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Boone Raziel Keating

"Sorry, kiddies. Looks like the sub's out today so you're gonna have to deal with me."

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a character in “Olympus Academy for Demigods”, as played by Averagebear

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Boone Raziel Keating

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"For fuck's sake, punk! People like you are why people like me exist. God, I hate kids."




The Basics
Full Name: Boone Raziel Keating
Age: 31
Birthdate: August Ninth
Gender: Male
Godly Parent: Ares

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Color: Amber
Food: Mashed potatoes
Drink: Whiskey
Music: He dibbles and dabbles.
Character: Mr. Keating comes off as a bitter if not charming man, usually scowling unless given something to smirk about. Despite how much brooding he may exude, however, it's always paired with a sharp wit, sarcastic but funny if you have tough skin. On his good days, he's a fun, clever, sporadic soul prone to sweeping you off on an adventure. On bad days, don't expect him to do much but get out of his bed. He is very confrontational, speaking his mind always, even if most of the things his mind generates is abrasive and hard to swallow. His favorite students are usually the ones who fight back (though he won't show it at the time, much too busy asserting his dominance). If they cry about it, however, there's an entirely different effect. It makes him more angry and less empathetic, as he argues that weakness has no place in a demigod's heart. Frankly, the lad is hard to get along with at times. While these traits are buried much farther than his instigative nature, if you search long enough you'll find that he's a horrible spoil sport, proud and egotistical like a ram. This is something he doesn't like to highlight since he's always hated boasters so much. He likes to think he's simply confident and self-assured, but sure enough, if he ever loses a fight, his ego will be wounded for days. While most are offput by how ridiculously blunt he is, there is a pro that comes with it: honesty. You can count on Boone telling you the truth no matter what, which, as you can imagine, can be both problematic and very reassuring. There's a fire deep inside this child of Ares; he's got a gaze that burns so bright that you might find yourself scorched by it. He's a passionate man, that's plain to see. However, he's had to dilute his stark, powerful emotions over the years. He'd hurt far too many important people by his dangerous lashing out, his temper getting the best of him and filling his life with regret. Yes, behind his sneering patronization and delighted chuckle is locked away a terrible, terrible depression that can get so bad he will truly not have the will to leave his cabin for days. After some serious anger management classes and therapy, he's mastered the art of passive aggression. He is constantly restraining himself from blowing up at others because he can't be STRAIGHT aggressive or else he'll have lost, and if there's anything he hates more than having to hold back the urge to punch someone in the face it's the feeling of defeat that comes along with letting loose his rage. Some of the softer kids would argue that Mr. Keating isn't a great teacher. He'd argue otherwise, and so would most of the staff. He gets results. He may scare the heebiejeebies out of the children, and they may protest and whine the whole way there, but they climb the road to success and master their powers under the pressure that he produces, much like a diamond in the rough. Furthermore, a good deal of his condescension is a a self defensive technique to cover up his compassion for them. It seems like he hates kids but he's really one of the most involved out of all of the counselors. When one gets injured, he's the first to swoop in and scoop them in his arms to bring them to the nurse. He cares quite a bit.
Similarites to Their Godly Parent: While Boone would love to deny this (and does so often), he is remarkably similar to good ol' Ares. He is confrontational when he needn't be, cocky and sure of himself, full of a rage he can't explain, and damn good at strategical battle. He looks to win, and usually does.

History
First Memory: Ha! He's not sure if this is actually the first since memories always get so jumbled, but the one he can remember most vividly always gives him a good laugh. His brother had attempted to steal an oreo from his pudgy little baby grasp and instead of crying like a normal three year old, he growled and chucked the cookie at his brother so hard that he had a black eye for weeks. The thought of a baby doing that has always been rather funny to him.
Relationship with Mortal Parent: As you can imagine, Boone had been a difficult kid to grow up with. Their relationship was strained for much of his life. However, she was really there for him when he needed her most, and he's eternally grateful to her for that.
Biography Well, being the son of the god of War doesn't make for a gentle, timid child. I was absolute hell growing up. As far as I can remember, I've been decking fists and leaving triumpthant. My teenage years were especially bad. I wasn't in a gang, but I might as well have been with how many fist fights I'd get into. I became a target, and therefore, so did my family. My older brother couldn't defend himself the way I could, so I found myself puppy guarding him any time I could. One day, he'd gotten out of my reach and was being mugged by some thugs I'd pissed off. When I'd found him, he was a bloody mess. I carried him home where my mom began to weep and then took him to the hospital. He was ultimately fine, but I was in a rage- positively furious. I tracked down the idiots who'd done this and went at them with all I had. I was yanked off of the chest of the last one still struggling by a police officer before I realized how stupid I'd been. I could have gone to jail for twenty plus years if any of them were to have died. Instead, we got tons of medical bills to pay. Finally, my mom all teary eyed and hurt, told me of who my father was and sent me to Olympus Academy at age fifteen. I was a broody little shit. It's truly laughable how bad ass I thought I was. Only, here, I could get my ass handed to me time and time again. And that I did. I made friends and learned my place in the foodchain. When I was nineteen, I left the academy in the hopes of living a real life.

I went to college, got a girlfriend who would turn into a wife, a group of friends, and tried being happy. But I just couldn't. There was an anger I couldn't explain to myself, to anyone. I took it out on all those who were around me. Penelope was her name. She was truly the light of my life- the only good thing I'd ever done was marry her. I still don't know why she stuck around. She was a beautiful thing with long red hair, so much smarter than me and so much kinder. She had the biggest heart I'd ever known. I loved her. I love her now. At the time, I felt like her compassion towards me was too much like charity. I hated feeling like she was trying to "fix" me. We'd fight all the time about it, usually ending in her crying and screaming at me. I'd leave the house, usually cheat on her out of spite, and then come back feeling like a piece of shit where we'd make up. One day, it wasn't quite so simple. By turn of events, she was pregnant. I still remember how she told me with those glittering, hopeful eyes. To her, this could be our savior. To me, our demise. I explained to her for the first time about my parent, and how our child was doomed to live a cursed life. I begged her to abort. She thought I was mad- absolutely loony. How would you react if your husband told you he was the son of Ares and he wanted to kill your newborn child? She was very quiet for a long, long time before she finally let out in the most defeated voice I'd ever heard from her mouth, "I want a divorce, Boone." I fought and protested and sobbed and begged on my knees but she wouldn't even look at me, her eyes glossed over with her own tears and a distant look on her face- the look of "my husband is gone". She only repeated it once more, "I want a divorce." I raged. I was insane. I was kicking over tables and shattering all of our valuables, making a bloody mess out of everything. Our home was desecrated. Now it was her turn to beg, clinging to me as I'd pick up vases and shatter them against the walls, shrieking at me to stop. "YOU'RE ACTING CRAZY, BOONE." she shouted. It was like a trigger. Suddenly, I had her pinned against the wall, hands above her head. "Don't you ever say that again." I had whispered in her face. It was the first time in our ten years of being together that I'd be even somewhat violent towards her. She cringed and shied her face away, refusing to look at me. "There's nothing left for us." I spat, simply out of my own blinding anger. I let her out of my grasp. She left the house, got in her car, and left me to sit in the broken rubble of our happy home. It was the last time I ever saw her. While I was waiting for her to return so we could make up and I could tell her I was sorry and that I was excited for the baby, Penelope, and my unborn child, got hit by a semi because of her reckless driving.

That's when the depression hit in. I didn't so much as clean a scrap of the mess I'd made. I hermitted in my house for weeks. I'd planned to kill myself by the end of the month. I had nothing left, after all, and this was before I was able to harness the fierce waves of emotion my ancestry brought. My mom came. I'm not sure how she found me or really knew, but she took care of me for a little bit before she was sending me off to the academy just like the old days. I was among friends again- people who literally babied me until I was strong enough to work for myself. They'd have to feed me, throw me in the shower. I might as well have been dead. But, after therapy that was forced on me, and some time with hobbies that could keep my mind off of things, I became new again- whole. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't still think about it but at least I don't let the feelings consume me anymore. Soon, they told me that I had to be contributing something to the academy. After protesting on my part, I finally took on the slot of educator. Funny, inn'it? Crazy Boone teaching your children? I think it's suiting that I'm the Power Control Teacher. I've been there, after all. I've come to take pride in my work. I truly owe everything I have to the Academy. The two times in my life I needed direction more than anything else, they gave me that and so much more.

A very blunt timeline of events:
Abel was fifteen when he went to the academy as a student. When he was nineteen, he left and went to college. He got married while still in college at age 20. He finished college at age 22. He worked and was happily married until he was 24. Then, his wife left him and she and his unborn child died in a car crash. That same year, he was dragged to the Academy. At age 25, he became the Power Control teacher. He's been the teacher there for seven years and is now 32.

So begins...

Boone Raziel Keating's Story

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Boone sighed heavily as his feet carried him to his destination, his gait more like a slinking panther than anything else, his feet kind of gliding across the floor like an elegant phantom of sorts. His face did not match the sophistication, bags smeared under his eyes and hair obviously untouched. Mr. Keating was not a morning person. Having a profession that required it was taxing on him, to say the least. It was days like these that he dreamt of the times he was allowed to wake up whenever the hell he wanted- but when he thought about it, those only really existed before he started elementary school and the short time he was a complete wreck about eight or so years ago. He couldn't say he'd really want to go back to either of those times, so perhaps an alarm clock or two wouldn't kill him. One of his squarish, calloused hands rubbed his face in attempts to wake himself up, though his lidded eyes conveyed that they weren't helping much. He stopped at the end of the hall when he saw a feminine figure outside his classroom. It struck him rather peculiar. It wasn't like he was a popular kind of guy. He was a real asshole, really. So who was there?

He silently inspected. She turned and he saw the face of Rhea Xior. "Huh." he thought simply, his face remaining stoic. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise but a surprise nonetheless. The girl was a closed book with the pages all glued together, in a lot of ways. She pointed to her bag, levitating it til it rested on her shoulder. "At least in this place I'm allowed to use my powers." She'd muttered. A small smirk finally found its way onto his lips for the first time in this day, amused by her display of both teenage broodiness and stark honesty. Of course, it wasn't just teenage broodiness- he could guess that much, at least. In a sense, Rhea's ability to lock up all of her feelings made her potentially one of his best students. He knew well enough that it'd also be her greatest down fall with time. He could personally vouch for that. Still, he wasn't one to press things so stupidly. Things like these took time, eroding at their barriers until they slowly crumbled as opposed to ramming it and destroying yourself in the process... Ugh, he was not good at metaphors before a good cup of coffee...

He was taken out of his moody reverie when she snapped her fingers and shot at marble with flame. It landed square on her target. His brows shot atop his head and, again, that smirk found its way right back to those lips of his. "Another boring day in school." she grumbled again. Tired of simply standing there, he clapped four times, each one loud and condescending, though not overtly so. He approached her- or rather, his room- with a slow and steady pace, his classic oxford shoes clacking against tile with each step he took. "Impressive, Xior. I hope you don't think your show will land you extra credit, though. I'm not quite that easy." he said, voice smooth as honey. His jilted smile should be standard in her book by now. While a newer student might be terribly offended by his somewhat mocking nature, he was sure that Rhea wasn't the type to be too offput by such actions as she'd be used to it after these years. He made it to the door, pulled out his keys from his pocket, and stuck one of them in the lock easily before swinging the door open. He didn't enter his classroom, though, instead leaning against the door way with one of his arms outreached to keep it from shutting. To enter the classroom, you'd have to duck under the crook of his elbow, but it was less imposing than simply going inside and leaving her out in the cold. "Did you need anything, Rhea, or are you just a fan of seeing good old Mr. Keating at his worst?" he asked, referring to his current early-morning-state. He hadn't made eye contact during the entire exchange up until his last inquiry, in which his crystal gaze snatched her eyes directly.




