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[div class=role]move in day[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] September 1st For the first time since the previous June, the thick wrought iron gates at the bottom of the long path leading up to the academy were unlocked. September 1st always brought a new surge of energy to the once abandoned castle now repurposed into the Royal Intelligence Academy. The halls that had sat barren over the summer had been filled with busy bodies cleaning every surface to a glistening clean. Long blood red carpets were rolled back out, windows trimmed with gold polished to near transparency, wooden floors waxed to shine. Landscapers milled about in the yard, trimming the hedges and watering flowers that would no doubt end up burned down, trampled, and effectively destroyed by the end of the first week. Turrets hidden in the trees were topped off with ammunition, training blades sharpened, medical bay stocked. Old faces and new faces alike would soon make their way up the long, winding path through the dense wood that concealed most of the academy from view. The leaders, the top twelve finest students in the academy, had arrived late the night before and shown to their private rooms. The following morning, they were awoken early and allowed to meet with each other for the first time since their arrival. The twelve grew up together, faced trials together, faced tragedy and victory. Students began to arrive, one by one, and made their way up the long path to the academy. The House of Cards had anticipated that the school year to come would be one of the most eventful yet and they are never wrong in their anticipations about their handpicked students. In the coming weeks, students would be put to the test, raked through the coals, pushed to their limits. But for the time being, the students are simply moving in, catching up, meeting new friends. Welcome to the Academy. [/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=text] aurnia aurnia butterfly aubade butterfly aubade N nios _gallifrog_ _gallifrog_ TARDIS06 TARDIS06 fin fin Storme Storme AGreatPerhaps AGreatPerhaps enigma2 enigma2 Kent Kent Beeze Beeze ukiiyo ukiiyo Squad141 Squad141 FabulousTrash FabulousTrash rakshasa rakshasa N NotinthisUniverse [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=container] width: 450px; height: 630px; margin: auto; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=border] position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 630px; background: #f1f1f1; margin: 0 auto; border: 1px solid #221e1e; [/class] [class=name] position: relative; top: 20px; line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 27px Abril Fatface; color: #221e1e; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=role] display: inline-block; position: relative; top: 15px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 9px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); padding: 5px; color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=image] position: absolute; top: 90px; left: 0; height: 160px; width: 450px; background: var(--image); background-size: cover; background-position: center; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); [/class] [class=info] position: absolute; bottom: 0; left: 0; height: 30px; width: 440px; padding: 0px 5px; font: 11px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); color: #221e1e; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 28px; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=text] display: inline-block; padding-left: calc(100% + 5px); animation: {post_id}marquee var(--time) linear infinite; [/class] [class=textbox] position: absolute; left: 0; top: 250px; width: 433px; height: 316px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; line-height: 125%; padding: 17px 0px 17px 17px; [/class] [class=scroll] width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; text-align: justify; color: #333; [/class] [animation=marquee] [keyframe=0] transform: translate(0, 0); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: translate(-100%, 0); [/keyframe] [/animation] [/div]
 
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Willow Anderson
location | common room
mood | excited
interactions | open
mentions | alta, selene, bigby, kyle
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When Willow’s eyes fluttered open, it took her a few moments to realize where she was. The room was small, a window placed on the east wall and covered with sheer blue curtains though no sunlight seeped into the room. The walls were painted a dark red, far different from the gentle lavender her room was painted back home. And that’s when she heard the familiar ringing of the tower bell that awoke the students of the Royal Intelligence Academy every morning at 5am. At that exact moment, she knew exactly where she was.

Willow had arrived at the academy late the night before in a private car, as all the other leaders had. They were instructed to eat their dinner and sleep to prepare for the busy day ahead of them. The leaders had all known that their place in the academy’s ranks was going to be stressful and strict but never that strict. Willow had even contemplated sneaking out through her window to go see her friends, as she so often had the years before, but found guards heavily stationed around the school, making it nearly impossible not to get caught. And after all the fatigue from travel, the last thing Willow had wanted to do was get herself into trouble her first night as a leader.

With a few yawns and fighting back the urge to cuddle back down and go back to sleep, Willow finally pulled herself away from the warm embrace of her bed and dragged herself to her bathroom to prepare for the day. After a rather refreshing shower and a makeup session later, a knock rang at the door to her room. Breakfast had been delivered, hot and ready. Maybe getting up at the crack of dawn wasn't ideal but room service sure as hell beat eating in the mess hall.

After taking down her food and getting dressed, it was close to eight. Cars would be arriving soon with students eager to start another year. Willow grabbed her list of incoming students and room numbers and made her way to the common room that all the students shared, slumping down onto the couch. She hoped the others would be out soon. It had been a long summer without seeing those she cared so much about, like Alta and Selene who Willow considered her best friends and are also now leading the Spades together. Or Willow's boyfriend of two years Bigby, though their phone conversations that dragged long into the night had kept them pretty in the loop. Hell, she even missed Kyle, one of the Diamonds' leaders, and his kind smile and playful attitude.


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Aspen Zimmerman

Mood: Excited but Anxious
Interactions: Open
Mentions: Manon ( ukiiyo ukiiyo ), Willow ( geminiy geminiy )
Location: Common room
Aspen had taken a red eye flight from Toronto Pearson International Airport to reach Frankfurt as early as she could on the morning of September 1. She was excited and terrified at the same time. Having led a comfortable, suburban life till now, she was ready for the biggest adventure of her life. Three weeks ago, she had gotten that cryptic letter. Enclosed in the unassuming envelope was the acceptance to the academy and a one-way plane ticket to Frankfurt International Airport in Germany without any flight details. Obviously, she was skeptical and thought of the latter as some sort of prank or joke. Curiosity eventually got better of her and she searched the academy up, but nothing came up. She searched the flight information up with the confirmation number and the given password and boom, it was a real ticket. All her information was there, filled up. Her passport number, her driver's license numbers, the tiny little slither of doubt she had in the authenticity of the acceptance vanished.

Now for the actual hard part, she had to convince her parents to let her drop Ivy League for an acceptance from a cryptic spy academy. Being the person she was, Aspen just decided to not tell her parents and avoid any confrontation at all. For the rest of her time in Moose Jaw she was thinking of the academy. In the end, she just decided to wing it when the she was at Toronto Pearson International. Saying goodbye to her family, she boarded the plane from Regina to Toronto. She knew there was a chance that she might end up in a foreign country with nowhere or no one to turn to so she disassembled the M1911 her grandpa had gifted her when she was kid and stuffed it in different bags. At the International departures check-in desk, she threw Ivy League in the trash can to be either a spy or fresh meat. Her dad was going to be so disappointed in her, she sighed as she boarded the plane to Frankfurt

A long restless flight later, she was in Germany, she felt like she was fast-tracked through immigration but attributed it to just a more efficient system and though nothing more of it. She had specifically chosen something that would get her to the academy earlier than just about anyone. After getting through immigration, the first thing she did was downloaded a map of Germany on her phone, assembled her pistol, cocked it, and hid it under her flannel shirt. At 2:18 am she left the departure terminal, and immediately spotted a black Mercedes with heavily tinted windows with her name displayed in the rear window. She gathered all three of her bags and went over there. The trunk was opened as soon as she got close enough to the car. The rear door opened as soon as she was done putting her stuff in the trunk and they were off as soon as she had closed the door. She could not see the driver's face because of the partition between the rear and the front so instead she tried to follow where the car was going using the map she had downloaded. She was not getting any GPS signal in the car so following the car was hard. That and the general tiredness of the travel took its toll on her she fell asleep. Next thing she sees is they are entering wrought iron gates of what seems like an aristocrat's estate. She sighed a sigh of relief when she saw the insignia for the academy. Well, she wasn't dying today, hopefully.

It was 6:00 on her phone and she assumed it would give her enough time to settle down before people started to come in hoards. She took her stuff out of the trunk at the foyer and went in the doors. Entering the grand hall, she was in awe. She grabbed a paper map from a bin and went to the dorm allocations board. Her roommate was supposed to be a Manon Demore from France. She silently hoped Manon was a new student as well. "At least I speak French." She smiled at the board and went off to search for her dorm.

Finding her dorm was not that hard of a task. She unpacked her bags and arranged her stuff in the dresser/closet spaces next to one of the beds in her dorms. She hung her Paramore, Taylor Swift, and My Chemical Romance poster next to bed of what was supposed to be her bed and went off to shower. Coming out of the shower, she put on her signature flannel shirt, checked her hair for undyed roots, stuck the M1911 in the holster and looked out into the grounds of what was going to be her home for the foreseeable future. She felts guilty about what her parents would go through if they were to figure out what she did, but she pushed the thought out of her mind and went to the common room. Seeing it was close to 8, she left for the common room. There was Blonde girl coming from a different wing as well. At 8:02 am, on September 1, Aspen Zimmerman saw the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen in her entire life and immediately fell in love.
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↓ kyle weyer.
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location: common room
interactions: willow, aspen
mentions: alta
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Kyle was already awake when the bells from the academy tower rung. As usual, he grumbled about how annoying it was and why not just use alarms as a 'normal' person would. He woke up two hours earlier and was doing finishing touches on the room, setting up his equipment and computers. The room was already designed for his preferences, painted black and white with LED lights on the wall before he arrived. Of course, it took Kyle quite some time, bothering the academy management until they agreed to his requests. Kyle finally finished with the final adjustments and looked at his gaming/tech rig with pride. He immediately gave it a test and clicked on a 'technical' software named 'Resident Evil 3'. Yes, just a technical software that was recently released. He 'tested' it for an hour and a half until he was disturbed by a knock from his doors. He opened the doors and received his breakfast. Before the lady walked away, Kyle thanked her for saving him from being late which earned him a confused look from the lady.

