The Castle

I awoke groggily to the yelling of my friend Serena. I clutched a pillow at wrapped it around my ears to somewhat mute her. It was silent and I looked up to the loft and she wasn't there. But I heard the shower turn on so I assumed she must've been saying something about the shower while I was muting her. I sighed as I sat up. I'd fell asleep on the couch last night and my neck hurt now... I'd had a vision last night in my dreams... And not a good one.... I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and sighed. I didn't want to remember the dream so I better keep myself busy... This power was like a burden... Each night i'd have a dream. Good or Bad. Vivid or Blurry. Last night's dream was bad... And very.. Vivid.

I stood up and crossed over to my bedroom which was right beside the bathroom and across from the kitchen/living room. I walked into my bedroom and quickly glanced in the mirror. I was a mess. My blonde hair was all over the place. It had tangles and I didn't have time for a shower because Serena always took the longest. I had to comb my hair since i had no time for a shower. I winced as I dragged the comb through my hair, wincing and crying as it forced itself through the tangles. Finally I was done and my hair was straight and soft, with no tangles. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my curling iron and waited for it to heat up so I could curl my hair. Once it was hot enough, I curled it giving me loose curls.

I unplugged the curling iron after and walked over to my dresser. I spent a couple minutes trying to figure out what to wear before i picked a blue long sleeve shirt and some black pants. I always liked a bit of cute so I grabbed a black and white polka dot head band with a bow on it and I put it in my hair. I picked out a pair of boots and I slipped into some boots. I walked over to my desk and grabbed my bag. I walked out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare so breakfast. I glanced at the clock. Had it only been 15 minutes? I looked in the fridge and grabbed some stuff to make so breakfast. It would be a long day. I needed some food.

Addie slammed her palm down on the snooze button in her dorm room that she shared with Slayer, Jordyn, and Hannah. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she looked at the blinking red numbers on her clock. 7:00am, Monday morning. Groaning, she analyzed the room as usual using her powers. Everyone was calm from sleep, just like every morning. Addie sighed and pushed away her covers, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes, she yawned and swung her legs over.

"Guys, it's time to get up." Addie said mid-yawn, and reached over to grab her shower supplies case. Stumbling into the bathroom, she turned on the hot water and stepped in, letting the warm water cascade down her hair and back. Sighing in happiness, Addie reached out with her only dry hand and pressed the button on her tablet that read her schedule. Her first official class was Art, after breakfast and Personal Study. Smiling, she reached for the shampoo. Addie loved her art class. Art was the one thing she could rely on to keep her own emotions in check, because she always had everyone else's pounding inside her head anyway, she couldn't let her own emotions change dramatically.

Getting out of the shower, she put on her purple sundress, turquoise cardigan, and white lace flats. It was supposed to be a nice, sunny, day and she wanted to dress for the occasion. Grabbing her tablet, she yelled out a "Showers free! I'm heading to breakfast!" Glancing at her clock, it read 8:05am. Just in time, she thought, as she closed the door behind her she felt a sudden rush of emotion sweep over her. She staggered and braced her hand against the wall, feeling dizzy from the intensity. She couldn't pinpoint where the emotion was coming from, but in the next second in went away and she felt completely normal again. Something's happening somewhere, she thought, returning to normal and walking to the cafeteria.

Grabbing a seat by the window, she ate her usual small morning meal of an apple and gazed out at the sunshine just beginning to rise above the trees.

Slayer vacated her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, immediately wishing to crawl back in and be enveloped by warmth for another couple hours. Glancing at the clock, she realized that her habit of oversleeping had struck again. Slayer cursed silently and stalked over to the dorm's closet. No time to shower now.

Slipping into a black miniskirt and a frilly white blouse, she took a look in the full-length mirror against the wall. Ugh. Slayer rushed into the bathroom, not really desiring to be late for breakfast that morning. She quickly washed her pale face, wishing she could be as toned as some of the other girls. Slayer brushed her teeth and deep-red hair next while glancing back into the bedroom, trying to spot her boots and save time in the long run.

