Babylon School For Exceptional Youth

Lilli got bored quickly. She had no idea what to play next. She nearly played all her music. Though, she didn't memorize it, she didn't feel like sticking around. She wanted to talk to someone new. She looked around for some interesting to talk with, and her eyes fell on a girl playing the harp. She seemed nice. Lilli stood up and made her way to the young girl. The girl was close to a foot taller then herself, but that was because Lilli was extremely short.

Lilli waited for the girl to finish what she was doing. The girl had obviously realized she was there because she glanced up. 'How did she even see me? She didn't even look up.' Lilli was a little confused, but she ignored what had happened. Maybe she could sense the presents of someone, or something neat like that. Lilli thought about it, but realized she was standing there, and probably looked stupid. "Hi, my name is Lilli." She blurted out. Lilli realized she probably almost yelled this. She she said it again. "Sorry, I mean my name is Lilli." Lilli said a little quieter and calmer.



Aubrie sat for a while, quietly. But after a few minutes of sitting that way, she was fed up with the silence. She scooched down the bleachers, towards the few people who were already sitting there. It hadn't seemed that the two people had realized her moving her way towards them. It was a girl and a boy. She thought she recognized the boy, but who knew. It seemed as if they were bickering. "Hello there!" She almost yelled. They both almost jumped at the same time. Aubrie laughed at their reaction to what she had said. She almost fell off where she was sitting. "Sorry about that. By the way, if you were wondering, my name is Aubrie." She said, still laughing.

Jason pulled out a folded map out of his pocket with his free hand and quickly unfolded it. He searched the Gym's location on the map with his eyes, but couldn't find it no matter how many times he went through the map, nor how many times did he change the angle he was looking at the map. He raised his head and sighed with frustration.

"Hey,"

Jason turned around towards the feminine voice. "Are you looking for something?" She approached him and glanced at his schedule, which made him slightly uncomfortable. "Y-yeah....." He said as he looked at her eyes, moving as she read through his schedule. "If you're looking for the gym and the pool, they're outside in their own building. Its around the side of the school. You can't miss it." She said and smiled at him. Jason tried smiling back at her, his lips curled upwards in an akward way. "Thanks." He said with his akward smile still 'stuck' on his face. The girl turned and walked away. And as soon as she did, Jason returned to his dead serious appearance and began walking outside of the hall.

As he stepped out of the building, he walked a few meters before noticing the relatively small building, which was where he was supposed to be at. Jason jogged towards the building as a warm up before his lesson. He didn't want any sprained muscles on his first day at his new home. After a few seconds, Jason arrived at the enterance of the building. He shook his arms and legs, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside. He could see the teacher was already there. Jason approached him. The teacher heard his steps and swiftly turned around, surprising Jason, thus making him halt. "Hello! I'm Nikolaus Summers! Warm-up your body while the rest of the students are arriving." Jason nodded and began stretching his body, starting with his neck, then his arms. He hoped this lesson will loosen him up, so he won't have any sudden outbursts again for sure.

WILDLIFE BIOLOGY with Mr. Pamalar

Danielle waited impatiently for the teacher to arrive. Few students were picking their seats here and there, but no one particularaly came her way so she coaxed Pan to sit on top of the desk next to her. A boy walked into the classroom, rather upset, but trying to push the thoughts away. In his head she saw him being pushed in the hallway and for some reason this upset her, for she knew it wasn't his fault.

She lowered her eyebrows in frustration, but shook her head of her thoughts. It was none of her business and she shouldn't get involved, but something about him drew her to him. She had no idea what it was so she decided to be a bit brave and break out of her normal shell. She picked up her belongings and called Pan as she sat in the seat next to Ezekiel. Her fox hopped up onto the desk and lay down, curling it's fluffy tail around it's body as he closed his eyes. Danielle giggled at this then turned to the boy she had sat next to. "I'm Dani. Well, Danielle, but you can call me whatever." She gave a half smile and continued, "Your Ezekiel?" She asked, as if she didn't already know. She didn't like to flaunt her powers, but once people knew, it wasn't really a big deal. Except for the fact that she lost numerous friends over it. They always thought that she was controlling them, but she would never do that to a friend unless it was for their own good. Regardless, mostly she had done nothing. She shook the past away and looked to her pet, stroking him from his head to his tail.

