The Different Schools

Tensa looks at the ridiculous game of staff B-ball. He facepalmed at the sheer stupidity that it led towards the rest of the students. He understands if the first day wasn't supposed to be all work, but this? As much as he doesn't want to stay, he knows that he can't leave, after seeing a staff show off gigantic wings, just to bring a kid back into this hellhole. So, he closes his eyes at least halfway, to show how bored he is, waiting for the damned game to end. He hadn't brought his cell on him, which is making the day a little bit worse for the poor guy.
 
Safiya looked around the school. It looked empty. And she was always late. So this wasn't exactly a normal event. Is this how they did things in The Different Schools? There wasn't even a guard at the entrance some sort of noise was coming from somewhere so she followed that. She conjured up some shadows which seems to be moving on their own without her controlling them. She followed them and found the double doors to what she could only guess was the gym. She looked around: the gym was full. It seemed like some where gonna go play basketball. She surveyed the place, looking for a space she could occupy. She hated this. She hated everything. Go to this school, her mother said. It would be different, she said. It would be better, she promised. Better? Like shit. She gave out a half-snort as she decided to stand next to the door. No use in trying to interact with anyone right? She'd be out of here soon enough.

She took out her sketch pad and dumped her bags to the floor and sat down with her legs crossed. Some of the shadows had gathered around her, urging her to play with them but she just ignored them. She looked around once again for a muse and found a guy with purple hair some place nearby that seemed interesting enough to draw and started sketching his profile.
 
Connie sighed and fixed her hair before she teleported over to a male, and she snatched the ball. She then teleported to their goal, sitting on top of it, and dropped it in. It was the winning point which meant that the stupid game was over. Connie teleported to the mic and tapped it. "Students," she snapped, getting them to hush. "Welcome to our school for the gifted, and we hope you enjoy yourselves. I must remind you that there will be diagnostic tests in all classes and also interviews for a select few students. Thank you; does anyone have questions?"
 
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The man stared in disbelief. They lost. An insult to men all over the world. Then, when Connie talked into the microphone, he realized just unhappy she was. "Oh dear...." He stood on the oppsite corner of the gym and waited for what she was going to say. He played around with a little ball of water he conjured up.
 
Kelkov rolled his eyes and shook his head, a lighthearted expression on his face. The game hadn't really gotten him that excited, so it was something of a disappointment that the men lost. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.

He looked around the gym, idly hoping someone would shout out a question or say something moronic or something. It would put him in a better mood to get through the tests. He never did look forward to those.
 
Edmond sneered and rolled his eyes. How fucking lame. The game hadn't even been worth watching and now they were going to make them take tests? He should have skipped like he'd planned.

He crossed his arms and leaned back slightly. He looked toward the other still sitting beside him, "So, what year are you? I'm a Junior." He couldn't wait to graduate and get the hell out of here.
 
When no one made a move to ask a question, Connie spoke again. "Very well, you're dismissed to your first hour classes," she saw a few people talking to each other and scowled. Connie wasn't in the mood to deal with disrespect at the moment. "And if you aren't in the mood to listen or take the test, anyone can come to my office and we can discuss your future at this school."
 
Yep. Just as he thought. He thought he should talk to her before his conciousness caught him. It told him to get out of there. Fast.
 
Oh, boy. First day of school and they got tests already? She's sure to blow this shit up. Like. Literally blow it up. She has little control of fire. She just randomly starts them and when she tries to stop it, it just gets worst. She groaned and started putting her things back in her bag and stood up. She followed the flow of students as they all filed to get out of the area. It seemed that there were more guys in the school. And what's even more hilarious was that they almost all dressed the same: dark colors, strange-ass Japanese anime hair-styles, and they had the strangest accessories. She rolled her eyes. Maybe if she burned the whole school down she won't have to attend it anymore.
 
"I'm a senior myself," Kelkov said as he got to his feet before the crowd threatened to trample him. "Been here since I was a kid. It was fun while it lasted." As he walked with the crowd, heading back out into the hallway, he looked down at his schedule to see where he was headed first. "Social studies, huh?" he said, thinking aloud. "Cool."
 
Sighing and rising from the stage, I quietly checked that the last remnants of the illusion had faded with the winning goal, the last thing I needed on day one was some elementary school student sneaking in there and complaining or attempting to blow up a shadow of a illusion. Sighing and all clear, I look around, quietly making my way towards the exit, though hanging back to maybe catch some conversation between students to better understand their various atmospheres.
 
"Cool." Edmond muttered as the other boy left. He stayed where he was, letting the crowd die down before standing and making his own way to class. He didn't like crowds in the least, so he stayed on the tail end away from most everyone else.

