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Zachary "Zac" Lambholdt

"I also respond to Senor Pantalones." *squiggly eyebrows and mustache twitches.*

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a character in “Silhouette Institution”, as played by XShishioX

Description

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General Information
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ImageName:
Zachary Lambholdt

Nicknames:
Mostly, just Zac. It's a simple enough nickname, and he really doesn't care who calls him by it.

Gender:
Male, duh... Silly...

Age:
18 years old. His birthday is December 5th.

Romantic Interest
To be Announced/determined via PM

Sexuality
Heterosexual

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Appearence
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Hair:
Zac's hair is a rich, dark brown. He likes to wear it relatively short.

Eye color:
A fantastic stormy blue, with splashes of grey and green.

Height & Weight:
Zac is, roughly, 170 lbs of lean muscle. He is very fit, despite his proclaimed hatred of formal exercise. He's just tall enough at 5'10". While he isn't towering over anyone, he's not a total shortie either.

Ethnicity:
Zac is an odd mix of things. His father is a quarter Assyrian, a quarter Arabic, and half Greek while his mother is Irish. Zac's accent is a strange mix of his father's heavy Mediterranean tones, his mother's airy brogue, and England's proper point. While the ingredients sound odd, his vocal tones and cadence are quite pleasant. He speaks softly, but clearly, and can be easily understood by all in the room when he projects to speak publicly. His inflections and accents compliment each other well, creating a smooth and amiable speaking voice. Though his father's heritage would have given him much stronger features, Zac took after his mother, inheriting her fair skin and blue eyes.


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Inner Self
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ImagePersonality;
Zac is, frankly speaking, a bit of an odd duck. In a word, he's contrary. He loves to play games and have fun, he's always running around, playing pranks, going out for sports, or attending parties, but he hates exercise. Zac is an insane glutton, and is often the laziest pile you'll ever meet, but he despises people without manners. In short, he's a bit of a walking contradiction. His paradoxical whimsicality aside, Zac is very sweet. He's an incredibly caring and kind individual, often putting down whatever he's doing to help someone who needs him. He loves to see people smile, and is often seen smiling himself. Zac is very calm and collected. That's not to say he's the scheming type, but rather, Zachary would rather just go with the flow than push himself too hard. He doesn't understand why people have to work so hard all day long. You've got your whole life ahead of you, so why waste it on stuff like your job or schoolwork. Zac would tell you that Life is for the living, you can't take medals and money with you when you're gone. Accordingly, Zac is a huge proponent of naps. He takes them often, sometimes even in the middle of classes or important meetings, usually incurring hilarious consequences. A social butterfly, Zac loves to be surrounded by people. He loves to talk, share experiences, make jokes, and dance like an idiot, making him the life of any party. Thus, it stands to reason that Zac is relatively well-liked. Even if the average student only knows him as the textbook example of what not to do to succeed in school, they would still know that he's an awesome guy who's always got time to lend you a hand. Further, he doesn't go out of his way to mess with anyone, he's always smiling and helping people out, and he loves to have fun. Who wouldn't like someone like that?

Upon closer inspection, if you look past all the playing, the napping, and the goofing off, one can actually see that Zachary is very intelligent and has a surprising aptitude for the specific focus of the school he attends. At first glance, you'd never guess that he's a 4.0 student from his open hatred of studying and homework. Further, though his teachers constantly say that he's a very powerful ability user, no one seems to know what his abilities are. It's not because he's messing with your mind via telepathy, Zac just never uses his powers very often. He would rather talk and negotiate first before resorting to fighting. In fact, in a fight situation, Zac often appears more cowardly than your average new blood. That being said, Zac is no slouch. He's incredibly powerful, and is not to be challenged or pushed into fighting lightheartedly. He's a staunch supporter of the ideals of justice, and he hates bullies more than anything else. It 'a half the reason he tries so hard to make people happy. Bullies are less likely to start hurting others if they don't have a reason to be sad or angry. As stated earlier, Zac is quite intelligent. Though his IQ has never formally been tested, but it's been estimated, by teachers and other staff, that it's somewhere around 170. (For reference, Albert Einstein's IQ was somewhere between 180-190.) However, if Zac was really that intelligent or powerful, you would never know it. From his nonchalant attitude in school, to his lack of visible effort in just about anything, Zac doesn't comport himself like someone of his status should. He's always trying to back himself out of hard work, he never takes anything seriously, and it's lead to the popular consensus that his status as a superlative student is something of a school wide joke. This doesn't help his image as somewhat of a class clown. While his peers write him off, his teachers know better. The truth is, Zac is terrified of his powers. He's never fully tested their upper limits, Zac doesn't consciously know the full extent of his abilities.


