Secret Academy (Actual RP)

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Ten Thousand Club
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Its a Monday morning, sunny and very humid. Humid enough to make your clothes stick to you. You looked at the entrance of the school and it looked the exact same as always. A tall white building with the banner over the top saying, "Welcome back!" Everything was so happy and cheerful as always. The huge first day assembly was being held in the Auditorium which was located on the 2nd floor of the building. This was an assembly where you students got their schedules, teachers got their roosters, and you just got to socialize with all the people their. For a few this was completely useless, the others thought this was so helpful. When the assembly was over, everyone was dismissed to go to their 1st period classes. 


Victoria and Alex

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Vicky and Alex left their house and began on their way back to school. Yet another wonderful year here at the Academy again. Vicky just couldn't wait for soccer to start up again. That was her sport for sure! Alex just wanted to get school over with, he didn't see why his aunt was making them attend this school anyways. Alex sighed while Vicky let out a huge smile, "Wonder what coach is gunna think when she sees I've gotten faster!" the black haired girl stated. "I don't see how you can do so many sports." Alex said as they walked into the hallways of the school, "Its only two sports. That's not a lot." Vicky said as she let out a slight giggle.

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The two siblings walked into the auditorium, got their schedules, and walked out to the hallway again. They both looked at their schedule's and Alex smiled while Vicky looked at it in total shock. "I love my schedule." Alex said as he began to walk to his 1st period class. Vicky seemed a little upset with who her 1st period class teacher would be, Mr. L. This should be interesting. As Vicky walked into the class she let out the biggest sigh possible. She for sure didn't want to sit in the front, so she made it all the way to the back.

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Vadim wasnt entirely fond of science, but he was decent at it - having to ray home a lot, he'd spent a good deal of his time studying and had always done well in school unless he got distracted. It was all right, then, that he was going to have to start off his school days in science class. Once inside, he took a seat near the back and next to a window, setting his backpack next to him and pulling out a notebook and pencil to wait for class to begin. He did his best to tune out the conversations going on around him, to ignore how people wandered around and sat on top of desks and talked too loudly since the final bell hadnt rung yet and not everyone was present. He'd always been taught to listen and follow rules.


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Jack found it much too easy to get lost in crowds, and so hung back inside the auditorium until most everyone was gone. He might be a bit late, but he preferred not to be caught up in all the noise that was already making his skin feel chafed. When everything had died down a little and he could move without stumbling, he walked carefully out of the auditorium, hugging a folder to his chest, and looked over his schedule as he went. He had athletics first, so he followed the map and headed that way, grateful at least for the mercy. He was good at athletics, even though he was smaller and shorter than everyone - he always was - and being active helped him not think about how the rustle of the trees sent shivers down his spine. It would be good to start his days off with activity like that.
 
Alyssa groaned as she struggled her way through homework. She considered finding a way around it... But then convinced herself it was for the better.


Homework was not a good way to start the day. Alyssa sipped at some coffee she had stolen from the staff room and shut the curtains to block out the tempting morning sunshine before continuing. She reviewed her schedule, and packed her bags, before heading to class, alone.
 
Chelsea was very nervous. Being an Earth Shifter isn't all that easy, but the hiding part is. Although her main form is basically a giant dinosaur looking thing, but she has many other forms. She was always a naturistic girl, so, she doesn't think she'll fit in. "This is going to be fun.." She muttered, walking into the hallways, just randomly walking anywhere.
 
Naomi wakes up, and notices the time. "Dang it!" She mutters to herself, and quickly gets dressed and and grabs her school bag. Her red curls tumble around her face as she runs to school. SHe barges in, and blends in with the crowd. Please don't see the future, please don't see the future! She begs herself, over and over in her mind.
 
(Darien)


School had never been Darien's favourite place to be. He supposed that some kids really loved it, of course, and that was all well and good, but he had never quite felt comfortable at school, even in his earliest years. Perhaps if he had felt somewhat intelligent he might have enjoyed attending, or at least not have dreaded it so terribly much. Similarly, if he'd had the chance to dress and act as normal children did in his early years it might have improved his view on school in general. But fate was cruel, especially in Darien's earliest days, and he was neither brilliant nor a socialite, and without the benefit of adults who cared to help him through the first few nerve-wracking days he had formed a dislike for school in all forms early on.