Kyle rushed to prepare himself. After he ate and dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled in excitement. The thought of meeting his friends again and greeting new faces was pumping Kyle up. He was especially excited about meeting Alta. If you ask him how he was in the summer vacation, he would reply 'sick, suffering from a lack of Alta'. Kyle attempted to sneak out 3 times last night, he was just so excited and wanted to meet his friends in advance. Two times he tried to walk out of his room normally and the last one was when he sneaked out from his window. But Kyle was immediately caught as if the guards knew he would escape which they probably did. He tried to reason out by saying he was "gonna check on the tech equipment, see how it was after such a long time", "uncomfortable taking a shit in the room toilet", and "testing his stealth skills and the skills of the guards, just to make sure they didn't get rusty". Obviously, none of the reasons worked. After making sure he's entirely ready, he took a laptop to bring with him and made his way to the common room.

Kyle immediately smiled the moment he saw a familiar face in the room. It was Willow, one of the academy's famed beauty and one of Kyle's closest friends. "Willow!" Kyle called out and quickly moved to Willow to give her a big hug. "Oh, I missed you guys. My summer was relatively 'normal' without you guys. I was facing my computer every day. Although that's not too bad, I still missed you guys." After hugging Willow, Kyle noticed an unfamiliar face walk in. He opened his phone and checked the dossier for the new students and immediately found a match. "Hi there, Ms. Zimmerman." Kyle greeted with a big smile. "Welcome to the House of Cards."
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IMG_20200407_114100.jpgAisling Takashi (Ash)
House of Diamonds
Location: common room
Interactions: General greeting
Mentions: Willow ( geminiy geminiy ), Aspen ( AGreatPerhaps AGreatPerhaps ), Kyle ( Kent Kent )


Most students in the academy went home for the holidays, staying with their parents and/or guardians. But Aisling Takashi wasn't one of those students. She had no family to speak of so and so spent her summers differently. On the last school day when the rest of students climbed into the waiting cars, Ash took her motorbike and drove out the wrought iron gates. She spent her summer travelling across Europe, just another a student looking to experience what the continent had to offer. A few texts would be sent to those she considered friends, but more the most part, there was nothing from her. The Academy hadn't exactly been happy with that arrangement, but it was either this or keeping her in the Academy all summer. So they'd relented in light of her circumstances and thus Ash's summer travel tradition began. This year she'd taken herself along the Alps, starting in Switzerland, traveling across Austria and down into Italy.

And just like every other year, Ash returned to the Academy arriving exactly on the first day. The non descript black cars were making their way up the driveway, stopping in front of the grand entrance way to deliver their precious cargo- The brightest, fastest, strongest, most gifted teenagers that the world had to offer. Ash followed the cars up the luxuriously forested drive. She gunned the gas in order to cope with slope, bending her body lower over the bike to make the shape more streamlined. Reaching the Academy she peeled off to one side, parking the bike in the designated spot. There was no point locking it, almost everybody in the school could pick a bike lock.

Ash pulled off her helmet and strode towards the Academy, running a hand through her hair. The nineteen-year-old's hair was cut so short that it stood up almost vertically. Her face was narrow, as was her frame. Ash had distinctive high cheekbones, stud piercings in each ear and grey-blue eyes with the vaguest hint of some kind of Asian heritage. She was dressed simply- black motorbike jacket, grey trousers, thick soled boots and a dark t-shirt. Peeking out of the collar the top of a tattoo could be seen. It was one of many that adorned Ash's body.

Walking into the common room Ash tucked the helmet under her arm and was greeted by a set of familiar faces- Willow renowned the beauty of the academy, (but who was far from just a pretty face) and Kyle the computer genius (and now head of her House). Kyle was greeting a new student, female with hair undercut and dyed a vibrant shade. "Hey" she said. Neither of the two members were what Ash would consider close friends, but she had no bad blood with them.
 
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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] geminiy geminiy AGreatPerhaps AGreatPerhaps Kent Kent _gallifrog_ _gallifrog_ [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Percival 'Percy' Verenzai was more nervous than he had ever been in his life. Of course, a few months ago he was almost stabbed and subsequently murdered, but he would do that seven times over compared to what he was facing now: social anxiety. It wasn't big of course, but this wasn't just some new school (since he technically still had another school he still 'attending'). It was an academy for intelligence gathering and spycraft, something you'd only think really existed in movies of best-selling novels. But as Percy walked out of immigration and into the large front room of the airport, he noticed a few non-subtle black-tinted cars with black-tinted windows parked outside along the road in intervals. There were little signs next tot he bumpers of each one with names on them, including Percy's last name. Presuming this was his ride for very obvious reasons, he approached the car quickly, avoiding traffic. As he did, the trunk popped open, presumably to place his luggage in. Still a bit weary, he placed his one carry-on case in the back, keeping his backpack with him in case something (he wasn't entirely sure what this doom situation even was in his head) happened. Closing the trunk, the right back door unlocked, and he got in.

The ride to the Academy was enjoyable, at least. Percy's family had ever only gone to London once, the rest of their family trips consisting of New York or Boston, so the German landscapes and architecture were nice to watch as the black car he was in rushed past them. The black car itself was incredibly ominous. There was a barrier between the front seats and the back, like those of a taxi driver, but it was also completely tinted the same as the color of the car. The driver never spoke or turned his head, though Percy supposed it wouldn't be worth anything anyways. After all, this driver was probably just being paid to do this, he didn't need an interrogation on his first day. But these thoughts of faces and landscapes were soon swept away, when they reached the gates of the Academy. Percy was awestruck by its magnificence, the elegance of it yes, but the fact that it looked to be an actual artifact of the past itself, one of the many historical castles in Germany that he had always longed to see. He knew that the inside was most likely re-furbished greatly, but still, the exterior alone was satisfaction for him. As they drove into the grounds, he saw a few people trimming bushes and hedges along the sides, glancing at the cars but thinking nothing of them as they went about their work. Finally, the car pulled around in front of the dorms and stopped, allowing him to get out and get the only other bag he had. It was times like this he was glad his father taught him how to pack efficiently, and thus how to rig the system and always have his luggage close to him.

As he walked in, Percy still admired the grandeur of the place. It seem to have been cleaned only recently, making the colors in the halls bounce with freshness. He walked up to the board that posted itself as 'DORM ALLOCATIONS', and found his name. He'd be bunking one Tony Zucco, which didn't really get him to feel anything. After all, names are just names until you something to attach them to. Walking into what seemed to be some sort of meeting room, he found a few more people around his age, preferably the other students, though he didn't recognize any of them. There was a short-haired girl wearing a leather jacket, holding a bike helmet under her arm; a fair-skinned boy talking (maybe greeting?) a girl with incredibly orange/tangerine hair who looked mesmerized by something across the room. Turning, Percy saw the target of her gaze. There was another girl sitting on the couch, holding a list of sorts and looking at the few people that were actually in the room. Percy decided that this was where he was meant to be, and put his non-backpack bag on the ground, sliding the handle shut, and pondering what to do next. Should he try and talk to someone, or are they supposed to wait for someone to explain what's going on? After a while, he decide to not stand there like a bumbling idiot, so he put down his bag and walked over to the girl on the couch.

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bigby hemsworth

Bigby jolted up in his bed at the thunderous ringing of the school's bell towers. He had an urge to curse up at the ceiling, perhaps raise the finger, but in his years at the Royal Intelligence Academy, he'd learned that the morning bell was just something you ought to get used to-- especially after the summer. Bigby let out a soft sigh, finally gaining his bearings once the sound ceased. He shifted his feet off of his oak king's cot, and pushed the gold and black Versace sheets off of him. He grabbed his seeing glasses from the nightstand, ones that helped deal with his nearsightedness, and made way to his suitcase by the leg of the bed. There, he pulled out a plain t-shirt and some joggers, and finally made his way to the room door where he slipped on some runners, courtesy of the R.I.A. who seemed all too informed in Bigby's choice of fitness footwear. He'd incorporated a daily run into his fitness routine since his second year at the academy, something he used to wake him up every morning, and get the slight edge over his peers, even if most of them were unaware he even did it. Physically, he hoped to always be at his peak, he was competitive like that.

The halls and school exterior were often quiet, and unoccupied so early in the day, and so Bigby tended to use his run out of the school, and around it to reflect on the day before, or an important event nearing. He pondered the summer, one he'd spent in London, enrolled in an intern police force alongside his mother. Schooling at the Royal Academy had his perks, and though not public, his accolades and achievements were someway, somehow, transferred-- or more plausibly disguised as something else on his records. It didn't matter what it was, besides the fact that Bigby was grateful for the academy giving him an opportunity to work, and learn alongside his mother. He hardly spoke to her throughout the school year, and cherished every break he had to spend with family, friends, and his mother, especially with his father's passing. Bigby clenched his fists at the last thought.

As he came around the bend, making sure to keep to the trail in the forest closest to the school, his train of thought finally bounced to the even at hand. The first day of a new school year, and his new role as a leader of the House of Clubs, and member of the House of Aces. He smirked at the thought of himself, and two other of his childhood laddies commanding their own squadron of teen spies. Bigby had already went over some methods of discipline, and with the usual disposition of the House of Clubs being the rowdy group of strength and brawn, Bigby hoped to change that. He wanted to discipline the members young, and change the image already given to them. That the House of Clubs could be just as formal, and as serious as any other house. Not that they often said it out loud, anyways. As the combat house, near anybody in their group could kick ass-- and it seemed like they all shared a bad temperament too. You'd have to be out of your mind to call out a member of the House of Clubs.

