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Brent Tanner

'Let's take this experiment outside and really amp it up.'

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a character in “Academy of Elements”, as played by Issa

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'Why would I know what we're doing in class?'





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Name: Brent Michael Tanner
Nickname: None
Age: 28
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hometown: San Diego, California
Element: Metal
Teaches: Physics and Science

Likes:
|| Smoking || Metal || Drinking || Classic Rock Music ||
|| Physics || Logic || Gambling ||

Dislikes:
|| Restrictions || Ballet || Cats ||
|| Losing Money || Uptight people ||

Fears:
Death 'Who wants all of this to end?'
Becoming dependent on alcohol 'I'm not awake unless I've had an Irish coffee'

Quirks:
Brent needs a drink in the morning to wake up.
He frequently wears sunglasses to class, to ease his hangover.




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Element: Metal
Powers:
'The control and manipulation of metal. Gotta phone you're hiding? Not anymore.'

Brent's powers allow him to sense whenever metal is nearby. He can shift through the many metallic devices nearby and focus on a singular one or many. This means that if a student has brought a cellphone into class he will be able to sense it.

Brent is also able to manipulate metal. He can 'call' it to him, as if he were a magnet and is able to bend it to his will. The larger the piece of metal he is manipulating, the harder it is to bend. Given Brent's years of practice however there is little that troubles him.

Rival Element: Wood
'Hippy vegans with no touch on reality.'
Brent is a teacher so he tries not to take sides, but there's always been something about the Wood students that sets him on edge. He also knows that not all wood students are hippies, or vegans but the stereotype he has developed in his mind of them is hard to lose.

Weaknesses:
Metal rusts, a sad fact of life. Rusted metal is harder to manipulate and much weaker. Brent finds manipulating rusted metal tends to make him irritated too.

Brent is also very impulsive, he often doesn't think things through. He acts on what he feels without giving his actions a second thought. This has often led him into trouble.

Strengths:
Brent can down a flask of whiskey in under a minute.
He has a wicked poker face and is a master at the game, whether by following the rules or cheating.
Physics is, for whatever reason, a subject that Brent has always excelled at. His mind can see a problem and use physics to solve it. His love of the subject can easily be seen.



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Personality:
To put it simply, Brent is a loose cannon. He has a series of bad habits that he indulges in, smoking, gambling and drinking, and he sees little wrong in these habits. He lives life the way that he wants to, taking on a casual, nonchalant approach to everything he does.

His humour is always present. He has little problems taking insults, turning them into jokes and will gladly trade banter with anyone, even students. He is impulsive and will change his mind on the spot about something rather than thinking it out. He has always been good at living with the result of his decisions though and will rarely become angry over something that was his fault.

He has little respect for authority figures and even now, teaching at the Academy, he sets his own guidelines for classes rather than following the schools. That isn't to say that he is a careless or dangerous teacher. True, the science experiments he does in class might not be classed as the safest but he believes that you can't learn anything without a small amount of risk present. His style is often at odds with the other admin, but since no one has ever actually died in his class and he does managed to teach the students there has been little reason to dismiss him

Perhaps the only thing he takes remotely seriously is his work. While he teaches Physics and science he is also doing research. If he isn't out drinking and smoking or teaching you will often find Brent bent over his desk calculating and making notes. He can concentrate surprisingly well when the topic interests him.

Brent truly loves his job, despite his blase attitude towards it. He is a very extroverted person and loves being around people. He knows the way he lives his life isn't for everyone and he knows that more than a few teachers disapprove, but Brent has always believed in living how you want. He takes this approach to his classes, which can become very unorthodox at times. And, although he likes to drink and smoke, he still respects the school's rules enough to discipline any students he finds breaking those particular rules (or at least he would confiscate their illicit substances).

|| Impulsive || Humour || Lacks Respect || Extroverted || || Blase || Free Spirit ||

History:
Brent grew up on the wrong side of the tracks to a single mother raising five children. He was the middle child and often forgotten amongst the score of other kids under his mother's protection. This suited young Brent fine and he was often happy to wonder the suburbs alone, getting into whatever mischief came his way.

When he was ten his powers first developed. His mother had no powers and none of his siblings ever showed any inclination to bend metal either. So, Brent learned to control his powers alone. Many nights were spent at the local train yards as he practiced. It wasn't until he was approached by an Academy official that he found out there was a school where he could learn to study.

He arrived at Gradon a fresh faced boy of 15. His years at the school helped him to hon his talents. It also gave him a love of the sciences, especially physics. While his social life turned to alcohol, girls and drugs Brent was always able to maintain high academic grades. When he completed his honours degree in Physics he went out and celebrated by getting absolutely wasted.

Years later, after much partying and traveling the world, Brent came back to the Academy. He wishes to pass on his love of Physics to the new students. Hopefully his wild ways won't translate to his students.

Other: Anything else you want to add.

So begins...

Brent Tanner's Story

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Character Portrait: Alanna Ascot Character Portrait: Sumiko Kawahara Character Portrait: Theia Aide Character Portrait: Sapphire Cassidy Character Portrait: Brent Tanner Character Portrait: Avery Sutters Character Portrait: Catarina Viello Character Portrait: Lockie Porter Character Portrait: Tara Heart Character Portrait: Anastasia Marie Palmer Character Portrait: Michael Shaw Character Portrait: Arianna "Sable" Crimir Character Portrait: Blake Fletcher Character Portrait: Kara Gray Character Portrait: Beau Miller Character Portrait: Valentina Almendarez Character Portrait: Jaydon Janvier Character Portrait: Nicholas Youngblood Character Portrait: Harmony Baxter Character Portrait: Elliot Leeve Character Portrait: Alexander Jacobson Character Portrait: Marion March Character Portrait: Lisa Blue Daniels Character Portrait: Kalare Moreau Character Portrait: Damien Matthews Character Portrait: Mark Lewii Tom Character Portrait: Rachel Alena Grace Character Portrait: Kevin Stihl Character Portrait: Adelaide Alto Character Portrait: Lil Evans Character Portrait: Rhys Celtin Character Portrait: Niall Turlough Character Portrait: Lowell Livingston
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In an isolated pocket of the English countryside sits Eastern Gradon Academy. Overnight the school has been blanketed in a covering of snow, the first of the winter.
With the coming of the snow also comes the Winter Feast, a traditional feast that the Academy holds for its staff and students the night after the first snow fall. In the last hour notices have been posted around the school to announce the traditional feast.

'Dear Students,

Tonight the traditional Winter Feast will be held in the Dining Hall.
Students are expected to be seated an hour after the last period of the day.
As with past years the seating will be freely arranged.
The dress is formal, suits and formal dresses are expected.

A shot of port will be offered during the traditional toast and mulled wine will be served throughout,
however students are warned that intoxication will not be tolerated.

Looking forward to a wonderful evening,
The Academy Faculty'

The time is 8.30am, half an hour before the start of the school day. As expected some students have been out playing in the snow while others are wrapped up inside or sleeping. A hot breakfast is being served in the dining room. Teachers will be preparing for their classes. Students should also be beginning to ready themselves for their day.




Alanna Ascot

Alanna liked the idea of snow; she liked to watch snowflakes falling quietly to earth, but only from the safety of a warm room. The library was one such room. It was in fact its own separate building and several stories high. Books lined its walls from floor to ceiling and there were many alcoves and partially hidden rooms in its depths. It was the kind of library where one could spend all day and never see another person. During the winter months the fire was constantly stoked and you were always guaranteed warmth. Alanna had been here for some time, reading in one of the many window seats. Snow always made her more irritable and she had woken earlier that morning to see the school sheeted in the stuff. Not being able to return to sleep she had showered, dressed and made her way to the library.

Now, with half an hour until class started she decided that it was time for a warm breakfast. Alanna replaced her book in the shelf and made her way through the large library doors. As she stepped outside the cold immediately hit her and the girl drew her clothes tighter around her. Alanna made her way along covered paths, aiming for the old dining hall. She thrust her hands into her pockets to keep them warm.

