Mecca Mana

Auditorium

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a part of Mecca Mana, by EKRonnie.

This is where announcements and gatherings will be held for the school.

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The auditorium is more like a theater, red cushioned chairs lined up in rows with a vaulted ceiling revealing a balcony of additional chairs as well as a glorious, sparkling chandelier. A stage sits at the front, red curtains closed.

Auditorium

This is where announcements and gatherings will be held for the school.

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Auditorium is a part of Mecca Mana Academy.


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Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games

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The students were led to the auditorium upon arriving. The seats provided comfort after their long journeys to the Academy, but did not comfort their confusions or suspicions about the place. Four adults stood on the stage, conversing lowly with one another. Two wore smiles, while the other two looked bored. Still, they waved and greeted the students who arrived one by one to receive their informal orientation.

And answers.

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Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games

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Franki stepped slowly into the auditorium. She and a group of teens around her age, were all ushered inside and told to take seats. No one spoke, all too concerned about why they were brought here. She gripped the strap of her bag tighter, the bulk of it banging against her knee as she walked.

The auditorium was beautiful. Franki found herself staring up at the large chandelier. The bright twinkling crystals caused the lights to bounce off the space, and creating a beautiful effect in the large space. The chairs were plush and red, matching the velvet curtain on the stage. It was then that Franki noticed the four people standing on the stage.

They talked quietly amongst themselves, probably about why the teens were here. Someone knocked into Franki and she quickly caught herself. The person muttered an apology before turning into an aisle to take a seat. Franki rolled her eyes, but began moving with the group again.

She turned into an aisle, and walked down a bit, before finally deciding on a seat. She placed her bag on her lap and waited patiently for the orientation to begin.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games

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Kael followed the wave of excited and nervous students filing into the Auditorium. More students appeared to be more of the nervous type, with the majority of the sounds coming from the chairs moving or the four adults on the stage. A couple of students spoke in hushed whispers off to one side and he heard a burst from a girl off in one of the seats, "TEN point landing, the crowd goes wild!" Ha, he thought, now that's more like it.

Stopping at an isle, Kael found a hole in the wave of students and sat in the closest seat to the outside. He dropped his bag to the floor between his feet and let out a sigh. Standing almost all day had taken its toll and shuffling between all the nervous students was exhausting. A few seats down a girl sat with her bag on her lap waiting patiently as more students made their way into the auditorium. Watching all of them, Kael felt boredom quickly working its way to his head and pulled out his phone.

"WheeeeEEW POW!" Went the bird as it crushed the evil piggy. Kael hadn't noticed the sound was on and quickly shut the phone off. He could feel more than one set of eyes on him as his fingers found a sudden itch on his chin, letting his gaze fix on the chandelier high in the ceiling. "That was a little loud..."

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Tony Viaggio

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Tony wandered in with the others, but keeping mostly to the back. Some were talking excitedly, others seemed nervous like him. As he walked in, he couldn't help but be stand in awe at the auditorium. The chandelier, the seats, the curtains....it reminded him of Broadway.

A shout from further into the large room knocked Tony back to his senses, and he realized he had been standing still, gaping upwards with his mouth open, for a good five minutes. Embarrassed, he shuffled over to the closest empty seat and sat in it quite unceremoniously. He heard the sounds of Angry Birds erupt behind him before it was quickly shut out. That made him smile, slightly.

He stared at his shoes for a bit before letting his eyes venture upwards, towards the wonderfully carved ceiling, and that fantastic chandelier. Imagine playing in a room like this! A right performance hall...his eyes settled on the stage and the curtains, and he examined the folds, the color, the way the light hit them. He wondered what it would be like if he was the one standing there, flute in hand, performing in front of this auditorium full of people. The thought both emboldened him and saddened him, as he thought about his lost opportunity at Juilliard Prep. Well, his dad wanted him to go here, and after all the yelling they had done at each other (well, his dad did most of the yelling...all right, all of the yelling), it was the least he could do to make his father 'proud' again. And the mountains and countryside was a nice change of scenery from the busy Jersey Shore.