His run was finally coming to an end, as Bigby stutter-stepped on each stair leading up into the academy. With a glance of his watch, he'd completed the morning run in just under thirty-five minutes, and with the large distance of the trail he'd used, he was rather proud of himself. Employees, and workers had began filing their way into the school, and even sweat-drenched and panting, Bigby made sure to acknowledge each and every one of them that made this all possible. He had a high respect for those in labour, and it'd built him a very good reputation amongst the workers over the years. "Go easy on the youngsters this year, BG. Remember when you were just a kid?" Bigby chuckled at one of the employees' comments whilst making his way down the long red rug and towards his room. "You know me all too well, lad. Why ask something of me when you know it won't come to fruition?" A smile of pearly-whites painted his face as laughter erupted behind him. Bigby was one of the fiercest competitors on campus, it didn't matter if you were 13, or 30, you were getting the same level competition every single time. Finally, he'd arrived at his dorm room, unlocked, just how he'd left it. He pushed the door open, and kicked off the sneakers, before heading into the shower and beginning to freshen up and meet the others in the foyer.

Having showered, Bigby returned to his breakfast dish on the coffee table. He could get used to this. After downing the exquisite morning meal, Bigby turned to the dormitory closet with a beaming smile. The academy had already stocked up on an assortment of suits, ties, and dress shoes. His eyes scanned through the closet like a child picking a sweet. The white, and black Emporio Armani suit was what caught his eye. He reached for the suit, and wore it onto his person. A small "bump" rose through the t-shirt from the crushed bullet hanging around his neck, but as soon as he did up his tie, it was unnoticeable once more. Bigby did his hair to his usual British comb-over, and readjusted his glasses over his face. He smiled at himself in his washroom mirror, and nodded at himself. Before leaving, he added a finishing touch of the 'Dior Homme' perfume, before making his way back into the living space of his room. One of the wardrobe drawers where his clothing were, didn't in fact hold any clothing. He pulled out the drawer, and inside it, an assortment of handguns, knives, and other crucial weapons were present. He wrapped his hand over his preferred handgun, and slid it into the shawl of his tuxedo, where a compartment for guns had been installed (spies, tell me about it). He hadn't a need for the other weapons as of now, and so pushed the drawer back and headed to the door.

With one final glance, Bigby took in the entirety of his room. The black and gold floral print of the walls, black carpet floors, with various hints of white and red, just how Bigby preferred it. He looked towards his mirror stand, where the image of a younger him, his mother, and father, all smiling was framed on the table stand. He clenched a fist at it, and turned outside of the room. Shutting the door behind himself.

Bigby strolled towards the common room, as the feelings all hit him now. Enemies or not, Bigby had missed the company of his spy mates, and was more than eager to see them all. He'd watched his friends rise through the ranks, and become leaders of their own houses. He was excited for all the adventures, and missions they'd all go on, and the thrill the life of a spy brought him. Thoughts of each of his closest comrades flashed through his head. Aria, one of his closest friends he hadn't seen all summer. Kyle, someone like a brother to him-- even though he'd never admit it. He missed Kyle picking fights with him, and he himself getting back at him with bad love advice. Or Eskarne, someone he saw as a competitor on the same level as him, one he highly respected both as a friend or ally. Even Ashton, who was definitely way too laid back for a spy. And last but not least, Willow, his girlfriend of two years. Someone he felt he could share anything with, someone he'd missed sneaking out with all summer. He reminisced those piercing blue eyes, and faint hue of pink she had every time he kissed her. Conversations didn't compare to seeing his darling in person, though they had been catching up the night before.

Coming into view of the common room, Bigby could make out old and new faces alike. His eyes flickered from the strawberry blond hair of Willow, Kyle who was already near her, and Aisling with her motorcycle helmet in hand. He then took in the two new figures, one man and one woman, and nodded at each of them in acknowledgement. He shot a feigned glare in Kyle's direction, before parting his lips into a wide grin. "Kyle, can't say I haven't missed'cha mate." He greeted, and extended a hand for a firm shake. He nodded in the direction of Aisling, a comrade he considered very respectable. Bigby then sent a smile in Willow's direction, and maneuvering around Percy's figure, took the seat beside her and planted a soft peck to her cheek. "Morning, darling." He whispered in her ear, before turning his sights up to Percy in front of him, bouncing over to Aspen from time to time. "Good day to you lot, and like my comrade here's stated, welcome to the House of Cards." He was smiling as he spoke, channeling his talkative persona. I'm Bigby, pleasure. To answer your question though, there's an awful lot of people still missing and on their way. Probably best to start conversing with what we've got now though-- answer any questions if either of you want?" Bigby took a glance in Aspen's direction, a welcoming smile to her, then set his sights back on Percy with a hand outstretched for a shake.


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Ari was excited to get back to school and that was an understatement. Life at home just seemed so slow compared to life at the academy. She came from a life that wasn't as exciting as some of her classmates (which was both positive and negative, she supposed). Summer had consisted of her usual activities. She was reunited with some of her favorite students that came for riding lessons. She had started to help Jasper and her father more with the running of the farm. She'd even gone into the city for a month or so to do a very short internship at the hospital, where she'd crashed in her cousin's apartment. That was really the only semi exciting thing that happened. Yeah, life wasn't something exciting enough to share stories with her friends.

So the idea of coming back to school was exciting. It was more fast paced and fun, and it made her feel like she really was on the right track in life. She knew that she wasn't looking at an easy career, but she wasn't one to give up when things got difficult.

Ari hadn't slept the night before, though that wasn't unusual for the girl. Instead, she'd been up and camped out in her bed, switching between books and notebooks she had scattered about. She was reading a book about some desert somewhere, copying down her grandmother's recipes into a newer and cleaner recipe book, working on her own story (a secret passion of hers - writing), and writing up a test for her cousin. The younger girl was teaching herself about genetics and wanted Ari to write up some tests and study guides for her to use next summer to practice her new knowledge. At some point in time, the words had become jumbled and she began to write on her cousin's test that two sticks of butter went into their grandmother's famous cookie recipe. She had decided that this was a good point to go to bed and cleaned up. As she rested under the covers and closed her eyes, she heard the bell awakening them all.

Great.

Climbing out of bed, Ari took a quick look in the mirror and got herself prepared for the day. She had to look good today. She'd be facing all of her old friends again, as well as being one of the faces to greet the new kids. Ari was a mess, and definitely a nerd, but the new kids didn't need to know that right away. She could at least look half as competent as the rest of the leaders. They were all competent, she supposed - herself included - or they wouldn't be in the positions they were in. However, just because they were competent didn't mean that they were all perfect little angels. Teenage drama and chaos didn't leave just because they had passed their 18th birthdays. Looking into the mirror once again, she got to work on braiding her hair and then left her room.

As much as Ari knew that she was supposed to be looking professional, she headed into the common room looking half asleep. Her eyes brightened, however, when she saw a couple familiar faces. "Willow! Kyle! Bigby!" She definitely considered Willow a friend and was glad to see her. Her feelings about Kyle weren't quite was strong, but Ari had nothing against the boy. She was just as excited to see him. Bigby was easily one of her best friends in the school. "How have you guys been?" Though she asked the question, she knew they'd have to keep catching up until later. Now was when everyone else would be arriving at school. Still, she kept an eye out for Locke as she moved to lean against a chair. The idea of seeing him again made her nervous, to say the least.

Her attention then turned to the other three in the room. She know one - Ash Takashi - but others were new. "I'm glad to see some new faces," she said, her eyes flicking towards the new kids. She remembered the excitement and nerves coursing through her body on her first day. It had been terrifying for her to step into this new world, but she hadn't regretted any moment. The good and the bad had shaped her into who she was today. Her time had been filled with ups and downs. She'd made friends and met people she would be happy to never see again. Each and every moment spent here was valuable, and she was excited for the new kids to experience what she had.
 
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Taylor walked out of immigration and into the airport, he never thought he'd end up in Germany, hell never even going to this academy. He couldn't believe this was his going to be his new reality. He walked up a few feet and noticed a few black cars with black tinted windows parked outside. There were little signs these people were holding up, he saw his first and last name and quickly walked up to one of the Mercedes. He noticed a few passengers getting on so he assumed they were going in the same direction as him. He stuffed his items into the back of the trunk and got in the back seat.

The drive over to the Academy was pleasant. He pressed the side of his head against the glass window, watching the scenery go by. Pondering immensely on how it'll be once inside. The driver pulled into the gated community, stopping abruptly for him to get out and to collect his things. He followed suit and watched the cars take off, leaving him be. He watched closely as those same people he saw in the airport walk into the building with ease, he simply followed since he had no where else to go. He kept his head down, slouching ever so slightly. He was taken back at how many students attended this academy. He assumed these were the selected few that got picked, though he didn't realized that it'd be this many people. Taylor swallowed, nervously fidgeting with end of his hoodie strings. Trying to calm his nerves down enough to appear normal in front of these strangers. He took a seat in on one of the couches and observed.

He noticed overall that the student body seemed to know each other quite a bit. They were probably close friends or acquaintances. He didn't want get involved, all he wanted to do was simply to find his dorm and unpack.
 
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Aaliyah rubbed the sleep her from eyes upon hearing her the driver tell her they had arrived at the one and only Royal Intelligence Academy. She, among a vast majority of the students at the academy, was returning from the short time she had spent back home. The only thing she could describe her visit to the city she had lived in for almost all her life was awkward. Upon her arrival back home she realized a lot more than she had expected had changed, and she herself had changed more than she realized. Most of her days were spent in her home with her mother, catching up and spending time together before she returned to the renowned Royal Intelligence Academy. She couldn't lie that she wasn't a little relieved when it was time to return, she would miss her mother dearly, but the tension between her and her once closest friends was unbearable. They believed she had turned too posh for them and one thing she wouldn't tolerate was their disrespect, so clearly her break didn't go as planned. She had kissed her mom goodbye before she joined her eight and a half hour flight from Chicago to Germany late last night, where she was met with a luxurious long black car once she touched down in the airport.