She reached the end of the covered walkways. Across a courtyard of undisturbed snow stood the dining hall. Smoke could be seen coming out of the large chimney and the windows were misted, further indicating the warmth that awaited inside. But first Alanna would have to make her way across the courtyard. Pursing her lips she took the first step, her foot sinking ankle deep into the snow. By the time she had made it to the dining hall door her toes were going numb and her irritation had reached new levels, still she hesitated before entering the hall. She had caught sight of the notice pinned to the door.
The only good thing she could say about winter was the annual Winter Feast. The food was always excellent, the decorations were fantastic and the atmosphere was something to look forward to. Not to mention the student after-party. It was just as much a tradition as the Feast, even if not entirely within the Academy's rules. While drinking for over 18s was legal in England, drinking on campus wasn't something that the teachers allowed without supervision. Still, every year the after-party went ahead and every year the majority of the student body attended.

Having finished reading the notice Alanna pushed through the doors and into the warmth of the dining hall. She grabbed a plate, served herself breakfast and then chose a table close to the fire. She sat down with the fire to her back, happy to let the fire warm her.




Lockie Porter


Buzz! Buzz! BUZZ! BUZZ!

The insistent ringing of Lockie's alarm was what woke the young man. His eyes fluttered open as the noise pierced through his dreams. His hand reached out to snooze the alarm only to find the device not on his bedside table. He let his eyes close for a moment. A cool breeze was playing around his room, streaming in through his open window.

In one swift movement the boy collected the breeze to him, using it to fling the blankets off him. His hands gave another twirl and the winds returned, this time he set them on the pile of clothes that littered his floor. It was from this pile that the incessant ringing was coming. With a blast of his collected air Lockie sent the clothes flying around his room, landing across his desk, bed and other portions of his floor. And there sat his alarm cloak. Lockie stood, tapped the alarm with his hand and gave a satisfied smile as the noise finally stopped.

Lockie grabbed his towel and left his room, wondering down the Air elemental's portion of the dormitories. He entered the male bathrooms a moment later, flicking on the lights and a shower as he entered. The water was blissfully warm. He stepped out a good deal later once the water had began to run cold. Lockie was prone to day-dreaming and his mind had wondered, only being brought back to reality by the shock of the cold water.

Back in his room he quickly got dressed in the only clothes that didn't seem to decorate his floor. His stomach rumbled a moment later, indicating that it was time for breakfast. So he left his room and began to make his way down to the dining hall.

Most times the quick trip to the dining hall would take longer than anticipated as Lockie's attention was usually drawn to whatever caught his fancy. Today was no different. Now he stopped short of the hall, watching as a tree branch slowly caved under the pressure of the snow. The day had a moderate amount of wind, enough for him to collect a small ball and send it flying towards the tree. The snow was blown up in a flurry of wind before crunching down onto the tree branch and then onto the ground.

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Alanna Ascot


It wasn't long before Alanna was joined at her warm table. The first to sit with her was Rachel who slid silently into the seat opposite Alanna. Alanna, her mouth full of jam toast, gave her a smile and a nod. Next to join them a moment later was Kara.
"Hey Alanna, Rachel." Kara greeted both girls, although Alanna could easily detect the tension that seemed to run between the two. Rachel was a fire elemental while Kara was water. Like lightning and ice the two didn't mix and Alanna could understand their hesitation around each other. Her mouth now empty of food, Alanna gave Kara a wide smile,
"Morning Kara."

"How you two enjoying the snow day?" Rachel's question seemed strained. Alanna gave a grimace, thinking of her toes that were slowly thawing.
"It's way too cold to be outside.' Came Alanna's quiet reply, "I almost froze my toes off coming across the courtyard."
A moment later Rachel excused herself from the table and Alanna was left with Kara. With Rachel's absence Alanna had a perfect view of the whole dining room. Her eyes followed Marion March as she entered, a large snowball in her hand. As Alanna watched Marion sneaked behind Mark and let the cold snowball fall down his bare back. A small smirk formed on Alanna's face as Mark jumped up with a yelp. Alanna was not a fan of the ice boy and it amused her to see him pranked, even if by a friend. Her smirk stretched further across her face when Professor Javier told Mark off. Of course the room did take on a much cooler temperature as the teacher stood, but soon enough the fire was flickering back into full life.

"You looking forward to the feast tonight?" Alanna asked Kara, turning her attention back to her friend. Alanna gave her a smile, "And the after party?"
Alanna wasn't one of those people that was always the centre of attention but she liked a good party as much as the next person.





Lockie Porter

Being hit by a snowball wasn't usually so shocking. But when the snowball in question seemed to come out of nowhere the shock was laced with confusion too. Lockie, his mind completely occupied by his branch of snow, gave a yelp of surprise as the snowball hit him. He turned towards the direction it had (apparently) been thrown from, only to find nobody near.

Puzzled Lockie spun further around and found Alex standing a few short paces away from him. Lockie opened his mouth, about to ask if Alex had seen the culprit when suddenly the dots connected. A playful smile appeared on Lockie's face and he was just about to retaliate when a stream of snowballs hit Alex from another direction. Lockie could help the laughter that burst from his mouth. Alex's initial confusion disappeared as the other boy spotted Theia. Theia was another air elementalist and another good friend of Lockie's.

Lockie's laughter was cut short as another snowball hit his face, a mouthful cutting off his laughing. This time it took Lockie little time to find the culprit, Niall.

"This means WAR!" Lockie could only grin at Alex's words, they were an echo of Lockie's own thoughts.
"Bring it on!" Lockie shouted, scooping up a handful of snow as he spoke with his left hand. His right hand gave a quick twirl, calling any stray wind nearby to him and into a miniature tornado. The snowball went in and then shot out. Multiple snowballs followed, each aimed for either Niall, Alex or Theia. He received his fair share of snowball hits, but managed to dodge anymore of the face shots.

Halfway through the fight, with all sides more or less soaked and covered in snow (apart from Niall who seemed immune to it), Alex ran into the middle of the action.
"Hold it! Time out! Hang on a second!" His call to stop got to Lockie a second too late and before Lockie could hold it back a lone snowball shot out at the boy. Lockie couldn't help but shrug, not too concerned about it. Or rather considering it fair payback for Alex's first shot at the unsuspecting Lockie.

Lockie listened as Alex suggested an air elemental, with Niall, snow fight. The idea definitely had a certain appeal to it.
"We should invite the other elements too, we could have an elemental snowball fight." Lockie suggested, already picturing a school wide snowball fight. His eyes flicked to Catarina's freshly formed snowball in her hand, he hadn't even noticed the girl appearing. Of course the ice students would have a major advantage but that would just make it more of a challenge. Also Lockie had to agree with Niall's statement that he was the only dry one. Being able to absorb water was also a definite advantage.

"Anyway, I'm going to the dining hall before someone takes all of the bacon. Anyone want to come?"
At the mention of breakfast Lockie's stomach gave a grumble, agreeing with Alex.
"Breakfast sounds like a fantastic idea" Lockie said. He also wouldn't mind drying off a bit. He could see the smoke from the dining room chimney and was already thinking longingly of the warm fire.





Brent Tanner

Brent's head was pounding, the rhythmic thumping in his skull no doubt punishment for his night of excess. While students may not be allowed out of the Academy grounds during term time the teachers had no such restrictions. Brent's trip into the nearest town and pub had seen him returning in the early morning hours of the day.

"I'm never drinking again." The man grumbled to himself, rolling out of bed and hitting the ground with a thud. He pushed himself to his feet and took a look around the room, his eyes squinting at the light streaming through his open window. He stumbled over to the window and swore quietly under his breath, snow. It wasn't that Brent disliked snow. Actually, he quite liked it. But today he really couldn't be bothered dealing with the problems that snow brought. Cold hands, slippery walkways and a limited access to the outdoors for class experiments. Added to that was the fact that the light glaring off the white snow was doing Brent's head no favours.