He very much doubted that there was anything this school would do to change that outlook. And yet… Warren had told him that it was a school he would fit in at, for once. It was a school Warren himself had attended, some years back, and the moment Darien was officially under his care he had been enrolled. He trusted Warren implicitly, and hadn't protested when the idea was presented, but now that he was here he was starting to have his doubts.





"A place where you can learn to control yourself, Darien! Where you won't have to be scared of what you can do anymore," Warren had told him. He looked dubiously at his schedule. What did science have to do with controlling his powers? Shouldn’t they keep a kid who had a habit of spontaneous combustion out of a room full of chemicals?





At least it wasn't literature. Darien had a fair grasp of numbers - maths was one subject he was actually halfway talented in - and so science wasn't too far of a stretch for him, and in science there was usually only one or two possible answers. That he could handle. Books and their many potential interpretations confused him to no end (he was sure he'd have a headache every day before lunch, since English was his class directly before it). So perhaps it was lucky that his first class was science, though he would have preferred something a bit more… user friendly to start off his weeks.





Well. No use in getting worked up over it. He found his way to the science class room, and started searching for a seat. Most areas were surrounded by groups of chattering people, and he avoided those - he'd rather not get bumped into and accidentally torch someone's textbook on the first day - searching until he found a desk in a quieter area of the room. It was located next to a slender, black haired boy, and he paused a moment, looking at the other.





"Is this, uh… is this seat taken or can I…?" he asked, trailing off, one hand coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck in response to his own awkward nature.





(Nalakitty, he's talking to Vadim if that's okay with you....) 
(Alvaine)


Always happy to meet new students and see the return of the old on the first day, Alvaine was quite excited for classes to begin. It seemed that he had his junior class first period, in for English. He couldn't wait to see them - many he had known from their freshman year, and he greeted a few of them as they started to file in. Each one that he had seen before he greeted by name, and there were a various chorus of responses. Some kind, some friendly and even warm, others distant and still more not mentioned at all. He tried not to let those get to him - some students simply didn't want to be close to their teachers, and that wasn't a fact he could help.





Continuing to greet all new comers, Alviane started sorting out his lesson plan on his desk, waiting for the first bell of the day to ring and signal the start of classes. 
(Renn)


Science, really? Wasn't this supposed to be some super awesome magic school or something like that? And she had to take science? When did she get to take quidditch? Or, like, potions or something? Couldn't they at least call it potions, even if it was really science? At least then it wouldn't sound so horrendously mundane.





Ugh. Really. Science. Renn wasn't thrilled with this at all, and made a point of it as she got into the class room, heading straight to the back and dumping her backpack into the chair behind some weird brown-haired kid who was asking (like a stupid idiot) if the seat he stood next to was taken. If it was taken it'd have something on it, right? Tch. Idiot.





(…and yes, she is sitting behind her brother. No, she doesn't have any idea who he is.)
 
((Completely okay ^_^ Thanks, I wanted to get him talking to someone))


Vadim had spent most of the before-class noise just looking out the window, trying to ignore everyone. No one had talked directly to him, so he really didn't need to listen. Listening gave him headaches sometimes, or just made him feel sour, as he sometimes could pick out all the lies people told each other even when they weren't directed at him. Sometimes that had been used to his family's advantage, but for the most part he was uncooperative when it came to their needs of him and so wasn't much use. He was better off here, living in a tiny apartment just off campus that his father paid for. He didn't mind the silence, and if he got lonely there was always skype.


When a faint, hesitant voice sounded from nearby, Vadim glanced sidelong in that direction, then turned to look up at the source when he realized it had been directed at him. Taking a second or two to decipher what the boy had said, Vadim looked at the desk, noticed that there were no books or bags on or too close to it, and that the chair had only moved when someone had bumped it a minute or two before.


". . . It's not taken." He said, once he'd decided it was true, and gestured with an open hand at it. "You can have it." Obviously if no one had claimed it this boy could. It wasn't as if Vadim himself were going to tell him not to. He had no reason to do that.


((Yuki, I just assumed they weren't living in dorms, but if they are please ignore the thing about the apartment))
 
(Nikolas)


The senior year was supposed to be the most relaxing - after surviving the hell of Junior year it had to be, as recompense - and Nik was already seeing this reflected in his schedule. Two free periods, four main classes, and an extracurricular. He had debated taking even that, to be honest. Music hurt, now, to listen to and to think about and to be around. Daniel had loved music, and every time he heard something that he particularly wanted to share with the other he felt his heart break all over again, as if it had happened only yesterday, not a fully year past. But to ignore Daniel's greatest love would be to ignore Daniel himself, ant that was something Nik could not bring himself to do. It would be too much of a betrayal to the time they were supposed to have had together. And if he shared in something that Daniel had loved so fervently it might allow him a little bit of lingering closeness for the boy who was no longer there.