Tony settled deeper into his chair and picked absent-mindedly at the cushion, staring at the marble-tiled floor.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Tony Viaggio Character Portrait: Sunan Charoenkul

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Sunan Charoenkul


The short, tanned skinned boy walked into the auditorium shortly after he heard screaming. In retrospect, he should of taken that as a sign to just leave regardless of what anyone else thought, said or did. Yet here he was, standing and watching as a blaze of fire shrunk down until it disappeared at where they came from in the first place - an arrogant looking adult. Sunan blinked and rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing correctly? Perhaps this was just a really long, detailed dream. There was gossip that they were gathered at the school because they all had some sort of elemental power, and he couldn't wrap his head around it, even when it was right in front of his face like that. A man that could create flames like that? It had to be some sort of trick, right? Was MTV's Punk'd back on air?

No was the answer, to his dismay, everything was very real. Now he was stuck in some hick town in Montana, not that he actually know what kind of place this was at all, but he was currently too irritated to care. He had been taken from his comfort zone, again, and placed in a boarding school. Sunan wasn't a stranger to living away from home, but he strongly doubted that living and attending school at Mecca Mana would be anything like living with the monks in Thailand. The boy moved towards an aisle to find a seat, clad in a loose orange hoodie and tan cargo shorts. His parents had insist he dress nice for the first day, but he had rebelled, and came wearing beat up sneakers instead of dress shoes.

He took a seat not far from a few other peoples. A boy playing angry birds, a bubbly girl, a lanky boy and a girl with burns over her body. He didn't look their way, and instead put his gaze ahead. The more he thought about it, the more he came to realize that it might not be so bad. At least it was a new place, giving him more areas to explore and discover. Though Sunan really could do without the whole 'This is a boarding school, and not just any boarding school, it's frickin' Hogwarts. You got some crazy elemental ability kid, welcome to the looney bin.' thing. Seriously? Elements? What were they, seventeenth century alchemists? Please. Not that it wasn't an interesting thought, but, really? He remained unsure about this whole situation, and how his supposed 'abilities' were already bringing him grief wasn't helping.

Sunan slid the large headphones off from over his ears until they were resting on his shoulders, around his neck. He followed that up by turning off his ipod, an older model given to him by a friend before he moved back to America, and returned the device back to his hooded sweatshirt's pocket. The boy crossed his arms over his chest, it seemed like the man had gotten what he wanted, the attention of the students. He might as well tune into what they had to say, and put aside what they wanted him to do later.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris

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The heat of the fire snapped Kael back to reality and out of his lulling boredom just in time to watch every candle among the chandelier spark to life with a tiny dancing flame. Watching those flames dance seemed to slow everything around him down. Everywhere throughout the auditorium were yells and shouts and people frantically moving about out of reaction and instinct, a few stood or sat in stunned silence; none of which seemed to reach Kael.

Out of nowhere, a scream escalated above the rest of the mayhem in the large room and shattered the solace surrounding Kael. He felt, more than anything else, the torrent of water rushing through the auditorium toward the stage and saw the girl a few seats away move out of the corner of his eye. The bag at his feet was kicked into the isle as Kael got to his feet and spun toward the oncoming wall of water and braced himself with the chairs behind. Simulating an awkward dive, he crossed his arms in front of him while ducking his head and inhaling a quick breath, letting the water break around him.

When his head emerged through the back of the torrent, Kael took another breath and shook out his jacket as the remaining water steamed around him due to the heat emanating from his body. Little tendrils of steam hazed around his body as he lent another kid a hand up and glanced around to see where his bag had gotten to. He found it next to the stage along with many other possessions that washed over. Great... Kael thought as he lifted the sopping wet bag and pulled out the soaked phone I must look quite the sight, completely soaked belongings, and not a drop on myself. He chuckled slightly. Hm?

The bag Kael spotted close to his looked familiar as he grabbed it up as well and looked around to find the girl from his row of seats leaning over another girl. Her hands were wrapped in more water and placed to the sides of the shaking girl's head. Kael rolled his eyes at the students still freaking out and running in all directions as he made his way to the two girls. He set the bag down beside them.

"You dropped this."

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Tony Viaggio Character Portrait: Sunan Charoenkul

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Sunan Charoenkul


One moment he was sitting down peacefully, the next he was soaked with water. It'd happened so quickly, the girl screaming and the rush of water, Sunan didn't have time to react whatsoever. So when the waves of water finally ceased, he was still in his chair as if nothing had happened, only now his clothes were heavy with water. Realizing what had happened, the boy groaned and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his wet fringe back. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as his head craned downwards, irritated and trying to prevent any onslaughts of a headache, or bursts of anger. "I really am stuck with a bunch of crazy people." Sunan mumbled, moving his hands so they pressed into his temple momentarily, before they fell to his sides.

