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Julye's tail twitched, wrapping around her arm before sliding back to its fluffy pose just off the ground, and sighed. "Me either; but if it makes us better, I guess it's worth it. I mean, for those of us that actually come.... No one goes to the afterschools yet, so pretty much everyone goes to morning. But I hate not having my little ceramic mugs in my hands; they hold so much more warmth.... Gah, I've gotta catch up on drill! And I can't do that until we get the field again! I hate these damn breaks in my shields!" She huffed annoyedly, and stopped moving for a little while. Someone was hurt; she hadn't sensed this person before, so it wasn't strong... Not like it would be feeling it from Myran. It made her head hurt though. Then it began to move away; there was still a little of it, but it was fainter, as though the person healed fast... She shrugged, letting the early sun warm her again, and smiled, pulling her pencil free and repostitioning it back in her hair before it fell.
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"Echo is just a bit too smart for her age... She doesn't really belong in a regular elementary school, so I try to home school her as much as I can... And sometimes she gets bored and follows me to school." Dawn smiles a bit and Echo shrugs, a whimsical giggle escapes her lips.
Of course, Echo was much smarter than most eight year old children, that was a side effect of her gifts. They matured her at a faster pace than other children, and Dawn couldn't risk putting her in a school with regular kids. It would be much to risky, because even though Echo was intelligent, she was still a kid and a tough one at that. If anyone stepped her path or bullied her, her powers would whirl on emotions and the entire situation would blow up... Literally...
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(I kinda went a little to far there and I apologize ^^')
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Myran smiled, listening to Julye jsut ramble and ramble about school, zero hour, after school clases and somehow ended up talking about her sheilds she kept in place so she was bombarded with everyones emotions. He chuckled softly, "Sometimes I think yoou talk a little too much. But I guess that's better than not speaking at all. He knew she would start another rant about him not talking much either and how she was trying to get him to talk and how he needed to talk more and that he wouldn't get into anything or go very far if he didn't seak up about things. But she always nded up off topic, talking about some movie, book, or something or other. He didn't mind and just let her talk as he opened the door to tthe band room. Letting the cacophony of sound wash over them.
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Julye tensed as the door opened, and sound overwhelmed her sensitive ears. The tiger striped cones of fur lay flat on her head as she scurried past all of the band kids to the guard room, grabbing her flags and sliding her rifle on her shoulder fondly. The smooth, white painted wood made her happy (Partly because she loved scaring the people who walked into class late with an "accidental" drop of a really fast toss.). She stretched, tail sticking almost straight out as she yawned again, putting on her headphones. Much better; the band sounded great when they played--together. When each was working on tuning, or playing scales or random songs all at once, it made her head pound. She still had no idea how all these others dealt with that... Especially those sitting by percussion.
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Myran smiled as he saw that Julyeās ears laid flat on her head, while his own perked up slightly. He never let them come all the way up like some other kidās did, it was a habit from when he was little, to only let them show when he was alone, anywhere elseā¦well he kept his mutations hidden. He made his way back to the percussion room, flopping his bag in the corner, and grabbing his mallets from the case that he kept hidden behind the tympaniās. He went back out into the band room and went over to his set of bells, playing out a simple scale to warm up. He listened around the band, each person was playing something different, people practicing scales, parts in their music, songs they had looked up, or improve. He found a group that was playing the same music, trying to keep their chords in tune with each other. He glanced down at the bells for a second then played along with them with his eyes closed.
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Julye unrolled her flags, then stripped them with a slight sigh. She had been hoping she could teach Myran more of the flagwork for the sets today. The percussion kids always seemed interested in the flag corp (Percussion being mostly boys and flags being all girls, at least currently), but Myran.... He didn't fool around the way the others did. She could toss a flag toward him, and could, nine out of ten times, expect him to catch it. The Director had seen it, and was thinking about using it. Of course, that would mean putting Myran on the feild, so it probably wouldn't happen. Bells were part of the pit, so for the most part they weren't on the feild..... That made her kind of sad. It would be fun to do a show where the guard danced around the lovely bottom tones of the pit. She liked them most; while most people only heard bits and peices under the rest of the band, listening only to the whole, she could pick out exactly where each instrument came in, and dropped out. She could sing every part of the bells, although she wouldn't ever tell Myran that. The other girls all thought they were dating, the ammount of time they spent with each other. She wouldn't be able to stand that much emotional attention drawn to her by them. She didn't even know if Myran liked her that way. They were friends, family almost. She quickly hid a red blush, and looked at where the drum majors stood, with the Director, waiting for announcements. This is going to be a long hour and a half.....