Wildlife Biology Class W/ Mr. Pamalar

Ezekiel flipped through his MP3 player for a few seconds before he noticed feet approaching the desk to his right, making his eyes trail over. Something red caught his eyes for a minute before he found himself sitting up in his desk a little bit, 'Is that a damn fox...' he asked himself, knowing good and well it was. There used to be a few at their land back home but most of them had been whipped out by cattle farmers. His eyes were locked on the fox for a minute before seeing the owner's hand show up, catching his attention. "I'm Dani. Well, Danielle, but you can call me whatever." Ezekiel's eyes looked directly at the black haired girl, "You're Ezekiel?"

Ezekiel's mouth opened faintly and closed again, "Er, Yeah." a confused grin showed up on his face, "I'm going to take a guess and say you're a mind reader...?" The grin on his face got a little wider, his arms going to the sides of his chair and pushing himself further back into it, removing what slouch he had. "Regardless," He started, his left hand stretching across himself, his hand held out, "It's nice to meet you, Dani." His eyes broke from hers and went down to the fox, "And who's this little guy...?" He asked, looking back at her. Other students began coming into the classroom, a smaller amount than what was in his last class. It seemed to be like that everywhere for most classes involving the outdoors these days.

Danielle watched every movement of his, the expression on his face and every word he said seemed to echo through her head, "Er, Yeah. I'm going to take a guess and say you're a mind reader...?" A light melodic giggle escaped her mouth and she cleared her throat before speaking again. "Well...yeah, I guess you could say that, but there's a little more to it then just reading minds..." She paused, not really wanting to elaborate, but if he asked, she wasn't prepared to lie to his face. That was no way to make friends, lying, she had dealt with too many in her past and she knew that wasn't a way to build any relationship with someone. Besides, he would probably figure it out on his own if he studyed her enough.

"Regardless, It's nice to meet you, Dani." A grin formed on her face as she shook his extended hand. "Nice to meet you." She said, unable to remove the remarkable, teeth showing, smile. Her eyes went to her pet, as did Ezekiel's mind and she knew the question was coming before he even spoke it. "And who's this little guy...?" Danielle ran her hand over her fox again then turned to look Ezekiel in the eye with her stunning midnight blue ones before saying, "This is my darling Pan." She giggled again and continued. "It's his Birthday today."

Kyra smiled at her student, and nodded towards the other students. Once they got introductions out of the way she turned to the board and started writing again. "Today we are going to go over some rules of my classrrom, I know headmistress already went over school rules but those are slightly different from mine." She started, writing out the rules.

RULES OF ENGLISH; Ms. Chartreuse

1. No talking when I'm talking, you will not like me if you do.
2. Do not comment on the food that is brought into this class room by me.
3. Phones/ipods are okay, if you are passing my class. If not then I will take them up.
4. Stay awake, I like to play pranks.
5. If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask, I don't bite.

"Understood?" She asked, still standing infront of the classroom. She didn't want to seem like she was going to be a hard teacher, her class was pretty easy.

Tirka opened her notebook, and quickly copied the class rules into the inside of the cover. The teacher seemed nice enough, so Tirka raised her hand to ask a question.

Kyra looked at her students after she wrote the rules on the board. "Yes Tirka?" She asked, nodding her head at her student.