While pulling on her favorite black combat boots with the silver buckles, Slayer's hand slipped and she chipped a fingernail. "Ouch," she whispered harshly. The candle on Hannah's bedside table suddenly lit itself. "Sorry," she said, smiling softly at the quiet girl. Slayer trudged out of the dorm into the hallway, headed for the cafeteria, her stomach gurgling for food.

I walked to the cafeteria. I glanced down at the tablet in my hand, checking the time.
Oh god.
8:45.
I started to run, and I reached the cafeteria. I bump into a girl. I turn around continuing to run,
"Sorry!" I yell (and I mean it)
I reach the cafeteria, and sit and a table by the buffet. I feel my eyes turn color, then I slowly lift a bowl of fruit salad up off the table along with some orange juice. It floats into my hands, and I start to walk back to my dorm for personal study.

Once he arrived at the cafeteria, he was instantly confused. Everyone else there wasn't wearing the grey jumper he was. Then it hit him that this was his training uniform. Oh, well, he'd change later. Pierce quickly grabbed a fruit salad and hurried back to his dorm. He ate in silence there, then got on something more...'fitting'. A white plain t-shirt and a black vest with grey stripes. He also pulled on some brown pants. He sat on his bed and used the time for some extra sleep.

Jordyn reached the cafeteria and stepped in. Walking straight to the buffet line, she grabbed a plate and got her food. Scrambled eggs and bacon filled the plate completely, and she licked her lips hungrily. Jordyn loved food, and she could never get enough of it. Her metabolism was extremely fast, and she was grateful.

After receiving her food, she sat down at a table by herself and started eating. She watched others enter as she ate, and she wondered about all their abilities. She knew the powers varified tremendously, but she was always curious about who could do what.

She reached into her bag and grabbed her tablet, checking her schedule. Noticing the time, she stood up and put her plate in a dirty dish pan she passed. She hummed as she made her way out of the cafeteria, to the library for her Personal Class Study.

I sat at the Alcove as I heard the fireplace crackle to life. I raised an eyebrow. I hadn't heard anyone so it must've been powers. Pyrokinesis perhaps? I peered over and spotted a girl with fiery red hair and a daring fashion sense. Her eyes were mysterious. I watched the girl cross the room and disappear behind a large book shelf. I contemplated whether I should talk to her or not.... What would I say? I can't just use my powers to find something interesting... That's an invasion of privacy... What if I stumbled upon a secret?

I slid off the alcove, away from my view and comfy seat. I walked slowly around and pretended to be busy, finding a book when I was studying her. She appeared to be browsing the section. I walked around so I could actually see her... Maybe some conversation wasn't all bad. "Hello... My name is Amelia... Need any help finding a book?" I smiled at her.

Slayer looked to her right as the blonde girl from the window spoke to her in a friendly manner. "Hello... My name is Amelia... Need any help finding a book?"

Finally someone was speaking to her in this place. Slayer had begun to feel lonely. "Actually yes, thanks," Slayer grinned, happy to be able to finally use her voice. "I'm not entirely sure of the system in here. There's just so much to choose from." The echo created by the vastness of the library validated just how big it was.

Slayer heard the door open around the corner, Hannah appearing behind it. She glanced at the young girl from her dorm, who smiled and waved. Naturally, Slayer smiled back.

Jordyn reached the library and turned the doorknob, pushing the giant door open. Immediately, she inhaled deeply like a sign of relief. The library was probably her favorite place in the castle, right next to the training room.

She walked up and down the closet aisles, running her tan fingers along the spines of books. Her fingers kept going until she hit a rather rough book. She stopped and looked at it, pulling it out of its place on the shelf. The book was large and heavy, with what looked like a million pages. Flipping open the cover brown cover, Jordyn could tell it was ancient from the look of the thick pages. The words looked like they were handwritten in perfect cursive.