The boy grabbed his ipod from out of his hoodie pocket, it certainly hadn't escaped the onslaught of liquid. Next he grabbed his phone from his pants pocket, that hadn't survived either, he hoped some rice would be able to save them. "Are you serious?" His tone was agitated, angry, but not too loud. Not that it would matter much, the people around him were still increasing in volume. He was uncomfortably wet and already frustrated, not a good combination. Soon he was standing and peeling off his hoodie, it really wasn't doing him much good at the moment, leaving him in a black tank top, or wifebeater, whichever term you preferred.

After wringing the article of clothing out, and tossing it to hang on the back of his chair, he took the time to look around. There was the burned girl who was panicking, being comforted by another, and the redheaded boy next to them as well. Sunan actually had no idea what had happened, and he wasn't sure if she was crying because of the fire or the water, but after a moment he decided he didn't really care. Instead he was more interested in where all that water came from, but found no answers, despite it being right in front of him.

There was also a boy checking on a flute not too far away, and the other people around them were talking animatedly as they fussed over the water and their things. He looked back over to the staff members on stage. How were they going to handle this? They hardly seemed like they knew what they were doing, typical adults. Sunan sighed and stretched, his shoulders slumping soon after and he returned to sitting down on his seat. "Lets just get this over with." More murmurs escaped from his lips. He really wanted nothing more, the sooner he could go retrieve his things and get changed into dry clothing, the better.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West

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Leilani stared bluntly at her, completely calm now that the fire was gone by Leilani's hand.
"Of course I can control water. Do I look like someone who hasn't survived a house fire because of it?" With that, she sent the water around her into a mist, humidifying the area around her. "Now I'd appreciate you get your hands off my burns before I take the water in your body and boil it." Even as she spoke, Leilani's glare was enough to put three people in the grave if looks could kill. NO ONE touched Leilani without her permission. At least, no one who realized that someone with scars MIGHT feel a tad self-conscious about them.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker

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Atomsk walked into the auditorium to a scene of chaos. His eyes grew wide, seeing a large amount of water being pushed away on either side of the auditorium. Students were giggling, acting as if the water wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Students all around were playing around, with fire, water, as if it was a toy. He felt a little self conscious, but didn't let it show. He took a few steps and then turned and leaned against a wall in the back of the auditorium. An old habit, he always hung around near exits for quick escapes if need be. He put one leg up against the wall, putting all his weight on his left leg, and then crossed his arms.

He looked around bored, but the truth was he was fascinated. The others were all very clearly better at this then him. He'd never seen others like him before. He felt sort of out of place. Sure his power could be incredible, but when he thought about using it he couldn't. He pulled his knife from his pocket and took it out of its sheath. A Winchester Hunting knife, perfectly balanced for throwing. He began flipping it in his right hand, holding it by the blade and flipping it thrice to catch it by the handle. He never screwed up, not even once.

He began sweeping the room, getting a good look at everyone. He saw quite a bit of attention surrounding a girl. They seemed quite excited about it, so he assumed she was the one to cause the mess. No one else really seemed to stand out much, a few people playing with fire in their hands, some shooting pebbles across the room. Their were a number of older individuals at the front of the room, very obviously teachers.

A stone flew quickly in his direction. Atomsk reflexively caught the small pebble in his hand, without missing a beat. He kept flipping his knife, and then angrily glared at the student who shot it at him. The student shuddered at his reflexes and tough look, immediately shying away from Atomsk. He wouldn't have done anything to the kid, but he wanted to make it clear not to mess with him. He caught his knife and stopped flipping it momentarily, pausing to put in his headphones. He put his iPod on shuffle, the first song to come up was Electric Feel by MGMT...

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Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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Erin Vines

Late. Unacceptable. Flipping her orange hair over her shoulder, she entered the school and found the auditorium easily as it was described in the letter that she had memorized backwards and forwards just in case she lost it. Recently, she had been trying to train herself to have a photographic memory. It wasn't going terribly well, but she had stared at the short letter long enough to know where to go.

What she found had her mouth dropping open. Soaking students. Teachers at the front of the room not doing a thing. A boy towards the back beside her flipping a knife while he bobbed his head slightly to whatever nonsense he was listening to through those ear buds. Holding the strap of her bag tightly, Erin shook her head and prayed this wasn't the correct location. According to her memory however, this was the only place to be.

