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       Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
   DIR By: Hayley
       Date: May 27, 2013, 3:34 pm
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       The laugh that came from the woman before Dash was musical,
       hitting a series of notes that were simply music to anyone’s
       ears. Hearing Tempest explain about her uniquely colored hair
       Dash only nodded, taking account of the fact until they were
       finally outside where Dash could compare the shining locks to
       the clouds above them in the sky. True enough, Tempest’s hair
       reflected the colors of the loafing clouds. A gleam of amusement
       entered Dash’s sparkling hazel eyes at Tempest’s jest. “You’re
       right, we aren’t strangers anymore, we’re friends!” A light
       giggle escaped her plump pink lips, one of Dash’s hands moving
       to her mouth as if to keep the giggles to herself, but was
       unable to control them. A blush appeared on the tanned cheeks of
       Dash as Tempest complimented her birth name. It was a nice name
       with a wonderful sound, but it didn’t summarize the woman to
       whom it belonged to. Dash was a much more suiting name - in her
       mind anyways. She had never gotten another’s opinion on it for
       she had never told anyone. Tempest was an exception, obviously,
       but an excepting that confused Dash for she didn’t know why she
       was telling her all about it. Something about the woman made
       Dash’s mind... well, dash from thought to thought more than what
       it normally did. “Been to what? A school? You’re so lucky!
       School is so boring. We could do what all of the stereotypical
       bad kids to and leave? Just walk out. It’s not like the teachers
       are watching all of us anyways, so we can just squeeze out.”
       #Post#: 342885--------------------------------------------------
       Re: High School for the Truly gifted, and not so gifted.
   DIR By: MrMaru
       Date: May 28, 2013, 12:06 pm
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       --Since I wasn't given anything to work with, yet, I can't
       really make a good post--
       Now, donning the duster, Matrix simply gazed at the remaining
       group; specifically, the girl. He knew there were probably new
       students, including a gothic girl, who may be far more
       interesting to meet than the current group but he couldn't make
       it to them; yet. As Matrix stood, in wait, however, he sent a
       single command to a cloud of the nanobots on his belt; their
       mission, simple, break into the security system and give him a
       direct link to the cameras and any hidden microphones that may
       be installed in the building. Once he had that, the man would
       practically have this entire school under his watch; the
       nanocloud taking off without even the slightest hesitation, to
       begin cracking into the system. In no time, he would have
       everything on everyone in this location; at least, what they
       showed.
       Finally, he spoke; a calm and confident air about him. "What's
       about to happen will eventually lead to a new world order. It
       cannot be stopped. It cannot be slowed. It can only be accepted.
       Welcome to my world." Then, looking to the elven woman, Matrix
       smirked and whispered. "You're an interesting one.." When he was
       done, the technopath simply turned on his heel and began to walk
       towards the hall; wondering what her reaction would be.
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