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The Magnolia Hidden Among Wolves
OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-magnolia-hidden-among-wolves-sign-ups-closed-ooc.54453/#post-1280160
Golden leaves danced in the Autumn breeze, cooling the air surrounding Belford Academy. Not a sound could be heard, except the faint rustle of when two leave gently pushed against one another. The aroma of maple trees consumed the air, spreading it's sweetness everywhere. All was calm... inside, however, was a completely different story. Golden decorations adorned the grand hall, showing off the Splendor of Belford academy. Every noise could be heard, including the thumps of boys jostling among one another in order to get their ideal seat. The scent of warm sweat filled the hall, radiating from the boys everything. All was chaos, as usual on the first day of term.
The headmaster of the school watched the scene below him in mild amusement. These boys were supposed to be the most elite in the world, yet it would be impossible to tell. Pupil attending Belford Academy were the richest, the strongest, the cleverest- The Best. Unbeatable boys, to be the leaders of tommorow. Except if you threw them all into a hall together, and left them to their own devices, they quickly turned to primeval apes. There was probably a philosophical meaning in that observation- the headmaster didn't know, or care, about it though. No, all that mattered to him was how humorous the scene was.
Alas, he couldn't let the rabble continue forever, despite the fact that a new dispute came up every few seconds to bring yet another smirk to his face. There was an assembly to hold, one which contained information which would provide a thousand times more entertainment. Before he held it though, the headmaster did a final survey of the hall. Roughly one thousand chairs stood in distorted rows across the hall, with a narrow parting down the middle of them. On either side of the chairs was a gap, separating the chairs from the luxurious walls, covered in the finest paintings. Behind the chairs was a fairly large congregation space, which led to two double doors, one on each side of the hall. Across the hall, a plush carpet with intricate patterns dressed the floor, still immaculate after many years of muddy shoes (thank the cleaners for that). However, the most impressive thing about hall was what resided at the very front of it. A raised mahogany stage lay inside a wide indent in the wall, with a pair of subtle staircases running down to the main hall on both open corners of it. Currently a lectern was erected in the center of it, with a microphone on it, ready for the headmaster to make his speech. Just behind the lectern were a few seats in a semi-circle, each with a teacher sat upon it. Not that you'd be able to tell from the main hall. Most of the stage, except for the very edge, was hidden behind royal maroon curtains, complete with fancy folds.
Finished with spying on the mob of boys below the stage, the headmaster walked away from the gap in the curtains which he'd been peeking through. Ready, he took his place behind the lectern. At the simple signal of him lifting his hand, the curtains dropped away in an instant, revealing the stage and its contents to the horde of students. The headmaster loudly, purposefully, cleared his throat, gaining the attention of about the half the hall. Then he waited. Even among the most elite teens in the world, the headmaster's presence was a powerful one, one they couldn't ignore. This was the man who had controlled most of today's world leaders. This was the man who had dominated several generations of major CEOs. This was the man who had ruled nearly every man or woman these teens admired. And now this man was to reign over them. So when he waited for silence in the hall, he got it faster than you could say 'unsurpassable'. Thus the assembly began.
"Welcome to the Belford Boarding Academy for Opulent Youth."
Not that anybody calls it by that mouthful of a name.
"My name is Mr. Haroun, and I shall be your headmaster for the next year."
I shall also become one of your greatest fears.
"Some of you may recognize me from spending previous years at the school."
But I doubt you recognize one another as your heads were too far stuck up your own arses.
"There are various rules and things I should tell you, but I'm going to leave that to your form tutors."
No that you were going to listen to that s*** anyway.
"Instead, I have some intriguing news to give you all."
Which might actually make you interested in somebody other than yourselves for once.
"As you all know this is an all-boys school, and it has been for many years."
A fact I have used to fuel my secret porn company, by blocking all other porn on school computers except my own company's.
"But this year I have decided to favour a more modern idea over tradition."
To put it ostentatiously.
"There shall be one girl attending the school this year."
Pause for effect while the glance around.
"That girl is the daughter of the Farrell family."
Let that just sink in...
"And she is here to find a suitable suitor."
Glare at them intimidatingly so that total frenzy doesn't break out.
"The catch is you won't know who she is. You have to figure out who she is yourselves."
If you can.
"Basically, this is a competition to find who out who the girl is, and make her fall in love with you."
A competition all of you stuck-up children think you will win.
"I only have three rules: No violence, no stripping, no coercing."
I'm sure those rules won't be followed. Thankfully, I find joy in punishing you all.
"Good luck to you all, and may the best man win."
You'll need it with my plans.
"Dismissed."
Though I'll still be watching you all from my office after you leave, laughing.
