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#Post#: 335499--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Arcane Arulieus
Date: April 12, 2013, 8:06 pm
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~Okie dokie~
~Demarious was calm as this was all happening, he was curious as
to why the alarm was pulled to begin with. His thoughts were
dancing within his mind as they were interrupted to by the
silver haired woman. He knew that she was able to read his
power level though he kept it suppressed. She knew that he was
capable of the same ability as well. This woman was
interesting, he wondered if she was in any relation to his
father's large family. He shrugged following with a nod in
agreement with what the teenage woman spoke. "You have a valid
point, the commotion is quite hilarious, but I am more curious
as to why this all happened, the one behind this mess must be
more entertaining then seeing these insignificant humans running
through the hallways to exit this school clinging to their lives
for nothing." What he spoke was true, those with out abilities
like himself and the woman beside him were afraid of something
different and of those who were un normal. He turned his
attention to the man who had walked by, instantly being able to
sense the power coming from this man. Soon enough a interesting
action was taking as the man who walked by the three females and
himself released a materializing nano bots by the look of it
came from the unknown man. As soon as it happened it was over,
the man turning to approach Demarious calling him "Cool Guy"
Cocking a brow Demarious sighed. "Are you speaking to me sir?"~
#Post#: 335983--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Tempest
Date: April 14, 2013, 2:33 am
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"I would assume so.." Said the trio known as Tempest; a storm of
beings rolled up into one perfect body. She narrowed her eyes at
Deme for a second, before the blue hues, basking in the backdrop
of ebony flesh, returned to their normal size once more. "But
your speak of humans a is unsettling. I understand that some
people have hatred for them, but at least try to understand
their plight. Beings like us have it easy; no care in the world.
Don't you think the struggle they endure all of their lives
makes them stronger?" She asked; being somewhat mature for her
age. Being Fate, she could see their lives, plights, pains, and
even ends; it was an eye opener for sure. "I do not judge you,
but sometimes, it's fun to put yourself in other people's
shoes." Tempest smiled and as the 'guard' from earlier reemerged
to speak to Deme, Tempest continued on her path out of the
building, opting not to interrupt they two men who had to share
some words with each other. It wasn't too long after that fact
that she heard the woman that she had passed - who almost bumped
into her previously.
The Nature Goddess almost turned until she felt the finger upon
her shoulder, which would have immediately set off a static
shock - like someone running socks on a carpet and touching a
metal surface- to her finger. Tempest turned and it was the
pretty blonde woman from before. Coming to a stop, Tempest
crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to the woman
speak. Charges of lightning quietly bolted through her body;
from her neck, to her arms, across her torso, then finally
through her legs and back up again. It would be a sight to look
at, especially if it were dark. Tempest, at the first sign of a
completed statement, opened her mouth to try and speak, but she
couldn't get a word in edge wise; this girl could really talk!
Holy crap! Tempest's eyes were wide from hearing her ramble on
and on at such a speed that not even she could keep up
completely. She simply nodded and took a few moments to fully
register all of what she had said. ". . . ." Tempest really
didn't know where to start or even how to start, or what to say
for that matter. It was kind of cute how she rambled on, but
confusing as well; she had never heard one such as herself.
Though, it was likely that no one had heard a voice like Tempy's
either. Even though no one had ever mentioned it. "I'm new here.
No, I don't have any friends here so far. My name is Tempest..."
Tempest looked over herself and tilted her head. ". . . My. . .
Look?" She asked. "And, no one has ever called me pretty
before.. Thank you?"
#Post#: 336053--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: jellybean081486
Date: April 14, 2013, 12:24 pm
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An hour passed while Elora waited outside for the girl, or at
least it seemed like an hour. With each moment that passed she
felt her heart cracking bit by bit. She had placed her trust in
Zoe, told the girl her darkest secret. She thought that they
were friends, but that must not have been the case.
'Dude, Elora! Forget that chick! There are dozens of hotties in
there, like that Tempest girl.'
Elora ignored her brother, though, and turned her back to the
school. Her haunted green-eyes stared into the forest, despair
evident upon her face. She lifted her hand and glanced into her
palm for a moment. The thought of holding a beautiful butterfly
blossomed with her mind. A second later, an insect resembling
the one she had envisioned materialized in her hand.
Elora stared at the butterfly with a saddened smile upon her
lips. She had not realized she was capable of such things. The
butterfly flapped its wings and the took off and then burst into
a cloud of cherry blossom petals. It was then that a voice spoke
into Elora's mind, one that was not her brother's.