N O V A

Nova lay sprawled out on the courtyard bench without a care in the world, his entire essence just screaming lackadaisical spring afternoon. He held a book high above his head, both arms stretched above his face in his favorite reading position. It was really the only reason he had a moderate amount of arm strength, to be honest. He was devouring The Sun Also Rises for the second time and was shocked by how much he seemed to have missed the first time 'round of peeking into the brain of mister Hemingway.

    She looked up to be kissed. She touched me with one hand and I put her hand away.
    "Never mind." 
    "What’s the matter? You sick?" 
    "Everybody’s sick. I’m sick too. "
He frowned big at this, disheartened by the sadness in the quote. His arms slowly drooped until he'd let the book just sit atop his face as he thought, coverage from the sun but obscuring his view of any possible passerby. His limbs flopped down to the ground, hanging off the metal seat, and now he just looked like a damn fool. "Hmmm," he hummed, closing his eyes (not that anyone could tell with the hard cover binding covering them from public view). He suddenly had an urge to fiddle with machinery, but knew he didn't have much time before class (why he found himself out here in the first place) so he settled for drumming his fingers on his flat, skinny stomach. "Well, it's a pretty day outside. And you're having a terrific hair day. You're wearing your lucky socks, too. Today will be a good day, Nova, no matter what Madame Georgette or Sir Jake think." he chirped to himself, dismissing the literary prostitute and the deeply flawed protagonist who was so sure everybody was sick from his brain. He wondered where his twin was about the same time. His mind had a way of thinking too many things at once.

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Keating had certainly surprised her, and by surprised she meant a quick skip of her heartbeat, and no change in her facial expression. She smirked at her mentor, it definitely wasn't one of those cocky smirks, Rhea had reserved those for when she would start to have fun. "You know I'm not much of an over achiever, Mr, Keating" She scooted along, her boots rubbing on the stone, she was deliberately slow as she walked towards the class door. She skimped around. 'Well I don't like being late to class..., and I missed this classroom" Her voice was slightly sarcastic, but she was no liar, she felt safe inside Mr.Keating's room. There was no explanation she could put into words, she simply felt so. She lowered her head under his arm, and slid smoothly inside taking a fresh breath at her surroundings. 'Nothing like left over teenage anxiety in the morning." She walked around, blowing a little breeze from her hand under a curtain to clean it of dust. She sat near this window all the time, in case Keating said something she wasn't interested in, she would look outside to distract herself. Rhea wasn't one to pick favorites but anyone would say that this was her favorite subject. She had a natural talent for it, perhaps when Keating retired his position she would take it up, perhaps not. Olympus still garnered some her worst memories.

She took a seat near the aforementioned window. "I'd say this is my most adored class, but don't take it in the wrong way, I'll just wait for some more students to show up, if you don't mind."

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The girl smirked at him like a fox and he merely rolled his eyes, sighing for what seemed like the billionth time this morning as she sassed off. "You know I'm not much of an over achiever, Mr, Keating" To this, he nodded tiredly, one of those expressions that said "fair enough" or "I'm not gonna argue with that logic" crossing his stubbly face in mock agreement. He was getting impatient of holding the door open and he knew she was dilly dallying with walking inside for the sole reason of annoying him, so he was relieved when she finally slid inside with a comment of missing his class room. He propped the door open with an old text book as a stopper so that anybody could enter before traveling to the corner of his classroom where a convenient coffe maker was. "Nothing like left over teenage anxiety in the morning." she said. To this, he snorted, truly amused by her clever joke, as he brewed himself a cup and trailed over to his desk where he plopped down and took a comb through his short, curly mane - a bit of necessary primping so he didn't look like a neanderthal before the lesson had even began. "Mmm, help yourself." he muttered with his mouth on the lips of his signature mug, not very stingy when it came to his supply of caffeinated beverages.

"I'd say this is my most adored class, but don't take it in the wrong way, I'll just wait for some more student to show up, if you don't mind." she added, taking a seat in her usual spot. "Yeah, yeah, Xior. We all know how much you adore me. No need to publicize it." he drawled sardonically. A yawn broke his banter in half, and his next words skirted the tails of it. "Someone's feeling particularly witty so early in the morning. Tell me, how do you do it? What is your secret?" he mewed, stretching as he did. He spun in his chair to write on the board "ASSESSMENT TODAY" in white chalk. His hand writing was atrocious - barely even legible - but it was there and you could distinguish the words if you tried hard enough. "You remember that today's evaulation day, don't you?" he asked. He knew very well that Rhea would pass with flying colors but it felt like a necessary motion.





N O V A

At the sound of Clover's charming voice, he started, bolting upright and ultimately losing track of his page as the book hit the ground. "I always thought Lady Ashley was much more interesting than Georgette, anyway... But I imagine that you'd prefer Pedro." she drawled. "Ah! Clove!" was his lame response. Embarrassed that she'd clearly heard his little self-pep talk, a rosy blush crept onto his cheeks and his green eyes widened like saucers. Well, at least it was just Clover. Reassured by that, he sorta flopped back down to a laxed position as he let out a humiliated chuckle and scooted his legs to let her sit down. "Where's Lukas?" she asked, and to this, he frowned. "Oh, I'd assumed he was off with you... You know, doing smoochy-smoochy things..." he admitted. Bothered by his twin's currently MIA status, he quickly racked his brain for just what the other was doing. He was sure it was Clover related when he thought about it. "I'll bet he's out searchin' for ..." his sentence trailed off as the devil himself appeared as if conjured by speak of his name. "...you." he finished as the sibling snaked one of his hands around her waist and kissed her. "Smoochy smoochy indeed," he mumbled, averting his gaze as another blush spread itself on his face, suddenly feeling as if he were some invasive voyeur or something of a similar nature.

He would have left the two to their coupley, anniversary, early morning fun out of curtesy but he suddenly had forgot all about it when he remembered her comment from before. "Wait, Clove! Hey, Clove, what did you mean when you said I'd prefer Pedro?" he asked, donning an air of innocence as his head cocked to the side. He was a lot like a pestering small child asking questions as his parents tried to have a normal adult conversation, his input currently irrelevant enough that it could easily be brushed off. "Hrmmm," he grumbled, disgruntled, trying to read into the comment by himself but being unable. He noticed the new bracelet around her wrist. "OH, so that's what you were doing!" the chirpy boy thought, an explanation for Lukas' absence there in hard evidence. The craftsmanship was dinstinctly that of his brother's and very skilled. Suddenly, he realized he was being rude again. "Oh, erm, sorry! Haha!" he said, standing up and grabbing a hold of his books. "Way to ruin a romantic moment, Nova." he scolded himself. He should really ought to be heading to class now...

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"Oh!..I probably didn't.... you know I really can't read your handwriting." She sighed for a second, playing with her fingers while Keating drank his caffine. Again a slight pass of boredom seemed to cover her face. She hears Ms.Caspray before actually seeing her, it was strange how she switched between Keating's last to first name. "Wasn't it normal for teachers to be formal with each other" she had no idea what Ms. Caspray had actually come in for, but Rhea guessed it was for some sort of teacher buisness, something Rhea shouldn't be around to hear. She grasped her bookbag, which sunk below her desk, and with a short little bow she adressed Mr.Keating. "Don't worry, I'll probably pass the assessment anyways, I'll be around, and back when class starts." she walked out, smiling politely at Ms.Caspray, who seemed to look rather jovial, despite nearly everyone being groggy from the early morning. She nodded her head in a greeting at Ms.Caspray. Often her and she would be locked into debate over subjects ranging from existence to the School banner replacement. She had respect for Ms.Caspray. "Good Morning" she said to her before walking out of the classroom.

She walked out, the feeling of futility close to her, she was serious when she mentioned that Keating's class had been a haven, there were few other places that Rhea could have relaxed herself. Even though she was only steps away from his door, Rhea had no desire to enter. Most of the students would either be outside, or sleeping, even though Academy rules required students to be up at a specified time, who was she to enforce them? "I know one person who definitely wouldn't be up...." she began ti mutter to herself, as she walked farther from Keating's room. She looked up at the greish ceiling. "Sinclair..." Why had that thought suddenly occurred in her head she hadn't known, but she was quick to dispose of it. Compared to when she was outside before, more students seemed to pile into the hallway, making the school feel a little less comfortable than it did a few minutes ago. She tended to ignore some stares and whispers, they could've been talking about anyone.

She admitted that the only person she could talk to, was Sinclair, maybe it was his induced sleepiness in the morning and afternoon that had made it easy to talk about her problems to him. She hoped that he hadn't remembered half the thoughts she had sputtered to him. Sometimes she would have to lean by his door and whisper things. Gods know he probably wouldn't have heard her, but it was worth spilling forth those thoughts. If Sinclair was perhaps concious most of the time when she spoke with him, he had already known that Rhea was a fountain of thoughts. He was almost like a diary, except she would never tell him anything idiotic, like teenage girls tend to do, mostly anything emotional or from her past. She began to tread up the stairs towards the dormitories, the door still had that familliar silence to it. She leaned in slightly, on her tippy toes, and looked around. In a quick hushed, half-whisper she spoke.

"Hey....Sinclair....you awake?..."

she knocked ever so slightly. If he hadn't been in the mood to talk he would most likely find her back here at night, when he was lucid. She was happy that Sinclair hadn't judged her,that much was comforting. She could at least manage to get a conversation before class had officially started.

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Rhea made a jab at his handwriting, and Boone had begun to defend himself in his typical Boone manner, but then Kitty had popped her little head inside his classroom and his entire persona had switched, followed by yet another flip of composure when he realized, once more, that Rhea was indeed still in the room. It was a hodge podge of inflection and a rather silly thing to behold indeed. "Oi, shut it, Xior! At least I - Kitty! Good morning! Er! Ah, Ms. Caspary! Ms. Capsary, good morning." While he was a big fan of the aloof child, he had to admit that he was relieved when she scooted off, ensuring him that she'd do well on the assessment. A tiny smirk found its way onto his face, and soon he was chuckling at the whole situation- both Kitty and he looking like fools. He covered his mouth with his hand like he usually did when he laughed and it naturally leads into him resting his head on his upturned palm. "Yes, and what can I do for you, Ms. Caspary? I'm assuming you're only here for paperwork and file management, right?" he snickered before hopping out of his chair and going over to the corner to make her a cup of coffee.

Before the woman had a chance to reply, however, in came slipping one Chloe who looked like she'd just crawled out of the sea. She howled his name from down the hallway and slid into the classroom door like a character in Scooby Doo and, upon seeing Kitty, she too switched from crying Boone to clucking Mr. Keating. He grinned as she frowned, their expressions completely opposite. Boone personally found the whole predicament quite amusing. "B--Mr Keating, I dove into the lake, splashed water on Everlie. Well, the water just jumped out, it wasn't really my fault. Anyway, gonna' be late to class. Don't fail us? Thank you so much! You're amazing." Suddenly, his smirk had been replaced by a bit of a scowl - though he did snort in amusement from the line "the water just jumped out" - and he protested through grumbles and semi-growls as the skinny child wrapped her arms around him in an unwanted embrace, leaving the man virtually soaked. "Chloe!" he growled, but she was already off and he lead a hand to his face in a very standard face palm. He tried to wipe off the water from his wrinkled dress shirt, but it was to no avail. He found himself chuckling again as he looked up at Kitty.