Closing the window shut and pulling the curtain Brent slumped back into his bed, only to be shocked a moment later by the blaring of his alarm. He swore and threw his hand out. The little metal alarm clock went flying through the air, breaking into pieces as it hit the wall. However, much to Brent's immense irritation, the buzzing continued.
"Enough already! I'm up!" He said to himself, pushing himself off the bed. He gave a quick wave of his hand and the metal pieces of the alarm clock reformed. He quickly turned it off and made his way to his bathroom.

Showering helped to wake him up some as did brushing his teeth. He dressed in his usual casual jeans and shirt. He slung on a jacket, grabbed a pair of sunglasses to protect his fragile head from the bright outdoors and then headed out the door. He entered the dining hall from the kitchens, waving to the cooks as he passed the hot elements. A moment later he was out amongst the tables, passing the few seated students as they ate their breakfast. Quickly he chose his meal, bacon and toast, and made his way to the teachers table. He nodded a greeting to Jaydon and Michael before digging into his meal.

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Character Portrait: Alanna Ascot Character Portrait: Brent Tanner Character Portrait: Kara Gray Character Portrait: Jaydon Janvier Character Portrait: Harmony Baxter Character Portrait: Marion March Character Portrait: Mark Lewii Tom Character Portrait: Rachel Alena Grace
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Kara took a bite of food, hearing Alanna respond with a morning back to her was nice. Sighing softly she heard the girl, Rachel, whom she didn't like too much start to talk. "How you two enjoying the snow day?" She had asked and Kara shrugged. "I mean I'm not too much of a fan of the cold, but I don't mind it too much." She answered once all the food in her mouth was gone. It was also then that Rachel had gotten up and walked off after excusing herself. There was a small roll of Kara's eyes as she quickly turned her attention from Rachel walking away to Alanna who was sitting next to her. Right when Rachel start to talk to Professor Janiver a girl, Marion, hit Mark who for some reason had absolutely no shirt on. He jumped then once Rachel was a distance away from Mr. Janiver Kara shivered when feeling him drop the temputure. She flinched hearing that booming voice of his as he told Mark and Marion off. Sure maybe Mark had deserved it since he was crawling around on the ground, but they were just messing around. Rolling her eyes at the teacher she looked at Alanna as soon as the tempeture rose again.

Sighing softly she shook her head. She just decided not to say anything that she was thinking right about now about the teacher who told poor Mark off. It was quite rude, but she knew she should probably just keep her thoughts to herself. "You looking forward to the feast tonight?" Alanna had finally said which broke Kara from her daze. "Oh yeah, are you?" She questioned with a smile. "And the after party?" Alanna had added afterwards. "The after party is probably going to be the best part." She commented as she messed with her outfit a little. She had always been a fan of the after party just because she was finally able to drink and because she was always a fan of parties. By this time while Kara and Alanna were talking Rachel had reached the table and wa sonce again sitting across from Alanna. "What are you going to wear?" Rachel asked both of the girls which made Kara think about it for a few moments. "Honestly? I have no idea. I was thinking like a dress that was pink or blue, but I'm not really sure." She answered Rachel's question. "What do you think your going to wear?" She asked the girl, trying to be as kind as she possibly could.




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Harmony was in her own world when a teacher had suddenly snapped at Marion and Mark for messing around in the Dining Room. She lifted her head to see Mark coming towards her and it made her smile a little. He still had his shirt off! She bit her lip gently as he sat next to her and put his shirt back on. "Do you think I'd make a good stripper?" He had asked and she laughed softly. "Oh yeah. Definitely," She was half joking, half telling the truth to him. He then just kept talking, and agreed with himself. Man could this kid talk. "She doesn't know this, but later I'm going to kill her in a snow ball fight," he told Harmony with a wink, "and you're going to help me." A small blush made its way onto her face after seeing him wink at her. "Oh is that so? Maybe I'll go against you because you know some times I'm not really a team player." She told him with a small grin on her face.

She had just started to mess with her hair when suddenly Mark had exclaimed, "Oh!" which just out right startled her. "You're sitting with me at the feast, aren't you?" Harmony put a finger on her lips, tapping it lightly as she thought about it for a few moments. Who else was she planning on going with? She had never really thought about going until he mentioned it. "Sure I'll sit by you Mark," She told him gently. It was then when her eyes caught on a certain teacher just now walking in... Mr. Tanner. Rolling her eyes at the teacher she returned her attention to the boy who was now known in her book as a talker. Which she didn't mind because honestly she was used to him talking a lot, she was more of the person who liked to listen and answer him when he wanted her too.

It was also then when he had noticed her empty plate, and took it for her. She would have taken it, but she had been busy trying to communicate with Mark. "Gosh," he had said when sitting back down, "you get more beautiful every time I see you, I swear." She rolled her eyes playfully at him. "Every time?" She asked then smiled brightly. "Thanks Mark, you freaking flirt." She joked, gently nudging him with her hand. "You want to go running with me tomorrow morning?" He asked and she nodded. "Yeah of course! I love running in the morning when I can. What time are you going to go running?" She questioned him, resting her elbow on the table then resting her head on her open palm. Her open hand that wasn't supporting her head went to her back pocket where her phone was slowly slipping out after pushing it back into the pocket she sat up straight, giving Mark a bright smile.

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Character Portrait: Alanna Ascot Character Portrait: Theia Aide Character Portrait: Brent Tanner Character Portrait: Lockie Porter Character Portrait: Kara Gray Character Portrait: Alexander Jacobson Character Portrait: Marion March Character Portrait: Lisa Blue Daniels Character Portrait: Lowell Livingston
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Brent Tanner


With his breakfast happily digesting and his head slightly less aching than earlier, Brent pushed back his seat and took his tray of food up to the kitchens.
"Stunning as always Mel." Brent said with a wink to the cafeteria worker who took his plates. The older woman chuckled, used to Brent.

With his hands buried in his pockets and whistling a tune he left the dining room. Brent stepped out into the crisp morning, the cool air helping further to wake him up. As he walked towards the physics laboratory he let his mind go over the lesson. He could never remember who he had in each class, he'd have to check his roll when he got to the classroom. He entered the building a moment later, cringing slightly as the door slammed after him.

He took a deep breath, the science department always had a particular smell to it that Brent loved. Part chemicals, part metal and part inspiration... or so Brent thought. His physics room was on the third floor. Brent happily took the elevator, a relatively modern addition to the old building. He stepped out, turned left and then opened the door to his lab.

Desks stood empty across the room. They were high tables with stools instead of chairs. You average student would be the height sitting or standing when in the room. Brent went to work immediately, setting out the equipment. Each table, capable of sitting a pair of students, received one set of each. He loved experiment days. He could write out the instructions and let the students do the rest of the work, leaving him to rest at his desk.

Equipment out Brent returned to his desk, sat down in his comfortable chair and swung his feet up to rest on his desk. His hands went behind his head to act as a pillow and he let his eyes close as he waited for his students to arrive.


Alanna Ascot


“I've only tried it once Alanna, didn't go as well as I’d hoped.” Lowell replied. Alanna wasn't entirely sure if he was serious or not. She cocked her head slightly, trying to imagine the outcome. She gave up with the arrival of Blue.

"So, did I miss anything?" Blue asked as she sat down with the group and began eating. Alanna, thinking about Lockie's little joke screwed up her nose and let Lowell answer,
“Let’s see…you missed Lockie and his amazing flights of fancy. So nothing too out of the ordinary.”

"Are we meeting up in your room tonight?" Blue's question immediately took Alanna's mind off of Lockie's prank and she nodded happily to Blue.
"Sure are. Kara, you're coming too right?" Alanna replied. Alanna hoped that Kara would come, but she would understand if she had other plans. Alanna was looking forward to the feast and was pleased that she and Blue would be going together. It was always fun when the two of them did things together. Take for example drinking. The last party they had gone to together had been a bit of a blur for Alanna, but her and Blue had had a blast.

