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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on May 7, 2009 20:37:32 GMT -5
He saw Skye wave him over, and gulped hard. Thankfully, Kara seemed blissfully unaware...but how long would that blessing last?
Not seeing any other object he moved over to Skye with a smile and took the seat next to her.
"Uh...hey Skye, fancy seeing you here eh?" He'd know Skye was a student. He'd mentioned her name to one of his house mates, and they'd informed him of a girl in the school by the same name. Apparently she did not find out about him though.
"So how are ya doing?" He asked, non nonchalantly as he sat down. "Didn't think when we both said we were in school we were class mates, go figure eh?" He said, finding it a simple enough conversation topic.
He might get out of this day alive, maybe.
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Post by veronica on May 8, 2009 14:35:42 GMT -5
The room was filling up fast. Veronica stood at the front, near the giant blackboard, maintaining a nervous smile.
Veronica's previous lesson plan was out the window. She hadn't fully realized the variation of ages until now, and doing something theoretical would be, quite frankly, boring. Victoria did NOT want to be known as a stiff, formal, and dull teacher. Students would have fun in her class, whether they liked it or not.
But now that Veronica was playing it by ear, she had no idea where to go. She wanted a practical lesson, but she knew nothing of the students' capabilities. She twirled a string of hair in panic. Short of browsing through student records, how could she appraise the students' powers.
And then a perfect lesson plan presented itself to her. She stood in front of her desk, and proclaimed in a loud, booming voice; "Excuse me... er... students. Class... Everybody! Everybody, listen up! Log off the computers, and group up by the chalkboard, please! Single file, and as fast as you can."
Veronica cringed inwardly. She sounded like her eighth grade English teacher.
As soon as everybody was down, they would find the bleachers to retract. Various slots would open up in the floor, and a few training dummies and targets would appear on the walls, floor and ceiling. Veronica fumbled with a few knobs, setting the room to the way she wanted it.
Three training dummies stood in the center of the room. Veronica reached into a large dufflebag and threw random objects onto the ground. A few broken chair legs, some fairly large rocks, and other assorted things.
Veronica observed the line of students, luckily picking out a familiar one. She beckoned at a blue-haired kid with cat ears. "Hey... um, Lance, was it? Would you mind being my example?"
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Post by Skye Malizia on May 8, 2009 22:25:59 GMT -5
Skye's astonishment was genuine, and she smacked Leo playfully when he sat with her.
"Silly boy! I cannot believe it!" She was about to speak further on the topic when Veronica started class, and Skye perked up just a bit. She followed the instructions, removing her purse from the chair next to her and slinging it over her shoulder. She walked to the front of the classroom with Leo, curious. As everything sprung into place, Skye jumped, having not expected it.
"Wow. Did you know this happens?" Skye asked the boy, gesturing to the dummies and whatnot.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on May 9, 2009 22:01:04 GMT -5
Locke wasn't aware someone was talking to him at first, as he moved around the transforming room. Until he looked up to see who she was talking to and saw her looking at him. He then remembered where he had seen her.
Oh damn it all! She was that Agent!
In response, he moved towards the front of the class, muttering.
"Close enough. So what am I being the guinea pig for?" He asked of her. One would wonder if he was being difficult, was unimpressed, or was just being Locke.
Really, they all kind of melded together so it was kind of hard to tell.
A glance at the students revealed a great many people he did not know, in fact he wagered to say Leo was the only one in here he had even seen before, how lovely. He didn't even speak with, or like Leo. Sure, the older punk had talked to Locke once, but Locke had a theory that he was just doing to get in good with Morgan.
Then it occurred to Locke, she already knew what he could do, maybe that was why she called on him. It made sense after all.
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Post by veronica on May 16, 2009 14:02:03 GMT -5
Veronica smiled at the little boy, even through his obnoxious comment. She really needed a friendly face here. She turned and faced the entire class.
"Since this is our first class together, I have no idea what you guys can do, or what you're capable of. This little exercise is designed so I can find out just that, and maybe even spark your creativity a little bit."
"Now, the primary focus of my class will be to help you control and nurture your gifts. My secondary concern is getting you guys to use your gifts in many different ways. Lance here will demonstrate."
She turned back to Lance, making sure he had no say in the matter. "Lance, I want you to use your gift in a way that is offensive against the target dummy over there." She pointed at one of the three dummys in the center of the room. "Then in a way that is defensive against this." she pointed at a remote-controlled softball shooter, similar to something one would see in a batting cage.