Her eyes were still heavy, screaming at her to return to sleep and she almost succumbed to her wishful thinking. Almost. After quietly thanking the driver for his services, she unloaded her things from the trunk of the car and commenced her walk up the stairs into the foyer. She smiled politely at the familiar faces of workers at the academy, ones she had grown accustomed to. After arriving here last year she was still wary, but with due time she grew open to the academy and the people within. Her eyes searched the bulletin board quickly, looking for the paper that would include her dorm room and her roommate. "Aha" she spoke out in triumph, seeing that her name was placed beside a Kalisha Francis-Tayler. A slight furrow founds it way in between her eyebrows, realizing she didn't even know who that was. This year would certainly hold surprises and clearly they've already started.

She decided against looking for everyone first and chose to find her dorm so she could place her belongings in the room. After successfully finding her dorm she chose a bed and put her belongings away. "Guess she's not here yet" she muttered under her breath after realizing the room was relatively empty other than the standard. Aaliyah stepped back out of her room, wandering to the common room where she was met with some familiar and new faces. She found Bigby there already, a small smile creeping on her face upon seeing her friend. She also recognized Willow who had helped her get situated at the academy last year and someone she considered a friend. Her eyes then landed on Ari, her friend from the house of hearts with the bubbly personality. The faces of Aisling, Alta and Kyle were familiar although she couldn't say she was close to them. She was met with three new faces though, a girl with red hair, a guy with blond hair and glasses, and another guy with a low cut. Plopping down on one of the empty couches, she let her small smile spread on her face as she spoke out, "Hey guys".

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[/div] [div class=role]house of clubs leader[/div] [div class=name]eskarne[/div] [div class=nameo]eskarne[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll] The sun had not risen from horizon and darkness still shrouded the vast evergreen landscape. At least, that was what Eskarne could tell as she stood in the doorway of her bathroom. The moisture from her morning shower escaped from its confides. She approached the window while rubbing a dry towel at her soaked hair. The line of black cars had yet to arrive. Luckily, Eskarne arrived the night before. Seeing the familiar black car waiting for her at the the front of her apartment was something Eskarne longed for the whole break. She felt rather lonesome and realized how uneventful her life was outside of the Academy. Being able to see her old comrades once again after two tortuous months was comforting.

Eskarne's thoughts waned and she proceeded to prepare for the day, which was bound to mark the beginning of new memories, faces, and challenges. A chill ran along Eskarne's spine- one of anticipation and also a wariness of what the year would behold. Once Eskarne was finished, she sat at the foot of her bed in her choice of clothes. Her eyes soaking in the room that she had claimed as her own. It was in need of redecorating as the color scheme was not up to par with her taste. Her boot-clad feet dug into the soft carpet and her hands stroked subconsciously at the bedding beneath her. Though her superiors order her and the others to get a good night's rest, Eskarne was left tossing and turning the entire night. She ended up unloading her luggage and organizing her room until it was time to get ready for the day. A neat pile of objects resided in the corner of the room. Those were to be thrown out as Eskarne couldn't find a use for them.

She made her way to the common room after eating the meal delivered to her room, and she discovered other presences had already occupied the space. There will be much more once the cars start to roll in. She remembered her superiors giving the leaders a list of the new students, along with a picture of their faces. Upon arriving, the common room sounded to be loud with activity but found that it was only her close comrade, Bigby's, voice. She appeared to have walked in during his introduction; a small shake of her head and smile brought itself on her face. He's already taken a liking of being a House Leader, and Eskarne had to admit. She was excited to lead with him and Ashton, whom she was waiting for and his twin brother. She noticed the new faces instantly as they mingled with the leaders who were already comfortable in their cushioned seats.

Eskarne had only contacted Bigby a few times throughout the summer but stopped to avoid being seen as a nuisance. The same went with the other leaders whom she had checked in on once or twice, but with their new roles, she will be conversating with them more often. A part of Eskarne looked forward to it. Eskarne spotted Kyle, who seemed as hyper as usual and with Alta in the group, Eskarne could only imagine what tricks he had up his sleeve.

Eskarne was mindful of how she approached the group and seeing as everyone was occupied with someone, she resorted to standing toward the back. She remained observant while tossing a nod and a small smile as her form of greeting if anyone looked her way. Her eyes wandering and ears alert. Eskarne captured this moment into her memory.

It was truly good to be back.

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[div class=title]Jax Crowley[/div] [div class=subtitle]Mood: Pissed | Location: Ash's Room | Mentions: N nios ukiiyo ukiiyo [/div] [div class=Jax][/div][div class=box1][div class=text1][div class=scroll] Jax sat perched up on the roof of his dorm building, killing time before he was required to step into his big boy leader pants and attempt to be a source of guidance to the newcomers. It wasn't that he was incapable of leading, just that he had a short temper and zero patience for bullshit and most people he met tended to test both. But he was determined to stand up to the challenge and mentor the crap outta those lil' fuckers so they don't mess up and accidentally kill somebody on a mission in the future. He took a long draw of his cigarette. In the very least there would be some familiar faces mixed into the crowd, and in the midst of those familiar faces were a handful of people he was genuinely going to be happy to see again - Eskarne and Cal being the main two.

He exhaled slowly and relished in the burn of the smoke as it exited his lungs and was swept away in the current of wind that whipped through his clothes and chilled his skin, the exhale turning into a groan as the morning bells signaled the official start of another year of school. Watching as the campus began to wake up from its slumber, Jax put his cigarette out on one of the roofs tiles and made his way back to his dorm window. He had politely ignored the grumblings of the guards under the profound fact that "A morning smoke is a part of my regimen." and if they had a problem with him doing it on the privacy of the roof then how would they like it if he caught the dorms on fire by doing it there? Needless to say, he owed the guard one and in response to his leniency Jax offered his services in return should the guard ever need any emergency medical treatment - which, at the Royal Intelligence Academy you never know quite when you'll need it but it's best to assume that you will.

Once back inside, Jax proceeded to finish his morning routine with a quick shower and the scarfing down of his breakfast which had arrived at his door much to his surprise. Maybe with this lil House of Aces perk, his brother will actually wake up on time. He smirked at the thought before cursing under his breath. Ash. Though the thought of a hot meal delivered to his door was an appealing thought to Jax, this was Ash he was talking about. Ash who was currently jetlagged and slept with headphones in and with a sleeping mask. Ash who nearly caused them to miss their flight from Israel to Germany because he took so long to fully get up and ready that Jax ended up packing both of their bags and wheeling his half asleep brother across the airport to their terminal in a Rent-A-Chair.

Rage boiled beneath the surface as Jax tugged on his black combat boots and marched down to his brothers room, his anger escalating at the sight of the untouched food cart still sitting outside the door. Pushing aside the cart, Jax pounded loudly on the door without a care for who he could be disturbing in the surrounding rooms. "Ashton Lee Crowley, get your lazy ass out of bed!"He growled, his voice bouncing off the walls of the hallway.



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[div class=title]Ashton Crowley[/div] [div class=subtitle2]Mood: Sleepy | Location: Common Room | Mentions: N/A[/div] [div class=box2][div class=text2][div class=scroll] "......Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore
Black hole sun
Won't you come......."

The soft crunings of Soundgarden filled Ash's dreams only to be interrupted by an all too familiar voice at his bedroom door.

".....get your ass out of bed!"

Jax's rage startled Ash into jostling one earbud out of his ear and successfully form a connection between his brother and the real world. His eyes fluttered briefly open to catch a glimpse of his ceiling before falling back closed, unwilling to be dragged out of his slumber. Ash further cocooned himself into his blankets, wrapping himself tighter than a Chipotle burrito in their warm embrace. The next time his eyes opened, it was to the sound of his door being picked and violently pushed open followed by angry footsteps and the cruel unwrapping of his blankets.

Ash's body ragdolled as his brother roughly tugged at his covers until Ash lay cold and mildly annoyed on the floor.

"Rude,"Ash yawned, stretching his entire body in a cat like manner. Which was fitting, since he did in fact resemble a cat who had been oh so crudely disrupted from their sleep with the indignant way he looked at his brother as he collected himself off the floor.

"Yeah and you're a slob who can barely make it to work on time. Get dressed." Jax replied, wading through the somehow already messy room til he found some pants that weren't shorts, sweatpants, or flannel. Ash was too tired to bother dodging the articles of clothes his brother was launching at his head and, to be frank, uninterested. The only thing on his mind at the moment was stuffing his face. The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted in from the door that was left ajar. Mmmm...food. His mouth started watering; Ash moved the clothes that were now draped over him like ornaments, and made his way barefoot out into the hallway.

In a drowsy daze, Ash grabbed what appeared to be a breakfast sandwich off the platter and proceeded towards the common room. He stumbled half asleep into the room, unashamed of his barefeet, blue flannel pjs and Fallout t-shirt, nor the fact that he was approximately 45 minutes late and just so happened to be one of the leaders of the House of Clubs. Appearances, reputation and status didn't mean much to Ash, in his opinion actions speak louder than words and as long as he did his part to the best of his ability it couldn't matter less how he looked while doing it. Or, as his father put it - even the most powerful person in the world looks bad taking a shit, so obviously appearances don't matter. Ash never quite got the expression, but it was enough excuse to wear whatever he felt most comfortable in.

"God damnit Ash, at least wear some fucking shoes!"Jax came jogging after his brother, a pair of worn black converse in one hand and a pair of mismatched socks in the other.



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LACHLAN 'LOCKE' BARCLAY
location | common room
mood | happy, nervous
interactions |kyle, ari, willow, alta, jax, ash, everyone else
mentions | n/a
tags | too many


If you were to ask Locke, sleeping in was the best thing in the world. Nothing topped the feeling of staying snug under the soft linens of a bed, flipping away from the persistent sunshine that burst through open windows. He hadn't gotten up before noon all summer, partially due to the fact that he was up until the wee hours of the morning studying, but mostly due to the fact that being at home and sleeping in a room that he shared with no one but himself and not answering to those damn bells was the best feeling he could imagine.