Alanna's eyes flicked to Lowell and a thought struck her as she glanced back to Blue. "Lowell, why don't you come with us? We're going to go as a group of friends." Alanna gave him a friendly smile before adding, "It'll be fun."
While he wasn't one of Alanna's best friends she always enjoyed having Lowell around. Perhaps it was because he was another lightning elemental and there weren't many of them at the Academy. Whatever the reason Alanna thought that he'd make a good addition to the party. Plus, it was always funny watching Blue around Lowell.

Alanna glanced up from the table, her attention drawn to Mr Tanner as he left the dining room. His departure reminded Alanna that classes would be starting soon enough. She'd finished her breakfast but she would wait for her friends before leaving for class. She had physics anyway, Mr Tanner never seemed to mind if you turned up a minute or two late.


Lockie Porter


"Its not just some ordinary snowball fight, Lockie. Marion, imagine this. Imagine a snowball fight entirely composed of air elementalists. Think of the chaos! The insanity! The random hits on innocent bystanders! Tell me that's not amazing."
Lockie had to smile as Alex described the snowball fight.
"Ya know, that does sounds pretty amazing" Lockie said through a mouthful of cereal. He could picture whirlwinds of flying snow, running students and flying snowballs.

Lockie, lost in his imagination, barely noticed that Theia wasn't eating. In fact he only realised when Alex pushed a portion of his breakfast onto Theia's plate and said, "So your just going to skip breakfast then, Theia? That's the most important meal of the day. It's psychological... Here, eat this. Before you turn it down, bacon is the food of GOD! Turning it down is blasphemy! Come on, eat it. I promise I didn't poison it... That much."
Lockie, oblivious to the actual reason for Theia not eating grabbed his own plate and helpfully shovelled a portion of his eggs and fruit salad onto Theia's plate.
"Did you forget to grab your food?" Lockie asked, completely forgetting the fact that Theia had just given away her food. Lockie was like that. His mind seemed to wonder at times and he would often missed portions of conversations.

"Are we all sitting at the same table? The air group has to stick together, you know." Alex's question was an obvious. Lockie nodded,
"You bet." He told Alex. He'd finished his cereal, engulfed it really and now his hands were ideally blowing small gusts of wind down the table. The winds caught on to odd pieces of dust and paper, swirling them around and off the table. "We should make sure to get the table furthest from the teachers." He added, thinking of last year when he'd been right next to the teachers. Being right under the watchful eyes of the teachers meant that you couldn't enjoy the mulled wine provided by the Academy.

With a jolt Lockie sat up straight, his winds ceasing abruptly.
"Is it time for classes yet?" He asked, pulling back his sleeve to check his watch. Only he wasn't wearing his watch. For that matter he didn't seem to have any of his books or bags with him either.
"What do I have first?" he mumbled to himself a moment later, racking his mind for a reminder of his scheduale. If it was a physical subject he wouldn't need to get his books, but he had a feeling that his first class was likely to be something else.

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Character Portrait: Alanna Ascot Character Portrait: Brent Tanner Character Portrait: Kara Gray Character Portrait: Beau Miller Character Portrait: Harmony Baxter Character Portrait: Marion March Character Portrait: Lisa Blue Daniels Character Portrait: Mark Lewii Tom Character Portrait: Lowell Livingston
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Kara was a little nosy, she admitted that much. She sighed, shifting in her seat when Lowell responded to her. “I’m not writing much, just finishing something up I started this morning before the sunrise and right after it began snowing. Kinda got the creative juices flowing I suppose.”He finished which made her nod. "That's good, so do you draw or write stuff if that note book?" She asked curiously. Right afterwards she sighed, looking over at Blue who had just sat down. She offered the girl a gentle smile. "Are we meeting up in your room tonight?" Blue had asked Alanna. She glanced down at her lap for a minute, waiting for Alanna's response. "Sure are. Kara, you're coming too right?" Alanna had replied to Blue's question. "Of course I am!" She replied with a bright smile. There was no doubt that she would be there. Running a hand through her hair she sighed softly. "Do you guys know what you’re wearing to the after party?" She asked suddenly since they were on the topic of the Feast and After Party. She glanced at Alanna then at Blue and finally at Lowell.

"Lowell, why don't you come with us? We're going to go as a group of friends." Alanna had gave him a friendly smile before adding, "It'll be fun." Kara looked to Lowell, quirking an eyebrow at him as if wondering what his response would be. She kind of hope he would be there just because she thought the more the merrier. Plus she thought Lowell was a pretty cool person. She hesitated slightly before taking her phone out and playing angry birds while thinking of how Lowell would even respond to that question that came from Alanna. Lifting her head momentarily from her game after losing a round she noticed Brent Tanner making his way out of the Dining room and probably to his class. This reminded her that there was only a small time left before class was supposed to begin. Great... she was never really the one who enjoyed school or tried very hard in it either.




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Beau slowly tore his eyes away from his book, and dispensed it back into his bag where it was supposed to be. After seeing several people stand up and leave the dining room where he assumed most were going to class. By checking his watch that confirmed his thoughts. Not at all did he notice Marion looking at him at any point in time because he was too focused on the book To Kill a Mockingbird at the time. He glanced around the room just in time to see the Marion leaving with a few of her friend's. He grumbled a little angrily as he remembered what class he had next... stupid Professor Tanner. He didn't even deserve the Professor part really all he deserved was Brent. He mumbled something under his breath about Metal's before he spun placed his bag onto his shoulders and left the dining room.

Upon walking from the dining room he went outside, buying himself some time before having to get to the class he disliked probably the most out of all of them. He stopped outside, scooping a cold ball of ice into his hand. Pushing it from hand to hand he debated whether or not he should throw it up into the air. Suddenly a grin took to his face this happened when he got the best idea he could think about. Of course like any other person would he second guessed himself when he knew he would probably get in trouble along with making Brent Tanner disliking him even more than he already did. He chuckled at the thought, it was a good one, but today he wasn't really in the mood for it. He hesitated before throwing it at the school then he went back into school.

Finally after wasting some time he went to class, looking around for maybe a fellow Wood student to be in the hallway. Shaking his head he hated the fact that there weren't that many Wood students. He crossed his arms over his chest, sighing softly. He passed by a flyer which said that there was a Feast tonight. Oh great, a feast tonight. When there was a Feast there was going to be an after party and that was pretty much the only thing that he actually looked forward to. Mostly because he didn't have to wear a tux while watching other's stuff their faces and dance. Plus he didn't really enjoy it because most years it was just him and a few other friend's. It was nothing that really interested him to be honest he kind of really just preferred to sit under a tree while other's danced and spent their time at the feast. He sighed softly, thinking more about it as he began to near the one class he didn't want to go to but had to go to.




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Harmony sighed softly, shaking her head at Mark. She then noticed a few people rising from their seat, obviously class was about to start. She slid her phone from her pocket, checking the time before stuffing it back into her back pocket. "I better get to class Mark, it was nice talking to you. I'll see you in class later, okay?" She told him before getting up, slinging her bag over her shoulder then smiling at Mark a moment before walking away from the table. She thought about which class she had and soon enough she remembered that it was Professor Tanner that she had at the beginning of the day. Sighing softly she began to make her way over there, wondering if she had left anything in her room that she may have needed for the class, though, she doubted it.

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Alanna waited long enough for Lowell's answer before picking up her plate and standing up from the table.

"I've gotta get to class." She said to the small group, glancing quickly at the number of students leaving the dining hall, "But I'll see you guys in class." Alanna couldn't remember if she shared physics class with any of the three, but second period was Professor Janvier's compulsory class so she would see them then anyway.

Alanna quickly took her plates up to be cleaned before leaving through the main doors. Immediately the cold hit her and Alanna hugged her clothes tighter around her. Not wanting to slip on any of the ice she took care with her steps. She managed to make it across the snow filled yard with no problem, reaching the relative safety of the covered walkway without mishap. Then it was only a short walk to the science building and her physics class.