"Some of you will have powers that aren't as direct as Lance's. For those, I will be your target." She smiled winsomely at the class.
"Lance... go ahead."
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on May 16, 2009 20:57:26 GMT -5
Kara didn't like Veronica.
When the classroom shifted, Kara lurched in surprise. Apparently everyone else had been given the heads-up, but Kara was too absorbed with her music to hear anything. So when the computers disappeared, her headphones were ripped out of her ears and vanished with the desks. She seethed silently.
Now she was very aware of everyone. She could feel their presences, new and familiar, and they aggitated her. As Veronica outlined what she wanted everyone to do, Kara rolled her eyes. None of her powers would work on a dummy. But to her horror, the teacher compensated for that. She volunteered herself. This was the ultimate reason why Kara didn't like the woman.
She wasn't going to use her power. She already knew what she was capable of. So did everyone else here. She didn't need to prove it a second time. Or, she glanced over and saw Leo standing with Skye, a third time for some. As delicious a prospect as dropping a teacher to their knees was, Kara wasn't willing to do it if it meant breaking a promise to herself. Those promises were the only ones she could count on.
So she hovered at the back of the students, inching toward the door. It looked like today was just going to be an introduction to one another. Kara didn't want to know what it was Veronica Park could do, and she didn't want the teacher to be any wiser of her powers. Kara took a deep breath, relaxed, and melted into the background.
With her invisibility, she gently coaxed herself to the door. With no feelings of alarm or alertness coming from the group, Kara decided she was safe from being discovered. Then the girl's foot caught in one of the slots and she stumbled. Her increased heartrate and panic threw her out of her stealthy cover, and she tripped. The only sound she made was the impact when she hit the floor, no grunt or gasp or anything to indicate she was hurt, and she was very visible to anyone whose gaze might've been attracted by the thud.
Without hesitating Kara pulled herself to her feet and continued to the door, fully intending to leave.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on May 16, 2009 21:45:09 GMT -5
Chris had slept in.
Alot.
He'd skipped a shower, thrown on the clothes that were still on the floor where he threw them last night, grabbed a muffin for breakfast, and ran out the door, and he was still late. He sprinted most of the way to class, and even though he phased through most of the walls between him and class, he knew he was in for a lecture.
Running down the last hall because he needed to see the room numbers, he tried to stop just before the door so the teacher wouldn't know he was running, but his momentum proved too much for him. Grabbing the doorframe with one hand, he swung around it and into class. This managed to kill most of his speed, but he just about ran face first into Kara, too.
His face paled. He knew who she was; he knew who everyone was, and unlike the socialites, his everyone included other wallflowers like himself. He also knew what she could do, and he was afraid. Interested no doubt, but petrified. Chris always prided himself on being able to hide his emotions from all but those who knew him intimately; he didn't like the idea of a stranger being able to sense how he felt, let alone influence it.
In this moment of weakness, he abruptly became visible, inches in front of Kara. He stared for a moment, something he would never do if he knew people could see him, and then stepped aside. She seemed to be leaving; far be it from him to get in the way. He attempted to fade slowly back to visibility off to the side, and only then noticed he already was. Instantly his eyes shot to the floor, and he leaned on the wall, watching for Kara to leave only with his peripherals.
He seemed to have forgotten there were other people in the room.
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Post by ∴ Anthony on May 17, 2009 9:35:58 GMT -5
Anthony wasn't too far from where Chris stood. He'd been there awhile, actually. No one had noticed him come in, but then again, no one ever did. His walking was almost as silent as his talking, and his dark wardrobe wasn't exactly eye-catching. The only things that would draw any attention were the silver crucifix hanging from a chain around his neck or the piercings in his lips, but even them only in the right light.
He stared at Chris, blatantly, unabashedly. Not that it mattered, since the boy's attention was fixed on that other girl so fully. He probably could have walked right up to Chris and not even got his attention until his nose touched the older boy's shoulder. It was entertaining, really, and the smallest of smirks played across his lips, shifting the metal protruding from them very slightly. If Chris didn't look so frightened Anthony might have guessed he was dating the girl; he sure was whipped, anyway.
The disturbance didn't hold his attention for much longer, though, and he eventually turned back to watch the rest of the class.