"I swear I'm not usually so popular."
he said simply, trying to walk to the corner where he had paper towels but slipping a little bit in the puddle of water on the floor that reminded him a lot of Peter Pan's shadow. Yes, it was rather suiting that Chloe's phantomesque comrade would be a pool of shallow liquid. He sighed as he grabbed the roll and wiped up the mess on the floor. He finally glided back over to hand her a mug - one of his own - full of the hot beverage.





N O V A

Ms. Caspary came by quickly, looking fresh and dewy, and greeted the three of them. He smiled brightly at her and offered a good morning of his own. It seemed like that would have been the end of that, but then she had gone on to say ,"Oh, Nova, Lukas? Now that I have you here, can I ask a favour? Could you have a look at the grandfather clock in my office? It's broken." Nova clapped his hands together excitedly, a small round "o" shape forming on his lips. "Of course, Ms. Caspary!" he cried, looking like a toddler who'd just been given an early Christmas present. He couldn't recall working on a grandfather clock before - never really got his hands on one - but toying with clocks and watches in general was one of his favorite things to do. He'd suddenly found his motivation for the entire day in that single "favor".

He got so wrapped up in his own brain from then on out and he sorta just… trailed off in the general direction of his next class. Nova was too far off from them to hear Clover's very simple, not at all Freudian explanation of  "I just meant that he reminds me of Pedro." He strolled by like a easy breeze, too stuck in his own head to realize that it may have been peculiar to walk away from a semi-conversation like that. The bracelet wrapped 'round the redhead's wrist had got his mental cogs working and then the promise of fiddling with that clock made it so that he was really, really itching to make something right about now. But, alas, History with Ms. Molly called.

He heard his other half shout out at him, "Two man job? Later on maybe?" and he was suddenly snapped out of his dream-like reverie. "Huh?" he asked, spinning on his heels to look at him, "Oh! Oh, right! Definitely. I'll catch you later, Lukas!" he shouted as well once he realized what his twin was refering to. "Bye Clover!" he added before turning and trailing off to the room that he was taught history in by someone only a few years his elder. When he got to the room, it was unlocked but empty, which really didn't surprise Nova all that much. He just took a seat and waited patiently for the day to begin, reading onward in his book until then.

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Kitty laughs along with Boone, but runs a hand though her messy hair awkwardly; is he laughing at her? Does she really look that tragic, right now? She shakes her head a little, and tries to brush the thought away. She'd never bothered about looking like a dope in the name of literature before, it's silly to start fussing over herself just for Boone.

He asks why she's come to visit him so early, and she's about to say that she'd come about something that's hot and wet and far more interesting than paperwork, but then realises that it sounds...extremely inappropriate, and before she can think of something else to say in reply, Chloe rushes into the room, spraying her with water as she passes. Kitty raises her hand to her, now damp, face. Now she looks even more ridiculous in front of Boone. Fabulous. Chloe speaks so fast that the whole speech becomes one long word, and Kitty's eyebrow raises of it's own accord; at eighteen, Chloe's maybe a little old to appreciate being called 'cute', but she certainly looks it right now, while she's dripping wet and clinging to Boone like a long-lost sibling. Chloe splashes her with water again on her way out, and leaves a puddle on the classroom floor where she'd been standing.

She grins back at him when he insists that he's not as popular as he seems, "Don't worry. I know it's all political." she gestures at the notice scrawled on his board, "They're probably just trying to sweeten you up for good marks." she quips. She considers asking him, if a hug buys you a passing mark, what will a kiss get? But quickly disregards the idea; he might think she's trying to imply something...Gods, why is she so tangled right now?!

She takes the mug from him gratefully, "Mmmm..." she breathes it in; Boone's private stash of coffee smells much better than the crappy, school canteen variety, "You're a lifesaver, Boone." She glances down at his shirt at almost snorts into her coffee - there's a Chloe-shaped patch of damp. "Here." she takes the roll of paper from him, "Let me." She dabs at his shirt with a wad of tissue. "So...how are you? it's a little awkward to converse with him while she's so close, basically groping him in the name of tidiness.


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Sinclair


Sinclair is woken for the second time that morning by someone outside his bedroom door. He can hear them shuffling about outside before they speak. It's Rhea. He curses under his breath; he can't just ignore her and go back to sleep. "Hang on a sec." he calls out loud enough for her to hear him from the other side of the door as he heaves himself out of his nice, warm bed. Yesterday's jeans and shirt are lying in a crumpled pile at the foot of his bed, so he pulls them on quickly to cover his modesty before he answers the door. "Sorry. I was sleeping...obviously." he leans against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest, "Did Keating send you to get me? Or is this just a social call? Because you know I need by beauty sleep." he raises a questioning eyebrow at Rhea.

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Only once he'd handed her a cup of joe did he realize that Chloe's infectious water whipping had caught on to more than just himself and the floor, but to Ms. Caspray as well. A smirk (really a smile being bitten back for subtlety's sake) found its way to his face because she hadn't made so much as a single complaint about it, neither to Chloe nor him. She acted as if it never happened and he's sure it's to make sure no one feels bad. Then she's grinning and joking about his students bribing him and he's laughing - real, hearty laughter that makes his eyes crinkle and his nostrils flair (something he's always hated). The gestures flowed so evenly, conversation as languid as water and just as effortless. The next thing he knew, she was dabbling at his shirt with paper towels. She smelt of coffee and faint perfume, but only mildly of either, over all entirely pleasant. Despite how hard he tried, it was impossible to maintain the light, simple atmosphere when she was so goddamn close. He grew tense under her touch, though a small smile remained, and he looked down at her petite frame as she busily went to work with going so far out of her way to convenience him.

"So...how are you?" she asked and he snorted at her attempts to keep things casual with the touching barrier crossed. "Well, there's a stray cat whose incessant purring has been haunting me in my nightmares this entire school year, but other than that, I'm the same old, bitter educator I've ever been." he said playfully, leaning back against the counter and just beginning to physically ease up and relax. Joking always made him more comfortable. "You don't have to do that, you know." he finally said, a devilish twinkle not to be over looked in his eye. "I've got a spare shirt in my supplies closet." he admitted now after she'd spent quite a while doting on him. He saw a drop of water that'd remained in her hair and caught it between his thumb and the side of his index finger fondly. Truthfully, he was grateful for her genuine concern - his appreciation could be read in the bright aura that surrounded him - but it felt cheesy to express it and, instead, he lightly teased. He actually hadn't remembered the spare shirt until after she'd already begun and by then it felt rude to say anything about it. Now it could be passed off as a joke, so it was really better this way. Besides, the students should be coming in about now and if they were surprised to see Kitty in here with him calling him by his first name, he couldn't imagine how they'd feel about her sopping up his wet abdomen. The mental situation was enough to add a little more foxishness to that glimmer in his eye we were talking about earlier.

He crossed the room to the cabinet to unbutton his shirt (relax, there was a very modest undershirt underneath it), rip it off, and tug on the plush sweater he had in here for the colder days over it. "See? Perfectly student friendly now. Speaking of which, don't you have some literature to be spooning down some throats? Plenty of homoerotic themes and Freudian interpretations to discuss, I'd imagine." he grinned, taking a little poke at her profession. He picked up her mug (his mug really, but her coffee inside) "Don't forget your paper work, Ms. Caspray." he said, handing her the cup of coffee. "Just drop by later today to return the cup. Or tomorrow. Whenever." He shrugged, though he was really hoping for his first suggestion.



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"While I should just drag you to class, like Keating would want me to, I know you wouldn't like. After all, I really don;t have the heart for it. I just needed to find an escape from the hallway. I really don't like being around most of the students..." she began to confide in him. "You could at least go to Keating's class, he'll roast your ass if you don't...' She looked at her watch for a moment, class had probably already begun. but she had no reason to hurry. "C'mon at least try to escape the confines of your room for one class." she put her hand on her hip, suddenly feeling like Arissa but, stopped, the bell had suddenly rung, Rhea was rarely late to class, and whne she was she tended to become a little uncomfortable with whatever might have been restricting her. "Well...I'll see you....maybe..." a bit of nervousness in her voice. She looked at her watch and started to run toward the stairwell instead of going down the first few steps she jumped over the rail, and into the second flight with no incident, and then hurried down as quickly as she could, she neared Keating's class as more students left to their respective classrooms. She ran into Mr.Keating's door, stopping suddenly as a locket skittered on to his classroom floor and broke, a picture flapping on the outside of her younger brother. It had fallen out her bookbag, in front of everyone in the class.

The locket had been destroyed due to her reckless running, she stood in the class doorway unsure of how to react, but her mouth lay open slightly in shock.

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Kitty looks away pointedly when Boone makes to change his shirt - under shirt or no under shirt - and pretends to examine a painting hung on the wall. A schoolgirl blush burns on her cheeks, but she lowers her face so that her hair hides it. When he's re-dressed, she turns back to him; it's a bit warm for a sweater, but the kids would have teased him mercilessly for his damp shirt...or maybe they'd have been to scared to mention it in front of him. She's overheard some of her students talking about him as though he's a wild animal that might attack at any sudden movement, but she;s never seen any indication of that. "You've never been student -friendly, Boone. she teases, taking her coffee back from him. "thanks, again..." she gestures the mug in her hands, "...and I'll...see you later."

When she opens the door to leave, the kids pass by her to get in. She hadn't realised that they'd been waiting outside, already. She must have been in there for longer than she'd thought.

Her bedroom is two floors up, and is every bit as disorganised as her office. There are books and papers covering every available surface. She places Boone's now empty mug down atop a tower of Mills & Boons and makes a mental note to pay him a visit later, to return it.

After her shower, there's just enough time to read a couple more chapters of her book before her first lesson of the day.


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Sinclair


Sinclair rolls his eyes when Rhea mentions Keating's class, and smirks, "Keating loves me, deep down, Rhea." He ponders as to whether or not to go to class, but before he can make up his mind, Rhea's blabbering about seeing him later and sprinting off down the corridor. He watches her go, stunned...how can anyone be so eager to get to class? He looks back at his bed longingly, but he's already up and dressed; might as well go to class. He puts on socks and a pair of battered old converse, and then follows Rhea's route - at a much, much slower pace - to Keating's classroom.

When he arrives, some of the class are already in their seats, but Rhea is standing paralysed in the doorway. He has to edge round her to get in, "What're you standing there for? What's wrong?" he follows her line of vision over to the shattered necklace, "Oh. Fuck, Rhea." he whistles softly under his breath. He's about to say something comforting, but he spots Clover across the classroom, so instead he gives her a hopeless shrug.

He walks up the aisle behind Clover's seat, and as he gets closer he realises that she's sitting by Lukas of course. He wraps an arm around her neck from behind in a gruff, one-armed hug, and places a chaste kiss on the top of her head, "Mornin', Clo...Hi, Lukas." From his vantage point above her, the bracelet on her wrist catches his eye, and he stares at it - confused because Clover doesn't wear a bracelet - for a long moment before he realises it's significance. "Oh, yeah, happy anniversary." he has to fight to keep the disdain out of his voice, "Pretty bracelet, you make it, Lukas?"