Pushing the door open she saw that only half the room was full, the other half of its students still on their way. Professor Tanner sat at his desk at the head of the classroom, feet resting lazily on his desk. Alanna skirted around his desk and took a seat beside the window at an empty table. She placed her bag down beside her, drew out her physics book and then waited for the lesson to begin.

Alanna could see that they would be working in pairs and hoped that someone wouldn't leave Alanna working alone. A moment later the door opened and Anastasia Palmer walked in. The girl was an ice elemental and not someone that Alanna considered a friend. Anastasia took a seat at the back of the classroom, she too was alone. Alanna hoped that Mr Tanner wouldn't force any pair-less students together, Alanna would rather work alone than with an ice student. Instead of worry about who she would work with Alanna turned her attention to the instruments set up on the table, wondering what they would be doing today.

Lockie Porter


Lockie was still unsure what he had first period. He stood up, collecting his plate and gave a distracted wave to his friends,
"I'll see you all period two" He told them, referring to one of their compulsory classes. Honestly it was a wonder that he had remembered that... if only he could remember what he had first period.
He listed the teachers and classes as he took his dishes up, striking off classes he was certain he didn't have.

In the end, having reached no definite answer, Lockie was forced to return to his room. There, stuck above his desk, was a large class schedule. Lockie ran a finger across and let out a sigh of relief.
"Study Period" He said to himself, a loop-sided grin spreading across his face. He realised that he probably could have slept in later since his study periods meant he had the whole period to do whatever he wanted. He could sleep through it all if he wanted. But he knew that he would have to use it to catch up on assignments.

Lockie collected his books, stuffed them into his backpack and then proceeded to leave his room. The library was his destination and the walk to the library shouldn't have taken all that long. Only Lockie, as most students know, was easily distracted. A stray thought made him change direction, the drifting sound of music caught his attention a moment later and before he knew it he was on the opposite side of the school from the library, wondering through quiet corridors with little purpose.

It was as he was wondering down one such corridor that he caught sight of a figure quietly sketching in a window seat. As he came closer he recognised Xanthia. Or at least that's what he thought her name was. He hadn't really seen the younger girl around that much.
"Hi, what are you sketching?" He asked. His natural curiousity and friendliness meant he rarely suffered from shyness.

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Kara sighed, watching as Alanna rose from her seat and excused herself since she did have class. This was when she remembered that the two didn't have the same period this period, so it was probably a good idea that Kara started to class too. She had no interest in being late to class and getting into trouble because she was busy talking to people. After a while of thinking about which class she had to go to she finally stood up. "I got to get to class too, but I'll see you two around." She announced before making her way over to where she threw away her plate. Once she finished getting rid of her plate she left the dinning hall and slung her bag over her shoulder carelessly. She was now on her way to Professor Heart's class whom of which taught Mathematics, one of the classes that she didn't particularly mind too much.




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Beau finally made it to Professor Tanner's room, and suddenly he wished that he had brought that snowball to throw on the Professor. Too late now though, sighing softly he smirked a little as he walked into the room. "Hey, Hey! Mr. Tanner! Nice to see you this lovely snowy morning right?!" He said to his Professor loudly. He was obviously being both obnoxious and sarcastic on purpose just to get a rise out of the Professor and maybe even a few kids in his class room at the moment. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "So, want to give us a little preview of what we are going to do today? Or no?" He asked, lowering his voice slightly as he sat right up in the front seat in front of Professor Tanner's desk. He grinned a little while setting his bag on the ground and began to lean way back in his seat.




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Harmony slowly entered the room, gently fixing the book that she was holding in her hand. On the way to Professor Tanner's room she had stopped by her dorm room quickly so that she could get her text book for his class, and now here she was standing in his room and making her way over to a desk that in the middle of the room. She looked at Beau, raising an eyebrow slightly at him as he spoke to Professor Tanner. She had remembered that Beau was a Wood and Professor Tanner was a Metal so obviously they never really got along. It didn't help that Beau was always trying to get Professor Tanner mad or was always trying to annoy him. She bit her lip, opening her book and examining her work silently as she waited for further instructions on what they were going to do today.

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The obnoxious voice of one of Brent's least favourite students broke through his rest.
"Hey, Hey! Mr. Tanner! Nice to see you this lovely snowy morning right?!" Beau's voice was loud and sarcastic, as Brent could only expect from such a student. "So, want to give us a little preview of what we are going to do today? Or no?" The boy continued, taking a seat at the front of the room.

Brent raised his eyebrows, not impressed at all with the young man's attitude. But, he had to admit that Beau had given Brent the perfect opener. With a slight twitch of his hand Brent called on his metal bending and directed his mind at the metal legs of Beau's chair. As Beau smiled smugly at Brent the metal legs of his chair buckled forward.
"Today we're experimenting with the concept of gravity." Brent explained, standing up and wondering around to the front of his desk. He addressed the whole class as most appeared to have arrived and taken seats. One hand removed his sun glasses as he spoke, while the other leaned back over his desk to grab an apple.
"You see gravity is the attraction of two bodies. You and the earth, Mr Miller and the floor. The larger the other body, the larger the gravity force acting on you. " Brent gave his apple a bite and flashed a grin down at Beau,
"I hope you're not going to be spending all day down there Mr Miller, you'll miss out on our class." Sarcasm was evident in his voice.

Sure, using your powers to throw a student off their chair was hardly teacher protocol, but Brent had always believed in the rule 'his classroom, his rules'.
"I want you all to partner up and begin the experiment. By the end of the period I expect all of you to have done the experiment and began the report." Brent Tanner paused, considering when to make the report due. He knew the Winter Feast was on tonight and that most of the students would be drinking at the after party, so there was little chance of anything getting done tonight.
"I expect everyone's reports to be handed in the day after tomorrow. Apart from Mr Miller, your report is due tomorrow." Brent couldn't hide the smirk that flitted across his face. He loved being a teacher.




Lockie Porter


Lockie had obviously surprised the girl. She jumped and exclaimed, 'Crymony!' , a very strange choice of word.
Lockie came closer, standing with his hands resting on his head as Xanthia answered.
"I was drawing the layout for the decorations and everything for the Feast tonight. But then you came along and scared me, successfully ruining my picture," Lockie frowned slightly, craning his head slightly to see where he had accidentally caused her to ruin her picture. He was just about to open his mouth and apologise when Xanthia continued,
"It's alright, though. I wasn't that far along, so I can just copy it onto another piece of paper,"

"Oh, that's a relief." He replied with a smile. He was considering leaving and letting Xanthia continue with her sketching when she scooted over slightly in her seat and patted the spot next to her. Lockie, completely oblivious to Xanthia's flushed cheeks, nodded happily as she offered him the seat which Lockie took. Xanthia offered Lockie some food and Lockie, despite having just eaten, accepted a granola bar with a happy shrug. In Lockie's mind you could never get enough food.
"I thought I was the only one that carried around a personal stash." Lockie remarked through bites of the bar. He pulled out of his own bag a small bag of small sweets and offered the bag to Xanthia, but pulled back when Xanthia began talking about the feast.

"By the way, do you have any ideas for the Feast, at all? I would love for another person's input. Also, what would you think of it being a masquerade feast? That would be fun, no?' Lockie had to smile at Xanthia's enthusiasm, but he merely shrugged at her idea.
"It's never been masquerade before." He told her, "It's probably best to stick to the traditional decorations and stuff. Y'know, ice ribbons, snow and all that kind of stuff."
He felt slightly bad disagreeing with her idea, but he knew the ice students would get angry if someone tried to change the feast.
"But hey, you're going to the after party right?" Lockie asked, his thoughts already jumping ahead to the fun night to come. "I'm determined to get one of the ice students to make a slide out the window this year."
A dream perhaps, but one that Lockie was determined to have realised.

