OOC Thread Secret Springs Secondary School, oft referred to as the Forest, sits nestled comfortably within the southernmost of the King Islands. The residential hub of the Forest stands as a towering concrete jungle around the gated and green grounds of the academy. Yet, despite the detailed attention to its foliage and decorum through required school uniforms, the Secret Springs Secondary School cannot boast the best numbers by any metric. When it comes to presenting itself, the best it can do is offer its mediocrity painted in glamour. One such student at the Forest, Miyako, found ouself in an alien world. The marches, outside of the palisade, were nothing like the interior of Kuakilla, let alone the structured hedges, the choreographed blossoming of flowers, the streams flowing at perfect symmetry through the gardens. Ou felt trapped. Spires of glass, metal, and concrete marred the view; there was no horizon here. Miyako is an outsider. Ou felt it in the eyes of others on ou. In the way they spoke, they moved, they stood, they did anything. Ou hated how much ou focused on their actions, behaviours. Could it have been anything but paranoia? It weren’t as if they were really harbouring anything like ou worried they were, right? Hurtful words. Slurs woven into speech casually. Ideas expressed that feigned innocence while spreading harm. Ou looked like this, so that meant ou knew how to do that. Ou lived in the marches, so ou must be like this. Stereotypes, expectations, forgone conclusions, and ignorance. The only way ou would know if someone respected ou would be by their words. Or their lack of them. And ou was so tired of trying to fix that. Today had been like any other. Ou went to school. Ou avoided interacting with people more than ou had to. Ou shrugged off people referring to ou as ‘her’, did ou work, participated to the minimal requirements, and then was off to the cafeteria when it was time for lunch with the ringing of the bell. Ou planned to sit with the quasi-gothic twerp, someone who was just as much of an outsider as ou was. Ou felt some, ou didn’t really know how to describe it, but… responsibility to her, since ou met her in the staff office when ou had first arrived at the Forest. The twerp was still young and dumb and needed someone neither of those to watch over her. Was about the only thing at the Forest that Miyako felt any ‘pride’ in. Being surrounded by so many people ou didn’t know, it was nice to have at least something to anchor ou here, even if it were a dumb kid. It wasn’t like ou was going to suddenly be forced to work with a bunch of other students at the Secret Springs Secondary School and go on magical misadventures. That’d be silly.