Frowning, she dropped her bag to the floor and cross her arms, standing there in the doorway and glaring to the knife the boy was tossing in the air. They really shouldn't allow weapons on campus. It wasn't safe. This kid was probably a delinquent and he was here? Erin huffed and leaned back on the door frame, eyes flaming upon the teachers on the stage. Supposed teachers. They were older, except the blonde one it seemed, but they had to be the teachers.

She couldn't believe this. Noticing her shoe was half in a puddle of water, she hurriedly back away and glared down more. "I'm turning my back on college for this?" she spat, resisting the urge to cuss out the kid with the knife.

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Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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Atomsk noticed a girl walk in and look around, after which she seemed to take an immediate interest in him, although not a positive one. She was glaring at him very intently, or more specifically his knife.

He ignored her and went back to flipping the blade. He was listening to some very mellow techno at this point, but he got slightly more tense the longer the girl glared at him. He tried to ignore it, but eventually it got to him. He caught his knife and quickly stowed it in his pocket, in one fluid motion. He ripped his headphones out of his ears and began wrapping the cord around the iPod. He then addressed the girl.

"Can I help you?" he said, in a very nice tone. He was surprised he sounded so nice, he didn't intend too. He hoped the fact he wasn't smiling would water down the nice tone.

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Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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Erin Vines

"Can I help you?"

It came from the boy with the knife.

He was putting his ipod away, knife stowed away too, but surely not for long. Erin faced him full on, not letting her tiny height become a disadvantage as she held herself high. "Yes. Please dispose of your weapon. It's hardly safe."

Her nearly orange eyes glanced over him and she sniffed, his attire not helping her judgment of him thus far. Already deciding she wanted nothing to do with this boy, she added, "We wouldn't want someone turning you in."

With that, she faced forward, praying the teachers took hold of the auditorium within the next few moments. This was turning out to be very wasteful of her time.

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The girl immediately responded, and about as angrily as he expected.

"Yes. Please dispose of your weapon. It's hardly safe."

He had a smirk on his face. The girl was quite short, but she held herself quite high, making her seem taller then she was, but in comparison to him that still hardly seemed like much. She was actually very pretty. She had eyes that reminded him of embers. He would have been drawn to them if not for the fact that she was getting under his skin.

"We wouldn't want someone turning you in." she proceeded to say, and then immediately turned around. He could have just let this go, but she really pushed his buttons with those high and mighty comments.

"First of all," He said softly, leaning down quietly so he was speaking right in her ear, "My knife is easily the least dangerous thing here. Most of these people here are more dangerous and they don't have a weapon on them. Plus i already asked, they said i could bring it. Flipping it help calms me. I enjoy the monotony of it." He paused for a second, and then continued. "Second of all you should calm down. It's easy to see your looking at everything in this room with disdain, as if your superior. Just give these people a chance before you go judging them."

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Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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Erin Vines

Yes, she jumped. She even squeaked when his voice softly twisted into her ear. Face reddening from embarrassment, she listened to his words with a growing pout, fists clenching at her sides. Who did he think he was?

"I'm not judging them, I'm observing," she corrected, looking out to the room of teenagers. Giggling and running around, one girl terribly upset about whatever. Erin noticed her burns and stopped to wonder what had just happened, but shook her head. "Everyone's being disrespectful. We're supposed to be having an orientation."

Her tiny face turned up to his. "And you're back here, skulking like some criminal. We're here for a reason, and no one is taking it seriously."

With that, she stomped down the aisle, bag dragging behind her. The fact that it slid through puddles didn't bother her much. Finding the front row, she searched for a dry seat, which was basically impossible. So she crossed her arms and stood before the stage, giving her attention to the those on it. The black-haired man was grinning to the darker skinned girl, while the blonde girl who looked nearly their age spoke with a wispy haired bespectacled man, both smiling encouragingly. Erin decided to focus on them, their attitudes more attractive than the frowning pair.



Courtney Knolls

"Should we begin?" she asked Merry beside her, the lanky man adjusting his glasses and grinning out to the crowding students. He shrugged a thin shoulder and glanced to Gina and Rodrick.

"Has Nilrem arrived?"