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It didn't take too long for Marion to get to Mr. Tanner's class, however, she did take the time to make a journey out of the average walking through the hallway. After throwing out her devoured blueberry muffin, she made her way past several large glass windows. They let in a clear image of the snowy world outside, something that seemed quaint yet cryptic to the fiery girl. All of a sudden, she stopped. Marion was one for spotting details, and just out of the corner of her eye, she had seen a most vivid sight. Through the crystal-like glass, she could see a statue lying coolly in the winter wonderland that surrounded it. It's grayish-white detail shone brightly through the white snow. The precipitation that had covered the statue's head was now petering off down to the ground, making the statue seem clear and crisp.

Without hesitation, Marion pulled out her ipod and started up a fancy photography app. She snapped a picture, saved it, and added effects to the photo as she leisurely sauntered to her destination. Not only was she a riot, a rebel, and a child in spirit, but she was an artist as well. Not exactly a traditional artist who painted and sketched, but something a little bit different. She wasn't a photographer, but a crafter, a cinematographer, and a musician. Marion's art, whatever form it came in, wasn't complex, but indiscriminate. She did whatever came to her brain. She wasn't a planner or a schemer. Her art was free, much like her personality. At the moment, she had been hastily putting her time into making a birdhouse composed entirely of cardboard. It wouldn't be as good as using actual wood, of course, but it could prove itself to be just as big of a challenge. She needed something to paint on the side, and the photograph she had just taken would serve as her inspiration. Always in the corner of her mind, her daydreams of birds actually entering into her hand-made structure pushed her to keep working on the project.

She tucked her ipod deep into the crevices of her bag. Mr. Tanner was a metal elementalist, and he was particularly known for feeling and publicly revealing objects that were composed of the material. Marion, having a deep respect for the professor, wanted only to impress him, and would do anything it took to follow his command. She had this sort of dedication for only a few teachers in her life. The first being a private tutor who had home-schooled her during her circus days, the second being Mr. Tanner, and the third, Nicholas Youngblood.

She walked into the room, neither being late or early, and took a seat near the front of the class. Marion always loved sitting in the front. To her, it was where the most action happened. She took out a green-colored pen, and started to write the date on the top the paper inside her notebook. Her black notebook had the Batman logo printed over the cover.

Marion jerked up when she heard the sound of scraping metal. Beau Miller was on the floor right next to her desk. Although she had undoubted feelings for the boy, she couldn't help but chuckle a little. The way Mr. Tanner's face looked at Beau with an utmost discrepancy gave her a clue as to what had actually happened. Mr. Tanner's mannerisms were the reason why Marion had taken a liking to Physics. He was what she strived to be. "Dude, you alright?" she silently asked Beau, a little bit too silently to say the least. She would have helped him up, but Mr. Tanner began to speak before she had the chance to even extend her arm.

"Today we're experimenting with the concept of gravity." he said, grabbing his sunglasses that he had been wearing. With a smile, Marion subtly shook her head. Anyone with the courage to wear sunglasses during the winter was a badass in her book.
"You see gravity is the attraction of two bodies. You and the earth, Mr Miller and the floor. The larger the other body, the larger the gravity force acting on you. " He took a bite of his apple that had been sitting on his desk, and continued, "I hope you're not going to be spending all day down there Mr Miller, you'll miss out on our class."
Marion exhaled rather deeply, and stared at Beau out of the corner of her eye until he got up.

"I want you all to partner up and begin the experiment. By the end of the period I expect all of you to have done the experiment and began the report."
A partner project? Marion had no idea. She had always considered experiments a pain in the ass, but having a partner would at least make it more tolerable. The only hard part about a partner project would be picking someone who would be able to get the work done fast while also having a good time doing it...

"I expect everyone's reports to be handed in the day after tomorrow. Apart from Mr Miller, your report is due tomorrow."
The words that Mr. Tanner had nonchalantly said to Beau stabbed Marion like a knife to the heart. She almost choked on the air she had inhaled. She turned her head to Mr. Tanner, then Beau, then to her blank notebook page. Why would Mr. Tanner torture Beau on the day of the Winter Feast? What had Beau done to deserve that kind of punishment? She thought back to a couple of minutes ago. He was talking to Mr. Tanner about something when she had walked in...

Great; whatever he did, he had pissed him off, and now he was going to feel the wrath of Iron Man. (Marion's nickname for the physics professor that she sometimes called him by.) What would he do? What would she do? Most of the kids in the class were older than her by a couple of years. Beau was the only one close to her age. If they joined forces, she'd have to suffer his pain. But then again, did age even matter? She could just go up to someone and ask them to be her partner. It would be a piece of cake and a time-saver for her. But she wanted to help Beau. She was fairly smart enough in physics that she could guide him through his work. She wanted to ask him, but she didn't, but she did.
A scramble of decisions and thoughts swirling around in her head like a cyclone, Marion stared at Beau out of the corner of her eye, then looked down at her notebook, then did it again, and repeated. She'd leave Beau's fate up to his own decision. If he wanted to make life harder for himself, then his own choice would bring about his defeat. Marion sighed. Why was she freaking out over this like it was life or death? He was just some guy...

...No he wasn't. Sitting in her desk while motion surrounded her, she waited until someone would ask her to join them in the experiment. Her actions were completely going against her normal personality, as she was usually the first one to jump up out of her seat during a partner project. She folded her hands, looked down at her notebook, and patiently waited for someone to approach her.

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"Almost.." Anastasia whispered to herself, shading in the underside of a tree in her drawing, the pencil wearing dull in her fingers as she moved it gently across the paper. A male voice spoke up in a slightly sarcastic tone to Mr. Tanner and she looked up to see someone in the front row had been the one to do it. She wasn't sure, but was fairly certain that the two of them loathed each other to some extent, just like she didn't favor the fire students. Speaking of fire.

Ana glanced over briefly at Alanna, who sat a good distance away from her. She had felt her stare earlier when she walked in the room but didn't pay any mind to it. Seeing that she was alone without a partner, she tapped her pencil lightly against the pad on the table but shook her head. No, she would rather not go over there. Besides, were they really needing a second hand in this experiment?

As soon as she thought it though, Mr. Tanner had stood up after bending the legs of the male students' chair -was that Beau? She had seen him around. Ana had to stop herself from laughing at the action, and instead listened to Mr. Tanner explain the lab today. Gravity? How was that needing a partner? All you had to do was drop two objects with different mass and explain why one would fall faster.. Right?

Grabbing one of the lab books to write the lab results in and do the report, she also turned her drawing pad to a blank page. she didn't have anything like bouncy balls to use, so she would have to improvise. Ripping two of the pages out - Ana only crumpled one of them up into a ball, leaving the other flat and smooth. She would work alone on this until told otherwise.

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"I hope you're not going to be spending all day down there Mr. Miller, you'll miss out on our class." Beau let out a long angry breath. He put his head against the edge of his chest, grumbling horrid things about Mr. Tanner under his breath. He inhaled a shaky breath as he tried to contain his anger. His secreted anger issues were coming out right about now and currently he was just trying to contain it. "Dude, you alright?" He had heard the voice of Marion whom of which was sitting near him. He relaxed a bit, inhaling slowly then sighing softly. He lifted his head and looked straight at her. "Yup, I'm fine. No broken bones but I am just a little angry and embaressed." He whispered to her then slowly got up out of his chair and moved to the one directly next to Marion. He fixed his books on his table then slowly leaned back in his chair as he glared at Mr. Tanner while listening to what the Metal teacher had to say.

