea down. He’d gotten used to just not putting any real conviction in his suggestions anymore, and only brought things like that up for a laugh, since he knew no one would have the lack of morals enough to do something like that. Oh well. It wasn’t like he cared if they blew the idea off anyway, since he’d already expected it even before he mentioned it. He took another bite of pizza and kicked his feet around under the table, kind of wishing he were invisible. Kind of.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:49 pm
Joseph Douglas JonesIf I could be your superman, I'd fly you to the stars and back again.
'cause every time you touched my hand, You feel my powers running through your veins. Joe strolled out of his second period into the cafeteria. He definably didn’t want to stay at school, where was everyone? Well Nikky and L would probably be at school, right? Joe walked into the line and grabbed some pizza. He then made his way to his normal table and sat down. He looked around and was immediately shocked by the number of people sitting with Cory. Five. That was progress. Maybe he’d finally leave Kai alone. But wait, who was the last guy?
Adam was sitting with Cory. Whoa, that guy wasn’t thinking very clearly now was he? “Hey Adam, you should sit over here.” Joe called, since he wasn’t to far away. Then again, he could totally luck out and Adam decide to sit over with Cory, ewe. ‘I wonder where Kai is.’ Joe thought and brought out his phone to text her. ‘When you coming back in town yet? It’s noon, hurry up!’ Joe texted. Strangely his phone didn’t vibrate right away. Mitsukai always texted back in a moment’s time. Joe finished eating his food, kind of weirded out by the lack of his friends at his table. The table was surly empty without Mitsukai or Kyuubi. Obviously L and Nikky were running late. And where was Diana? Joe shook his head and continued playing with his phone. ‘Hey L, where are you sweetie pie?’ Joe flirted in his typical fashion.
 is fleeting, and don’t you ever forget.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:52 pm
Cadence Saline IvieCadence had begun to notice she was the only female at the table. Not that it mattered to her, she just thought it was odd. Anyways, she was content at beginning to eat her food, ignoring the coffee bit. Coffee smelled good, of course, but the taste was too bitter for her liking, even when loaded down with sugar and creamer, she could still taste the bitterness of the coffee bean. So, naturally she stuck with cokes and energy drinks for her caffeine needs, those, and chocolate when the occasion called for it. Cadence rested her elbow on the table and began to fumble with her hair that had fallen out of place. She was too lazy to put it back, so she let it bug and irritate her instead of taking her hair down to fix it. After all, it would be more of a hassle to fix it, considering the amount of hair she did have. On that thought, a familiar phrase hit her ears. "Ah, something wise old Brom, the dragon rider, used to say.." She said giving a small smile, referring to the 'Better to ask forgiveness than permission' statement. She knew it was said in the movie, the botched movie, but couldn't quite recall if it was said in the book. So, instead of racking her brain to find the answer, she continued eating as if nothing had happened. .
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:58 pm
  Nikky Celeste DarlingNikky had indeed created the Mitsukai clone and had it drive to said parking garage. The problem was that in order to do that, she had to concentrate completely, seeing through the clone's eyes. So, she sat in her room for the first two periods of the day, directing the clone to the parking garage as if she was the clone itself. It was something she rarely did, so it was difficult. There was her power practice for the day. As she had the clone Mitsukai lock the car doors, she heard the bell ring for lunch. Seeing as she was finished, she headed down to the cafeteria, starving because she had skipped breakfast and was worn out. She went through the line and got more than usual, then headed over to where Joe was sitting. "Hey, what did I miss in Advanced Power Control today?" She asked Joe as she sat down. She probably looked exhausted. .
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