He took a glance at his schedule and grimaced. Social Studies, then English, two really awful subjects, then Math, which he actually sort of liked. He might be an idiot, but damnit he could work with numbers.

He stopped by his locker and grabbed a notebook before heading to his first class. He took a seat in the back corner and flipped open his notebook to doodle on the sides as he waited for class to start.
 
Thankfully, Kelkov had already grabbed everything he figured he'd need for the first couple classes, so after a bit of looking around to make sure he had the right room, he headed right for his first class. Social studies always sort of interested him; he liked stories, and he liked hearing about the sort of things that led up to the world as everyone knew it now. Not that he ever bothered explaining that to anyone; he felt like he was the only one who really understood properly. Sure, that was sort of vain of him, but it was still true. And hey, he never claimed to be particularly humble.

As he walked through the door, he noticed Edmond sitting in the back corner; seemed they had the same class that morning. The brunette gave his new acquaintance a quick nod and took a seat towards the middle of the back row, his position of choice whenever possible. He wasn't likely to be noticed, and he could hear the goings-on around him for when he got particularly bored. He looked up at the clock; class wouldn't start for another few minutes. He relaxed back into his chair, one leg kicked out underneath the desk, and waited for the teacher to show up so they could get things started.
 
Edmond glanced up every now and then to see who entered the room. He never noticed that he did it. It stemmed from a subconscious need to know who was around him for extended periods. He gave a nod toward the guy he'd meet in the gym. Kelsey? Kelly? Kevin? He was terrible with names. He tried not to think about the name too much, lest he end up calling the guy by the wrong one the entire year. Then again, he wasn't really sure that he cared if he got the wrong one.

He saw him take a seat just a few desks down and decided maybe he should move over. The guy was a Senior, right? So he was probably smart. Edmond could use someone to cheat off of. It was probably the only way he'd pass this class. He flipped his notebook closed and stood. He walked a few desks over and sat down again, greeting the other with a grin, "Sup?"
 
She looked down at her schedule: social studies. Oh, boy. That's be terrifically fun. Let's talk about dead people doing stupid things causing stupid wars and having everyone else repeat the same shits over and over again. Boy, did she love history. After a couple of minutes of searching, Safiya eventually found their classroom. She groaned in disgust before stepping inside. She surveyed the lot, deciding which chair would require the least interaction and found one of the chairs at the back to be vacant. She figured those two anime-looking guys won't talk to her if she just buried herself in her sketchpad anyway.

She plopped down ungraciously on her chair and put her messy dark red curls in a bun. Safiya took out her sketchpad. She was only able to finish the outline of profile of the dude. She looked up once again, trying to see if maybe he was in this class. She didn't want to sound stalker-type but when she starts drawing something, she's gonna need to finish that or everyone's going to have a bad time. She silently groaned again, ignoring the two guys conversing beside her. She started sketching again, the lines tracing a photographic memory of the guy. There were still a couple of minutes before the classes start, she could probably finish outlining his jacket.
 
Rez was out in the hallways, helping people get to class. That's about it.
 
Acacia quietly walked into her Social Studies class and sat in an open seat. She sat a bean on the table and dropped a single drop of water on it. A notebook, pencil, and binder grew out of the bean and she wrote her name in the notebook. She tried to keep a low profile, but that was difficult when she had to use her magic.


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Connie was in her office with a student. It was the first day, and she was already handing out detention. She was not in the mood for punishing this kid for graffiti on the lockers. "If this happens again, you'll be expelled. You'll clean the entire hall and then you'll have detention for three weeks. I don't want to see you again; now go to class," she said as she escorted him out of her office.
 
Kelkov nodded in greeting. "Nothing much." Somehow, he didn't think Edmond had moved closer because he wanted to be friends. It just didn't seem like his style in the slightest. Or maybe he was actually just really insecure and needed someone to cling to? An interesting possibility, to say the least. "Any idea what the teach is like this time around? I hope they're better than last year." He gave a light chuckle at the memory. The last history class he was in was almost ruined by the dryness of the lectures. It was just so pathetically by the book. Sure, he was all for respecting the rules, but come on, a little spice never hurt anyone.
 
Edmond shrugged, "Don't really know. I heard he was relatively cool though. Follows the book but goes off on other things too. Hopefully it won't be too hard this year. I'm fucking terrible at History. What about you?" He doodled odd creatures in his notebook as he listened to chatter around him. It was too noisy for his tastes.
 
Tensa simply left, as he took a look on his current schedule. The Social studies were a bit meh. The History class didn't seem too boring, despite it's just some by heart memory. He took a bit of time, searching for his classroom, before getting in, barely on time.
 
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