Sighing softly he ran hand through his hair before folding his arms down on his desk and he shoved his head down onto his arms. This was the usual sleeping position for students, but he had no plans on going to sleep due to the fact that he had no interest in getting in more trouble or to get even more ticked off than he already was. Upon hearing that they were allowed to have partners he instantly thought about having Marion as his partner if she even wanted him as a partner though he understood if she didn't want to be his partner. "I expect everyone's reports to be handed in the day after tomorrow. Apart from Mr Miller, your report is due tomorrow." Mr. Tanner obviously couldn't hide the smirk that flitted across his face. This made Beau absolutely furious. "That is completely unfair!" He sputtered angrily. By this time his head had shot up along with his body. He glared at Mr. Tanner for several moments then shook his head as he bit his cheek form spitting horrible words at him in front of the rest of the students in this classroom. This was stupid, he wasn't about to give Mr. Tanner the satisfaction of him being angry. He nodded over and over again and slowly slid back into his chair. "Okay, fine then. You know what Mr. Tanner I'll get an A on it don't you worry. Who cares if it's due tomorrow? Huh? It's not like I am going to be doing much during the Winter Feast any ways." He growled then smirked right back at him. "Thanks Mr. Tanner you make me such a better man." He said, leaning back in his seat again and tilting his head up to show Mr. Tanner the proud smile on his face.

Be the bigger man, right? You can't let people get in your head like Mr. Tanner always tries to do with Beau. His mama had always told him to be the bigger man when it comes down to it so he was going to be the bigger man. It was fine, missing a Winter Feast wasn't that bad there was probably always going to be another dance or another Feast. Something along those lines. He popped his fingers once as he slowly sat up and took out the stuff he would need for the project and he set his stuff down on his desk. Glancing over at Marion he ignored anything else that Mr. Tanner had to say to him. "Hey, Marion," He said to her in a hushed tone. "Want to work together on this project? I mean I'd understand if you don't, but it was worth asking." He added with a shrug. He smiled at her a little, relaxing much more and now he was becoming his usual self.




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Harmony wasn't even sure what was going on. All she knew was that they were having some kind of feud up in the front of the room and here she was already thinking about the order in which she would do her project. Shifting in her chair she yawned softly, waiting until she saw Beau finally sit down after snapping at Mr. Tanner. Beau was taking this a lot better than he usually did when people weren't around and it was just Beau and Mr. Tanner. She bit her lip gently then started to flip through the Gravity section in her book. She felt her eyes get heavy slightly, so she decided that it would be a good idea if she just rested her head for a little. Placing her elbow down on the desk she left an open palm where she placed her head as she scanned through the Gravity section. Soon enough she felt her eyes get heavy and before she knew it she was drifting off to sleep. Not on purpose but by accident because she hadn't gotten really any sleep last night. It was rare for her ever to fall asleep during class unless something was wrong or she had been unable to get sleep the night before. Usually by now she would be hard at work on her work while up and ready for anything that was possible.

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"Hey, Marion,"

Crap.

"Want to work together on this project? I mean I'd understand if you don't, but it was worth asking."
She swiftly turned her head in his direction and plastered a cheerful smile onto her face.
"Yeah! Of course! Sure! Oh it's fine! It's totally fine!"

It was evident by her first response to Beau that although Marion was happy about her wish being granted, she was nervous as well. Maybe even frightened. Even as a little girl, she would become petty and apprehensive around those she considered to be admirable. She glanced down at her notebook, then Beau, then at her physics textbook. "Alrighty, let's see what we have to do for this experiment..." she said, quickly flipping over the book's contents until she landed on page seventy-four. It contained the instructions for the experiment.

Not wanting to waste any time with Beau around, Marion avoided staring at the pictures, and jumped towards the first step on the page. She read the instructions silently, then spoke out loud to the wood elementalist next to her. "Looks like we have to read part of the chapter first, and then go back and read over what we have to do." Marion hated backtracking, and would normally just skip the first step and cut right to the chase, but she didn't want to look like a slacker in front of Mr. Miller.

Dragging her finger over the words, she tried as hard as she could to get through the section without wasting too much time. As seconds passed, it seemed apparent that her goal wasn't about getting a good grade for herself, but it was about doing Beau a favor. She didn't want him to miss out on the Winter Feast. She refused to let someone she cared about not show up to something she cared about. It was as simple as that. "Okay," she quietly muttered, "So after reading this, I have a pretty good feeling I know what the experiment is going to be..." She flipped through the pages yet again, and then silently slammed her hand onto the book when she had reached the page. "Yup," she said, nodding her head, "Terminal velocity and air resistance."

She quickly read the passage inside her head, her eyes swiftly flickering across the page. She nodded, then got out of her seat, grabbed a tennis ball from one of the bins on the back table near the window, and brought the neon green ball back to her desk, tossing it every time she took a step. She sat back down, and as she opened her notebook, she started to speak again.
"So basically what we're doing is we're taking a tennis ball and a sheet of paper and dropping them at the same time. We see which one hits the ground first, record the data, then crumple the paper and repeat. It's supposed to show you air resistance and velocity and stuff. I did this all the time when I was really little. It's not hard at all."
As she did this, she didn't even give Beau an acknowledging glance. Sometimes, when she fancied someone, she didn't stare directly into their eyes or even at them. It was a quirk that she desperately wanted to get rid of.

Without hesitation, she ripped a piece of lined paper out of her notebook, and then quickly slid it away so that Beau wouldn't catch the Batman symbol on the front. She grabbed the green pen resting on her desk, slid it over her ear, and then held the paper and tennis ball out in front of her physics partner with a smile. "Would you like to do the honor of dropping these fine objects, Beau Miller?"

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He had called her that name. The one she never let anyone call her. She had never told anyone why and it wasn't like she would ever plan on it. However Rhys was an exception on only one basis; when he was worried about her. She knew when he said her real name the jokes were done and there was no point trying to play around. She would just have to get to the point and tell him the truth. How he managed to always read her mind however was always something she marveled at.

Sable bit her lip, it was something she did when she was about to tell someone the truth, she actually never realized that she does this but it to no fail it always happened. Sable didn't want to tell Rhys she was upset, she didn't want to get into one of those conversations. She always felt weak and feminine when she talked about her 'Feelings two things she absolutely hated. She always wanted to be that friend that a guy would have a good time with and not have to worry about, not some girl that he hung out with and had to watch everything he said to her. That was stupid and it couldn't be any fun. So why be one?

Again she looked over at Rhys and watched his body movement to see if he were relaxed or tense waiting for her answer. He would never push her to do something she couldn't do, however this was something she could; it was just talking right? When she looked at him though she made sure not to keep eye contact, again something Sable always did. Staring into someones eyes was like being hypnotized she couldn't do it, and she would be locked in that gaze completely vulnerable until that person looked away. She didn't understand why her body made this her weakness but hey you can't pick and choose what destroys you right?

"I'm a bit upset. I'm a tad scared. And you really need to get out of my head." A small smile swept across her face and did her best to let Rhys know that she would be ok. "Don't worry about me so much. I'll survive, even if I get a few scrapes a long the way." She paused for a second and took a breath before turning towards the door and letting her head fall. "I guess I'm just not ready to start the year." She half laughed at herself, "I'll see you after class and you better meet me right here." She pointed at a spot close to the door and made the stern expression to make it seem like she was serious before she laughed again. "That way you can make sure I made it out a live." A grin appeared on her face and she quickly ran and hugged her friend before sliding into class... and when I mean slide I literally mean she slipped and landed in a chair off to the side near the door. Hey it worked didn't it?

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Anastasia had been searching through her bag for other random objects to use for the experiment when she heard footsteps stop right at her table. Afraid that it was Mr. Tanner coming up and asking her to partner up with the fire student, she let out a brief sigh of relief when it was just Lil Evans. Ana knew she was from London, that was awesome to her. She was also a nice girl, but they never actually tried to be friends before. Giving a small smile to her, Lil spoke up before she could "Umm, hey" she said to her, giving off the little vibe she was actually nervous. "Is anybody sitting here?"

Anastasia glanced over at the all knowing empty chair beside her, and she looked back at the Lil, shaking her head. "Nope, it's free."

"I mean, would you mind me sitting here, if no one already is?" Lil asked her, and Ana smiled again, shaking her head again.