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Myran kept his head down, ears facing the same direction, straight at the bells in front of him. The instrument was always in tune and he knew where ever note was on the metal keyboard type instrument. He rarely did this in the band room but he figured that the others werenāt going to be focused on what he was doing. He figured there was enough noise in the room to drown out his playing. He softly started to play one of his own creations. A light, melodic piece, sounding like a perfect mixture of a few ballads he had learned to play over the years. The notes he played werenāt just notes, they were but they were played with feeling and emotion which apparently got peopleās attention. He was one of the last few to stop playing and listen for the announcements. He ended abruptly and put the mallets away and went into the percussion room.
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After the announcements, all about the trip money and the band fees, she turned, and walked out to where the guard practiced. She was always the first one out there, listening to her iPod and practicing various combinations of the movements for the show. It often got her yelled at, when they had to go run... Not that she cared; she liked the music, how she put things together. They flowed better, matched the music more to her liking.... It also got her away from the others long enough to get her face to stop turning pink.
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He stayed in the percussion room, listening to the announcements through the open door. When he heard everyone leave he took out his mallets, thrumming them on his knees to get his wrists warmed up for the playing. He then got up and went back out into the band room; it was empty except for the pit. They only went outside some days and if they did, they never had to run because they were hauling the huge instruments outside. A few of the ones who had heard him before class glanced at him. He put his head down, hair in his face and went over to his set of bells. The percussion instructor set them going on a few warm ups then they started working on the music for this seasonās marching show.
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Julye flowed through set after set, without thinking about it at all. She was one of those girls that didn't really need practice physically so much as mentally to get something perfect. She moved srom spot to spot with ehr eyes closed, memorizing how each 'lock' point felty, and matching them with flagwork. It allowed her to figure out what she was going to do, when the other girls got her to listen to them and ask out Myran. She didn't want to be the one to do it; she had been shot down, heartbroken too many times. But she knew Myran probably wouldn't do it either..... Those girls were so pushy! If it weren't for the fact she loved the preformance, she probably wouldn't stay.... Well, the show and Myran. She wanted to amke sure he wasn't overthinking about his family.... "Hey look! The EmpathaKitty is blushing again!" One of the girls winked at her teasingly. She knew they didn't mean anything by it, so gave them a weak smile in return, turning even more red....
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He went through the motions, playing his part and letting the music come at it will. He had a slightly hard time keeping his mallets moving to the same patterns that were written on the sheet of music in front of him. He knew the chords and melodies that would make the piece more emotional, more heart felt. But at the same time he knew the ones that would change it to suspense, make it sound angry, sad or joyous. But he couldnāt do that, not here right now, he had to play what was written in front of him and make it sound the way the author intended it to sound. Every time they paused for the instructor to help someone with their part, go through it again and again until they couldnāt get it wrong, he would tap on the bells with his fingers. The sounds that came from it were barely heard but he itched to play them, write them down. Music kept his mind off things; it was his only release that he had found.
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Sonic had woken up, because of the band, it had started to do its routine warm ups, he had gotten to school earlier and decided to take a nap to pass the time on the school roof; Sonic had sensitive ears when sleeping so the many sounds of the band warming up could easily wake him up. He lifted himself up and sat up with his legs crossed, and looked down on the band and let out a small yawn, "That was a nice nap~~" Sonic said while rubbing his eye. Sonic stood up and stretched letting out a few cracks, Sonic breathed deeply in holding the air in his lungs for a few seconds, and screamed at the top of his lungs "GOOD MORNING SUNSHADOW~!!". Sonic smiled and stood on the edge of the building looking down at the people with a large grin in his face.
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Dawn listens to Ariana and she asks if it was her first year. Dawn nods, "Well, yes... I'm actually a junior, but it will be my first year at this school." She shrugs.
Her eyes flicker down for a moment... The past was the thing that brought her and Echo here to Sunshadow. Dawn shifts her backpack and snaps out of her thoughts, looking back up at Ariana.
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Julye
She smiled, glad that at last class was over. It made her ears ring; she was always right next to trumpets or a tuba. Every set, there was at least one playing their heads off about a foot and a half away from her ears. It didn't help that the teasing hadn't stopped, that made her head hurt more. She needed quiet, she needed Myran to notice so she didn't have to ask him, and she needed English. A growl of frustration almost passed her lips; English was at the end of the day! She had Creative Writing after lunch, but then it was Math. She hated Math, wanted it to not exist! The very thought of seeing 'her' letters being used as numbers infuriated her. English and history, those were what she loved. And colorguard. But she was a reader and a writer first. The bright blue haired drum-major frowned at her for daydreaming, but she didn't care. Let the Icy Senior freeze her, so long as it made the overwhelming sounds and emotions stop! She rubbed her right temple as she headed inside to change. Finally, she could look pretty again, the vain feline purred at that thought. Her tail swished happily--until someone stomped on it. Damn jocks....No respect for us, when we have the right of way! We with the six foot long metal poles and the know how to use them as more than a pretty prop. She whipped around, purposely letting the hollow metal ring against the fool's head. She was tired of it.