Courtney shrugged also, glancing the auditorium for the elder man's face, but only saw high school teen movie drama already erupting near the center of the seats. "I don't believe so, but we can't just stand here. Right?" Her eyes locked with Rodrick's across the stage. "We could at the very least dry them off."

Rodrick was already on it, crossing to center stage and standing on the edge. She joined him, coaxing Gina over and saying, "C'mon, do what you two do," she giggled, then faced the auditorium, putting on her cheerleader smile while projecting her voice like at all the football games back home. "All right, ya'll! We'll begin in a few moments, but Mr. Harris and Ms. Games are going to dry you all off. Don't panic, okay? We know some of your abilities aren't, well, up to par I suppose," she giggled, "but sit back and try to relax, 'kay?"

With a dramatic gesture with both arms, she gave the stage to Rodrick and Gina who both held up their hands. Together they created a strong and warm wind current that swept through the students like a spiraling hair dryer. It still took a few minutes, but soon the seats were dried and the puddles gone. Courtney clapped and even got a few students to clap along, including a fiery haired girl standing quite near to the stage. She took a seat once they were dry and avidly watched Courtney with a grin. Courtney smiled back, hoping she was a water gal like herself. She already liked her, she was so eager.

"Okay, now we just need ya'll to settle and we'll get started. Merry?"

The lanky man stepped forward, pushing his brown locks around on his head so they were messier than before. Courtney giggled watching him. His flustered ways were kinda cute.

"I'm Mr. Cinders," he introduced, voice a bit softer than Courtney's. He cleared his throat and continued. "I'm going to be the teacher to all of you earth users, though I'm sure there won't be many of you. She is a hard thing to control, much mightier than any of the elements surely." The others on the stage nodded along.

"This to my left is Courtney Knolls, she'll be instructing you water students." Courtney waved excitedly. "I should warn you, she may look nice now, but she can tough, emotions switching as quickly as the ebb and flow of ocean waves." The blonde laughed loudly, sticking out her tongue to Merry. He just waved her off.

"To my right, we have Gina Games. She'll be instructing you air users, creating winds and managing the air around you to work to your advantage. She's hardly a windy one herself though. I would watch what you say," he mock-threatened, though Gina's at attention stance took the joke seriously. Courtney wondered why she was so serious all the time, but knew she wasn't going to get an answer from Gina herself.

"And finally, Rodrick Harris. Don't let his accent confuse you and don't get on his bad side. He's a fire user and he's very good about not leaving evidence," Merry said, a bit of hesitation quavering in his voice. Rodrick only began to laugh heartily, remembering no doubt the prank he pulled a week ago. Courtney couldn't help but giggle either, covering her mouth for Merry's sake but nearly doubling over. She still couldn't believe Rodrick had singed Merry's pants right off without leaving a scratch on the man. Rodrick cackled victoriously.

"Anyway," Merry pressed on. "We're still waiting for our leader, your Principal or Headmaster if you will. He should be arriving any moment, but if there's anything you'd like to ask, raise your hand and we'll do our best."

With that, he took two steps back to be in line with the other three, nervous smile catching Courtney's eye. "You did fine," she teased, rubbing her arm. She knew he was nervous about public speaking, the poor darling.

Her blue eyes turned to the kids however, hoping they had at least a few questions they could talk about to keep them preoccupied until Nilrem arrived.

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Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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She said she wasn't judging them. "Really? Your actually going to try to deny that?" He thought to himself. At the very least she was judging him. He didn't mind, he tried to put on a tough look. She called him a criminal. Again, that is what he was going for.

She was looking at him again, and with him leaning down so far their faces were quite close. He got to see her eyes again, he was actually happy about this. He liked her eyes. It didn't help he had a thing for redheads. But he wasn't really able to enjoy this considering her attitude. He didn't really mind that he was called a criminal. It was more that this girl held herself above everyone else. He didn't mind so much about him being looked down upon. He didn't like being looked down upon, but considering his appearance it was understandable.

After she said her point she stormed off. He stood up straight as she walked away. He crossed his arm and watched her storm off. She walked to the front of the room and sat at the front. He had taken an interest in her for some reason. He was taking this seriously. He really was. He wanted to prove this girl wrong. He wasn't a criminal because he enjoyed it. He didn't want foster homes and the like, and he hated authority quite a bit. Gang life seemed the easiest way for the freedom he wanted. He was actually pretty smart as well, at least he liked to believe. He was gonna prove this girl wrong.