He'd almost managed to forget about their anniversary. If he had remembered, he would have just stayed in bed all day. He realises that he hasn't said anything in a while, and so tries to make a joke, "I hope you don't expect such lavish gifts when we're married, Clo." The 'when we're married' thing is an old joke they'd started years ago and had carried on.

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Rhea stopped for a second, then sighed acting as if everything was normal, when Sinclair became distracted with Clover, she was just showing her 'normal' frustration at the situation, so she wouldn't alert any unwanted attention. She levitated the discarded pieces of the locket, a portion of it was missing and had probably rolled under Keating's desk, she moved the metal portions into her small satchel hoping that she might find someone to fix it. She left the small photo there, there was no way she would be stepping back into her past again. She had left that picture in that locket for a reason, to keep it away from the rest of her possessions, and then one night she had thought she lost it, apparently it must have been in some small loophole in her bookbag. She hesistated for a moment, and then remembered almost knocking over someone as she rushed to class. "Lennon!...I-I'm sorry...just me almost being late..." she nodded at him, before walking past the door, with her telekinesis she lifted the small photo, and held it in her hand. A picture of a blonde haired, hazel eyed boy, his two front teeth missing, he was obviously a toddler, yet the picture seemed prehistoric, it was yellowing and in the corner a burnt charred mark was on it. Rhea suddenly had a flashback, one of those dealers and his pistol, which laid close to the family picture in the living room, the barrel of his gun was so arid that it burned some of the photograph. It was a family photo too, which she ripped a piece from after the incident. She flipped it over, the back just as prehistoric as the front, This would definitely effect her, but not in a positive way.

Her face became serious as she palmed the photo, her hand creasing as the photo folded. She realizes that she is blocking the door, and takes her usual seat next to window, although she does so quietly and without a snarky remark for Keating. She definitely hadn't thought of one yet, her eyes gazed into the window. "Now I know I'm not passing that assessment" She thought to herself.

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Kitty's oh-so-true proclamation of "You've never been student -friendly, Boone." served as an cue of her dismissal and the young pupil's arrival. Boone gave an amused yet somehow disappointed grumble of agreement, wishing she could stay and chat but knowing that work called for other such things. His students poured into the room, all taking their usual seats, and he ran a hand through his hair before wiping his left eye . My, they were rambunctious this morning. He just sat silently at his desk, waiting for everyone to arrive, watching each one of them trickle in with his tired stare. Clover, Lukas, Lennon, Rhea, Sinclair, Ava... that was it? Where the bloody hell were his students? Well, Chloe and Everlie should be off saying farewell to their fish friends, that he knew, but other than those two... He sighed, deciding that while he could be peeved at the students for coming late and wasting class time, he could also just not give a damn and cherish the down time. Less work and all the same pay, really. Just for good measure, he rolled over and scribbled, "No... seriously" underneath the original scrawling of "ASSESSMENT TODAY" but made no other move as an educator.

They were rather content yakking away. Apparently it was Clover and Lukas' anniversary and being that he had both of them in his class, lucky him, it was the hottest topic of the morning. Oh, teen love! He was sure this one was going to last a lifetime! He sighed again. Rhea came spilling in and dropped her locket onto the floor. The thing was busted - clearly - and a piece had slid under his desk. At first, he remained in his perpetual state of boredom but when he glanced up to see if she planned on picking the thing up, he faltered, a bothered frown tugging on his lips as he winced. Uh oh. Apparently the jewelry meant something to the girl. He was half afraid she'd broken down and would start to malfunction - pulling out a katana or something and going on a mass murder rampage. Instead, she just kind of deflated into her seat. He felt bad for the thing, especially so after Sinclair (weren't they supposed to be good friends or something? He'd always assumed so.) just kind of brushed her off. He picked up the piece and tried to make eye contact with her as he wiggled it in his fingers but, ah, she'd become too distracted with looking outside the window. Bad day for the girl. He pocketed it, vowing to simply return it after class.

Next thing he knew, Lukas and Sinclair were spatting off, flexing and unflexing their possessive ultra-macho masculine powers in front of Clover. He rolled his eyes at the dominance charade (he half expected the two of them to leap atop the desk, pull down their drawers, and reveal baboon buttocks to settle the dispute like true wild animals) and wondered if they'd even begun to think about whether it'd make the very lucky girl feel uncomfortable being bartered over like she was some object to be won. Again, he didn't have much of a desire to voice these opinions and would have gladly just tucked his opinions into his pocket, but he was pretty sure it was his job as teacher to keep his kids from spitting literal fire at one another. For the first time since everyone'd streamed in, he spoke.

"Ehem, Mr. Tricon," he began, fluttering his downcast eyes up to level with the kid, "while I'm very glad your big anniversary day has been apparently very hot so far, I would be much obliged if you were to... erm, simmer down a tad." he said. He finished it with passive shrug, as if his interjection was merely an idea to consider before he'd thought of another valid point to add to his argument. "Damaging Mr. Burton-Lake's luxurious locks on a day he'd actually dragged himself to class seems like a crime, after all." he drawled. To add to the point, he gave a feigned smile, a couple short claps, and a simple "Bravo, Sinclair." After he'd spoken, there was a bit of an awkward silence in the class and he chuckled. "Class, carry on, by all means. We're waiting on a couple of your peers to begin today. There's a group-evaluation to be done which means we can't do it without the whole class present. I'm sure you'll all pass with flying colors considering how well you all get along, though."

He grinned again. "Coffee, anyone? No? Okay." and then he continued to scribble nonsense onto paperwork he had to get done by the end of the day.





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MEANWHILE: The young boy had been sitting in the empty class room for entirely too long, reading in the relative dark. Suddenly, he perked his head up as if he were having a psychic vision. "Aw crud, Ms. Molly's history class isn't for a couple hours!"

Face palm ensued.

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Clover falls silent, along with the rest of the class, when Rhea's necklace smashes. She's not really sure what to say or do, so she's grateful when Lukas speaks up, offerring to try his hand at fixing it. There's a familiar warmth in her; when he does things like that - selfless things, thoughtful things - she's reminded of why she loves him quite so much.

Clover pats Sinclair's arm in greeting when he's wraps it around her neck, but she's shocked to see him awake and in class so early. "I don't think I've ever said this before, but good morning, Clair." She twists the bracelet round on her wrist when Sinlair mentions it, glancing across at it's maker affectionately.

She snorts, loudly, when Sinclair advises her not to expect any tokens of fondness to come from their fictional marriage, "I've come to learn not to expect a single thing from you over the years, Clair." She knows that he won't take it the wrong way. Their friendship is built on sterner stuff than that, and they can exchange jokey insults and banter.

Her head whips around when Sinclair swears and chair clatters to the ground. "Lukas!" she chastises him, but her tone is laced with amusement; she's never seen Sinclair move so fast before. Keating intervenes, drawing everyone's attention over to them, and she gives the teacher a weak, half-smile. "That was almost a 'happy anniversary, Sir. Almost."

When Keating's finished with his first telling-off of the day, she turns back to Sinclair and gives him an apologetic look - swallowing back a grin - on her boyfriend's behalf, "Should have just stayed in bed, eh? It's safer."

Ava's arrival into the conversation is welcome. Clover holds out her arm for Ava to cast an appraising eye over her new bracelet. "Lukas made it." he voice is a mixture of pride and endearment, "Isn't it perfect?". She grabs Lukas' hand and holds it out to Ava, "He has magic hands, y'know."

She bats Sinclair away when he makes a sarky remark about wedding invites and bridesmaids dresses, "I'll force you into a fuschia bridemaids dress for the rest of your life if you don't shut up" she warns, turning her back to him. When he puts his feet up on the back of her chair, she just ignores him; she can't be bothered with the affronted look he'll give her if she pushes his feet away.

Lukas has been quiet. His eyes fixed forwards. It's unlike him, and it's making her uneasy. She takes his hand under the desk, out of sight of the others, and pulls it in to rest on her lap. She plays with it for a moment, tracing the lines and callouses with her fingertips, before she's struck by inspiration. She uses her index finger to draw a circle on his palm, an 'O'. Then a 'K', followed by a question mark. Then a heart, just for good measure.

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She looked up when Keating shook the piece of her locket, but she hadn't cared, it wasn't the locket, that could easily been repaired. It seemed he was ready for Rhea to break any moment but it would take much more than what happened today. She looked once more at the photo that was nearly crumpled in her hand. Her eyes showed a certain sadness, she became a little teary eyed, but was able to shake off the emotions.

Lennon didn't hesitate to sit next to her, and its not like she hadn't wanted it, or simply wanted him to leave, she was happy that he was there to talk to her about it, or at least do as much talking as he could."You want some company, over here?" She began use her finger to make invisible little circles in her desk. "I don't mind...." she mumbled. She looked over at Sinclair, who seemed to be much more awake than before. "The fuck's that about?

"Sinclair just tends to get a little rush when he sees Clover, don't worry about it..." She began to wonder if she should tell Lennon about the picture, she was boring holes right through her principles, no one was allowed any farther past knowing where she came from, her past had been locked up in an eternal sleep, what was changing now? Being at the academy for 4 years? Still she had barely gotten to know enough people to at least remember their first or last names. She began to mark the desk with her finger, which was now heated at the tip, the circles became burnt linings in the wood. Her body was struggling with anxiety, she burnt her index finger for a second but merely looked at it, and stopped the hobby. She took the photo from the desk and handed it to Lennon. "That's my little brother...." she smiled, something she rarely did, though it would put anyone under the impression that she was actually depressed. Lennon had yet to find out about Rhea and her past, she had only told a handful of people. She told bits of it to Sinclair, but nothing that was substantial.

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"I needed to wake up, and dive-bombing into the lake seemed like a good enough idea." Chloe smirked back to her friend, her hair already naturally drying in the sunlight. In a few minutes, she would be completely dry and wouldn't even need to change. "You know me, Evie," the brunette laughed, as they walked in unison towards the other girl's room, "I'm a daughter of Poseidon. We kinda' need the water to function properly." Her answer was pretty serious; she felt as if she did need the water to function properly, it was her life, and the only thing that really ever made her truly happy. Without the water... Chloe didn't know what she would be, but "happy" wasn't it.

"An extra towel could be helpful, I suppose." She smiled, sitting herself down on Everlie's floor as the blonde went to get changed in the bathroom. She looked around, taking in the quaint room, looking along the bookshelf that was sitting in the corner of the room. Her eyes glazed over all of the books - there were books that she had never even heard of before, by writers that she couldn't pronounce the name of up there, along with the minimal amount that she did know. "We best get a move on, Ev. Keating can't wait forever. He may just explode."






William Hawk

Will was quite shocked at Nina's reply. She wasn't one for skipping lessons, that was for sure, and he had to hold back a gawp in awe as she agreed to his proposition of missing out on ol' Cadwell's lesson and spending some quality time together. "You're seriously going to skip class, just to spend some time with little old me? Why Miss Collins, I'm shocked. I didn't think I meant that much to you, that you'd risk getting in trouble." He smiled at her, a hint of playfulness glinting in his eyes. He leaned over and took her hand in his momentarily, brushing his fingers over her soft, porcelain colored palms. "This is going to go well." He said, tracing one of the lines that ran down her palm, from the bottom of her middle finger, down to the bottom of her hand. Not many actually knew that he could read palms, and that was what he was doing now, staring intently at Nina's hand.