A small smile formed on her face and she closed the book, a bit of dust flying. The dust caused her to sneeze several times. Unfortunately, when she sneezed she sounded like a mouse. Shaking her head, she took the heavy book with her. As she walked to the back of the library for a vacant table, she passed one of her roomates, Hannah, and smiled a little. "Hi, Hannah."

Addie finished her apple a little past 8:45, and proceeded to check her tablet. Personal Class Study. Addie smiled and headed to the library, so much better than studying alone in her room. Plus, what was she going to study for? Art? No, Addie decided to just sit and relax for the remaining hour she had alone. Back in her old home, she would have been with friends, or maybe even Peter, her ex-boyfriend. She wondered what Peter was doing? How had he reacted last year when Addie had been whisked away suddenly, never to return? What had her parents done? Probably pretended she died, Addie snorted, remembering how little they had cared about her well-being. Now she finally understood. They knew someday this would need to happen, so they were just acting as parents until Addie's powers developed. Then they could send her away without a care in the world.

Addie entered the library silently, spying Jordyn in the back corner, she walked over to her roommate with a smile on her face. As she spotted Jordyn, that wave of negative emotion from earlier flowed over Addie again, causing her knees to weaken and her tablet to fall to the ground. Addie grabbed a chair for support, and this time used her powers simultaneously to pinpoint the emotions location, but the vibes she was getting were coming from everywhere, bouncing off the walls. Just as suddenly as the emotion had come, it left her, leaving a woozy, hollow feeling inside her. What was that? Addie thought, wondering just what was in store for the students at this academy.

I got up from my desk after studying for Math, just as a loud bell sounds.
"Time for Art..." I mutter, not even having to check my schedule.
I grab a ponytail off my desk, and tie my hair up. I slip my tablet in my bag and slide down the railing. The follow-up bell rings again, and I start to sprint to the art class, right next to the cafeteria, and see that I'm the first one there. I sign in via my tablet. I take a cord out of my bag and plug one end into the tablet, and the other into a screen off the wall. I double tap "Arts" on my schedule and "Art Class" in bold black letters spread across the screen. Usually the first one who goes to a public class offers up their tablet for the main screen. I do it quite often. When I finish sorting it out, I sit down at my usual table and wait for more people to come.

He decided it was time to go to his next class; Art. After changing into something that could get dirty easily without harm, a plain yellow shirt and some old blue-jeans. He walked down the hallway, slightly nervous. He was younger than a lot of the kids going to art, for he was only 13, and most of them ranged from 15 years old to 18. He slipped into class quietly and sat in a seat in the corner of the room, trying not to grab anyone's attention.

Amelia was happy to hear Slayer needed her... Amelia liked it when they said that... She felt like there was a use for her in the world. Amelia stood quietly as Slayer finished. "So you need help finding a book?" Amelia asked. Slayer turned to smile at a friend who had just entered the library. Amelia gave the girl a smile too and watched another girl appear and she waved. Guess the library was a popular place this morning?

Amelia then watched as a young boy came in. He looked about 13 and he looked like he was pretty quiet. Visions threatened to appear in her mind, of all the people in the room. Amelia winced at the mind overload and she imagined mentally pushing the thoughts out of her head and it temporarily eased her mind. Amelia watched as the boy sat at the window and she brought her attention back to the girl with red hair. The bell rang and it didn't startle Amelia... She knew it was coming.. One of the perks of Precognition. No surprises. "Oh... I have to go.." Amelia said to the girl.. She'd never even learned her name. "I'll see you around..." Amelia said, leaving without answers. Amelia walked out of the Library and headed to Art Class.

Whoever had sat before him in the seat he was sitting in had a lot of extra kinetic energy and had passed it on to the chair. It started buzzing into him wherever it touched the seat. He didn't realize anything until it got to his head. He instantly moved to another chair nearby.

A bell sounded. Sanders snapped his book shut. Art class. Sanders didn't need an art class. He only needed his pencils. But still, it was better than any of the other classes the school offered. The classic academics were all boring. He didn't put much effort into those subjects; he expended only the energy needed to pass the class.