Music would break his heart, yes, but it might help to heal it as well.





That was not so much a concern at the moment, though, for Nik's schedule read that he had a free period first thing - that'd be wonderful for the rest of the week. He could show up late every morning, catch an extra hour of sleep or study time or… well, whatever he could fit into an hour, really. The question that remained for today, though, was what to do now that he was already here. Many of his old haunts were too painful to visit now. Too fresh, too close to the wound that had barely started to scab over. Outside, then. There was no ailment, or at least none of the mind, that enough fresh air and beautiful world couldn't cure, in time.





And so Nik found himself wandering through the halls until he reached the door to the yard, from where he strolled out past the basketball court and onto the fields. Slowly, he crossed them, in no hurry to cross the great expanse of turf. His pace was leisurely both because he had no where to be and therefore no need to hurry and because his leg still felt stiff most mornings, and to push it into a faster gait might cause him a slight limp later in the day. He'd rather not answer questions about that - not all of his friends and acquaintances from school knew about what had happened last summer, and he'd rather not rehash the story. And so he walked slowly, until he came to the end of the turf on the field and the beginning of the grass along side it. There he sat, and then eventually lay back, staring up at the sky, relaxed and open to whatever mood or fancy cared to take him next. 
(I'm feeling lazy today so I'm not gonna post Cora until someone goes to one of her classes because. Well. I can.) 
(Darien)


"Thanks!" now that he'd gotten the all clear Darien's reply was instantaneous, the former hesitation gone from his lightly accented voice. He quickly set down his things - the bag was new, and from Warren in an attempt to get him to throw away the ratty one he'd been using in the years before he had been picked up by the other, and the books in it were used, this particular one stained with something that had likely once been someone's lunch, but was now just a mix of faded orange and yellow.


"Everywhere else seems so..." he paused, searching for the right word, "occupied?" he finally supplied, unsure if it actually applied to the current situation.


"Thanks for letting me sit with you. My name's Darien, by the way," he finished, offering his hand to the other boy for half a second before yanking it away. It was hard for him to remember that his temperature was often scalding to other people if he didn't work on controlling it, and given his nerves about the first day he had a feeling his hands were too hot for other people to be comfortable with touching them. "Ah, sorry. I'd... I'd hold it out for a shake, but I might. Uhm, well. I would... I'm really hot. Sorry."


(Darien stop being an awkward baby. Also, I'm assuming they're two-to-three people tables since it's science? Automatic set up for lab partners, yanno? If I'm wrong someone please correct me.)
 
((I would also assume double-tables, but as I've never actually set foot inside a real high school before (*was homeschooled from 6th to 12th*) my only info comes from unreliable tv xD ))


Vadim watched the other boy curiously when the hesitation turned into a bousterous sort of - not quite joy, but contentment, he thought. He hadn't had time to reach for the hand briefly extended to him, but would have agreed to the contact, had he been allowed. He wasn't so averse to touching as people thought, only to touching by those he didn't like or knew were just trying to start a fight with him.


"Hot?" He queried, then paused and considered. This school was a place for all sorts of different kinds of 'strange' people, urods - 'freaks', like him. 'Hot' probably meant literal heat, then, and though he couldn't see the desk or chair having any effects from it, he had to take the other boy's word for it. "Ah. . . Here." Vadim looked at his own hand, concentrated a moment until just it and his forearm turned blue, and held it out to the boy next to him.


"My name is Vadim." He couldn't burn when the part of his body touching heat was that color. He knew; he'd accidentally put his hand on a stove once, as a child, and his body had instinctively turned blue to avoid injury. ". . . It won't hurt."


((I forgot to say Vadim has a slight but still there Russian accent, and can speak the language if he feels like it. . . Oh well))
 
(Ours sat three to five, but we had a strange set up. And I'm assuming the chairs are fire proof both because it's a lab - and fires happen in labs, need to have a safe environment - and because it's a school for people who do all kinds of crazy stuff. Oh and... Darien's speech... he hasn't had much schooling up until this point - it wasn't really available to him - and his vocabulary is rather stunted as an after effect of that. He tries to sound like he knows what he's saying and use big words, but he often mixes them up, so if you ever hear him say something like "concentration" when he means "constipation" or vica versa, that's why. He's not an idiot, he's just... never been taught.)