He shook his head vigorously. Why did he care? He pushed the thought of her out of his head.

The rest of his thoughts were cut short when the older individuals at the front began addressing everyone. He spread his legs slightly and stood very tall, weight evenly distributed and arms crossed. He was almost immediately met with a warm breeze to the face, provided by two of the individuals at the front. He enjoyed it, and smiled some, welcoming the warmth.

The teachers began being introduced. He only payed minimal attention to most of them, except of course the one he was to be assigned to, the air teacher Gina Games. She looked stern, and he knew they weren't going to get along.

Atomsk thought to himself. "Maybe I should try to change a little bit while I'm here. After all, I got a get out of jail free card, i might as well make it count." He decided he would start with his look. He couldn't do much at this exact moment. He decided to take off his hat and bandana. His grey hair went down pretty far. It was normally held up some by his hat, but without it it hung down past his shoulders some. It was clean though, and a quick shake of his head straightened it out enough. He felt sort of weird without a hat on.

The subject of questions was brought up. He looked around, hoping to she one out of another, something to fill the empty room with sound. He began flipping his knife repeatedly again. This time switching to four flips before he caught it. He decided to raise his hand to ask the question that had been bugging him since he came here.

"What are we exactly? Where do we come from and what do you want with us?" Three questions, he was annoyed at even himself for that.

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Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker

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Wide eyed at the explanation, Atomsk was taken back. Magic eh? That was as good an explanation as any. He wasn't skeptical at all, taking their answer at face value. Everyone here could control elements. Magic made more sense then most things did.

Icarus Whim, the name of the man who was apparently after all of them. He felt a little uneasy when he was told he knew of all of them. Then again they were all found by the group who brought them here, so it can't be that hard.

Atomsk ran his fingers through his hair, absorbing what they were all just told quickly. He unbuttoned his jacket, showing his plain white t-shirt underneath. The room grew hot quickly due to the number of students playing with fire. He refused to take it off though. The jacket belonged to his father, and being one of his few mementos he cherished it.

He began walking down the steps towards the stage, arms crossed. Something still bugged him. He addressed them without raising his hand. He raised his voice for everyone to hear.

"So what is this conflict? And why should we help you? I bet most of the people who came here weren't aware of some "historic conflict". That's going to put us in harms way right? Why should we fight for you?" The answer he received would influence his opinion some, so he listened intently.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Merry Cinders Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Tony Viaggio Character Portrait: Sunan Charoenkul Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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Atomsk looked up at the man, who elbowed Gina slightly in a joking fashion. Defend ourselves? They had a point. It isn't like they could do much if this guy came after any of them. He smiled and flicked his hand in the air, a sign of his reluctant approval.

He turned around, hear the front of the auditorium now, and could still see some unsettled students. He had drawn some attention to himself with his questions. It seemed positive for the most part. He saw his own questions as at least a bit insightful. But some of them still felt uneasy. He could tell. One boy was curled up, holding his possessions close to him. He stood observing for a bit not really sure what to do. He had completely forgotten about his knife, but he was till flipping it. He decided to kick it up to five flips before he caught it.

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker

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Franki was taken a back by the girl's sudden outburst, but her surprise quickly settled back into it's usual scowl. "Whatever," She grumbled snatching up her bag and moving back to her seat on the other side of the auditorium. She was almost to her seat when a boy in the back started asking questions to the four on the stage.

Franki caught sight of the teenager, taking in his appearance. She was good with faces, perhaps not names, but faces. Everyone here she could easily identify as one of her "schoolmates" now, or describe them to anyone for any specific reason.

This one, the boy asking questions, looked dangerous, but it was just a show. Franki had seen it with her brothers, they all went through that phase. The knife he was flipping, was out of habit not intimidation. At least that's what she saw. He talked casually with the four adults, and barely glanced at the knife. Did he even realize he was doing it? Oh, but he had a past, one that probably explained the tattoos...

Franki was zapped out of her daze by one of the adults' explanation of why they were here. Magic? Well, yeah. Clearly, they all had something in them that was connected to a certain element, and Franki always believed it was magic. Even now. There wasn't really any better way to explain it. But this Icarus dude, he seemed a bit shady.

Slumping down into her seat, Franki bit on her thumbnail as she pondered the explanation.