"Love is also in your future too, my dear. With... someone close to you. Possibly a friend. A friend turned lover. You'll be a perfect couple. Have three children, two girls and a boy. You'll be married too, until death." He looked up, at her and put her hand back down, gently onto her lap. "Well, that's what your palm say anyway. Who knows if it's true or not. I believe it's true though." He smiled.

However, his smile feel quickly as Miss Summers rounded the corner killing the romantic mood that he had tried to hard to create. "Oh Miss Summers..." For once, William Hawk was speechless., his brain being focused on the romance that he was trying to force, instead of coming up with quick excuses as to why they weren't in class. However, he was saved by Zeke, the son of Ares, and wasn't shown up in front of the woman that he was trying to woo.

Soon, he was following the blonde male, nodding discretely as he told them to keep their mouths shut and just follow. He walked quietly behind him, slowly reaching out to the left however, and he took the hand of Nina.






Lukas Tricon

Lukas turned to Clover and smiled innocently. "I didn't do anything, my dear. Like I said, all I did was knock a fly away. Didn't want a little old fly annoying your best friend Sinclair now, did I? Couldn't have that." He placed a soft kiss on Clover's cheek, making sure that Sinclair could obviously see it, before his attention was taken by the teacher in front of him. He didn't like Mr Keating very much, the man was a scary human being, and it didn't help with him being the child of the god of war, Ares. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as the teacher scolded him for trying to set Sinclair on fire, and he nodded his hair apologetically. "I was only trying to get a fly, sir." He smiled, before Clover saved him, taking the attention of Mr Keating away from him. He let out a soft sigh as he sat there, holding his girlfriend's hand. The incident with Sinclair had bothered him more than it should have done, and he didn't like it. "I wish we could have stayed in bed today," he said quietly, stroking her hand with his thumb, "as it would have been a better way to spend the day."

Boys and girls weren't allowed to sleep in each others dorms, but that didn't stop most of the kids from jumping from bedroom to bedroom. Portia was obviously one for doing it, Will was another, and Lukas and Clover were just the same. They liked to spend the night together, even if it was just to curl up and sleep. Lukas never slept better than when his arms were wrapped around Clover. And contrary to belief, she didn't snore.

Luke nodded a brief hello to Ava as she arrived, but he was literally pulled into the conversation by his girlfriend, as she displayed his palms to the blonde. He made an effort to get more involved, and turned in his seat to face her. "What can I say? I'm a magician." he laughed playfully, before then turning back into his seat. He was a little more pleased by Sinclair's next comment about being a bridesmaid. That was much better - Sinclair standing behind them in the wedding procession, wearing the ugliest fuchsia coloured dress that Clover could find. "Oh Sin, I think you'd look lovely in a pink bridesmaid's dress. It'd set off the singes in your hair." He didn't turn around to speak to the male, only kept his eyes forward, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Yes, it annoyed him to the core that Sinclair wanted his Clover. But he couldn't stop himself from playing on it from time to time, annoying the other in return by kissing Clover in front of him, and making jibes like his previous one. He was a jealous soul, but was proud of it. Anyone who had Clove on their arm had to watch out for intruders trying to steal her, and he was just being overcautious.

Lukas looked over to Clover as she wrote on his hand, asking if he was okay, and then adding a heart. He smiled softly in her direction and lent forward, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm fine. Just being myself, you know? Over protectiveness coming though. Don't want anyone coming between us, babe." He smiled, turning back ever so slightly to catch the eye of Sinclair.

If he was going to hit on Clover when her boyfriend was sitting next to her, and make little snipes at their relationship - this meant war.

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As he hands the picture back, Rhea lays it back on her desk and puts laments on the situation between Sinclair and Lukas dor a second, in all honestly the whole was pure teenage drama, though who knows who would ened up with who, and Sinclair seemed more determined than Rhea had ever seen him. "Hey, Rhea? She turns her attention back to Lennon who seemed quite out of place all of sudden. "Something wrong?.." she asked him. "I know this is lame, and feel free to tell me to fuck off, but if we've both got to go to this stupid dance thing anyway, would you mind going...with me?" She pulled back a little in surprise, she to had forgotten about the little dance party the school had planned for the students, she grimaced for a moment, then smiled. "My pleasure..." she said mimicking Lennon's volume of voice. Suddenly thoughts started to whizz by in her head. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO FUCKING DANCE?!!!" She began to tap a bit at her desk and sigh. "DON'T TAKE THIS AS A SIGN OF AFFECTION, AFTER ALL ISN'T LIKE THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL AFTER HIM?" She clenched her jeans trying to supress her thoughts, but her face was calm. "OH GOD I CAN SEE YOUR ASS SLIPPING IN THOSE PATHETIC HEELS YOU BOUGHT 3 YEARS AGO..."

"What do you think I should wear, and where do you wanna meet?..." she asked her voice smooth and low. " WHAT ARE YOU DAFT? ARE YOU AN IDIOT? A DUMBASS? A MORON? WHY'D YOU EVEN ACCEPT THE PROPOSAL????" She blushed a bit, her tan skin hiding most of it, she slumped her head in her hands. "I'm surprised you asked me Lennon...actually maybe I'm glad..." she smiled. Her mind tried to flip the situation, whenever she acted out of her norm this is what she thought, her bod was still, but her mind was rampant and judging. It delivered some harsh judgement, but it allowed her to think carefully before acting, this time she had all but lost it.

She stuffed the picture of her brother inside her backpack, and crossed her fingers. "Man when are we gonna start this lesson?..." She looked out the door when Everlie walked in, and noticed Sinclair asking Ava out right in front of Lukas and Claire.

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Zeke was relieved when Ms.Summers hadn't expected too much out of him, though he knew she wasn't one to play dumb, he began to chide both Will and Nina. "Virgin Mary's tits, you guys just really had to cause some trouble?...." he sighed for a moment, as he heard the pouncing of familliar paws on the floor, before Gregis could even make it around the corner he had already prepared himself. "Gregis!..." The canine had zoomed past the couple and Zeke, before turning back around and greeting Ezekiel with a friendly welcome. Zeke scratched behind Gregis's ears, and chuckled when the dog lapped at his face. He was much bigger compared to the first time they met, and Zeke had a fear of dogs at the time. He laughed, playing around with Gregis, he noticed the small note snugged into his collar, but figured it was for some purpose that Zeke had no reason to read. As soon as Gregis had come around to play, he was gone, probably to deliver that message. Anything Malcolm had to say, he would say in Zeke's presence, and Gregis seemed to be headed towards Cadwell's class anyway.

"Oh well" he mumbled. "You guys seem prepared to skip class, maybe I will too..." He stood there for a second, a bit out of breath. "I'm sure Cadwell wouldn't mind, but....before I go...I-I...W-wanted to tell you something Will..." He began to stutter like Nina did sometimes, a slight blush passing over his cheeks, but a devious smirk on his lips. He put his hand over his head in a melodramatic fashion. "I-I know we've only known each other for a while..." he took his hand, his face looking away in near fake embarrasment, his voice girly and accentuated with stutters. "Will you be my date to the dance?..." he nearly guffawed at the gesture, and had trouble keeping his posture, before bursting out into laughter."Ha...Just kidding..." He turned away from the couple. "I'll be in Keating's class if you need me, he likes me there anyway, just tell Cadewell I was sick or some crap like that..." He began to walk in the opposite direction. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!..." He began to walk a little faster, doing his little back-turned-goodbye-wave like he usually did. He gave one last observant look at the two and hoped that nothing unfortunate would befall either of them, especially Nina

If Keating hadn't looked Ezekiel could've just slithered in, but naturally Zeke had to make it look like he belonged there, his lying would only get him so far. Before entering Keating's class, he begun to make himself a little teary eyed and angry, to make it seem like he had done or something wrong or something wrong had been done to him. He tried to think depressing thoughts, that was easy enough, and then mix them with any anger he may have felt, most of those emotions would wash over when he went inside and sat down, but it needed to look authetic for at least 3 or so minutes. He was ready, the usual smile on his face contorted to a look of madeness, and despair. He grasped his bookbag which sat next to him outside.

"First open the door with an atitude!"

He opened the door alright, but it was more like a slam, which reverberated like a gunshot, he had probably used too much force opening it, but the more theatrical the better.

Second, Slam that fucking bookbag!"

His bookbag received the next part of assualt as he threw onto a desk, his eyes showing a bit of redness and tears.

Third, the perfect excuse.."

"I got sent out of class, for insubordination..." he begins his sentence with a grunt and turns his head to the side in an angsty movement. Really he's close to bursting out with laughter but the anger is keeping him still. His eyebrows unfurrow themselves a bit . to make it seem as if he was regretting whatever he had done before. He scooted his chair up to his desk, and put his head between his arms. Silently laughing to himself.

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"I kinda' like him. Wouldn't want to be cleaning him off of the windows with a squeedgie." Chloe laughed, pushing herself up with her hands and feet, so that she was in a standing position. She picked up her bag off of the floor and followed Everlie out of her room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. He flip flops smacked against the floor as they walked, creating an annoying sound as they walked. She hated the sound of flip flops against linoleum, but they were the easiest shoes to slip onto wet feet - converse didn't work, flats got stuck, boots were extremely uncomfortable, so flip flops it was. She had practice with these sort of things. "When I dashed into his class quickly to say that we were going to be late, it said something about an assessment on the board. We're obviously gonna' be using our powers on something. Hopefully each other!" She laughed, as they trundled along the corridor.

Soon, they were coming to the open door of Boone's classroom, and they walked in. It looked as if the class was waiting for them. "Oh Mr Keating, you didn't have to wait for us! We were on our way slowly, you could have started." She smiled childishly, walking over to him and nudging him in the arm softly. "Changed, have you? Hope I didn't ruin your moment with the blonde English teacher." She poked her tongue out at the teacher she saw as an older brother and then walked over to her usual seat, alongside Everlie, near Lukas and Clover. Ava, however, was sitting near the couple too, dampening the happy mood of the teenager instantly. She plopped down into her seat with a huff, making her disdain to the blonde highly obvious. "So, what are we doing today then? Do I finally get to drown someone? Oh, I'd really like that." There was a menacing tone in her voice as she spoke, and her head tilted to the side a little, so she could see Ava's reaction. Oh the joyful thoughts of drowning that blonde, over-confident, bitchy child of Aphrodite.





William Hawk

Okay, Will couldn't stop the laugh this time. "Virgin Mary's tits?" He chortled, nearly having to wipe his eyes from the tears that were growing in them from hilarity. Zeke was one of those people that came out with the most random things at the most random times, and this was one of them. And most of those things were fucking hilarious. "Oh Zeke. You do make me laugh." He smiled, calming down after a few moment of raving laughter. Comments like that were funnier to him than programmes where people hurt themselves jumping off of things being stupid. Little comments - the laughter pockets of life. He stopped as the dog tackled his friend and turned to look at Nina, a sad look replacing the happiness that had just drowned his eyes. "Nina, I have something to talk to you about." He sighed, and let go of her hand slowly, but only after giving it one last squeeze.

"Nina, I want to ask you to the dance," he began, looking at her with soft eyes, "but I'm not going to." He waiting for the reaction on her face, but didn't take too much notice. He didn't want to let anyone know that it hurt him not to ask her, to see her going with someone else and not with him, but it was for her own good. "I'm not... associated the best way - I don't have the best reputation, is what I'm trying to get through here. Coming to the dance with me... it would make people believe that you're my next "conquest" or whatever, and you're not. You're more than that." He kept his voice hushed. Even though Ezekiel had left, he didn't want anyone to over hear him. "I like you, but I don't want you associated with me as my next "lay", okay? So, I'm going to ask someone else. I'm sorry." He said, looking down to the ground.