ImageAbility:
Advanced Telekinesis~ The ability to exert force on an object(s) with the mind from a distance. The user of this ability can push, pull, lift, drop, carry, etc objects with their mind. Zac is skilled enough in the use of his telekinesis to move multiple objects through complex patterns without much difficulty. It should be noted that Zac's powers are tactile, meaning they create physical force that is distributed via psionic energy. Therefore, Zac's abilities only work against things that can be touched physically. Things like fire, light, darkness, etc. that lack a physical form are largely unaffected by Zac's powers. There are four levels of Telekinetic Progress/Understanding. Common, Advanced, Master, and Ultimate. Currently, Zac is only capable of performing feats of common or advanced Telekinesis.

Telekinetic Force (TK Force) Manipulation~ The user of this ability has the power to manipulate the force produced by psionic energy via Telekinesis. By using this ability, the user throws away all versatility and subtlety, trading it for massive amounts of raw power. Any force that the user creates, whether it's just moving something across the room, or attempting to pry open a security vault, is produced with insane amounts of power. This is the ability Zac uses the most. He doesn't like to futz around with all the other applications of Telekinesis like energy or matter manipulation. Zac would rather just overwhelm something/someone with pure force. This power lends itself to usefulness in a few effective manners:

~TK Blast/Smash~ The first, TK Blast, is simply the ability to create a powerful, ranged burst of telekinetic force roughly the size of a baseball. It is perfectly accurate over any amount of distance, because, since it has no mass, it is unaffected by gravity or other such forces that affect trajectory. The blasts can be fired at speeds near 200 fps without somatic direction, but they are considerably faster and more powerful when directed by Zac's hands or other body parts. The overall effect is similar to a howitzer's shot, or the impact of a high velocity wrecking ball. TK Smash is a similar device. Zac can apply the force of a TK Blast to any part of his body and release it upon physical impact, turning the chosen limb into something of a pneumatic hammer. Due to the nature of this ability, it is not wise to use full power, as such, Zac is only capable of producing forces of, roughly, 2,000 psi. While this is, by far, Zac's most offensive ability, he cannot simply run around blasting through concrete walls all day. After roughly 10 shots in a row, he will begin to fatigue, and after 30 in a row, without rest, Zac threatens to suffer permanent brain damage or death.

~TK Wall~ Zac creates a wall(s) of massively condensed air by pushing huge amounts of air into a single space, forming an effect similar to a powerful force field. His walls are sturdy enough to stop bullets, but point blank shots from high caliber weapons, such as anti-tank weaponry or shells, and large quantities of relatively powerful bullets can still get through. Zac's defense is his pride and joy, he's much more confident in his ability to defend than his ability to harm. As it is, Zac can withstand constant hurricane force winds for upwards of 5 minutes as though nothing were happening. After 7 minutes of such punishment, Zac's walls will begin to fade, allowing those inside to begin to feel the adverse effects of the assault Zac is protecting them from. After 11 minutes of uninterrupted bombardment, Zac's walls will crumble entirely and he will suffer permanent brain damage or death.