"You have been gifted with my abilities, my dearest Elora. You
will be my will on earth. Humans hold nature with such
disregard, and nature desperately needs defending Elora."
Before Elora realized what she was doing, her feet had carried
her back towards the school. When she reached to touch the door,
a wild gust of wind blew it off its hinges. Her smile had faded
and her eyes were no longer green, but a brilliant emerald. She
stood in the doorway and stared at those still gathered in the
hall, Victor and Tempest, the one guy who's name she didn't know
and a beautiful blonde girl that spoke with Tempest.
Elora knew what happened now and it displeased her, despite the
good intentions. Elora's gaze narrowed on the two boys. A
shudder ran up her spine when she noticed the metal bugs. But
this did not deter her, and she began to move toward the boys.
The scent of lilac and cherry blossom followed her as she
walked.
"Which one of you pulled the alarm?" When she spoke, her voice
was much deeper but still very feminine.
#Post#: 336169--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Hayley
Date: April 15, 2013, 4:16 pm
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Just by looking at the girl's frightened and wide-eyed
expression made Dash feel completely embarrassed. Her cheeks
flushed a dark red, making her face strawberry red. How
embarrassing! Such a fool! Who would want to talk to her now?
That had to be the reason the English teacher was her only
kinda-friend in the school. A sigh pushed past Dash's lips and
she was just about to turn away in shame when finally the other
girl spoke and replied. Yes! Dash listened all too intently,
eyes focused on the other girl's and her head nodded eagerly.
"I'll be your friend!" It had taken Dash by surprise at how loud
and raised her voice was, so she added, more quietly this time:
"Let's be friends?" That made her cringe, coming out almost as a
whisper. Well, that wasn't expected. At least it can't get any
weirder.. "Tempest.." She tested the word, repeating it while
looking at the woman to see if the name went with the face. It
did. "A unique and pretty name for a unique and pretty girl!" A
cute little giggle left Dash's lips, eyes crinkling as she
smiled wholeheartedly at this Tempest. "I'm Dash, but you
already know that. Yes! Your look! Your hair is so different and
pretty! And your skin is flawless!" Her head nodded convincingly
along with her words, the smile never leaving her face. "You're
very welcome, Tempest!"
(typed from my phone, sorry for any mistakes.)
#Post#: 336173--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: MrMaru
Date: April 15, 2013, 5:01 pm
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Hearing the 'cool' guy ask if he was speaking to him, Matrix'
right eye twitched in annoyance but he said nothing for the
moment. He knew neither this man, nor anyone else understood
what he truly was; nor would they if he had anything to say
about it. However, to be fair, Matrix chuckled at the one who
asked if he was speaking to him and nodded. "Yes, I was. By the
way, my name is Matrix. Remember it."
Then, a gasp escaped Matrix' lips as the dark skinned woman
began to pass, yet he knew the leather jacket would shield him
from the light sparks; though he wouldn't wait to see if it
could shield against a larger bolt. He could hear the electrons
arcing from the woman, yet he couldn't 'speak' to them; merely
hear their wild and untaimed resonance.
Soon, though, Matrix heard the seemingly nonstop chatter of some
overly hyper girl behind him; obviously speaking to the dark
skinned woman from before. He was barely able, though, to
overhear the dark skinned woman speak her name; repeating it to
himself. "Tempest? Interesting name.." But, he found his current
train of thought being derailed by the chatterbox who seemed to
simply ramble on and on.
Beginning to get a headache, wondering who exactly was
responsible for the constant chattering, he decided to turn his
back to the guy in the doorframe. Looking around, he spotted the
two women; the dark one who he'd guessed was the one the
chatterbox had referred to as 'Tempest' Shaking his head,
groaning slightly, he began walking over to the two.
Just as he began to walk, however, he'd realized there was
someone else coming; rather, already there. Man, she moved
quickly. However, Matrix recognized her as the woman who'd
earlier been all over that other girl; wherever she went.
'Great..' He thought to himself, simply waiting; unsure how to
respond, or even if he should.
Finally, he decided to answer the woman who asked that dire
question; though he could tell she'd potentially be enraged.
"I'm sure the one who pulled it had a very good reason, such as
causing a distraction to allow someone to escape from the
clutches of the principle. I'm also certain the one who did it
only had good intentions in mind."
Then, with a pause, he thought for but a second, and continued.