Phase one, completed. Look like the good guy. Of course, Nina meant more to him than his usual comings-and-goings, but he still had his plan of getting the ladies to like him. The first step, was getting them to like you, and see you as someone noble, and doing things for other people - A selfless do-gooder. He just hoped it didn't back fire, and she wasn't left alone or something.

"Save me a dance though? As many as you can?"





Lukas Tricon

"You better be mine later." Lukas winked at her, playfully squeezing her knee as it rested gently against his, a romantic gesture of sorts to cheer him up.
"Thanks Ava." Lukas smiled as she complimented his handiwork on the bracelet. Even if he wasn't in the best of moods, or didn't feel right, a compliment was something that the eldest Tricon brother always adored. He never disregarded one easily, and he savoured each and everyone of them with a smile, taking them in his stride. He didn't like to brag, but he did love getting the compliments, and would fish for them slyly out of anyone that he could find. He felt his face wrinkle up into a contorted mess when Sinclair said that he was beginning to sound as if he had a crush on the long haired male. He turned around fully this time, and looked his "friend" in the face. "Now Sin, we've gone though this. I'm straight remember. I know how much you want me, but it's not gonna' happen, buddy." He smiled sarcastically, and then turned back around to face the front of the classroom. It was strange how they had all been friends at one point, and now they weren't. They had been a threesome, the closer of the two regrettably being Sinclair and Clover, but soon Luke has taken over Sin's space, and now the dynamics had changed; Lukas wasn't going to be the one going to the dance on his own, and watching Sinclair walk in with Clover on his arm - this time, the roles were reversed, and Lukas had her. And he was god-damn proud of it.

He couldn't stop the little "o" shape forming on his lips as Sinclair asked Ava to the dance - he didn't actually expect the male to ask anyone else. Maybe he was naive and stupid like that, but that was just him. He shared Clover's expression as she looked at him with surprise. He joked along with her as she elbowed him in the ribs, and then he turned to her, his face serious once more.

"Clover Alice Thurston. Will you do me the great honour of accompanying me to the formal dance?" He smiled, taking both of her hands into his, stroking them softly with his thumb. His hands were rougher than hers, because of his extensive work with them, but she liked them none the less, and that was good for him.

"Well?"

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When Clover meekly muttered back a half hearted joke as a response, he'd become sated, the smallest of grins twitching amongst the stubble on his chiny-chin-chin. His only reply was a roll of the eyes and then he was getting back to his work. It wasn't that he was particularly displeased seeing the couple - not like he was plotting their demise and the such - but as far as their anniversay went, he just didn't... care, quite frankly. It was one of those things like people showing you pictures of their lap dog. It's fine and dandy that you have one (by all means, go get twenty of them) but you couldn't possibly expect him to be sitting at the edge of his seat begging you to continue scrolling through your phone's internal memory to show him the "cutest thing Fido did the other day". Still, he meant no harm by it. The kids were happy and that was undeniably nice.

He didn't look up from his papers until he smelled more smoke. He half expected to see Sinclair running about the room like a victim of Nanking (don't google it if you don't already know for fear of mental scarring) but realized quickly that it was just Rhea being Rhea and flicked his eyes back donward... Yet he couldn't seem to turn off his ears. Okay, so he was curious. Who wouldn't be curious about the locket and its effect on the girl? It was a mystery begging to be solved and without him meaning to, it wasn't long before he'd overheard Lennon asking her out. He winced inwardly (outwardly he continued to scribble) expecting immediate rejection. His eyebrows shot up on their own when Rhea actually agreed and he found himself approving of this. He could honestly see them together, when he thought about i-

Wait a second.

Wait a bloody second.

Holy shit, the dance was today. Oh fuck, he had to chaperone.

Honestly, his dreading of the event had less to do with his disdain for being grown kid's baby sitter and more with the fact that the image of Kitty had fluttered into his mind before he'd had the chance to shut it out and now he wouldn't be able to even really speak to her without wondering if it'd be more rude to ask her to go as friends or not to mention it at all. They were planning on hanging out after classes, after all. And now he was picturing her in a silly prom dress slow dancin - Jesus fucking Christ, what was that thinking? By now he'd stopped what he was doing and craddled his face in the palms of his hands. Right then, one Ezekiel came storming into his class room, throwing a bit of a fit, eyes watery and face all scruffed up with that emotion that Boone knew so well. The boy was the hardest out of all of his students for him to see because if anybody knew a taste of his hardships, it'd be him. He looked at the blonde incredulously, mouth opening and closing several times as he tried to come up with a response to the fuming child. Finally he just shook his head and raised his shoulders as if to say, "I don't even know" and answered. "Well, alright then. Welcome to Power Control with Mr. Keating. We're having a test today so I'll just mark your score now and you can sit out later, I suppose." Because, really, what was the harm in that?

Then came skadaddling Chloe and her unfortunate victim. "Oh Mr Keating, you didn't have to wait for us! We were on our way slowly, you could have started." Chloe chirped. He gave her a scowl but he really didn't mean it and he was certain she'd be able to tell. Then she was mentinoing Kitty and he was lickin his lips in attempts to surpress a boyish grin from taking hold of him (unsuccessfully). By the time he'd gotten a grasp on a retort, she'd already said something else about drowning others and the like. "Can it, Huntington." he said with a smile in his voice, waving her off to snuff out the conversation entirely. The girl who'd grown to become a little sister to him knew entirely too much about him, he thought in the moment. She had way too much leverage.

This would be about where he'd start the lesson but then there were other, more teenagey things to be addressed first, it seemed. "Clover Alice Thurston. Will you do me the great honour of accompanying me to the formal dance?" Well, now that his students were all present, he didn't much feel obligated to wait around and listen to more dance proposals. "Oh yes, yes, Lukas. Yes~! Of course I'll go to the ball with you~!" he said in the highest voice he could muster, a mock "so-happy-I-could-cry" reading on his face as he stood from his chair. He suddenly felt a pinch of guilt - this could have been important to the two of them, he'd only just realized. "Er, ah. Sorry. Maybe that was crossing a line or two." he muttered, back with his own vocal chords, his guilty conscience shining through. He glanced from side to side. "Ah, whatever. Go on and answer, then. But after that we're starting the assessment." He had to prepare, anyway. He was suddenly slinking over the the edge of the room, bringing out a small kennel meant to carry yappy puppies or kittens alike and carrying it back over to the front. He waited for the class to settle down, setting the barred cage on a stool front and center and then stood there expectantly.




N O V A



Nova had scrambled off to class as quickly as he could, running down the campus like wild fire. He was missing Cadwell's class, which really was unfortunate. It was the only class in the history of classes he'd ever taken EVER that he didn't excell in. To most, this meant avoiding it at all costs, but to Nova it meant that he almost obsessively tried his hardest - taking down notes and listening as intently as humanly possible to all of the instructions. Being late meant that he'd already be in a funk for the class before it already began. His lungs burned with each heavy breath he took, his chicken legs not doing much of anything impressive for him in the running department.

Yet, he got there soon enough. At least he wasn't missing the actual lesson. When he arrived, out of breath, to the arena, everyone had only just begun walking around to get suited up. He dropped his books in the grass and toppled over, putting a hand on either knee.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Cadwell. I was being a forgetful ninny." he explained honestly and earnestly. He then went over to the lockers to grab some armor and smiled when he saw Arissa there. "Hey!" he chimed. "Good morning, 'Rissa. Nothing like a little bit of general humiliation and physical exertion in the morning, huh?" He went through the motions of strapping on the bulky armor, a wry smile on his lips. "How're you?"

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Zeke unsheilded his face from his hands when Sinclair threw the paper ball at him, an obvious smile was plastered on his face, he couldn't hide his amusement any longer. He turned to Chole, who at the moment had a slight annoyance with Ava. 'No need to get feisty.." he added. "I think Boone will have pleanty of feist to give us during the assessment..." He leaned back in his chair for a moment, as the class had started to entice itself with conversation, at this rate Boone would never start the assessment. " Why am I excited for this damn test?" he asked himself, he never applied himself much in the academic field. He had heard Everlie's voice while trying to relax on his chair. "Aren't you supposed to be in Cadwell's class?"

"Yeah, but I figured I could spend one day with my good old buddy Keat..." he responded back. "By the way you look quite lovely today..." he smiled back at her. The morning had already progressed well, and nothing so far had made him angry. "so far so good.." He looked back over at the group who seemed intent on discussing the whole 'dance' phenomenon, he realized he had no date, but the truth was that he was too shy to just ask anybody, of course the ideal person would be Ava, but considering how much she disliked him, he doubted that she would so much as glance his way as soon as he said it. " I can just forget about asking her, I'd be way too much of a chicken to do it...." He closed his eyes for a second. "Maybe Jules?...Nah...she attracts guys like flies on shit, she probably already has a date..."He ruffled a firm hand into his curly locks. "Then who?.." He began to look around the room, almost feeling a bit self-conscious, half the girls already had dates by the looks of things. He sighed for a moment. "Let me just think about this after class, I've got better things to do..."

"So....this assessment....what exactly are we doing?" Zeke started to share the same opinion. 'Yeah what are you planning Keat?..."

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"I really hadn't expected you to answer that Lennon, and Oh, his name is Ace, he's well, he not really alive, if you wanna be more specific, but he was human, Hecate only had me." She began to bore at the cage Keating provided for the students. 'You really think I'd let you put me into that Keating? I'd fight you before that could ever happen. " A tinge of seriousness could be noted in her voice, she wasn't one for student-teacher abuse, but defending herself and being forced into a cage were two different dilemmas, she had her dignity to protect after all. "Whatever you plan to do just spill it, they don't pay you to sit around and threaten students." an expression of boredom seemed to once again pass over her face. "What do you have planned Keating?.."

(ain't much else to write...)

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Boone practically began to rear back like a feisty stallion when Clover had caught onto Chloe's prodding at this morning's, ehem, "moment" with Ms. Caspray. "Damn that girl and her big mouth." he thought in his head, giving Chloe a signature pointed stare. Next thing he knew, Sinclair had joked about an affair between himself and Lukas and he'd suddenly decided that his romantic life (or lack thereof) should be a nonexistent conversation. "Hey, hey! This is completely unprofessional." he chided, bringing both of his hands together in a cross as if to say "time out". "Ha, as if you've had a single professional day in your life." he contemplated. Truthfully, these were just the sort of things he didn't like to talk about, be it with pupils or not.

Luckily, his cage served as a damn good distraction. A knowing, somewhat sinister smirk found a neat little place on his face and it only broadened with each of the comments made about it. "You think he's going to put one of us in that?" - "So....this assessment....what exactly are we doing?" - "Well, he's not exactly the sort of person who'd buy us a puppy, is he?" - 'Yeah what are you planning Keat?..." -"I know I've said this already this morning, but the fuck is that?" - "Whatever you plan to do just spill it, they don't pay you to sit around and threaten students." With the class roaring their objections to the mysterious cage, he realized it was high time that he get the show on the road, a chuckle beginning the test for his class this morning.