Darien looked at the offered hand doubtfully, and while his eyes widened slightly he made no move to take a hold of it.


"You're sure?" he questioned, still highly hesitant over the whole idea. "I, ah... I've burned some people really badly, before. I don't really know how to turn it off, and when I'm in a weird or new situation it kinda... escalators." He paused. Escalators? Was that the right word? He had a feeling that it wasn't, it didn't quite sound right, but... it was close. Hopefully it wasn't too terrible a mistake.


"It gets worse," he added, for extra clarification. And then, "I don't want to hurt you. I- I don't want to hurt anyone but it happens. Uhm, kinda a lot, actually. You're sure it won't burn you?" He sounded horribly awkward, he was sure, but there wasn't much he could do to fix it now. And now that he'd started, he found that he couldn't stop - he kept trying to fix the awkwardness by saying something better, only to say something just as awkward if not more so than before. He shouldn't have offered his hand in the first place, maybe then he wouldn't have created this huge problem for himself.
 
((Oooooh, okay. I was wondering if Escalators was a typo until I kept reading xD Oh my god, Darien's babbling is adorable))


Vadim raised an eyebrow as Darien continued speaking, much too quickly and with what Vadim knew was the wrong word. His first language was Russian, but he had been speaking English since he was a toddler as well. Vadim didn't so much care about the words, though, just the quite obvious distressed beginning to rise higher and higher on the other boy's face and in his body language.


Vadim tipped his head a bit to the side, glancing sidelong at his own arm. "I would show you, but we're not allowed to have knives here." He said, and though he obeyed the rules he thought it was pointless, seeing as a lot of the people here he suspected were more dangerous without weapons than with them. He shook his head a little, then just looked at Darien again, moving his hand a bit closer. "It won't burn. I'm sure."


Darien had wanted to shake hands, at first, and Vadim knew shaking hands was the proper way to greet someone, even if most of the teens in his generation didn't do it. His family might be criminals, but they at least knew how to be gentleman when it suited them.
 
(Isn't it, though? He's one of my cuter characters, if I do say so myself. Utterly lacking in self confidence or a spine, but cute nonetheless.)





"If you're sure..." Darien finally agreed after a tense moment of self-doubt. To be on the safe side he tried to focus on his hands and think cooling thoughts. They were one of the only areas of his body that he could actually tone the temperature up or down on by thinking, though with his worry about burning Vladim it was a hard task to lower them by even a few degrees. Biting his lip in concentration he extended his hand with excessive care, watching the other boy's face for any sign of discomfort or pain.





"It… it doesn't hurt, does it? I'm not burning you, right? I mean, I tried to tone it down but I don't really know if it's working or not because I’m not really good at controlling it at all, really," talking wasn't helping his nerves at all, and it wasn't long before his hair started smoking lightly in evidence of his nervous agitation, a few embers clearly visible in the mass of brown. "But I'm not hurting you, I’m really not hurting you? You're sure? You promise?"
 
Vadim shook his head when Darien asked if it hurt, and nodded when the other boy asked if he was sure. Vadim glanced upwards when smoke starting rising from Darien's hair, and recalled what the boy had said about being in 'weird or new situations'. Darien was rather obviously distressed by the idea of burning Vadim, and untrusting of Vadim's word, as they had only just met. It was understandable, but the reaction from it was something Vadim wanted to avoid, so he thought it was good that he was usually very calm.


"It doesn't burn." Vadim said, lightly squeezing the hand still in his grasp to make his point, and looked at their hands curiously, wondering how hot it would actually be if he touched with his usual skin. He didn't try it, though, not wanting to agitate Darien any further. "I can feel it a little, still, but it doesn't hurt. . . I promise." Vadim tapped the part of his arm that was visible past his sleeve. "I can't really get hurt when I'm like this, so you don't have to worry about that." Vadim paused and thought, absentminedly not letting go, as Darien hadn't let go either, and looked towards the window, then back. "Do you want the window seat?" If Darien was so worried about hurting other people, being against the wall and not quite surrounded by people might help.
 