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Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Gina Games Character Portrait: Tony Viaggio Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker Character Portrait: Erin Vines

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Erin Vines

Hearing the words out loud and spoken by the only sure authority figures she could see, Erin mulled them over quietly. One finger went to her chin as she pondered. The fact was, it made sense...in a nonsensical way. Magic. Hm. It did bother her that their explanation was one that she couldn't confirm herself. She had tried. Since receiving her letter and discovering her slight influence over tiny flames, her time on the internet and in the public library verged on unreasonable. Practically living there for most of the last week, she discovered only myths and folklore, nothing concrete.

The adults here spoke of a man, an Icarus Whim, a name she had never heard before. And of conflict. Of human personas. Of self-defense and hospital battles. The color drained from her face with one explanation after another. Since no one sat around her in the very front row, no one saw her tense shoulders hidden by the back of the seat.

And Rodrick, her teacher. She already knew she didn't like him. His accent was intriguing, but his attitude certainly was not. Pranksters never were her kind of people and he was definitely one of them. He was going to teach her self-defense? Puffing out a breath so a few tendrils of red orange hair twisted out of her face, she glared up to him for something to distract her, crossing her arms. If he noticed or not didn't matter. She just didn't want to think about magic. Anything she couldn't understand immediately always unsettled her.

A stammering voice broke through her thoughts though.

"When c-can w-we leave?"

Glancing around, she saw the boy, voice small and face paling in nerves. Nearly orange eyes narrowing, she labeled him immediately as the annoying, timid kind of guy. He probably received just as much bullying as she did at school, but for different reasons.

Again she huffed and faced the teachers, expecting them to order him to sit down for the remainder of the orientation. But no.

Rodrick was the one to answer, a small smile traveling down to the boy. "Soon, lad. We're almost finished. Should we just tell them how Nilrem set things up? He's late. I don't think he deserves the right to lead this thing. We already started."

Gina's blue eyes rolled up as she turned her back on the crowd. "Whatever," she sighed, starting off stage.

Shaking his head of black hair, Rodrick gestured to her and announced, "Give it up for Gina Games everyone! Woo!" he teased, clapping loudly until others joined in. Erin scowled. Such immaturity.

"Now," the fire teacher went on. "We'll be splitting you up into three groups and these will be your bunk mates. And no, its not like Harry Potter. Please, don't make any sort of reference to that infernal fictional boy around me."

Erin took note of that.

"They are Thrull, Micnah and Fayr. Courtney will randomly select your names and announce your dorm location."

Courtney did just that, with a top hat and everything.

She explained that the Thrull rooms were on the top floor of the building in the far east wing. Micnah students slept on the third floor in the west wing. Fayr students had the bottom floor all the way in the back by the kitchens.

"We're only splitting ya'll up 'cuz there's limited beds and this place was designed as a private school to begin with, so everything's all set up already. Just gotta assign you guys a room. Also, I tried to make it fun. We are gonna do a point system," her eyes flicked to Rodrick's, "just like Harry Potter. But it's mostly for a chance to opt out of the final test at the end of our projected term. It more or less an obstacle course, but your abilities will be tested to their limits. So, if your team wins, you can opt out of that if you'd like."

She began calling names. Erin was one of the first chosen, her team Thrull on the top floor. It figured she would have to travel the farthest to reach her bed, but simultaneously she knew the exercise would be nice. There was always need for working leg muscles. Since she stopped playing team sports in middle school, much to her parents' disappointment, she had been slacking in the area of physical health. So, thinking positively, she turned and tried to identify her teammates.

The stammering boy, called out as Tony, was with her. Great. And another girl, Franki. She was talking to that kid with the knife, so Erin immediately disliked her as well. So much for having anyone to study with. Maybe some of the others that were called for Thrull would be inviting, but after that no one seemed to respond to their name so she couldn't identify anyone.

Facing front again, shoulders slumping and arms crossed, a flitting thought made it way briefly into her mind.

Why don't I ever have friends?

But when Courtney finished calling names, she straightened up again, wondering if they could leave now. Part of her was hungry, while another part wanted to find a bed to curl up on with her book. The auditorium suddenly felt hot and crowded.