The first thing Gordo does when he makes it back to his room is fall face first right in to his bed, taking in long deep breaths and exhaling slowly. The day was not even a quarter of the way over and already he is sick of this place. He gets the same feeling he got in normal schools even though he had hoped he would get a different vibe considering the sort of people he is around. So why don't you just stir up some trouble? See what the buzz is with the other students.
For a long moment Gordo just lays there, his face buried in to the coolness of the pillow but suddenly his face lifts up and he has a quizzical look in his eyes. That thought wasn't his. Well, it was. He knew he was thinking it... at least, he thinks he was. Rolling off the bed to hop back to his feet, Gordo rubs his face vigorously and walks towards the window, pulling it open and hanging his head slightly out to feel the fresh air. He is sure that the thought was his but it was not his more common diction and the slang had been all wrong.
There is sure to be a telepath or two at this place. Maybe one of them got in to my head? He cannot stop the thought from coming to him and again he cannot help but think about the implications telepathy might have on his reactive adaptation. This was just the sort of environment that he has been looking for in order to better understand his powers and now here he is considering running away before he even has a chance to understand. Gordo quickly begins digging through his bag to grab a few essentials, his class schedule among them, and heads out the door. He may not make it for Swimming class but he'll be there for lunch and then off to Mutant Studies.
As he makes his way downstairs he wonders the best ways he might be able to test out some of the questions he has had about his powers. With out even giving a second guess to that invasive thought from back in his room, Gordo smirks and says to himself, "I s'pose I could always start a little trouble."
He glances down at his schedule to see the name of his teacher in Mutant Studies and feels a strange pang of recognition when he reads Mrs. McAllister-Summers. Summers. He is sure that the name is supposed to mean something to him and he is sure that it was just recently that this information was known to him. He does not contemplate it for long, though as he folds up the paper and stuffs it in to his pocket, shaking the feeling off as some sort of imagined deja vu.

"Umm, I was wondering what topics we'd be covering this term, miss?" She wanted to be prepared. Her tail was raised along the line of her back as usual, and the tip of it flicked slightly, back and forth.

Luzia listened to the boy's thoughts but for some reason she couldn't understand some of it, probably swedish or turkish or maybe slovakian. Luzia began to smile as if he was actually slovakian, for some reason she loved that country. She was taking down notes of the lesson, mostly just the rules and other not important things, however she would turn to the back of her book and write what she thought the spelling would be from the boy's thoughts. When she finished writing it she made a reminder to look it up on a translation site. Most of the time she used it, it would automatically tell you which language it was. Luzia highlighted the task, before going back to the actual work page.
The teacher was now going on about the basic rules to remember. Luzia decided to not take any notes as she knew all of the basics off by heart and said them along in her mind, even though shee could hear the teacher think of it beforehand .

The ambient chaos was unbearable. Roman could usually play through distractions, but the clash of uncomplimentary noises were slowly breaching his barrier of concentration. He sighed to himself and waited for the bell to ring, hoping the next period would give him the much needed structure that this class had seemed to be lacking. He proceeded to people watch, the girl with the guitar, the boy on the piano, and the few other students who either knew how to play, or who just looked like they knew what type of instrument was in their hand.

((OOC:I kinda want to skip to the end of the day lol. We need more efficient progression.))

Gwen noticed the boy on the cello had stopped playing. She murmered something to him, realizing he wouldn't be able to hear her over the noise in the room. "You played beautifully.." she said a bit louder this time, offering him a smile, trying to remember his name. She softly strummed random chords on the guitar absentmindedly. She awaited to see if he would reply, still smiling at him.

(( sorry for not being on... School had been hectic with drama and a project I had to do XP))

As he put the final digits to the solution of the the problem that had been placed on the board in front of him on his paper, Vas's head had been instantaneously drowned with questions that required immediate answers. The only place that could possibly contain the answers his brain thirsted for was the library. How do I get out of this classroom? He thought to himself.

Vas took a moment to configure a strategy to escape the classroom he was currently confined too, and after running through his scheme several times he was ready to set things in motion. Vas raised his hand to signal Miss Slane's attention to him, and once her gaze was apon him with her full attention Vas calmly said "Miss Slane, I have completed the problem may I go to the restroom?" The women gave him a accepting node and after taking a few seconds to gather his belongings he exited the room with images of the library in his head.

Tirka was so bored. She had read most of the books the teacher was talking about. She blunk a couple of times and sat up straighter when a note landed on her desk. She looked around, and a girl was looking at her. Me? Tirka mouthed, and the girl nodded slowly, as if she thought she was stupid. She opened the note, and read. it. I saw you change. Are you a lycanthrope? Tirka looked up again, and nodded. The girl raised her eyebrows, and scrawled another note, flicking it neatly onto the desk. That's a lousy power. I can fly. Tirka looked at the girl again. She was smirking. A little alarm bell went off in her head. Snob alert! she thought. Keeping her eyes fixed on the girl, she crumpled up both notes in her hand, held them up so the girl could see them, and set them alight with a thought. The girl's eyes widened, and she turned back to her work. Tirka did the same, fighting the urge to laugh.