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The class had ended, Misogi then stood up with a sigh and went out heading his way to the Student council room, he opened the door and went inside seeing the president the other student council members. "Well hello there, is there anything you need?" the student council president said, Misogi smiled, "Yes actually I'm here to take your position as student council president, Mr. President." Misogi said with a fake smile, "Wha-what? You cant do that, I was elected as president for the upcoming semester." the president said, "Well I can actually there has been a rule since the long ago, nearly 200 years ago when this school was founded that states,(*Insert smart age old rule of school here*), So I'm in tittle to take your position president whether you like it or not." Misogi said with a small evil grin on his face. "Impo...ssible, that cant be! We need to hold a student body meeting with the whole school, alert the school principal about this too this concerns him/her too." the president said.
Sonic Silvershadow
"Mmph." Sonic said and ran down to his next class which was mental control, he had already slept through history and math, he was awake and active. Sonic 'appeared' in front of the door (Using his super speed) where his group was waiting, he startled a few of the other students some jumped and other lightly screamed, Sonic just laughed. The group went in, Sonic blended in the group so the teacher doesn't see him he had skipped two classes but he wouldn't dare skip mental control, he knew what the teacher was capable off... Sonic sat down on his usual seat and waited for class to start.
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"What's your problem, Parks?" The boy growled, rubbing the back of his head. "Put simply, you're extremely rude," she growled back, tail thrashing. His red hair and dark skin gave him away; this was the quarterback of the Varsity team, a fire-type mutant with as short a temper as Kyren's was long. The Jerk was always giving any and all mutants not in his circle a hard time. The senior was about a head taller than Julye, not that she noticed. Until he stepped closer, looking down at her. "What did you say,little band geek?" He sneered, with a look of disgust on his face like he smelled something bad. Very few jocks liked the band, except as punching bags (although there were some who were kinder, a small few in/having been in the band). "You. Heard. Me," She stood at her full height, slipping out of her shoes to stand as she normally would, on her toes like any cat, "You are rude. You walk through the school as though you own it, which you do not. You interrupt our practices, cause problems for those of us trying to get to class on time after the already difficult trip back to the bandroom through a hallway full of students!" She poked his chest, eyes dark and narrow as she listed the things he (and the men he represented) did continueously. The hallway heated up, both from his gift and hers; the air around her was thick, and to other Empaths was a deep red. Students scurried out of the halway and into classrooms to get away from the creeping feeling they might get hurt.
Myran felt a pang of sadness as the bell rang to end class. Yes he was getting bored since most of the time he just stood there because he knew his part and didnāt need the one on one time that the others needed, but that didnāt mean that didnāt want to be there. He loved being in the band room, listening to the music, feeling it resonate through his instrument. But he had to go, he didnāt to be late for his next class again, he had worked to do in there anyway. So he put the bells away, sliding their cover on and grabbing his bag from the corner he had put it in. He walked down the hall, watching as the other band members were rushing down the hall to put their instruments away and get to their next class. He avoided the looks the color guard gave him. It consisted of all girls and they gave him and Julye a hard time just because they were best friends. Couldnāt he have a close friend without her being his girlfriend? His thoughts rambled for a bit then he noticed Julye wasnāt among the rushing kids and gleaming instruments of metal. He frowned, he hoped she wasnāt getting into trouble, others emotions would cause her to do things she wouldnāt normally do. Or push her to do things she wanted to do but only heightened emotions allowed her to do. He went out to the field where the band went almost every morning to practice. He sighed a little as he saw Julye confronting the quarterback of the football team, the big bully of the schoolā¦
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Her tail thrashed as the Jerk began to attempt to cuss her out. He didn't even seem to realize her body shaking with the power she was getting from him: raw fury. Her lip quivered slightly, a simple ploy. "Aw, you gonna cry now, Kitty?" Kitty. The one word in the universe she couldn't stand. The emotions flared; people were now running toward the emotion, knowing a fight was about to begin. The Jerk's hands glowed with pale blue flame; Julye stepped back, a snarl escaping her lips and her clawed fingernails seeming to grow. The two circled around each other as Kyren, having put a senior in charge of the class, ran with the crowd; she was the automatic referee for these kinds of fights. The school didn't like them, but they allowed controlled ones to happen sometimes, often under the guise of the match being one of Kyren's "Control Tests." It actually was; many of the matches consisted of her students, who were the naturally more agressive and needed a different style of testing than usual.