He knew there was no purpose in him being in this class, but with no prior knowledge of it being a practical he'd shown up anyway. He could have done some research and been done with it, actually got his work done, but this... Well, at least it would be fun to watch. As long as the rest of the class didn't get offended by the idea and leave, like the creepy girl. Then he'd just be stuck here alone with the teacher, because unlike the rest of them, he didn't have the option to leave.
The crucifix, unnaturally heavy on his chest, reminded him that skipping class was the first step back down the road religion had helped turned him off of. He'd skipped so many classes lately they were threatening to throw him out, and he knew if he got thrown out he'd have to live on the street or in an orphanage, and if he lived either of those places he'd get mixed up with drugs and violence again, so, like it or not, he was going to attend his classes.
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Post by veronica on Jun 7, 2009 15:38:47 GMT -5
Veronica whipped around from Locke to view the unfortunate person who made such a loud noise in the middle of her lesson. Granted, it wasn't exactly 'loud' per say, but it was loud enough to be heard in the dead silence of the classroom. And when the girl got up and persisted to walk towards the door, presumably on her way to sneak out, nervousness had gone out the window.
The Gifts teacher rushed towards the exit to the classroom, reaching the door in time to grab the wrist of the student. Slowly, Veronica turned an icy glare towards the girl. Her eyes were agates, as cold and sharp as frozen glass. There was no expression on that face except for in the eyes. For a little added effect, the length Veronica's hair, and all ten of her perfectly manicured nails turned as hard as her eyes, albeit in a more literal fashion.
Veronica stared at Kara for a good two minutes, then let out an icy. "You're name, please." No 'what do you think you are doing' nonsense. Veronica strongly believed not to ask questions you already knew the answer to.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Jul 6, 2009 12:01:40 GMT -5
Kara was under no false illusions. Before Veronica demanded to know her name, Kara already had one prepared. However, she knew the alias would last as long as Veronica didn't check the class registry, but she couldn't really care. She didn't want to be here, and no one was forcing her to. Yet.
"Kristen Newman," she replied, voice uncharacteristically peppy, "I need to be excused, I have a guidance appointment," she motioned out the door, and at the same time she pumped the teacher with the desire to let Kara get away with it. Actually, since doing that was pretty impossible, Kara was actually tapping into Veronica's more sensitive nature and pulling on her sympathy strings. Her mouth fell into a pained frown, "My dog died, and it's... I've been having some difficulty... with, you know," she waved her hand toward the rest of the class who were all standing together, "A-and I don't want to keep you from your lesson. I'll bring a note," she promised, though she had no intention of keeping it. The skilled actress finished her performance by adding a little more pressure to the teacher's heart. The woman would feel inexplicably sad for Kara, or 'Kristen' in this case.
Kara took a step toward the door, trying to help Veronica with her decision.
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Post by veronica on Jul 15, 2009 16:04:07 GMT -5
Oh, the guidance appointment, conveniently without a note or any beforehand notification to the teacher. Veronica hadn't been Tutoring for long, but even SHE had heard that a thousand times. Her eyes stayed leveled, never dropping from "Kristen's". Veronica's mind was quickly formulating a short, but painful reprisal.
Young lady... No, names have more oomph to them Kristen, do you take me for an idiot? Do you think, in all my years of teaching Okay, tutors can lie too that I haven't heard a lie like that before? Did you think it was clever, that you had weaved an elaborate way out of class? A class that is nothing if not for your benefit? Are so selfish that you will risk losing control of your powers, injuring someone or worse? You don't-
Something inside her stopped. She suddenly couldn't recall the beginning of her lecture. Suddenly it didn't matter. Veronica felt sorry for the embarrassed girl, who was only trying to get to guidance. And then the sob story about the dog.
Veronica had a dog once. Only for a few years. When she was very little. Losing that dog came back to Veronica in a wave. Somewhere, a little part of her rebelled against this new found empathy. However, Veronica was a softie at heart, so that little willful part of her was quieted.
"Oh my... oh I'm so sorry Kristen. I didn't know... It was your dog, was it? Sad, very... sad. I'm sorry for your loss... Look, we can talk about it after class, you and me, 'kay? Only, Ms. Hart is sick today, nd we couldn't find a replacement. We have been so understaffed since.. well..."
"Look, How about you show what you can do, okay? Here, it'll take your mind off things. Now, what's your power?" Veronica place a hand on Kara's retreating shoulder reassuringly.
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