Well maybe not the best, but certainly up there in Locke's list of wonderful feelings.

So when those tower bells rung and alerted him of a beginning day, Locke did what he had done every day over the summer. He curled up, pulling a pillow over his head and the blankets up over his shoulders and went back to sleep. Why did the day have to begin so early in the morning, often before the sun had even risen itself? It was near torture and Locke knew a thing or two about torture. Maybe it was torture of the psychological type, designed to drive students absolutely crazy on their first day back, as a new leader no less.

Locke shot up in bed, coming to the sudden realization that he had a job to do. If he was going to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure who the wise cracker up in the headquarters of the House of Cards thought it was a good idea to put the Scot in charge of the entire House of Hearts along with two others. His intelligence was nearly unparalleled, excluding the other leaders of course, and he has physical skills that could have put him in the lower ranks of the Clubs. But something made Locke think that he wasn't ready to lead though he often found himself leading people naturally. He was viewed as a teacher and guide even before he was given the rank of leader but suddenly the title didn't feel deserved.

"Lachlan Barclay, wake." A robotic voice spoke out of a speaker somewhere in the room. Locke rolled his eyes at the voice, peering around the room for a camera but finding nothing. He made a mental reminder to get one of the Diamonds to search his room and get rid of all of the bugs that were no doubt planted in the room.

Locke began getting ready for the day, eating breakfast and showering before getting dressed and lazily making his way into the common room. He was excited to see his friends after a long summer apart but something felt off, like something had changed besides his role in the academy. That's when he saw her, as vibrant and beautiful as ever, perhaps more than when they left for the summer just a few months ago. She felt like a breath of fresh air, air that threatened to crush his lungs shut.

Perhaps sleeping in was near the top of his list of amazing feelings but kissing Ari was number one.

His mouth ran dry as if he had swallowed sand. Locke had done a thing, perhaps a shitty thing. Over the previous school year, Locke had begun developing feelings for his peer and fellow Hearts member. Of course he hadn't said anything, like the absolute chicken he was, as he was afraid of ruining such an amazing friendship. Saying something was far too scary but the plan that his mighty brain came up with was perhaps the most stupid thing ever. Just as they were leaving, Locke grabbed Ari and kissed her for a moment before saying a quick goodbye and leaving for the summer.

Any messages or calls between the two were hollow on Locke's end. Ari was the first girl that he really cared about, really felt deeply about. She wasn't like the girls he had flirted with or even had short flings with. Ari challenged him, proved him wrong, kept him on his toes. He felt out of breath trying to keep up with the powerful girl who could likely knock Locke's 6'4" frame to the ground in a second. His logic behind his absolutely mastermind plan was that if he kissed her and then had a few months away then when they returned his feelings towards her would magically be wrong.

(Seriously, who trusted this guy with actual lives when he couldn't even figure out how to deal with his own brain?)

Locke pushed away the anxiety that had begun bubbling up and forced that charming smile back onto his face. What was the next ingenious step in his absolutely brilliant plan, you ask? Well, Locke was simply going to pretend that it never happened. Locke made his way into the common room and made his way over to the group of leaders.

"Kyle, hey little buddy! Hope summer wasn't too bad for ya?" Locke asked, ruffling the shorter boy's hair. "Ashton... Wait no, Jax? Look, I don't know which one you are but you put on some muscle over the summer, excellent work." Of course he knew which twin he was talking to, he was talking to Ashton, it was just too much fun to pretend that he didn't know. "Willow, Alta, how are the ladies of the Spades? Looking as gorgeous as ever." Locke continued with a playful wink.

And then he turned to Ari, his smile faltering for a moment. "And there's little Ari, the wonderful Queen of Hearts. I hope your summer was well." He said though he felt guilty about his words. He would have known how her summer had been if he had only picked up more of her calls.

Locke turned to the slowly growing crowd of new students and gave a quick wave. "Hello, I'm Locke and I'm a leader in the House of Hearts along with Jax and Ari. If you're one of us, welcome to the team."


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IVY

antonio zucco

Antonio's summer break was downright terrible. Having returned to his family's mediocre (quite successful actually, Tony just had a distaste for their trade) Italian pub, he was forced to work there! He worked for a lowly minimum wage he'd never actually use, nor need, and the grueling summer had only made him miss the Royal Intelligence Academy all the more. Though he'd only been a rookie the year before, and never actually got much recognition from the older students, Tony missed the epic pranks he always pulled. He even recalled the time he'd installed a dispenser of neon foam onto one of his former house leaders, and the foam had taken weeks to come out. He'd never been caught, nor made aware that anyone knew it was him. Over the break, through hard shifts of washing dishes and making spaghetti, Tony pondered whatever new pranks he'd pull this year, and even figured he'd begin pranking house leaders outside of his own, house of hearts. The thought had always armed his heart.

Just like the school year prior, Antonio's flight to Germany was always a big deal for his family. Parents, siblings, their children, cousins, neighbours all seemed to be present as they waved off Antonio in the Toronto Pearson Airport. Tony just had his head in his palms, groaning in embarrassment as 20 or so people wept at his parting. He'd already taken pictures at home to celebrate another school year, and his family had even applauded him for lasting more than three months at a secondary school-- private, and elite nonetheless. He often got kicked out from schools, much due to his intelligence and big mouth, but at the R.I.A., damn near everybody was intelligence-- or just had a big mouth. It was a place where he missed, a place where he belonged, though if you asked Tony about it he'd probably just give you the finger. He hated being sappy.

With one final wave to his family and friends, a fake tear dripping down his cheek for effect, Tony turned on his heels and made his way to luggage claim, and then joined the line into the airplane. It was a 7 hour flight, give or take, one in which Tony spent his time watching Bill Nye episodes, and some Stephen Hawkins theories. Those were his legends. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep mid-way through Hawkins' seminar about the end of the world, and watching something like that, paired with having the body of a ten year old and flying alone on a 7 hour flight seemed to make the attendant that woke him up uneasy. Tony just shot her a cheshire grin, and turned off the monitor, before picking up his black briefcase he'd chosen as his carry-on item, and walked off the plane like a champ. He entered Frankfurt airport, where he got his other luggage and documents, before awaiting the usual R.I.A. sanctioned chauffeur.

With less than a minute of wait, a tall man in an all-black tuxedo, dark-tinted glasses, dark gloves, and a sign that read, 'Welcome home, Ivy,' stood with an expressionless face, in spite of the green balloons that filled his other hands. His parents had put in a request to make his welcome as... well, welcoming as possible. Tony rolled his eyes, and approached the chauffeur. He propped up his rolling suitcase, and used his free hand to knock away the balloons, allowing them to rise up to the ceiling. "Keep the sign if you want, but those balloons are stupid and I'm not rolling this around by myself." He demanded. It was an awfully hilarious site, for someone with his short stature talking so boldly. Still, the chauffeur grabbed the handle of Tony's rolling suitcase without hesitation, and Antonio followed behind, his own briefcase in hand, which made him look all the more presidential. He entered the sleek, black car, and rested his briefcase to the side of him, eyes on the road as the chauffeur drove.

"Thanks, buddy." Tony winked into the mirror in the car's front as they pulled up to the school. He pushed the door to the side open, and turned around to the boot to get his even larger suitcase, and then scaled the Royal Academy's fancy, and dare I say, "way too long" stairs. He was directed towards the common room, where he immediately took in all the students' figures, old and new. "Jesus, you've all grown." Tony said as he walked in, and made his way to standing beside Eskarne. On his way around, he tapped one of her shoulders, and then stood at the opposite side he'd tapped, an old but golden trick to start the school year.

Honestly, Tony hadn't thought much about what his leaders would be like, or how his friends would change or not. He just had a longing to see them all again, and at the sight of them was honestly... disappointed. He hoped he was just being quick to judge, though.

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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] geminiy geminiy fin fin [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Percy watched as the room slowly filled up with other students, some who looked like they were seeing old friends, some, old enemies. There were surprisingly few that looked like they weren't knowledgeable about the people around, making Percy even more hesitant to ask any questions. For all he knew, he might not even be in the right building. He was quickly snapped out of his stupor, however, by a voice next to his ear. Snapping back to reality, he realized that he was still next to that girl on the couch, having asked her a question from earlier. Quickly realizing she hadn't been the one to answer him, he looked up, and was fairly surprised by what he was looking at. Next to the blonde girl sat a figure that could only be described as having jumped off of a silver screen himself. A man, close to Percy's age to guess (though, he thought on it now, he was sure everyone else in the room was as well), sat before him, with suave hair, incredibly tasteful (and clean!) glasses, and one hell of a suit. The shock was only momentary, of course. Percy had been in enough situations to shock someone for a few years at least, and he quickly recovered, gripping the made-up man his hand and shaking it firmly.

"The pleasures all mine," he said, giving him a small smile. "My names Percival."

Courtesy was one thing that Percy had planned for this school, and he was lucky his parents had taught him well enough for most situations.

"And I do have a few questions, many, even. But I don't really think most can be answered, or are even allowed to be."

Percy folded his arms and looked around, watching the mass of the student body merge and extract from itself, people talking and greeting and moving about the room.

"I suppose I should start with the most obvious ones first: Asking your names, both of you, and asking what exactly the curriculum's like."

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Hyonjun Tokko - House of Diamonds Leader
Location -
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Mentions - geminiy geminiy Kent Kent _gallifrog_ _gallifrog_

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One thing that has always been consistent about Tokko was his inconsistent sleep schedule.