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Character Portrait: Kael Ross Character Portrait: Francis "Franki" West Character Portrait: Rodrick Harris Character Portrait: Courtney Knolls Character Portrait: Sunan Charoenkul Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker

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There's always one in the crowd... Kael thought as the tattooed youth began interrogating the teachers on stage. Although Kael had to hand it to the guy, he was hitting most of the important questions. He was grateful everything had finally gotten under way as they all sat, still stuck in the auditorium after the drying wind that was pointless to him. He was still a bit disappointed the younger blonde wasn't going to be his teacher, but he figured as much after the black-haired brit had set off his fireworks display earlier. Now Kael found himself back in his natural environment as he sat back, listening and observing while taking in everything possible around him.

Magic, Icarus Whim, the hospital scarring, and now this school.

Oddly enough, none of it seemed to surprise him. Hundreds of years ago, what we now call science was considered magic. Maybe this was just the next step in history. His mind was going a million miles a second and he was starting to mix things up in his head, imagining the scene that unfolded at the hospital. Kael's eyes closed and he exhaled slowly to slow down his thoughts and continued to observe the students when his seat jerked a bit. The tattooed youth was climbing chair over chair to get at the girl who had acted quickly earlier to help resolve the water situation. "Dude gains a point and loses two.."

'...not like Harry Potter. Please, don't make any sort of reference to that infernal fictional boy around me."

Aw, and I was looking forward to getting a wand. That brought a smile to Kael's face as the teachers continued and began pulling names out of a hat. "I guess this isn't Hogwarts, that hat doesn't seem to talk..." he said as his name was called for the dorm 'Micnah'.

It didn't seem like any of the students that had a part in the earlier spectacle was called for Micnah. Kael frowned at that. "But who's Sunan?"

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OOC Announcement:
Orientation is ending. You may switch to your dorm locations or the cafeteria.
RP time: Saturday 5:00 PM

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Character Portrait: Leilani Lunalilo Character Portrait: Atomsk Walker

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#, as written by Hoga
Atomsk didn't get a chance to talk to the girl before dorm assignments were announced. Fayr huh? He scanned the auditorium for anyone to respond to their name. He noticed the girl who seemed to be getting al ot of attention earlier get assigned to his dorm. Lellani. His look over her quickly to get a gauge on her.

She dressed funnily, and had her hair draped over one side of her face. She looked distressed for some reason, but he wasn't sure why.

Everyone began filing out of the auditorium, and he decided to follow the girl to the cafeteria. He was quite tall, so even with her short stature, he towered over the rest of the students, allowing him to easily follow the girl. On the way over he replaced his hat, no bandana and buttoned his jacket back up, looking like his old self. Tough.

When they made it to the cafeteria, he didn't approach the girl right away, instead watching her more. Everyone around her seem impressed with her, again likely because of the event he missed earlier. The people around her seemed more interested in the fact she caused whatever he missed, not much interested in her. He hoped he would be able to make a good impression from trying to get to know her. He decided to approach her.

He walked over to the table, and as he drew close for the first time, he realized why she was draping her hair like she was. Her left side was scarred fairly badly. He wasn't taken aback by it though. He'd learned long ago to get past looks easily. He got to the opposite side of the table from her, and sat down, forcing some other students out of the way.

"Lellani right? Looks like we're going to be dorm mates. So do you mind telling me why you are drawing so much attention? i actually walked in right after whatever you caused, so I'm in the dark. Must have been pretty impressive to attract the attention of all these fakers." He could tell what he said had offended a number around him, some looked like they wanted to fight, but he spoke with honesty. These people were flakes. It was easy to tell after living on the streets and hanging around gangs. Most of these "friends" wouldn't last.

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"Maybe we can practice more after!" Erin said just before they left for the Auditorium.

Kael had no idea what this announcement was about, but he had a good feeling it would at least address what happened in the cafeteria and the old man. Things were getting crazy much quicker than he would have expected before coming to the school and he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that. "Who knows," he said as the headed to the Auditorium, "maybe we'll get some more practice sooner than we think."

They all piled into the Auditorium and waited as the teachers began to addressed them. There was no buffer or sugar-coating it as they began. "...Icarus Whim is gaining allies..." Kael still had almost no idea who this man was they kept telling him about, but somehow knew that wasn't good news. And now it seemed they were being offered a choice to stay or go. A loud warning went off in his head as he remembered one of the first times the teachers had informed the students of this man. "Icarus Whim is returning. And he seeks his children." To Kael, there wasn't any other option than to fight back. It seemed clear Icarus Whim would find them one way or another. He had never been great at running away.

Kael rose from his seat and headed toward the Gymnasium, eager to get things started.