Reluctantly, he shelved his book. His pencils had finished with the drawing quite some time ago and lay still beside the notebook. Sanders took some time to admire the work of art. The horses seemed to move on the page. They were shaded as if the evening sun was setting behind them, the rays slinking away beneath the horizon. It was beautiful and Sanders couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in his pencils. They were always doing the most miraculous things.

He carefully closed the notebook and placed it in his messenger bag, along with the pencils. After checking that he had not forgotten anything, he left the library. The art classroom was not too far away, so the walk was not a long one. As he stepped inside, he noticed a few people were already there. Sanders did not care for other people's names, but he recognized some of the faces. One of them, a small boy around his age, was actually in the same dorm as Sanders.

Sanders decided to take a seat next to the other boy. He avoided eye contact with the people in the room and waited impatiently for class to start, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. He couldn't wait for this to be over with so that he could go back to the library and read. That book had been fairly good and Sanders had wanted to finish it in one setting. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. He would just have to bear with it and push through the useless class like always.

I saw Amelia and another girl coming into the class, and I motioned for them to come over, and I patted the seats on the left and right of me. I leaned over and into my bag and grabbed my art kit. The lights in the room began to dim, and the large screen on the wall lit up. A plain face appeared on the screen, and I recognized her as Megan Morlani, the head teacher and operator of the quarantine.
"Hello, students. Today we will be continuing on your individual art projects, and to our new students, we have many options. We have fashion design, graphic design, and traditional art. Using your tablet, if you double click under art, the projects will come up. These are due in a week from today. All the supplies you need are in the back of the room. Enjoy yourselves." She said.
The screen went dead, and I went to go reclaim my tablet.
I walked to the back of the room. I picked up a sewing kit, some thread, a machine, a pile of some light pink and green floral fabric, and a piece of thick, black fabric elastic.
The machine is too heavy to carry, so I levitate it to the table.
I hear a crash.
Oh god. Oh god. I dropped the machine.
I turned around, and the machine is on a nearby table upside down, a piece broken.
I sigh a bit. And run to the table to check it, and it turns out I only dropped it a few inches.
I seriously need to either stop levitating things, or start paying attention in training.

[[OOC: I think we are going to slow down a bit, so beware for a longer class. :P]]

I rushed down the hall and down a corridor into the art class. Serena patted a seat beside her so I slid into it. I put my bag down on the floor and slid out my tablet. I listened to Mrs. Morlani's instructions and when she was done I tapped on art and tapped on traditional art. The projects appeared and I smiled. I'd have fun with these. Now the visions of the final product were coming. I tried to push them out, probably looking constipated to everybody else for a moment as I fought hard. I closed my eyes and imagined it going away but the thoughts came and I gave up. In my mind i saw the finished product.. I saw all the right moves to get there... And the ones that would lead me to disaster..

I got up and left my stuff at my table and headed to the back. I grabbed the 3 primary color paints and a canvas. I grabbed some materials so I could add texture to my project and I got some brushes and a fold able easel. I set up my stuff by the window and grabbed a pencil and started the basic sketch of my painting. It was pretty easy considering I already knew how to do all of it. It was just a matter of finishing it before the due date.

I plop the partly-broken machine in front of me. I take a needle from the sewing kit and begin to tinker with the machine. It takes me a few tries, but I end up fixing it. I turn to Amelia and smile, and say Hi.
I begin to start prepping the fabric, cutting it into circle shapes perfect for a skirt similar to the one I'm wearing today. I actually made this one, for an earlier fashion project. I start sewing up the edges, then sewing on the belt. I call these skirts speedskirts, because they are very quick and easy to make. I like the style of them. I pull a loose thread off the skirt, then continue to work.

Addie goes to her art class after saying a quic hello to her roommates Jordyn and Hannah. Walking down the hall, she spies the art room and gratefully enters, taking a whiff of the familiar smell of charcoal and paint. Scanning the room, she spies Amelia and Serena seated over in the corner and chuckles when Serena breaks one of the sewing machines trying to levitate it. Oh, that girl...