"The one who did it didn't see a way to distract the principle,
otherwise, lest he be expelled from the school." He sighed,
guessing she would likely react in a physical and violent way,
before going on. "The one who did it couldn't stand to see such
a beautiful creature as you get detention for being late for
class."
#Post#: 336194--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Delilah Vic Mortiz
Date: April 15, 2013, 7:12 pm
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Of course she was late. Living in a house full of her siblings
and her being the youngest, she was bound to be the last to get
into one of the 5 bathrooms to get ready for her first day of
school. She definitely wasn't the type to get all dressed up for
something that many teenagers her age referred to as a Hell. But
she at least put a little bit of thought into her outfit.
Hopping out of the shower, throwing on some clothes and running
down the stairs to her Mother's chamber. Seeing her laying in
the same spot, Desdemona leaned over and placed a kiss on her
cheek. “It's my first day of High School Mom. I wish you could
see me off. Of course, everyone else has gone of to do their own
thing today. Echo is upstairs though, he will make sure to check
on you every hour on the hour.” After a moment of staring at her
Mother, Des finally walked out, shutting the door behind herself
and whispering “I love you” ,as she went. Saying a short goodbye
to her older brother she left and climbed into her sleek black
1962 Cadillac M&M 3 way Hearse. Slipping into the red leather
front seat, she smiled and adjusted the rear view mirror, jammed
the key into the ignition and backed out of her spot, school
bound.
As she turned into the school parking lot, she was a bit
surprised to see all of the students standing outside in the
front, goofing off and laughing at jokes she couldn't hear. It
looked like school hadn't started yet, but, one look at her
Emily the Strange wristwatch told her that it had definitely
already started. Oh, well, maybe they wouldn't notice her
lateness. That was a slim chance though, especially since she
was, well, herself. Yanking down the mirror, she blinked at the
reflection that she saw staring back at her. Large, feline-like
eyes, the color of sapphire's, milky white skin, a slim, demure
nose, and full pale pink lips. It was the face of her Mother.
The face of Abigail Hell. Reaching into her black bride of
Frankenstein book bag, she dug around aimlessly until her
fingers found the small cylinder of lipstick. Removing the clear
lid, she applied the color, rightfully named oil slick, on her
lips, shoved it back in her bag and slid out of her car and into
the eye of the entire school population. “Oh joy...”
For this being a school for some of the most odd teenage
creatures, most of them looked pretty normal to her. A lot of
blondes in their cookie-cutter pink dresses and matching lip
glosses. Desdemona was far from cookie-cutter and she knew it.
With her long black hair that fell to her waist, Bettie Page
signature bangs a her attire consisting of mostly black, all
eyes fell to her as she made her way through the crowded yard.
Not giving them the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. She
smiled, held her head high, and even waved at a few of her
glaring peers. Seeing that no one was pleased with this act of
kindness, she shrugged and listened as a man dressed in a suit
stood up on the main stairs leading into the school and told
everyone that it was a false alarm and that everyone should
continue on to there assigned classes as usual. Hearing the
groans of her fellow classmates, Desdemona finally realized that
it was a fire drill, well an unplanned drill at least. Watching
as Teachers ushered in the students, she followed the crowd, not
the least bit shocked when there was a 4 foot perimeter around
her. Desdemona had never been the cool girl before and this
wasn't any different. She was a Hell after all.
#Post#: 336207--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Claudia Vic Mortiz
Date: April 15, 2013, 7:35 pm
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Donald Vic Mortiz's little brother had finally grown to
nineteen. His rate of growth slowed, when Donald had asked for
lucifer to spar his little brothers life. Rigor had bore two
royal blue fangs. This show his legacy with Donald to be pure.
He was considered an outcast to the years of school. He being a
senior, ready to leave the hell hole. To others he was no one.
To his friends they referred to him as 'Blue Tooth.' He was full
of smiles, and many many jokes. He didn't get into to many
people's personal life, but would be sure to make sure
everything was ok in your life. Rigor had one major flaw though.
He was a smoker, loved it so much, since he started at age.
Rigor was sitting down on the outskirts of the school building.
It was the first day, "Oh Joy," He would think to himself. He
wondered if he would see any friends. These kind of schools
always so different every year. This is because he is always
switching schools. He can't be in a single school for more then
a year for he doesn't age quickly. He would soon find out
however. His first class to be gym. He couldn't wait to see what
powers his mates would have. Never the less, the pale-green eyed
Vampire was making his way towards the gym.