He opened the cage, reached an arm inside, and pulled out a snow white fur ball that kicked and thrashed violently in his hands. He set it down on the stool and it instantly stilled, pink nose sniffing and long ears twitching before it finally sat up on its hind legs and cocked a head at the class. It appeared to be a rabbit - a cute, fluffy bunny rabbit. Boone clapped his hands together and walked away from the creature before turning to his class and giving a malcious smile. "Alright, class. This test calls for power control beyond simply conjuring a flame or spitting a bit of electricity. I'm testing you on practical application of your skills and an ability to diplomatically come to a reasonable decision. What you see before you," he made a gesture towards the rabbit, "is a 'cerberbunny'. It's a highly deadly creature that will be growing exponentially more dangerous and violent as time goes by. Its fangs are filled with lethal poison and its tempermant becomes increasingly more brash. We don't have much time before it begins to attack. It is, despite its appearance, a monster. I offer you a simple assignment: make a decision." he said, stroking his chin. "The only real problem comes in this: more than half of the class must agree on the choice to act out on or nothing can be done. Furthermore, if you're on the incorrect side, you will get a zero for this assessment." he explained, "This is not to say that the popular side is the correct side, though. If you play your cards particularly foolishly, the whole class could fail. Furthermore, you have to carry through with whatever your solution to the problem is."

He scratched his head and scrunched his face making sure that he'd remembered all of the aspects to the test. Somewhat confident that he'd covered it all, he nodded. "Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll be silent from here on out until a choice has been made and carried out." And then he sat in his chair and stared expectantly at his class.





N O V A


Arissa had very cooly asked the boy if he had grass stains on his pants followed by telling him he could use some excercise. His response? To chuckle sheepishly, a shy shrug rising from the blonde male. "Yeah, I guess a run or two might be beneficial for my cause." he agreed shamelessly, acknowledging his midly scrawny stature. He then took the time to check his pants for said staining and, indeed, found them. He smiled down at the girl. "Yes, it appears I have indeed managed to destroy yet another article of clothing." he said, not really sweating it. This sort of thing was routine by now for him, as klutzy as he was. He liked Arissa. She was wildly organized and a very active member of Olympus Academy, something that he could really appreciate considering the helter skelter that was his existence. She took charge and was incredibly passionate about what she believed in. She was refreshing, basically.

"I think I'm just peachy. How about you?" she had asked and he gave out a contemplative mew as he thought about it. "Ah, I guess I'm pretty peachy keen, too." he decided, answering honestly. He was nervous for class, but other than that, he didn't have anything to bother him. "Bet you're gonna kill this lesson today, huh?"

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Chloe Huntington

Chloe kinda' zoned out for a while, looking at the cage that Boone had produced. She wondered what was inside, and she inclined her head to the left, furrowed her brow and squinted her eyes - in short, her concentration face. There was something oddly menacing with the cage, and with it being Mr Keating's class as well, menacing was expected. Her concentration was broken however by Sinclair's reply to her drowning comment. Ah, at least someone knew who she was directing that statement at. "Oh, all right Sinclair. Just for you. I'll only maim for now." She joked, smiling mischievously. Chloe didn't know why she hated Ava. Nothing had happened between the two, but for some reason, she really disliked the blonde haired girl. Then, Zeke appeared, and she didn't have to stay in that awkward situation any more, with Ava's eyes burning into the back of her head. Now that was a horrible feeling. He made an entrance, that was true, but honestly, she didn't really care. They were friendly to each other, but they weren't "friends." She couldn't help but giggle a little at his comment though. "But I like feisty. Feisty is good." Everlie's little comment about "dousing enough people for now," brought her back to their side of the classroom, and she smiled at the girl. "But please? Just one more wouldn't hurt!"

"The moment with Caspray?" Chloe turned around to Clover and nodded her hair. "Yeah, he was looking all sweet-eyed at her. Almost tripped over his own words too! It was a sight to behold." She laughed, looking back at the guy she treated as a brother, poking her tongue out at him playfully. Soon, he had began the lesson, and her attention was taken by him; this class was her favourite out of them all; it wasn't just the teacher, it was the whole concept of the class. When he revealed the bunny, she laughed slightly with confusion. "Erm... right. A bunny?" However, then, when the teacher when into detail about this creature, her smile dropped. "Oh. Not a bunny. Gotcha'." She turned to face her group of friends, plus Ava, and conferred with them. "Kill it? Ev, have you thought that he might be lying? Keating is that sort of person you know? He'd get us to kill an innocent rabbit to fail us, trust me. It seems too... passive, to be aggressive. I mean, it's barely moving." Her expression was puzzled. Now what?





[font=georgia][center]William Hawk

Soon, dear William was being escorted to class by Mr Vincent, the woman-trapped-in-a-man's-body in his eyes. He took a step to the left, away from the two others that he was with as the teacher slung his arm around Nina's shoulders. He still felt terrible about the whole letting her down idea. Maybe it would have been better if he had asked her along to the dance. He dragged his hand through his hair and sighed gently, the hair thing being his little tell that he was upset. Sure, he had decided only to do it for an act, but underneath, it was more than that. Why had he been so stupid? She'd never agree to go with him now! William Hawk, you fucking idiot. He gave himself a mental slap, and closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about the other girls that he could ask.

Chloe? Nah, she's too interested in someone else. Danni? Nope, too masculine. Portia? That could ruin everything. Jackie? Ooh... Jackie... She's my best fri--

Thud!

His train of thought was cut off by something hitting him square in the face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the open door of a locker. "Fuck... that hurt..." he spoke to himself, clenching his nose as they arrived at Cadwell's class. His hand stayed pressed against his already bruising nose as he stood there, not interacting with anyone. He now felt shit, was in pain, and was embarrassed. Brilliant day. He didn't join a specific group when told to by the teacher, or react to the compliment that he gave to every one of his students. He just stood there. No-one would want him in their group now.





[font=georgia][center]Lukas Tricon

Lukas' eyes snapped over to Mr Keating as he mocked Clover's answer, and he glared at him. It would probably be bad to set his hair on fire too; two people in the space of fifteen minutes really wasn't the best idea. The thought did cross his mind though, but he just shrugged it off when the teacher apologized, letting Clover have her romantic reply. However, again the mood was ruined by Sinclair opening his annoying mouth, and spilling out words that threw his mood deeper into the deep end. "Well Sin, I could go with Mr Keating, but then I'd be leaving Clover all alone, seeing as you're going with Ava now, and all. But I think Clover will be better company, don't you?" He grinned, the maliciousness of his words lacing the air with cruelness. Okay, so, Lukas Tricon wasn't someone that you should put in the same sentence as the word "malicious" or "cruel," but in this case, where Clover was involved, he was incredibly protective. He knew that Sinclair liked his girlfriend, and that annoyed him. And being the man that he was, he would let this annoyance be known to everyone. He kissed Clover gently on the lips, letting his love flow through him to her, thought their touch. "Thank you." He whispered softly, pecking her nose before he pulled back. "You'll definitely be a better date that Keating, honey, believe me."

He then looked at the cage that was produced by Keating, and looked shocked as he revealed the white creature inside. He listen to the story that came along with the rabbit, something about a "cerberbunny", something he had never heard of before, and he looked at it in fascination. Anything new to him was awe-striking, and he wanted to figure out everything he could about it; and this creature wasn't any different. He looked around to Clover and leant in to her ear - "Bed probably would have been safer. Don't want you being mauled by the vicious bunny." He spoke quietly, a small laugh accompanying his voice. The bunny didn't look scary at all, but you could never be sure. One moment, you could be watching a television, and the next, it could burst into flames. Maybe the rabbit wasn't going to spontaneously combust, but in theory, it could grow and turn into some sort of vicious monster. He took into consideration to what Chloe said, shaking his head though as he did. "Yes Clo, he could. However, it could also be a vicious killing machine. I agree with Evie. We should kill the infernal thing before it goes all postal on us."

Lukas wasn't one for killing innocent things, but if Clover was in danger from being bitten by a rabbid rabbit, then he was certainly going to protect her. Even if it meant causing the rabbit to spontaneously combust himself.

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Character Portrait: Boone Raziel Keating Character Portrait: Rhea Xior Character Portrait: Lennon Rosley Character Portrait: Sinclair Burton-Lake Character Portrait: Ruby Bloomer Character Portrait: Jeffrey Duckworth
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Ruby


Ruby had overslept. Severely overslept. She must have forgotten to wind her alarm, last night. She runs around her bedroom; one leg in her jeans and the other out, her hair wild and tangled from sleep, her teeth stained with lipstick from trying to apply it quickly. She glances at her reflection in the mirror above her dresser, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" she drawls sarcastically, rubbing the stray smears of scarlet off of her teeth. She rolls up the sleeves of her shirt - it's been warm for days - and balances on one foot at a time to tie the laces of the other boot. Her backpack is adorned with dozens of pins and badges, and one of them falls of when she picks the bag up, but she just clips it on to her shirt pocket and leaves, heading in the direction of class.

She's sure that Keating must have heard every excuse in the book for lateness, by now, and is trying to think of something original...'I got lost in the forest'? 'I couldn't find my shoes'? 'My bedroom door wouldn't open'? Nah, he'd never, ever believe them. She'll just have to apologise profusely and hope he's in a good mood. Jeffrey is up ahead of her, going in the same direction, and she's glad that she's not the only one running late. She slips in the door behind him before he closes it. She lingers a little behind him, waiting her turn to make her excuses to Keating, but she stops worrying about it when Jeffrey gives his; compared to that, anything which Ruby could have come up with would have seemed positively plausible! "Uh, yeah, same thing." she gestures to Jeffrey, when Keating looks at her expectantly.

She slides into the seat beside Sinclair, "Morning, ev-" she's distracted by the rabbit on Keating's desk, and actually rubs at her eyes a couple of times to make certain that she's not seeing things. She's glad when Jeffrey mentions it; at least the others can see it, too.


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Lennon


Rhea's reply stuns him into silence, for a long moment. "Wow...sorry. he mutters, examining her face to try to gauge how she's feeling, but the girl is a firmly closed book, "I didn't mean to...y'know..." He trails off lamely, averting his eyes awkwardly so she doesn't feel like he's staring at her like a freak show.


He shakes his head disbelievingly when Keating spins them the story about a deadly rabbit, "I don't buy it" he shrugs, "I think he's messing with us." he's not really bothered about the decision the others will take, though. If they kill it, he might get extra credit for bringing it back to life...he realises that he's not a sickened by the thought as he perhaps should be, but shakes it off.

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Character Portrait: Ethy Hunter Character Portrait: Danielle 'Danni' River Character Portrait: Arissa Adia Scout Character Portrait: Tristan Van Wilmot Character Portrait: Boone Raziel Keating Character Portrait: William Hawk Character Portrait: Alexander Cadwell Character Portrait: Nova Tricon Character Portrait: Aria Spencer Character Portrait: Ruby Bloomer Character Portrait: Jeffrey Duckworth
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N O V A

Arissa had begun to go on a confident spiel about how she would excell in today's mission (he himself was doing more nervous gulping that boasting) but before she could spit out the words, Aria came flying in and crash landed into his chest with a distinctive "thud". She sputtered out the quickest apology he'd ever heard and skittered away red as a tomato. "It's- it's fi-" he was saying, yet he was still teetering around off balance, trying to regain his footing but finding it exceedingly hard with this bulky armor making him lopsided. "Ah! Ah!" he he cried, swaying to the side before ultimately plopping onto the ground. "Mmm, looks like more grass stains for me. The more the merrier, really." he joked, scrambling to his feet. He wondered why he'd even tried to regain his balance. If he would've just let himself fallen down he probably would have saved himself some embarrassment. Oh, well. He brushed off his pants to get any flecks of grass from him and gave a little side glance back at Aria who was now chatting with Peter. A smile crept onto his lips.