"Hey, guys," Addie says, taking a seat next to Amelia and grabbing her sketchpad from the usual cubbyhole she hides it in. "How are your projects coming? You have something against sewing, Serena?" Addie giggled and crossed her legs in her seat so she could comfortable sketch. Feeling her friends embarrassment over the broken machine, Addie shook her head jokingly. Amelia's emotions were neutral, but Addie felt her frustration at trying to push away her visions. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before returning to her sketching, beginning to draw an outline of a boy's face, feeling the need to draw something human for once instead of landscapes.

At the sound of the bell Slayer grabbed her tablet and casually checked her schedule. Hey, she had arts class as well. Slayer followed the students filing out of the library.

Entering the arts room, she recognized many of the faces, including Amelia and the girl who had bumped into her before breakfast. She looked around, wondering which seat to take. Some of the girls looked like they already had good friends. Makes sense, Slayer thought. Many people seemed to find her intimidating at first glance. And when they found out about her dangerous ability, forget about it. She was pretty used to it, fortunately.

At least in a class like this one didn't need to talk very much. Art was a quiet subject. Deciding to mind her own business, she took a seat at an empty table and continued her charcoal drawing of a starry night sky.

Jax woke up with a jolt. It was the same dream again, the same horrible dream where he killed everyone he ever knew; their spirits had come up from their graves and started suffocating him, and when he needed his powers the most they never came to the surface. He had been having this dream for weeks now and he was tired of it.

He knew that it was ever since he had come to this place full of people and stressful situations, it made him fear that he would one day snap and hurt somebody....why did they bring him here? Surely he would be of more danger to people than if he were alone in his home once more. But he didn't argue with authorities, Jax knew better.

Looking over he noticed that Blake had already left, so he got up tiredly and clothed himself. This morning he couldn't be bothered with a shower, the dream had ruined his day again and he wanted to put the least amount of energy into it until he could go to bed again and hope, once more, that he would be greeted with pleasant dreams or no dreams at all. It was false hope, but it was the only thing that kept him going during the day.

Jax groggily walked to the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of cereal, eating quickly and steadily. He avoided eye contact with anyone, the noise of the cafeteria due to several conversations interested him but he never joined in, it was best, he thought, and kept eating until it was time to go to the library and study. Though Jax never actually studied, and when he did it was only because of something that interested him. He more read to calm his thoughts, the stress of homework, assignments and studying not safe for himself (or perhaps others), though somehow he kept on top of the work load that was presented to him.

"Oh, it's going pretty good. Minus my levitating skills. I tried to jump off the loft today and levitate myself down, but I fell on my butt." I laughed. "Oh, it's going pretty good. I actually like sewing a lot when the sewing machine isn't busted."
I continued to sew, and I could see that the skirt was coming together. The size wasn't perfect, the belt was a little crooked, but, it looked good overall and it can be easily fixed. I looked down at my tablet, that read 10:56.

"Guys, I'm going to go get a head start for the library for Personal Study. See you guys at lunch!" I smiled and waved at Amelia and Addie. I started to gather my stuff up, and go and put it back on the back table. I took the machine first, and without dropping it, brought it to the back table. Soon after I put the mass of fabric on top of a small cabinet in the corner of the room. I grabbed my tablet, cord, and bag and started to walk to the library. I started down the hall, pulling out my tablet. I reviewed my schedule once again as I walked, to make sure I wasn't going to the wrong place.

I then entered the library, and went straight to the academic material. I levitated a math textbook off the shelf and onto a nearby table, where I saw a boy was sitting. I didn't see him much, but I recognized him as Jax, one of the guys in Dorm B. I sat down where my math textbook dropped, about 5 seats away from Jax. Jax was shy, and I wanted to make him feel welcome.

"Hi Jax." I said smiling a bit.

I then returned to my textbook, and began to work on bisectors. I took out some grid paper and practiced a few problems, and began to really understand the concept. I then flipped to another page, and tried some more.