It was 4 in the morning and Tokko was already awake. He was at his desk, the lamp turned on and pointed down as he was somewhat hunched over. On the desk was a quadcopter, but in pieces. At the current moment, Tokko was just tinkering with it. To his right was a small toolbox with specialized electronics tools like small screwdrivers and wire cutters and tweezers. There was also a soldering iron, off at the moment. On his left was his keyboard for his computer, wireless thankfully. The monitor had been pushed to the side as well to give Tokko more room. He had headphones as well, listening to quiet lofi music while he worked.

An hour went by and the bell of the academy rang, signalling the start of the day. Though he heard it, Tokko didnt pay any attention. All his attention was focused on the work he was doing. His eyes moved back and forth from the drone to his computer screen, which showed a programming terminal at the moment. He was reprogramming parts of the drone to allow for more functionality, testing a theory for infinite control range using surrounding networks.

Another hour and a half went by before Tokko heard the knock his door, breaking his concentration. He got up from his chair, placing his headphones down on the hook attached to the side of his monitor and popped his head outside into the hall. There was no one there, but his breakfast had been delivered. Tokko brought it in, moving his keyboard to the bed to make room. He began eating while also staring at his code intently.

Wait a minute...

A few more moments and suddenly, Tokko put his food down, going over to the bed and grabbed his keyboard, setting it down on his lap. He started typing out lines of code quickly, his eyes never leaving the screen. In that short time, he came up with an idea on how to make his theory a reality. He kept typing, and typing, and typing, and typing...

It was now 8 in the morning. Tokko's breakfast was still there, now getting cold. He was still typing away, his eyebrows furrowing every now and then. He pressed a few more eyes, watching the code compile and run. No errors showed up, so all he had to see is if the drone would work. He downloaded the code to the drone, grabbing his phone and opened up the controller app. The drone started up and began hovering in the air. However, Tokko's phone couldnt find the drones wireless signal. Tokko signed, turning the drone off and sat back down at his computer, scrolling through the code. There was something wrong, but the compiler didnt catch it, so he would have to find the error himself.

It was now 8:15 in the morning. Tokko's breakfast was still left unfinished and he was still starting at his code, scrolling line by line. His phone went off, the screen coming to life as a notification popped up. He glanced down to see what it was, but his eyes were drawn to the time. And thats when the panic settled in.

"Dammit, fuck!"

Tokko quickly got up from his desk, got into the bathroom and ran a quick shower. When he walked back into his room, he glanced at his breakfast, sighed and left it. He would just finish it later today. Tokko quickly got dressed in plain black jeans and a grey t-shirt. He shut off his desktop computer, but not before transferring the code over to his laptop. He packed up his tools, throwing the kit into his single-strap backpack as well as his laptop. Tokko took a quick glance at himself in the mirror, sighing. Normally, looks were the least of his concerns, but he wanted to look, at the very least, decent. Tokko grabbed his phone, pocketing it and also his watch, securing it to his wrist. He shouldered his bag, putting his head and arm through as the strap rested on his left shoulder, going across his chest. He threw on his black and white Vans, lacing them up and left his room, making his way to the common area.

When he arrived, there was already a large gathering. He saw familiar faces, such as Willow and Bigby. The leaders were the easiest to pick out since he saw them last night, as well as knowing them from the past few years. Kyle was also there, one of the other leaders of the House of Diamonds. Tokko's eyes looked around some more, seeing if he could pick out others he recognized. There was another he recognized, Aisling. She and Tokko had worked together in previous years on various projects, so he got to know her well.

Tokko made himself known, stepping close to the mass group and gave a small wave, a slight smile accompanying the gesture.

"Morning everyone. Sorry I'm late."

Tokko glanced over to Kyle, giving him a nod of acknowledgement, then did the same to Ash. Tokko looked around, finding a spot on another couch that was across the one Willow was sitting on and claimed it, setting his bag next to him.
 
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[div class=title]Jax Crowley[/div] [div class=subtitle]Mood: Relieved | Location: Common Room | Interactions: N nios [/div] [div class=Jax][/div][div class=box1][div class=text1][div class=scroll] A violent image of him wrapping the frayed shoe laces of Ash's converses around the neck of their owner lingered in Jax's mind but he shook the thought and settled for chucking the shoes at Ash's head, royally annoyed that he seemed to care more about Ash's appearance than Ash did and even more ticked off at the fact that Ash still managed to catch the shoes with sandwich dangling precariously out of his mouth. Heaving a sigh, Jax decided to block his brother from his mind and instead face his surrounding. In the room were alot of familiar faces, most of them people Jax had no interest in approaching even if it was only for appearances. He wanted to avoid the Academy's hottest couple, Willow and Bigby, like the plague. The two lovebugs were the epitome of spydom - charismatic, intelligent and way too "neat" for Jax's taste. Granted, most of his animosity was aimed towards Bigby, who's very existence just seemed to rub Jax the wrong way; he despised how put together the other man was and Jax longed for the day that something cracked that confident composure of his and mussed his carefully styled hair. Of course, Jax never voiced his opinions of the house of clubs leader (other than to Ash); outside of Jax's internal dislike of Bigby, the two never really interacted so it wasn't like Bigby did anything to warrant his hatred and if Jax publicly affronted the man it would only make Jax out to be as spiteful which is a label he refused to attach to himself.

His gaze slid from the couple over to Alta, another force of nature he preferred not to get caught up in, to Locke & Aria, another couple who's relationship earned an eyeroll but comraderyiewas welcomed & accepted. There were a few new faces that he vaguely matched to the names associated on the list he had been given the night prior, he wasn't interested in making introductions just yet. Jax visibly cringed when Tony entered into the room, already sensing the endless waves of migraines the kid was gonna give him this year; he quickly evaded eye contact and continued to scan the room until his eyes fell on the one person that didn't make him want to reconsider his occupation: Eskarne. For the first time since he arrived back at the academy Jax's face actually form something close to a smile, he made his way over to where she was in the back of the room, chuckling internally at how well she played the observant wallflower.

"Well, I must say I'm certainly glad to see you've not changed over the break."He said, leaning casually on the wall next to her. "Though my morning routine was definitely missing something without your pour-over coffee." Jax smirked and ran a hand through his hair, undoubtedly causing his wild curls to standup and odd angles. He fought the urge to ask her why she didn't stop by that morning or why she didn't keep in that well of contact with him over the summer; she didn't owe him a response and it bothered him how clingy and mushy the questions would sound coming out of his mouth (yes, on this rare occasion Jax cares about what he says).



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Lights. So many lights. Reds, greens, blues, all of which danced around the complex. The dark warehouse was shaking with a thunderous beat, it’s broken windows vibrating with an intense elation at the scene within.

A strained and melancholic smile found its way onto a boy as he looked on at the sea of people as they moved with the beat of the remixed song, waves of heads making themselves known with each jump. The young man was leaning against a black railing made up of rusted pipes, red sunglasses were low on his nose and nearly fell into the plastic cup he held whenever he sipped at the amber liquid.

β€œYou sure about this, Miggy?”

Cutting through the roar of the mingling crowd and deafening music like butter was a low voice emanating from the man next to Miguel; under his grey polo was dark skin and muscles made of brick that twitched with even the smallest of movements. The man had onyx eyes that stared at the boy, a hint of concern would reflect in the irises whenever one of the many lights would glance over them.

β€œNot really.”

Tilting his head down, a small laugh reverberated through Miguel’s chest before he took another sip of his drink; the other man followed with his own cup.

β€œBut I’ll make it work. Who knows, maybe I’ll even be able to pass up you after this; physically I mean.”

It was the other man’s turn to laugh, a booming noise emerging from his mouth before quickly dispersing below them. Behind them, amongst the black cement walls, scattered plastic tables, and a creaky wooden staircase that led to the main floor, a man with fuzz for facial hair walked up to them; announcing his presence with a greeting just loud enough to make it over the noise below.

Hanging his head slightly, before giving a knowing glance to Miguel, the large man gave a nod to the new arrival before waving off the boy. It was a business matter, one that was above what Miguel could listen to.

β€œDon’t worry, I’ll be back by summer; and give the boss my regards, will you?”

A nod was given by the man as Miguel called out, the boy’s feet already making their way down the stairs. Numerous dropped cups and trash littered the cement floor as he inwardly grimaced, cursing himself for not being able to stay and listen to the chat. Making his way towards the exit after throwing his now empty cup into an overflowing trash can, he tried not to glance at the handful of pairs engaging in acts that would’ve made his mother faint; most of which involved a powdery substance being mingled between the individuals.

The solid metal door softly creaked open under the glow of the red exit sign as the boy slipped out into the much quieter street. A slight chill crawled up Miguel’s back, forcing him to pull his black jacket closer that it already was. Cracked street lamps cast their yellow glow onto the sidewalk before him as he traversed the cement jungle, avoiding specific alleyways and crosswalk corners that were known for their mugging intentions. Eventually the boy found himself standing at the side a single intersection, looking out not at the cars currently passing through, nor the buildings that their headlights reaveald, but at the memory of him driving through here; or to be more accurate, at the empty asphalt where the green van landed.

β€œAloha nui wau iā Κ»oe.”

***

The plane left in three hours, and Miguel was still in his apartment flipping through which books to bring. Toppling over the many stacks that lined the single beige room who’s walls were filled with pictures and previous tenant’s stains, he was stuck on his last two and only had room for one; either Charles Dicken’s A Tale of Two Cities, or Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner. Eventually he gave up and took both, leaving behind a pair of white socks on the green carpet. In total he had a single raggedy backpack, one small suitcase to store his belongings, and a strong wish that there were washing machines at the school.

Two hours until the plane left.