Then Cadwell was explaining their assignment today and he found himself getting increasingly more anxious. Oh no. Not capture the flag. The last time they played this, Nova'd left with two black eyes. The worst part? Both had been accidentally self-inflicted. "Nova, one word; fire" he had said, which only made him all the more nervous. See, sure Nova could spark a light or two, but his command over fire was about as good as his command over urination. If he was particularly antsy - and especially if there were people watching - he had a seriously hard time performing. He was no awesome, walking blow torch. More like malfunctioning microwave flicking out embers here and there. Still, he appreciated that Cadwell went out of his way to be nice to he and the rest of the class. He really meant well but, ah, it woudln't stop the sense of impending doom from pounding in his ears.

"...late, Nova." Tristan had said. Nova had sheepishly not heard the start of his sentence, too wrapped up in the tangle of thoughts his brain was spinning like a spindly spider. He just grinned bright at him and nodded, a vague answer to whatever his statement had been. He was fan of Tristian so his friendly face was a nice temporary distraction from the challenge. Then he'd proposed that Arissa, himelf, and Nova would team up. "Yeah, totally. We're like a match made in heaven." he joked, eyes trailing over to the dejected Nina in the back of the class. "Oh..." he said, and he'd just begun to make his way over to her when Peter'd beat him to it. She followed him back to their team and he frowned. He didn't want to have to go up against Nina, a good friend of his, when she was feeling so down. Well, it looked like he didn't have much of a choice.

Nova wasn't able to greet most of the new additions, the rest of that portion a bit of a blur because he'd volunteered to go up and tie their flag to the pole at the end of the field like Cadwell had asked. It was clear that Nova was stressing out. Anyone who knew him would see the strains in his feigned smile, the shutters flexing behind his eyes as he calculated the many ways he could humilate himself during today's class. When he'd gotten back, Danni and Ethy were both on his team. Each of them offered him a small smile - relatively uncharacteristic of the two of them - and he grinned right on back, this one more easy going than before. "Wooo! We got the bamf girls!" he cried, throwing his arms in the air with enthusiasm that was only partially done for comedic purposes. Really, they were spectacular additions to the team.

Then Aria had shuffled on over, mewing out a shy "Need an extra?" perhaps he'd been stepping some lines onto Arissa's team leader position, but he wooted out a "YEAH!" followed by, "Only if you promise not to shove me to the floor again, that is." It was clear there was no ill intent in his little jab. Then they were talking about strategy and Nova'd found that words had escaped him once more, any of that easy going brightness quickly being replaced with uneasiness once more. If anyone'd paid attention, they'd hear a nervous little twitter at the word "attacker". Nova was not an attacker - not offensive on any level of the word. Still, objecting would mean putting their whole team at a disadvantage if what Arissa said was true, and voicing complaints about his own inefficiencies seemed hardly the route to go to foster team spirit. "Yeah...!" he'd weakly crowed to his group, the lamest input yet. He looked over his team and kind of chuckled. They were not really a cohesive unit of friends, but more class mates who'd been wrapped together for a common goal. He looked over at the other, larger team to see that all of them could probably be seen hanging around each other after class very happily. His eye trailed to Will who was just kind of standing there in the center of the field and a frown tugged on his lips.

Before he knew what he was doing, his feet had begun to trail over to where he was standing. He and Will were not really friends. Not friends at all, actually. He hadn't recalled speaking to him once in his life, but he was sure they knew of each other and he couldn't simply stand by as he was literally ostracized from every single class mate. Sure, he'd done some mean things and sure a whole lot of people disliked him for said mean things, but no one deserved to be so... alone. He'd gotten all the way over to him, standing a couple feet away, before he realized he had no idea what he'd planned on saying. He'd merely acted on impulse. "Ah, eh, hey Will." he peeped. "Are you feeling alright, man...? Do you want to be on our team?" he asked, not even taking into consideration how little some of his other team mates liked Will.





BOONE RAZIEL KEATING

Boone sat in his desk, chuckling here and there when the time called for it, but indeed, remained silent throughout their debate. The children were only just now stating their initial opinions on the fluffy white thing on the stool. The real fun would come when they seriously had to pick a resolve and go with it - something that could be harder than you'd imagine, especially with such a large group.

When Ruby and Ducky came slinking in, giving him the shittiest excuse he'd ever heard, he let out some annoyed grumbles but other than that rolled his eyes and made a motion directing them to take a seat. While he would love to chew them out for being late, he really couldn't talk for the rest of the assessment. If he explained the assignment again, he could bias their opinions or say something misleading. Besides, how the students framed the evaluation in explaining to Ducky and Ruby would alter how they perceived it, which would be interesting to watch nonetheless. He remained the silent observer for now.

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Character Portrait: Chloe Skylar Huntington Character Portrait: Ava Sawyer Character Portrait: Boone Raziel Keating Character Portrait: William Hawk Character Portrait: Nina Collins Character Portrait: Alexander Cadwell Character Portrait: Sinclair Burton-Lake Character Portrait: Clover Thurston Character Portrait: Nova Tricon Character Portrait: Lukas Tricon Character Portrait: Chance Rundell Character Portrait: Jacqueline Christie Character Portrait: Jeffrey Duckworth
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Chloe Huntington

Chloe's head swivelled from the delightful conversation about how they were, or if they were going to kill a defenceless bunny rabbit, when Ducky walked in, and she couldn't stop the laugh from escaping her mouth as he rambled his elaborate excuse for being late. "I take it that you took the Hobbits to Isengard too in the process? That would explain the length of time." She spoke to him, ignoring the fact that he had spoken to the blonde bitch. Then, she turned back to their group and frowned. The conversations flew around her; half of the group saying that they should kill the bunny, repeat bunny, and the others saying that it was a poor animal who should be spared. "I still stand on the ground that Keating over there is playing us, and I don't want to stand around and watch you kill a little rabbit." She stood up from her chair, grabbed her back and walked over to Boone's desk, a smile on her face. "Mr Keating, sir, I'm not feeling too well, so I'm going to head back to my dorm and sleep a little. My answer is 'don't kill the rabbit, it's a rabbit for fuck sake.' That okay? Thank you, I'll catch up with you later! Bye!"

And with that, she whirled out of the classroom door.

Okay, so Chloe didn't really feel unwell. However, she didn't want to see the guts of a rabbit all over the classroom, and her ears filled with the screams of vanity coming from Ava, so she had decided to escape. An idea popped into her head about what she could do in her spare time, but before she went in the direction of Cadwell's class, she turned around to look behind her. Boone wouldn't follow her out; he knew her well enough to know by now that when she was gone, she was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, he had her answer; she had done his test. It was just up to her classmates now to finish it. There was a skip in her step and she swung her bag as she made her way towards the Training Area. She watched the class from behind the trees for a moment, and when she magically caught her best friend's eye, she signalled for him to run away with her, only for a little bit.

She winked at him cheekily, before turning away once more, hiding behind the trees. Come on Chance. Come hang with me.






William Hawk

Will almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a weight on his back, and he flung his arms backwards, to catch the mysterious woman who was clinging on to him, like a koala onto a eucalyptus tree. "Well, hello Jackie. Yes, I was thinking, something which I don't do too fucking often. I actually think I've broken my bloody nose. Can you look? What do you think?" He paused for a moment as he showed her his bleeding nose, knowing that it wouldn't affect her like it would affect other girls. She wasn't scared of a little blood. Also, she was the only person that he would actually trust, with something like this, other than Nina of course - but she wasn't speaking to him. To every other girl in this place, he had to be the "macho man" that his reputation showed him to be, and he couldn't let that facade down. But Jackie knew him better than that, and he couldn't hide anything from her any more. He had tried, as hard as anyone had tried to do anything before, but she always found him out; but that was Jacqueline Christie for you.

"Yeah, 'lots of girls' are going to be swooning over me with a purple and bruised face, aren't they?" He sighed as she pulled back from inspecting him, and they made their way to class, slowly but surely. He felt slightly dizzy from his accident, and really wasn't in the mood to fight any more. His power was pretty crappy anyway - he was able to see every move that someone could make, his eyes being extremely sharp, but that was it. On a pirate ship, he would have been the one with the wooden leg, up in the crows nest on look out. That was all he was good for. "What about you, eh? All those guys after you? Anyone in particular yet, honey?" He nudged her playfully, but then winced almost instantly, the movement sending shocks up to his face.

Soon, they were in the lesson, and everyone was getting ready, except him. He was standing in the middle like a lemon, not knowing what to do. It was strange to see William Hawk just standing around not socializing with anyone, or flirting with girls, so it was a surprise to him that Nova cautiously made his way towards him. He didn't like Nova, purely because of his sissy-like attitude, but it was pretty ballsy of the guy to come up to him, and ask him to join his team. He reached his hand up and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as they stood there in a strange atmosphere, trying his best to muster up words from the bottom of his stomach. "Erm... Thanks, Nova. But, I've kinda' injured myself. So, I might s-sit this first one out. But... y'know... thanks, man, for offering. Maybe when I'm feeling a little better?" He said, nodding to the guy, making the first friendly gesture he had ever made to him. When Nova returned to his group, Will turned around to Cadwell, looking sheepish. "Yeah, I've destroyed my nose. Is it okay to sit out for a little bit? I feel a bit... woozy."





Lukas Tricon

Luke didn't pay much attention to the two new people entering the classroom. He was kind of in his own little world today, too busy thinking about other things to focus on the comings and goings of other people. Then suddenly, he felt a sharp pain running through his ear, and he whipped his head around, glaring playfully at Clover. "Excuse me, missy?" He asked her, raising his eyebrow at her actions. However, his playful anger soon fell away as she mimed being Cerebus, the guard of the underworld. He laughed at her as she did so, and slowly put his hands on top of hers, bringing them down onto her lap. "Now now, Clover. What have we said about imitating mythical creatures? Yes, honey, it makes you look like a lunatic." He smiled to her, before placing another soft kiss onto her cheek, just to reiterate to her that he was only joking around. The bracelet on her arm glinted in the sunlight for a moment, drawing his eye to it, making him smile. He thought back to the expression on her face when she first saw it around her wrist, and in that moment, he realised how lucky he actually was to have such an amazing girl. Ironically, with her being the daughter of Tyche.

"You know how I feel about animals, Clover. I love them to pieces. But... I don't really want to take any risks." Lukas almost had to stop himself from spinning around and incinerating Sinclair then and there at his next comment. Lukas had always been a kind soul, but ever since he had started dating Clover, and Sinclair had turned more sarcastic and cynical towards him, Luke felt like he was slowly loosing that kindness, his patience, and his caring nature towards all living things. "All living things" now did not include Sinclair in his eyes. It was like the male was slowly trying to torment him, to turn him insane in his own mind, to make him feel unworthy of being with Clover by upsetting her with his actions. Sinclair knew all of the ways to push Lukas' buttons; that was what happened when friends became enemies.

"I still think we should kill it, even though I want no part in it. We could always use Sinclair as bait, to see if it really is a monster. If anyone's going to bring out the monster in someone, it's him." He smiled sardonically. His arm came around the back of Clover's chair, wrapping his arm around her shoulder like a normal boyfriend would do. He felt himself calm down more and more as he relaxed, and when he took her other hand into his, he felt completely at ease.