As per usual, Mr. Haroun's speech was so blunt and to the the point (pardoning the pun) that it contained little helpful information to the pupils. Which it was likely they'd complain about. However, what they didn't realize was that Mr. Haroun was teaching them a life lesson: if you want to know something, find it out yourself. Great people aren't spoon fed, they consume everything they see forcefully. Or something like that at least. Although the fact that the headmaster got a buzz from watching his students confusion could also be a factor to why he gave such vague assemblies.
The point was, when Mr. Haroun stepped away from the lectern, and began to stroll out of the hall, the deputy head had to step up to explain things after the headmaster's inadequate speech. "Good morning pupils, I'm Mr. Humfrey," the deputy introduced with a sigh, cleaning up after the headmaster's mess yet again, "While the headmaster has done a wonderful job at describing the...competition...he has failed to mention what you should all do next. Since this is the first day, instead of instantly attending normal lessons, you will have orientation in your form room this morning. This is so that you can learn the school rules, be assigned dorm rooms, given time tables, and all of that. There will also be some familiarization exercises, allowing you to get to know each other and your form tutor. As I mentioned, all of this will happen in your form room, which you should have already been told the location of. If you haven't, well, ask somebody. I don't care who. Any other questions you have should go to your form tutor. Um...that's it I guess. Try to leave in an orderly fashion." Try being the key word in that sentence. Mr. Humfrey had little belief in the pupils' ability to actual do so.
With the assembly concluded, the teachers sat on the stage shot off, attempting to file out of the hall while the students were still dazed. Doing otherwise would leave them stuck in a mosh pit. A posh mosh pit, but a mosh pit nonetheless. Thankfully they all escaped- just in time. Because now all of the students were free to unleash all of their excitement and energy not only into normal school work, but also the contest that had been presented to them. It was time for the wolves to begin their hunt- let's just hope our magnolia doesn't get crushed too soon.
((That's the introduction guys! Sorry if it's bad, there was a fair bit I wanted to say. Anyway, you are all in the same form! Your form room is just down the corridor. Your form tutor is the oh-so-caring-not Mr. Humfrey. He'll let you get away with blue murder, so you can talk freely even in 'class' (form time to be technical). Use this time wisely to get into character and to familiarize yourselves with your surroundings. Remember to be sneaky, and get to know others while keeping your guard up. I hope you guys have fun!))
OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-magnolia-hidden-among-wolves-sign-ups-closed-ooc.54453/#post-1280160
Golden leaves danced in the Autumn breeze, cooling the air surrounding Belford Academy. Not a sound could be heard, except the faint rustle of when two leave gently pushed against one another. The aroma of maple trees consumed the air, spreading it's sweetness everywhere. All was calm... inside, however, was a completely different story. Golden decorations adorned the grand hall, showing off the Splendor of Belford academy. Every noise could be heard, including the thumps of boys jostling among one another in order to get their ideal seat. The scent of warm sweat filled the hall, radiating from the boys everything. All was chaos, as usual on the first day of term.
The headmaster of the school watched the scene below him in mild amusement. These boys were supposed to be the most elite in the world, yet it would be impossible to tell. Pupil attending Belford Academy were the richest, the strongest, the cleverest- The Best. Unbeatable boys, to be the leaders of tommorow. Except if you threw them all into a hall together, and left them to their own devices, they quickly turned to primeval apes. There was probably a philosophical meaning in that observation- the headmaster didn't know, or care, about it though. No, all that mattered to him was how humorous the scene was.
Alas, he couldn't let the rabble continue forever, despite the fact that a new dispute came up every few seconds to bring yet another smirk to his face. There was an assembly to hold, one which contained information which would provide a thousand times more entertainment. Before he held it though, the headmaster did a final survey of the hall. Roughly one thousand chairs stood in distorted rows across the hall, with a narrow parting down the middle of them. On either side of the chairs was a gap, separating the chairs from the luxurious walls, covered in the finest paintings. Behind the chairs was a fairly large congregation space, which led to two double doors, one on each side of the hall. Across the hall, a plush carpet with intricate patterns dressed the floor, still immaculate after many years of muddy shoes (thank the cleaners for that). However, the most impressive thing about hall was what resided at the very front of it. A raised mahogany stage lay inside a wide indent in the wall, with a pair of subtle staircases running down to the main hall on both open corners of it. Currently a lectern was erected in the center of it, with a microphone on it, ready for the headmaster to make his speech. Just behind the lectern were a few seats in a semi-circle, each with a teacher sat upon it. Not that you'd be able to tell from the main hall. Most of the stage, except for the very edge, was hidden behind royal maroon curtains, complete with fancy folds.