Triple locking his door after making sure there was nothing incriminating left inside, the moldy and splotch filled blue walls of the apartment complex rushed passed his view as he ran, his suitcase skipping along the floor and backpack bouncing off his shoulder blades. The boy gave a quick wave to the desk attendant as he sped past, his long hair flopping about his face in the process. The airport was about seventeen blocks away; his grey shirt was stuck to his form with sweat by the time he made it to the air conditioned entrance.

The cold blue walls and shiny tiled floor were eerily impersonal to the boy, the people he was running past were quiet and glared at him, as if he wasn’t allowed to be jogging indoors when it was dark out. The TSA gave him a hassle for his items, namely the taser, knife, and small bottle of shampoo, but he was able to convince the old man organizing the joint to let him through.

The plane ride was thirteen and a half hours of nervous adrenaline pumping through Miguel, his teeth were nearly becoming chipped by the end of it. He made the mistake of following a friend’s advice of passing out during the trip with a drink or two, yet now he was simultaneously wired and hungover. Neither his mind nor body knew how to react to his current predicament; and going through customs didn’t help even in the slightest.

The bright sun shone through the wide and prismatic windows of the airport as phrases of a strange and alien tongue echoed their way into his ears in a cacophony of white noise. After wandering for what felt like ages in the international airport, the glass exit doors were made known to him by one of the rare English speakers who talked to him, along with the closest locations of bathrooms, drinking fountains, and a McDonalds. Pushing on the slightly weathered silver bar with his backpack, a small brown bag with a yellow β€˜m’ in one hand and his suitcase in the other, he opened the door to the wide cement surroundings. Waves of heat immediately blasted the back of Miguel’s head, whipping his dark hair about in brash manner.

Amongst the few groups of people and handful of cars was a single black vehicle, it’s shiny exterior soaking up the sun as it idled next to the curb. Alone stood a stoic man, wearing a dark and pressed suit, on the sidewalk in front of the car’s driver-side door. The man held a thin white sign that had two words imprinted in inky black embossed letters: β€œMiguel Kai”.

The tinted windows provided extra shielding to the boy’s eyes that were already strained behind his red sunglasses, the muffled munching of teeth on food spread through the isolated cabin as he ate the breakfast sandwich that he held; the front of the car was divided via a glass pane, and Miguel could hear the faintest sounds of a Fergie song making its way through the separator. Next to him, his backpack slid around the grey leather seats with each sharp turn, as did his suitcase while it clunked around in the sealed trunk. While really only paying attention to the food before him as he savored it, he faintly noticed when the red brick buildings were replaced with trees and other various flora.

The vehicle halted harshly as the music from the front quieted; the black car pulled in front of a sparkling iron gate, its bars were attached to hinges and a towering fence of equal measure. As he stuffed the wrapper and brown bag into his backpack the automobile lurched forward again and began it’s bumpy climb up the winding road that spiraled about the largest hill Miguel’s ever seen. Soon he saw the school, though it was much more a castle than anything. It’s stone towers reached heights he couldn’t even angle his head to see, and the road simply kept revealing more of the complex for him to gawk at. Once again stopping a bit too quickly on the breaks, the trunk was popped and flung open with an unhooked mechanical latch as the vehicle idled. The doors unlocked with a thunk right before he undid his seatbelt and pulled on the chrome handle to open the door.

An interesting smell wafted up into his nose, not one of the haggard city he lived in, nor the dusty air that briefly met him when he exited from the airport, but rather something of an earthy tinge and with a dash of pine. However there was one other scent that was quite pleasant to the boy, it was something he could only describe as the lack of extreme poverty, also known as the absence of latent urine in the air; his description could go either way.

He tried to get a word out of the driver as his suitcase flopped it’s wheels onto the ground, but was met with cold silence before the vehicle sped off; leaving Miguel with pursed lips as he walked up the front steps, his case jumping up and down in intervals directly related to the impact with each concrete step.

The large wooden doors took a bit of effort to open, yet he soon was wandering the winding hallways of the academy; his light footsteps muted even further by the soft red rugs that had been laid out on the almost completely reflective wooden floor.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed as he simply explored before quickly being told off by the dark clothed security guards and found himself walking into the common room with his belongings in tow. There was a decent bit of chatter that had floated into Miguel’s ears, however jumbled it was at first. He gazed out at the people with his hard brown eyes for a brief moment before quietly taking a seat by the far wall; the idea of a new social environment had finally hit him, and he acknowledged his extreme lack of information. So as he glanced about the room, he simply observed the interactions happening before him.

It was time to learn.
 
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[/div] [div class=role]house of clubs[/div] [div class=name]eskarne[/div] [div class=nameo]eskarne[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll] [div class=dialogue] "Jesus, you've all grown."[/div] A slick voice joined, and it was one Eskarne knew more than ever.

Before Eskarne had the chance, a sudden tap of her shoulder stole her attention. She was a bit gullible, which she hated to admit. Eskarne looked over to see who it was but found the spot vacant. Another tap presented itself on her opposite shoulder and Eskarne rolled her eyes. She blew through her nose, lips sucked in. The year had barely begun and she had already fallen into one of Tony's tricks. Eskarne twisted around, her hands fished out of her short pockets.

She expected to look down at the youngster and twist her arm around his neck in a headlock but was left with shock written over her face. She was quick to recover by poking his forehead with her pointer and middle finger.

[div class=dialogue]"Sarcasm or not, have you seen yourself?"[/div]

As Eskarne spoke, she assessed Tony briefly. Tony was shorter when they first met, or at least they stood roughly the same height. Now, the kid had surpassed Eskarne by a mere inch or two, and although Eskarne was content from seeing him, she dreaded the new ways he could tease her for her short height. Not to mention, she didn't know what new tricks the mischievous boy had up his sleeves. The school term's future was foggy as Eskarne learned quickly that Tony was not to be underestimated. She knew the moment Tony stepped onto Academy grounds she would have to watch her back more carefully. Eskarne was not off to a good start as she had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

Antonio Zucco with one point; Eskarne Yeager with zero...

[div class=dialogue]"You look a little out of breath... Did the stairs get to you, Tony?"[/div] Eskarne spoke smugly. [div class=dialogue]"I guess I know what my first act as your training instructor will be-"[/div] She leaned her back against the wall and folded her arms across her chest. She fell into silence, not finishing her sentence as a means to leave Tony open-ended. She ended up allowing him to stick beside her. As the two watched the crowd, her head panned to Jax at his arrival and then to Ash who followed after him. Eskarne's eyes narrowed at the mismatched socks that peeked beneath his pants. She brought her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose and decided against going after him. Her message to dress appropriately clearing flew one ear and out the other with Ash. A part of Eskarne knew that she should not have gotten her hopes up, as the guy rarely dressed up to any occasion unless it was to bed.

A soft laugh escaped her in response to Jax's comment. [div class=dialogue]"Ha... One of us has to stay the same- you know crowds aren't my thing,"[/div] she responded, referring to the two other House of Clubs leaders. [div class=dialogue]"...and I apologize for that. I wasn't expecting the Academy to deliver a fucking meal to our doors this morning, and I lost track of time."[/div]

Eskarne laid her gaze on him, fully taking him in for the first time. She felt guilty of breaking their ritual of morning coffee. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't. The distress she endured throughout the night made it difficult for her and she couldn't prepare herself in time to be able to meet with Jax in the morning. Though, Eskarne couldn't bring herself to be upfront and tell him that. [div class=dialogue]"I'd suggest we sneak off to get some, but somebody might give me an earful..."[/div] Eskarne eyed the couple sitting on the sofa before offering Jax a smile that rested gently on her lips. [div class=dialogue]"...or we could settle for tomorrow,"[/div] she added with promise.

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[div class=title]Jax Crowley[/div] [div class=subtitle]Mood: Nostalgic| Location: Common Room | Interactions: N nios fin fin [/div] [div class=Jax][/div][div class=box1][div class=text1][div class=scroll] His eyes softened at her response, suddenly all of his unspoken questions were made obsolete with just one glance. They always had this sort of unspoken bond that allowed the two to somehow read each other between the lines. "Or, we could start a new tradition this year now that we're both leaders. How about we meet for a nightcap of your choosing at the end of the day to unwind? Still keeping our morning coffee of course,"He suggested. Jax had a feeling this year was going to be a doozy and was welcoming any form of solace he could before shit officially hit the fan.

He took notice of Tony, who had somehow attached himself to Eskarnes shadow without him noticing (or Jax had unconsciously blocked him from his radar until now). He mentally envisioned all the twisted and occasionally irritatingly simplistic tricks and pranks that somehow still work on a bunch of spies-in-training (if Jax wasn't normally the victim of his jokes, he would think the kid a pure genius); a visible shudder traveled through his body.

"Especially since we have this little mad scientist roaming around here thinking of ways to make our lives miserable, we need as many breaks as we can get."Jax added on, offering Tony a rare seen lopsided grin that was normally only reserved for close friends, small children, animals and occasionally his house mates when they've made him proud. As much as he hated to admit it, he did miss Tony's shenanigans and his evil grin that deep down slightly unnerves Jax (if the kid ever became a serial killer the world would be fucked). Jax was glad to have him as a member of the house of hearts and even though he'd never admit it to the other boy, he could see how much he's grown as a spy and person since he'd come to the Academy and his progress made Jax's heart swell with pride. He might not like people, but he can't help but be happy when they are bettering themselves and fulfilling their potential.



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Jaime Cruz

Jaime wasn't sure when his life had taken such a turn. His brother was in jail. His grandparents feared that he would follow in his footsteps. He was adopted by some strange uncle he had never heard of that turned out to be a spy. And now he was gonna go to spy school. It was completely 100% crazy, and he was almost certain that this was all a Dream.

As the car pulled up to the school, Jaime stuffed Gatito back into his bag. He was pretty sure that the worst thing to do on your first day of spy school was show off your ragged stuffed cat. If he thought the boys back in elementary school had been bad, partially trained spies would be a whole lot worse.