"I'd rather have the aisle, actually. If that's okay," Darien responded, pausing a moment before disentangling their hands and working on calming himself down. His vision was getting slightly hazy, which meant that some part of his head was probably on fire, or smoking at the very least. "That way I'm less likely to catch the whole building on fire by being too close to the wall, you know? I've... actually gotten expelled for that before, so..."


Well, not exactly. It was a keeper's net, not a classroom, but he'd still lit it on fire and it'd still gotten him expelled, and that was all that really counted on that account, as far as he was concerned. He'd rather not go into detail about it anyway, since it was just another reminder of exactly why his parents would never want him home again, and he didn't exactly want to deal with that right now.


"...thank you. For, ah, for being yourself, I guess? It's nice to know that there's someone else out there I can't hurt. I mean, I have this friend, Curtis, who doesn't burn easy either, but he's a star so that doesn't really count, right? Because aren't stars, like, made of fire or something? But. It's nice. to know I won't accidentally hurt you. So... thank you."
 
Vadim nodded a little, though he wasn't quite sure what he was being thanked for, at first. He tried, as Darien spoke, to wrap his mind around a person being a star and really couldn't, and so thought he might've looked inattentive for a moment. He was listening still and would remember what was said, but most people didn't think he could, which led to him getting in trouble for 'day dreaming' in class, sometimes.


"You're welcome. You don't have to thank me. Ah . . . your hair." Vadim frowned, looking at the top of Darien's head. "Should I . . . ?" He turned his other hand and forearm blue and held his hands up a bit, though didn't make any moves to get out of his chair or reach over. "Should I snuff it out?" He didn't want Darien getting nervous again or lighting anything on fire, so he determined to do his best to keep the other boy calm, even if he wasn't very good at those sorts of things.
 
"...if you're sure it won't burn you?" Darien said, though it came out as more of a question than the answer Vadim was looking for. He paused a moment, then nodded. "If I touch it it'll probably get worse, so... if. If it won't burn you that'd be great," he agreed, finally coming to a decision. Normally his hair would go out on it's own if it was just smoking, but if there were any sparks in there... well, hair was very flammable on most people, and while Darien's didn't burn away it certainly held fire very well, so he could go around with a literal flame head for hours without it being extinguished if it ever actually ignited.


"Is it... is it actually burning or does it just have amber in it?"


(Darien. It's "embers" not "amber". Amber is a stone. Silly boy.)
 
Vadim tilted his head a little to the side, confused by the switch of terms and wondering what Darien actually meant, but stood to take a look anyway. He wasn't very tall, but with Darien sitting it wasn't hard to see the top of the his head and determine where the smoke was coming from. There were a few little pinpricks of red there, which Vadim took to be a bad thing. Embers? Was that what he'd meant?


"A little bit. . ." Vadim said, and afterwards just reached up with a hand, pushing it lightly down on top of the embers for a few seconds to stifle the heat and then patting gently to be sure it was gone. "There. No more fire." He sat back down and made his hands and forearms normal again, knowing that he could change them and his entire body back at a moment's notice, if needed. "I can put you out." He said, watching Darien with a quietly inquisitive expression. "If it happens again."
 
"That'd be great," Darien answered, quite glad to have someone who could help him out here. "If... if our schedules work out... would you mind coming with me and sitting next to me in some other classes? Just in case." He paused a moment, remembering something Warren had said about himself - and had had said about him - numerous times when listing off his 'worst' traits. "I don't want to be clinging or anything. I just... I think it'd be safer. For everyone. And it'd make me feel a lot better, if you don't mind. If it's not too much trouble. I don't want to be a burdened or anything for you."


Truly, though, it would be so helpful to have Vadim around with him, especially on the first day. And Darien was starting to feel as if he'd made a friend - something he had had trouble doing in past schools, when he was actually able to attend. He didn't want too loose him at the end of his first class, if he could help it.
 
Chelsea began to wonder what time it was, and when the school period would start. She was completely confused on how every year she'd forget the whole setup of the same school she's been to. She made it to some locker that she was told that was hers, and her mother was the one who had told her. "Locker 448, eh?" She looked at it, and opened it. "Nice and spacey!" She cheered, filling it with a bunch of school supplies and other things that she might need. After that, she closed it, and began to walk around... Again. Her eye caught two people just talking over, and over, again. One of them seemed to be babbling, and the other guy just keeping his tongue straight. "Hmph... Funny." She chuckled, smiling slightly, and walked down the hall they were in.
 