~TK Force/Grip~ This ability is simply a psyched up version of Telekinesis. Zac can pick up and move any object to which he has line of sight, up to a distance of 500 meters. Zac can then manipulate this object however he chooses to. For example, he could spin a propellor fast enough to power a wind mill. He could smash a car into the ground without lifting a finger. Zac is also capable of exerting telekinetic force on anything in his line of sight. While not as powerful as his Blast or Smash, Zac can still create incredible force and exert this force in any way that he might choose. The uses of this ability are only limited by Zac's imagination. Like all his abilities, sustained use carries risk. If Zac tries to move something that's too heavy, too far away, or continue to move it for too long, he will begin to fatigue. If he exerts too much force, over too far of a distance, or for too long, he will similarly become fatigued. Extended overuse threatens brain damage or death.

~TK Boost~ By wrapping himself in a field of TK Force, Zac can massively augment his strength, speed, and durability. By directing this field, Zac is capable of flight. Zac's body can only hold up with the extreme demands placed on it by TK Boost for so long and after using it for any duration of time, Zac becomes very fatigued, and unable to use his abilities for a period of time equal to twice the duration of the TK Boost. Depending upon the severity and duration of the boost, Zac threatens to outright die from overuse if TK Boost is maintained for longer than 10 minutes against an opponent equally powerful to, or stronger, than himself.


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Likes

+Sweets and Candy
+ Smiling
+ Honesty
+ Flying
+ Swimming
+ Martial Arts
+ Languages and Cultures
+ Napping
+ Games
+ Talking
+ People
+ Girls
Dislikes

- Bullies
- Liars
- Cheaters
- Spicy Things and Overly Hot Things
- Exercise
- Studying and Homework
- Math
- Being Alone



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A Few More Facts
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History:

ImageZac was born in the usual way. His parents met each other when they were visiting France on vacation, the two really hit it off, quite famously actually, exchanged contact information, and kept in touch. The pair of them were so in love, that Zac's father quit his job, moved away from his home country of Turkey, and moved in with Zac's mother at the house they bought together in Oxford, England. After a year of living together, the two were married, and settled in to their lives together. Zac's father went to work for BAE Systems, a privately owned company that researches and develops aerospace and military technologies, as an accountant. Zac's mother, on the other hand, is a musician, a skilled celloist, who plays in the London Philharmonic Orchestra. After a few years, a few more trips, and several payments were made, Zac's parents were finally ready to raise a family that didn't consist of them and their two dogs. So they had kids. First came Zac's older sister Maria, the eldest. Next was Zac's older brother Damien. After Damien came Zachary himself, followed shortly thereafter by Zac's little sister, Lily. They were, and still are, a very happy family. They love each other very much, and always do there best to look out for each other and take care of each other.

Being the middle child wasn't really that bad for Zac. He wasn't a mathematical genius like his sister Maria, and he wasn't anywhere near as musically or theatrically talented as his brother and younger sister, respectively. The only genius Zachary exhibited was his aptitude for languages, but even that wasn't much above average. Because of this perceived mediocrity, Zac's parents never pushed him. They were too preoccupied with their own work and the education of Zac's siblings. This lack of attention caused a direct plummet in Zac's perceived self worth and esteem. Because of this, Zac never pushed himself to succeed. Why bother if your siblings could do everything better than you? In fact, Zachary's childhood and adolescence would have been entirely boring and ordinary until he became the target of a group of bullies. The boys who picked on Zac didn't stop at calling him names, or playing mean pranks on him. They would often gang up on poor Zachary, beating him up, and threatening to do the same to his little sister if he told anyone. Instead of going to an adult or even his older siblings, Zachary decided to take matters into his own hands. He joined up with the wrestling and boxing clubs at a local gym through the school teams. At first, the training he wanted wasn't anything very serious. All Zachary wanted was enough skill to chase off his bullies and make them pay with his own two hands. What Zac didn't expect, was how much he would love the sports themselves, how much he would excel at them. Zac wasn't bigger than the other kids, and he wasn't much stronger either. However, Zachary was faster, that much was certain. Zac had dealt with his bullies, and he was supposed to be done, but instead, Zac kept playing. Zachary didn't just play the games to have fun and make friends, though it was a great perk for the boy who loved to be with people. Even though he had long since shown his bullies who was boss, he didn't stop training. Zachary had finally found his niche. Zachary was a natural athlete.