He stepped out of the vehicle with his bag in tow and followed the couple students he saw wandering around until they reached a common room type area. The building was nice and Jaime felt almost out of place.

Even after Joaquin had taken him in, Jaime still felt out of place. He longed for the small house shared by his loving family sometimes. Joaquin was nice... but it felt weird to move in with someone that you didn't meet until you were a teenager. His father's brother, the man claimed. Still, before he entered the room, Jaime puffed out his chest and straightened his tie. Just because he was nervous didn't mean he had to show it. Being easy to read wasn't how he did things.

If anyone asked, he was Eduardo Diaz. Ed. Son of a Spanish businessman and an American doctor. He knew he would have to go with Jaime when it came to official stuff, but he wasn't comfortable giving out his full name to fellow students yet. He'd always had to be on high alert about who knew who he was. Plus, these kids had experience and access to high tech equipment. If anyone found out about Alvaro and said bad things about his brother, Jaime wasn't afraid to fight. His brother did bad stuff, but he was a good guy. He just wanted to be able to support the two of them when their grandparents were gone.

But for now, Jaime stood along one wall, surveying the group. It was easy to see who was new and who was returning. Slightly less obvious but still visible was the way the student leaders (at least he assumed they were leaders - if they weren't, then he sucked at this) stood out from the normal students.

He just sucked in a breath and kept against the wall. It would take a while to feel comfortable here, but Joaquin promised he wouldn't make Jaime come again next year if it ended up crashing and burning... And Jaime wasn't sure he even belonged here.
 
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KALISHA FRANCIS-TAYLER
location | common room
mood | happy
interactions | n/a
mentions | aalyiah
tags | enigma2 enigma2


"Do you have your soap? What about your medication? Kalisha, you can't forget your medication. What about your cane, do you have your cane? Kalisha are you listening to me? This is important!"

A sigh fell from Kali's lips, a chuckle being suppressed in her chest. She was fairly certain that she would be able to recite all of the contents of her bags from memory at that point, having gone over it countless times with her anxiety stricken mother. The same thing happened the year before: triple checking bags, promises of daily phone calls, quiet prayers. Kali never bought into religion much but never spoke against their words. Prayer brought them comfort, something they surely needed when Kali's bright smile and soft singing left the home significantly emptier.

Kali made her way over to her mother, placing a soft kiss on her mother's cheek. "I have everything Mama. Even if I forgot something, which I doubt I did, it isn't as if you live far away now." Kali pulled herself up onto the bed and plopped her weight down onto a suitcase that seemed to be ready to burst at the seams. "Now let's get this thing zipped up, the car will be here soon."

A lot had changed in the few months of summer, things that made Kali's stomach knot in worry. She hadn't spoken much to any of her peers about her oddly shaky hands or wobbly legs or brain fog since she wasn't sure that anything was truly wrong. But as she sat in that doctor's office in New York, Kali knew that she hadn't been making it all up. Multiple sclerosis, destruction of the nerves of the brain and spine. She was young for the diagnosis but it wasn't impossible or unheard of. A slew of medications and treatments later, Kali was given the okay to return to school and work. But how would her fellows, a group of armed and dangerous spies in the making, deal with Kali showing up to school with a cane and a diagnosed disease that could eventually land her in a wheelchair? How stupid would 007 look if he wheeled around and had to pause his mission to take scheduled medication?

Her mother won the battle against the suitcase just in time as Kali's phone buzzed in her pocket, alerting her the car to take her to the academy. They never honked in her neighbourhood out of fear of waking nosy neighbours that would only ask more questions. After loading her things into the discreet black car, Kali turned to her mother who had been joined by her father. The three embraced one another, words of caution traded and forehead kisses planted, and soon enough the car was speeding away from their home to the academy.

A few winding paths and two hours later, the car pulled up outside of the academy. Kali grabbed her things, politely waving away help, and began to struggle her way indoors. Finally, Kali gave in and asked for help to put her things in her room. Looking around, she made note of some things already placed in the room, indicating that her roommate was already there. With her bags thrown on the bed, Kali made her way to the common room where everyone was waiting.

"Hey guys!" Kali chirped, her signature smile forming on her face. She tried not to be self conscious of the cane that she was leaning on for support, her knee shaking and threatening to give out. "I hope you all had a wonderful summer."



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Aria Lakey
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People seemed to begin pouring into the room after the initial trickle. The faces of the new kids blurred together, but she knew she would make it her goal to at least be able to identify them all and match a name to a face by the end of the year. She had much more luck with her fellow returning students. Alta. Aaliyah. Eskarne. Jax and Ash.

And Locke.

She felt herself freeze when her fellow leader stepped into the room. Her smile faltered a bit, but it was only gone for a moment. How was she even supposed to react to Locke? She had a crush on him and it had become even more apparent to her after they had kissed and then went their separate ways for an entire summer. Yeah, she definitely needed to talk to him. She wasn't mad, exactly, but she was a little worried about how hard it had been to reach him over summer. She had just tried to convince herself that it was because Locke was a busy man, but there had always been a little fear (maybe not quite as deep down as she hoped) that Locke was avoiding her. Or at least that he was trying to avoid this topic in particular. Hopefully it was that. That was easier to overcome than if he was avoiding her in particular. Locke was one of her best friends and she couldn't imagine being without him for the year.

She knew that it wasn't a good time to bring this up. Not when everyone was just arriving at the academy and there were about to be lost teenagers everywhere. Later, though. They would have some time to catch up eventually and she would ask to talk to Locke in private. But just because this wasn't a good time to bring up "hey we kissed and haven't seen each other in months what's up with us now" didn't mean that she couldn't greet him, did it? After all, he'd greeted her and now she'd spent a few seconds just staring at him. She was a little too lost in her own head at the sight of him to actually make a move to greet him.

But then she kicked herself into action, taking a couple steps towards him. "Locke! I missed you," she said. "My summer was... busy. What about you?" she asked. There were no need to go into too many details about her summer at the moment. Nothing extremely exciting had happened, and she'd rather not bore any new students that might be listening in on them as she greeted him. Ari was definitely a hugger, but she held back for now. Instead, she stuck her hands in her pockets to keep herself from doing anything dumb.

Was it a bad idea to have come greeted him? Ari usually was confident in her actions and words, but the decision to come greet him was one that she was starting to think she'd made too lightly. It had been almost automatic to see Locke and immediately want to say hi, but she couldn't help a funny feeling in her stomach that stuff would never be the same between the two of them. She just hoped that if things were gone change with their friendship, it would change for the better - not the worse.
 
IMG_20200407_114652.jpgAisling Takashi (Ash)
House of Diamonds

Location: The Common Room
Interactions: Eskarne ( N nios ) Jax ( Storme Storme )
Mentions: Pretty much everybody


Aisling leant against the wall and watched as the other students began to arrive, new and old faces alike. The new fish were always easy to tell apart, their faces a mix of shock, admiration, nerves, awkwardness, anticipation and usually a good dose of 'what the fucking hell am I doing here? There has to be a mistake, they can't possibly want me for an elite spy." Ash had been one of those, wondering who could possibly think that a fifteen year old amnesiac with mechanics and pilot skills would be a suitable candidate for this Academy. But they (the powers up high) had seen something in her that she couldn't see in herself, and here Ash was, about to start her fifth and final year at the Academy.

The next guy to arrive after her was a new fish, with round wire framed glasses that made him look smart, Ash idly wondered if he had the brains to match or if appearances were deceptive. But that musing was cut short by the arrival of the British super spy himself- Bigby. Now this was somebody who relished the spy image from the tip of his slicked hair, to his shoes containing knife blades. Maybe they could have been friends, but after that disastrous training day that left Ash unconscious for half a day, any fledging friendship between them had crashed and burned.

Then came Aria, somebody Ash only knew by name. Alta also fell into the 'neutral acquaintance' category for Ash. She knew the other girl had a passion for racing and could respect her skills as a driver, which let's face it, the getaway driver is one of the most crucial members of any team. Another new guy, then Aaliyah, and then, finally, somebody Ash actually knew and considered a close (probabaly her closest) friend- Eskarne Yeager.

The two had entered the academy the same year and as a result were put in the same training groups for various things. But their friendship had really begun when Ash interrupted her morning coffee ritual with Jax. She'd stayed for a cup, feeling like an awkward third wheel, but soon became a fixture, showing up every morning after her run.

And just as she thought the name, Jax showed up, followed by his twin, who'd evidently had to be dragged out of bed. With Ashton also taking the nickname of Ash it meant things got confusing, so she had been relegated to Aisling, which was fine by her, not even being sure if Aisling was actually her name of not.

She barely had time to register the arrival of Locke (who she'd had dealings with various occassions in the medical bay) as Tony chose that moment to arrive. He was the resident prankster who loved pushing people's buttons and winding them up. And he'd just found his first victim- Eskarne. She never understood the weird friendship those two had and decided that now was the time for coffee. She pulled out the thermos from her backpack and took a slug of her coffee.

When Tokko arrived--late as usual, no doubt working on some project or another- Ash gave him a nod back and a slight smile. They'd worked on various projects together, and out of the new leaders of the House of Diamonds, he was her favourite. Sure he was scatterbrained and got tunnel vision, but he was insanely smart and had always proved to be a good partner to work with.

She made her way over to Jax and Eskarne as two other rookies arrived, a long haired male and a Mediterranean (possibly Spanish guy). She heard Kalisha's voice, the third leader of the House of Diamonds, not somebody she knew very well, but the girl had damn fine tech skills. Leaning against the wall a little away from Eskarne and Jax, she smiled slightly and greeted them, the first time she'd talked to either since the holidays began. . "Hey you two, congratulations on the leadership positions by the way."
 
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