"You can sit there if you like, I don't mind at all." She responded nicely. Ana looked back at the paper ball on the table then looked at Lil again. "And in case you missed the whole thing Mr. Tanner gave, we are pretty much doing a lab over gravity, he's giving," Anastasia looked up at Beau, the only student who had to turn it in tomorrow, "Most of us, until the day after tomorrow to turn the report in." She shrugged, looking back at the paper ball now. "If you'd like to be partners, that's fine with me, but it's up to you."

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Character Portrait: Alanna Ascot Character Portrait: Brent Tanner Character Portrait: Anastasia Marie Palmer Character Portrait: Arianna "Sable" Crimir Character Portrait: Beau Miller Character Portrait: Harmony Baxter Character Portrait: Marion March Character Portrait: Lil Evans
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Alanna Ascot


Alanna watched the drama between Mr Tanner and Beau as it unfolded. She felt sorry for Beau, being disliked by Mr Tanner was probably not the easiest thing. Out of all the teachers at the Academy, Mr Tanner was the one most likely to act like a child, or so Alanna thought anyway.

With her head down she began her experiment, working with the boy next to her. Markus, a fire elemental, was a pleasant boy who was also had a temper. While she wasn't good friends with the boy for the experiment he made a fine partner. The experiment itself was pretty simple, testing how gravity affected several objects of different size and density. It would be the report that took up a much longer time. Mr Tanner always expected an in-depth, scientific report complete with introduction, hypothesis etc etc. It would take a good few hours of work for Alanna to get it to a standard that she was happy with. But, as with most school work she did, she would complete it to the best of her ability.

Alanna glanced up to the front of the room where Mr Tanner was seated behind his desk. His glasses had reappeared, no doubt shielding his hungover eyes from the bright classroom lights, and his feet were once again resting on his table. While she didn't need help for the experiment she did have a few questions about the report. With a quiet word to Markus, Alanna stood and made her way up to Mr Tanner. She stood in front of his desk for a moment, waiting for him to notice her. When it became evident that he was either ignoring her or asleep Alanna cleared her throat, hoping to catch his attention. It failed and Alanna became even more convinced that Mr Tanner was in fact asleep. Reaching out a tentative hand she tapped the sole of his shoe, sending a tiny electrical charge from her finger into his shoe. Almost immediately he gave a jolt, waking up with a grunt of surprise.

"Miss Ascot?" He said, still half asleep, "You do know using your powers on a teacher is a punishable offense"
"You were asleep sir and I have questions." Alanna replied.
"Ah, right. Right. Questions. What are they?" Mr Tanner said, running a distracted hand through his hair.
"For the report what method of citation do you want us to use?" Alanna began, "And do you want us to round numbers to three significant figures or two?"
Mr Tanner blinked up at her for a moment, obviously the question took a moment to sink in.
"Use whatever method you want for citation and three significant figures." he finally replied, fighting back a yawn part way through. Alanna nodded, took a mental note and thanked him before returning to her desk.

Brent Tanner


Brent, now awake and feeling like he should at least try to do something, stood up. He stretched first, working the kinks out of his back that his small nap had created. Sleeping in his classroom chair was hardly comfortable.
He began a slow wonder around the classroom, stopping every so often at each table to see how the student's work was going.

"Excellent work Miss Palmer." Brent said, passing Anastasia and Lil. Well, he hoped it was excellent work. He really only glanced at the student's experiments as he passed them. Most students did seem to be able to manage the experiment well enough. It would be the report that tested more than a few of them. Brent liked his student's reports to be comprehensive, concise and well-written. Any grammatical or spelling errors would lower the student's grade. In this age of spell check and computers there was really no excuse.

"Nice to see you in class Miss Crimir" Brent said as he spotted Sable slipping into a seat near the door. Literally slipping.

His walk about done Brent settled back at the head of the classroom and sat down, his eyes glancing every so often to the classroom clock position on the wall.

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"Sorry Mr. Tanner for my tardiness." Sable lowered her head at the desk and looked around to see what the class was working on. *A group project? Already?* And it looked like everyone already had their partners for the day so Sable would have to work on her own. Oh joy.

Sable got to work and started answering or figuring out her project it really wasn't too hard to do, surprisingly, but she wanted to get it done and over with instead of procrastinating to the last day like she was known to do every other year. This year she wanted to try to change that bad habit. It wasn't like it affected her grades, in fact most of her grades wee quite good, just it affected social hour if she wanted to go out... yeah right... or go see a movie... by herself... or something.

Sable again looked around the class. It was quite full, she recognized some faces, somewhat, while others were completely new to her. Most of them looked like they were still doing the experiment. The experiment was quite intriguing and Sable finished before the class ended. She was already starting the report.

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Character Portrait: Alanna Ascot Character Portrait: Brent Tanner Character Portrait: Anastasia Marie Palmer Character Portrait: Arianna "Sable" Crimir Character Portrait: Beau Miller Character Portrait: Harmony Baxter Character Portrait: Marion March Character Portrait: Lil Evans
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Beau organized his stuff while awaiting her response. When she did respond it was a response that kind of surprised him. "Yeah! Of course! Sure! Oh it's fine! It's totally fine!" Nodding in response to that he looked at the paper he had gotten from... him. As Beau didn't not like even thinking the Metal man's name. Smoothly brushing his hand through his hair he finally flipped through the pages in the book, stopping at the page that was needed to complete the project that was presented to him. Running his finger over the words he read it over quickly then sighed softly as it confused him ever so slightly. That slight confusion might as well left him completely baffled because he wasn't sure what to do right about now. "Looks like we have to read part of the chapter first, and then go back and read over what we have to do." She had mentioned which snapped him from his slightly confused state and he looked straight at her, giving her a small charming smile. "Yeah, I knew that. I don't know why but just reading over it confused me a little." He admitted softly, flipping over to a couple different pages before back to the needed page which he read it over once again. Suddenly he understood what he was reading by the Oh, that escaped his lips.

"Okay," she quietly muttered, "So after reading this, I have a pretty good feeling I know what the experiment is going to be..." He watched her hesitantly as she flipped through the pages yet again, and then silently slammed her hand onto the book when she had reached the page. "Yup," she said, nodding her head, "Terminal velocity and air resistance." He nodded, biting the inside of his cheek once before looking down at his book once again. Piece of cake right, He thought, shaking his head once at his thought. "Doesn't sound to hard," He commented, slowly rising from his seat just so he could stand with one foot while his other leg rested on the chair beneath him. Obviously Marion knew what she was doing really more than he actually did. Of course he did his very best not to show that fact because he didn't want to seem at all clueless in front of her. "So basically what we're doing is we're taking a tennis ball and a sheet of paper and dropping them at the same time. We see which one hits the ground first, record the data, then crumple the paper and repeat. It's supposed to show you air resistance and velocity and stuff. I did this all the time when I was really little. It's not hard at all." He had been about to go get the needed equipment but Marion seem to already be a couple steps ahead of him. He chuckled, looking at the items carefully.

He glanced down at his book, his eyes grazing over his eyes for a split second until she spoke once again. "Would you like to do the honor of dropping these fine objects, Beau Miller?" This question made him smile happily as he held out his hands for the objects. "I would love to do the honor. By the way, thanks for working with me." He mentioned with a gentle smile as he carefully took the items from her. Okay he could do this, like she said it wouldn't be hard at all and he knew she was right. He glanced over at the page in his book before holding the items out. Double checking to make sure they were just about at the same height before he let go of them both at the same time and carefully watched as the tennis ball quickly hit the ground and bounced away while the paper kind of just simply floated down to the ground before sliding across the floor. Afterwards he hurried over to them both, taking the paper and the tennis ball into his hands then he walked back over to his desk. "Basically the tennis ball hits the ground faster than the paper reaches the ground due to gravity pulling it to the ground and due to the mass of each item." He pointed out, hoping that sounded even some what right, though, he was pretty sure he was right. "Would you like to do the second part or do would you like me to continue to do the tests?" Questioning this because he just wanted to make sure incase she wanted to do one of these experiments at any point and time. Holding the items out to her he quirked an eyebrow at her as if repeating the question with just an expression on his face.