Blanche Academy [Inactive]

Damien smiled. "I tend to have conversations with people, but you only get to hear what I say because I read their minds, I was messing with you and Tabitha a second ago."
 
"You...you were?" he stuttered, looking around awkwardly. "That's got to be nice. To-to be able to read minds as your power, I mean."
 
Damien shrugged. "You'd be surprised. Y'know how they say ignorance is bliss? That tends to be true."
 
Sydney peered out of the window of the taxi as the driver pulled up below the branches of a massive oak tree, in front of a colossal building that towered over the yellow vehicle. Astonished, she examined the structure, carefully scrutinizing each detail as she slowly opened the door of the taxi and stepped outside, a brown leather tote bag on her shoulder. Ignoring the pressure on her shoulder blade, she moved to the rear of the car, where she lifted the lid of the trunk after it had been unlatched by the driver. She quickly extracted two navy blue suitcases and fastened the lid of the trunk once more, then, with each hand on a handle of each suitcase, rolled the baggage to the front, where she found the tanned Hispanic taxi driver, surly and lackadaisical. He was dressed casually, almost too casually, and his hair seemed hardly brushed. It did not bring disgust to Sydney, however. She always attempted to view people from their perspective. Releasing the handles of her suitcases from her grip, she rummaged inside her tote bag for her purse, unsealing the zipper and fortunately finding the amount of payment required within sixty seconds. "Thanks," he said gruffly before promptly zooming off at a speed that was certainly above the limit here.


Swiveling, Sydney gazed up at the immense building before her, constructed with red bricks and cream designs. Under an enormous arch was the entrance to Blanche Academy, a glass door that seemed minuscule compared to the rest of it. The door led to a tremendous courtyard, brimming with flawless green grass that was interrupted only by concrete walkways. The courtyard was lined by buildings that resembled the same image she had seen from the exterior, ornately embellished with arched windows and doorways, pointed spires that towered over her and stretched into the sky. A man dressed in formal attire, a briefcase in his hand, strode dutifully across one of the pathways, then paused when he caught sight of Sydney. "Hello, miss. Are you a student for Blanche Academy?"


Flustered, Sydney stared at the man in return, always anxious around strangers. However, she would have to try to act as though she were outgoing, even if she truly were not. "Yes - yes, sir."


"My name is Mr. Burton, and I am one of the professors here. Welcome to Blanche Academy. You are . . ." His eyes traveled up, as if searching through his memory. "Sydney, correct? Ah, yes. Welcome, Sydney. You have been assigned the purple dorm, I believe. The dormitories are, ah, that way." The professor pivoted to face a beautiful section of the academy, entered through a large wooden door, and pointed the index finger of his free hand at the entrance.


"Oh. Thanks." It was her way of expressing genuine gratitude, though she could not bring herself to say more. She was uncertain of how to act in front of this man - lively and talkative or quiet and studious?


"I would help you with your baggage," Mr. Burton told her, "but I am a bit busy as of this moment. Dorms are on the second floor. I hope to see you when classes begin!" Fortunately not giving Sydney a chance to bid him farewell, he marched away as she rolled her luggage across the walkway and towards the elegant building before her.


Excitedly, Sydney thrust the gigantic wooden door ajar and made her way inside, finding herself in a capacious lobby with a polished floor and elevators with golden doors. She brought her belongings to one of the elevators and pressed the button with the arrow that pointed upwards, watching it glow with an orange hue. It was a few moments before the doors glided open, a dinging sound resonating from the elevator. She stepped inside the spacious compartment and allowed it to carry her and her baggage to the second floor, where she found herself in a hallway lined with several doors. The sound of voices vibrated from one of them in particular, and Sydney pursued the sound, finding the source at an entrance that led to a room with a few sofas, all in shades of violet. Occupying the luxurious chairs were three girls and two boys, all considerably kind-looking, laughing and talking with one another. Sydney peeked inside, anxious to get her luggage into her dorm room. "Oh . . . Um . . ." She hesitated, uncertain. These were people she did not know. She could feel the apprehension coursing through her, and she wanted to be able to talk to them comfortably, but it seemed as though her quietness would ruin what appeared to be a pleasant conversation. Perhaps she would roam the school instead.
 
Damien cocked his head at the new girl "Well hello, don't even think about roaming the school before you meet everyone. I'm sure you won't ruin the conversation." he grinned broadly. "Although Fridge is a little mean the rest of us are quite hospitable."
 
"Great, new girl, whatever your power is you best keep it to yourself. Mr. Braniac here will penalize you for it"
 
"I'm so not mean," Rebecca snapped, glaring at Damien. "He's a mind reader, by the way. Might not want to think certain things around him."
 
Damien grabbed a nearby pillow and covered his face. "It's not my fault, I can't exactly help it....... and don't throw another one. The phrase Don't even think about it takes a whole new meaning with me Fridge."
 
Damien pouts playfully and looks to the new girl. "See how mean she is to me?" he says in a mockingly sad tone. "She never says anything nice, and threatens me with her balls." He gives Rebecca a wide grin and sticks out his tongue.
 
Sydney glanced, somewhat overwhelmed, between each individual that introduced him or herself. She found the two that had not yet said their names - one with tousled dark hair and striking cerulean eyes, accompanied with the beginnings of a mustache and beard, and one with long, wavy platinum blonde hair that Sydney was slightly envious of as well as sky blue eyes much like her own - amusing and entertaining to watch banter. She guiltily felt rather intimidated by the dark-haired boy's ability, wondering how it was possible not to think about a certain topic - wouldn't one think about that precise subject during the process? Besides this, the people here seemed very kindhearted and considerate. Though her instinct was to leave at that very moment, this was her first impression on the small group of supernatural adolescents she would encounter here. She would rather seem outgoing. She might only have this opportunity to make a favorable impression. If not, then they would view her as an introvert from then on, and she was unlikely to be frequently conversed with. She observed that the dark-haired boy, now sticking out his tongue playfully, was capable of hearing her current dilemma in her head, and she promptly attempted to think of something else to cloud those thoughts, but came up with nothing. Realizing that this group of people expected a response from her, she spoke up, trying to amplify her voice, which was normally considerably reticent around individuals that she had not met previously. "I'm Sydney," she introduced herself, smiling bashfully as she stepped forward, her arm outstretched as her hand made contact with the other girl's, whose name was Tabitha. Her face was pretty, and her straight hair was a caramel brown. She could not say she appreciated being referred to as "new girl," but it was a petty matter and she forgot about it instantly. Her eyes diverted from the girl to another boy, one with rusty red hair and myriad freckles. The name "Tin," she thought, was a bizarre name, but it was unique. Individuality here, in an academy dedicated to kids who were different, was doubtlessly valued highly. "I'm sorry, I've never heard of your friend," Sydney told him solemnly as she loosely shook Tabitha's hand. The name "Rayla Colverman" was completely foreign in her memory.
 
Damien slipped his tongue back into his mouth and cocked his head towards Rayla. "Well it's nice to meet you Rayla, I'm Damien." He gave her a smile. "Listen, don't think about it too much." He said with a carefree voice. "Just don't piss off fridge over here, she's mean like I said." He gave Rayla a wide grin and chuckled to himself.
 
"Nice to meet you" she looks at Rebecca and Damien. "Could you two stop flirting for like 2 seconds." She smirks
 
"Of course. Who wouldn't go for a mind reader. Who needs privacy anyway" she says sarcastically
 
Damien let his smirk falter for a moment before restoring it. "It makes it easier on me that's for sure."
 
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