Finished with spying on the mob of boys below the stage, the headmaster walked away from the gap in the curtains which he'd been peeking through. Ready, he took his place behind the lectern. At the simple signal of him lifting his hand, the curtains dropped away in an instant, revealing the stage and its contents to the horde of students. The headmaster loudly, purposefully, cleared his throat, gaining the attention of about the half the hall. Then he waited. Even among the most elite teens in the world, the headmaster's presence was a powerful one, one they couldn't ignore. This was the man who had controlled most of today's world leaders. This was the man who had dominated several generations of major CEOs. This was the man who had ruled nearly every man or woman these teens admired. And now this man was to reign over them. So when he waited for silence in the hall, he got it faster than you could say 'unsurpassable'. Thus the assembly began.
"Welcome to the Belford Boarding Academy for Opulent Youth."
Not that anybody calls it by that mouthful of a name.
"My name is Mr. Haroun, and I shall be your headmaster for the next year."
I shall also become one of your greatest fears.
"Some of you may recognize me from spending previous years at the school."
But I doubt you recognize one another as your heads were too far stuck up your own arses.
"There are various rules and things I should tell you, but I'm going to leave that to your form tutors."
No that you were going to listen to that s*** anyway.
"Instead, I have some intriguing news to give you all."
Which might actually make you interested in somebody other than yourselves for once.
"As you all know this is an all-boys school, and it has been for many years."
A fact I have used to fuel my secret porn company, by blocking all other porn on school computers except my own company's.
"But this year I have decided to favour a more modern idea over tradition."
To put it ostentatiously.
"There shall be one girl attending the school this year."
Pause for effect while the glance around.
"That girl is the daughter of the Farrell family."
Let that just sink in...
"And she is here to find a suitable suitor."
Glare at them intimidatingly so that total frenzy doesn't break out.
"The catch is you won't know who she is. You have to figure out who she is yourselves."
If you can.
"Basically, this is a competition to find who out who the girl is, and make her fall in love with you."
A competition all of you stuck-up children think you will win.
"I only have three rules: No violence, no stripping, no coercing."
I'm sure those rules won't be followed. Thankfully, I find joy in punishing you all.
"Good luck to you all, and may the best man win."
You'll need it with my plans.
"Dismissed."
Though I'll still be watching you all from my office after you leave, laughing.
As per usual, Mr. Haroun's speech was so blunt and to the the point (pardoning the pun) that it contained little helpful information to the pupils. Which it was likely they'd complain about. However, what they didn't realize was that Mr. Haroun was teaching them a life lesson: if you want to know something, find it out yourself. Great people aren't spoon fed, they consume everything they see forcefully. Or something like that at least. Although the fact that the headmaster got a buzz from watching his students confusion could also be a factor to why he gave such vague assemblies.
The point was, when Mr. Haroun stepped away from the lectern, and began to stroll out of the hall, the deputy head had to step up to explain things after the headmaster's inadequate speech. "Good morning pupils, I'm Mr. Humfrey," the deputy introduced with a sigh, cleaning up after the headmaster's mess yet again, "While the headmaster has done a wonderful job at describing the...competition...he has failed to mention what you should all do next. Since this is the first day, instead of instantly attending normal lessons, you will have orientation in your form room this morning. This is so that you can learn the school rules, be assigned dorm rooms, given time tables, and all of that. There will also be some familiarization exercises, allowing you to get to know each other and your form tutor. As I mentioned, all of this will happen in your form room, which you should have already been told the location of. If you haven't, well, ask somebody. I don't care who. Any other questions you have should go to your form tutor. Um...that's it I guess. Try to leave in an orderly fashion." Try being the key word in that sentence. Mr. Humfrey had little belief in the pupils' ability to actual do so.
With the assembly concluded, the teachers sat on the stage shot off, attempting to file out of the hall while the students were still dazed. Doing otherwise would leave them stuck in a mosh pit. A posh mosh pit, but a mosh pit nonetheless. Thankfully they all escaped- just in time. Because now all of the students were free to unleash all of their excitement and energy not only into normal school work, but also the contest that had been presented to them. It was time for the wolves to begin their hunt- let's just hope our magnolia doesn't get crushed too soon.
((That's the introduction guys! Sorry if it's bad, there was a fair bit I wanted to say. Anyway, you are all in the same form! Your form room is just down the corridor. Your form tutor is the oh-so-caring-not Mr. Humfrey. He'll let you get away with blue murder, so you can talk freely even in 'class' (form time to be technical). Use this time wisely to get into character and to familiarize yourselves with your surroundings. Remember to be sneaky, and get to know others while keeping your guard up. I hope you guys have fun!))
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