Josephine stood in front of the body length mirror in her bedroom, brushing out her hair and adjusting her clothing, she didn't want to look like a fool on the first day back to school. The first day back to school always seemed the longest and hardest to deal with, people from last year meeting up with old friends, it made her feel just a bit left out since this would be her first year at the school and she was terribly shy around new people, especially boys. She was sure she'd be fine as long as she didn't bring too much attention to herself. Giving a final look over she deemed herself appropriately ready for school. She grabbed her bag, slipped on her shoes and ran downstairs into the kitchen where she greeted her mother while grabbing a couple oranges to eat.


Giving a big hug to her mom, she went out to the backyard and looked up at the clear sky. Letting her wings unfold she gave them a few test flaps before lifting off the ground and zooming off towards the school. As she touched down on campus she gazed around at all the students conversing with their friends and couldn't help but let out a small sigh. Quickly concealing her wings and tail for her convenience of getting around, she made her way inside to grab her schedule from the auditorium. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose she looked over all her classes before heading the the first, History. As she slipped into the classroom she noticed that not a lot of people has shown up yet which made her smile since she'd be able to get a good seat.


Giving a quick scan of the room she found a nice seat in the front of the class next to a window with sunlight streaming through it. She made a beeline for the seat, putting her back on the back of the seat and getting the note book and pens she'd need for the inevitable notes she would have to take.
 
(Cora)


First days back to school were always slightly disorienting - after the leisurely pace of summer it was all hectic rushing and schedules and endless things to grade, after all - and this years start proved no different than any other. Cora had stood through the assembly, introducing herself to new students as per usual and then had to actually make an effort to get to her classes before all of her students did, lest they disrupt anything that she had already set up, because - oh. That was her magic course, of course. Well. Nothing to worry about there then, her history classroom didn't have anything wayward students could delve into and cause too much damage with.


Slowing her pace she moved through the hall with a new air of calm settled onto her, until she finally turned into her classroom, surveying the students already there. A few old timers, and what appeared to be a new student. Well, that was hardly unexpected, new students joined classes other than the freshman year all the time. She offered a smile up to the girl in question before starting to go through her notes and syllabus for this particular class' years work.
 
Vadim considered it a moment, knowing that there wasnt really anyone he knew of that preferred sitting next to him, and finally nodded. "All right. Ill sit next to you." He liked helping people, and if sitting next to and watching over Darien helped the boy, he would do it. It wasnt as if it was any trouble. Vadim was just going to have to split his attention a bit between Darien, the class, and whatever else he was going to get distracted by. It wouldn't be a problem.


"It's not a burden.' Vadim said, his tone reassuring, and considered a thought that occured it him, glancing at his notebook. ". . . Do you want me to take notes for you?" He wasnt quite sure if Darien ran hot enough to light paper on fire.
 
Naomi glanced at the paper in her fist, 449 it said. She hurried to her locker, and smiled at the person at the locker next to hers, "Hi." She says, a bit friendly. She opens her locker, and tries to put her backpack it. It gets stuck, and she backs up. Naomi repeatedly kicks her backpack to get it in.


(This is what I had to do...)
 
"I have an, uhm, a recording thingy..." Darien said, moving to his bag and searching through it before pulling the small lecture recorder out and putting it on the edge of his desk. "I think it still works, I haven't really touched it so it shouldn't be melted anywhere so... I should be okay?"


Not that he'd ever really bothered to take notes before. School was never really a priority for the boy - he'd written himself off as an idiot years ago and hand never bothered to try and be good at anything academic since. The recorder had been Warren's suggestion and Warren's gift to him, in an attempts to get Darien to actually try while he was studying, with the hope that he might actually gain something from school for once. Chances were the recorder would get melted over the course of the next week or three, but it was worth a shot.
 
Shadow walks into the the school wearing a beanie over her snow white hair,a white and black shirt, and a white pair of skin tight jeans along with some black flats. On the first day of her senior year silently knowing she is late and sighs looking around hoping that she won't get looked at because she doesn't like people to notice her. She walked so quietly that you couldn't even here her footsteps as she walked down the empty hallway towards the class door. As she entered the class she walked over to an empty seat far back in the class by a window and she looks at all the people for a second then lays her chin down on her arms on the desk and looks outside staring of into space. Then she looked at her schedule and realized she has Archery this period and stands silently slinking out of the class room towards archery. She reaches the outside and starts her way to pass through the soccer field and sees somebody there as she quietly passes through hoping to be unnoticed.
 
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