#Post#: 336560--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Megan
Date: April 16, 2013, 8:03 pm
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Fifteen year old Tyler Sheeks looked up at the school building
in awe. Her parents had known that it was late in the year but
insisted she go. Tyler didn't know what they were talking about.
A school to accommodate her special needs? She wasn't in anyway
slow. She wasn't extra gifted though either. She just was, her.
She didn't even think of herself as pretty. She had golden brown
eyes. An ugly color. Not blue or green. And FRECKLES! She hated
her freckles. She wasn't the most girly girl either. No make up
usually. But she didn't argue. She got to move half way across
the country to go to a school and not have to be near her
parents. College in high school! So exciting!
Tyler managed to find the office and get her schedule. She had
an uncanny sense of direction. She navigated the hallways as if
they were nothing. Taking in all the sites and such along the
way. Finally she came upon her locker, storing her stuff in it
before heading off to find her first class.
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Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: Pandora
Date: April 16, 2013, 8:58 pm
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'Well...Shit.' Already the day was off to a bad start, and
Ophelia had just woken up. Late, of course. "Figures..." She
muttered under her breath as she ransacked her closet and
drawers for something to wear. It seemed as though nothing fit
her. And the things that did weren't to her liking today. She
could even feel her mother's presence behind her, fidgeting ever
so nervously. It was the same every first day of school. There
she would be, fussing over her as though she'd never see Ophelia
again. Yet, she had no reason to, she was around her every
minute of every hour. And though no one else could tell that she
was there, Ophelia knew. Even now as she gathered up her shirt
and jeans, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder. "It's
okay, mom." Her feet carried her into her bathroom where she
stared her appearance down in the mirror. Her platinum pigtails
were disheveled, but they'd have to do for now. She had no time
to fix them. Pulling on her clothes, she stared down at the
Metallica t-shirt occupying her chest and shrugged, bounding out
of her room, jacket, shoes, and scarf now in hand. Coming face
to face with her father and stepmother in the kitchen, she
hurriedly threw on her remaining articles of clothing, grabbed
her bookbag, and headed out the door with a slighted "Bye guys!"
Even walking up to the school was, in and of itself, more than
Ophelia wanted to do today. She carefully contemplated the ways
that she could make herself disappear before she could make her
way into the school. What was the point though...? She didn't
have anyone to really go and skip with. If she had one friend
around here, they were in school. The rest, she'd either scared
off ages ago, or they moved away not too long after she
befriended them. So Ophelia trudged on, up the steps, and into
the confines of the school building. She too had gym. But the
prospect of having to change clothes wasn't exactly something
she jumped at. Why couldn't she stay in her t-shirt and jeans?
They didn't bar her from anything. Begrudgingly, she changed
into the shorts and t-shirt her mother had packed into her
bookbag, and the pair of Converse that sat on top of the fabric
and made her way out of the locker room to wait.
#Post#: 336597--------------------------------------------------
Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
DIR By: FirstNameAnnabell
Date: April 16, 2013, 9:23 pm
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-Annabell walked in the school seeing how beautiful it looked.
Her eyes widened as she smiled at the people walking by. She
chuckled gripping her pointe shoes and having her cello wrapped
around her body.."This is going to be interesting.." She quietly
spoke as she walked up the steps. She looked around to find a
music room. She walked down these long hallways until she
spotted an empty room with nothing but chairs.."This will do."
She opened the door peeking in.."Is anyone...here?" She quietly
whispered.. When she heard no answer she walked in. She placed
her cello on the ground on its side. She smiled as she looked at
the mirrors. She looked into her reflection. Her brown hair
pulled back into a messy bun. Her glassy glue eyes staring back
at her.."Deep in the meadow....under the the willow.. A bed of
grass is made into a pillow.." She sings softly, as her chest
rises and sets. The room was dark except for the light that was
shining in from the hall way. She saw her posture and smiled.
She was wearing a long white sweater with black leggings and
white leg warmers with ballet flats. She smiled and turned to
the side looking at how athletic her body was. She turned around
and walked to the light switch turning it on. She smiled seeing
a bar for her to prop her legs on for
stretching..."Oh...perfect.." She walked over to an outlet and
plugged in her speakers. She took out her mp3 and began playing
'The Nutcracker' for her warm up. She placed her leg onto the
bar stretching her hamstrings. She leaned so far her nose
touched her knee. She pushed her shoulders forward to stretch
them as well
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