ImageBy the time Zac was 15, he had received extensive training in every martial art he could get someone at the gym to teach him. Zac was, by no means, a prodigy, in fact, he often stayed late, continuing to train and play with his teachers long after his peers had left. To Zac, it wasn't about being the best. What Zachary loved was the rush of adrenaline, the feeling of winning, and the primal joy he experienced when he trained and played. Though Zac was a friendly enough guy, he did well in school, he had a good group of friends, nothing could have prepared him for what happened on his sixteenth birthday. Zachary didn't get a car, instead, he almost died. His parents had taken him and his siblings out to dinner, they went to Zac's favorite restaurant, and had gotten him a few thoughtful gifts. After the family had eaten, they went to go see a movie. The film was watched without incident, although Zac's older sister did pee herself a little from laughing so hard, and the family headed home. Nearly home, only a short ten miles away from their house, the family was rear-ended by a drunk driver, causing both vehicles to swerve into the ditch on the side of the road. Both cars were totaled, but, miraculously, no one was hurt. The drunk man was arrested and insurance was going to take care of all the damages. The family was simply waiting on the tow truck to take them home. That's when it happened.

In slow motion, Zac saw the oncoming cement mixer run over a car bumper which had broken off during the crash. With a slowly dawning horror, Zac watched as the bumper rattled around under the massive vehicle, and pierced the undercarriage, creating a shower of sparks and a small explosion, which decimated the brakes and drive shaft. The mixer swerved, unable to steer and trying desperately to regain control of the crash. It was headed right for Zac's family. Zac didn't remember what happened next, only that he shoved his father and younger sister out of the way and stood between his family and the mixer. Instinctively, Zac raised his hands into a fighting stance, his own personal mix of Xingyequan and Muay Thai. For some reason, it seemed important he take exactly that stance. Zachary leaned forward, inches away from the mixer, and swung a massive uppercut. What happened next could only be described as supernatural. Against all reason, against all logic, and against all hope, as if a massive fist had connected with the cab of the truck, it was lifted into the air, halting all forward momentum and driving ten tons of steel and rubber over its rear wheels and onto its back. Lethargically, Zac smiled wide, spinning on the balls of his feet just in time to wink at his father, the sole witness of the event, before passing out.

When Zac awoke, three weeks had passed. Due to the explosive nature of his initial awakening, or origin moment, Zachary had slipped into a temporary coma, too fatigued to stay conscious. He awoke to the sound of cheering and crying, his family was overjoyed, and his friends were ecstatic. Smiling wide, Zachary visited with all his well wishers and relatives until the only person left was Zac's father. Slowly, the older man sat on his son's bed and pulled a letter out of his jacket pocket. It had come for Zac in the mail the day after the incident. According to his father, the letter explained everything, it even had a picture of the undercarriage. Directly under the cab was a giant imprint in the shape of a fist. After reading it for himself and having a long, hard talk with his father, Zachary decided that he needed to go to the place mentioned in the letter: the Silhouette Institution. Zachary transferred over once the fall semester ended, under the guise of an athletic scholarship, only Zachary and his father knew the truth. Though Zachary missed his friends he needed answers and education. The Institution was the best place to get both, and he's been attending ever since. By the time Zachary had finished his first semester at the Institution, he had already been promoted to superlative ranking, much to the confusion of his peers. During his first full year, Zachary's status as superlative wasn't made clear at all, in fact, the students have commonly taken to writing the promotion off as a joke, to the amusement of some, and the irritation of others. Regardless, Zachary found a home within the Institution. He progressed at a good pace, and has already finished his high school education. Zac's current semester is focused on training his formidable powers, much to his own disgust, and preparing himself for college level courses.

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~ Zac knows a fair few languages. He speaks Ancient Akkadian, Greek, English, French, Spanish, Arabic, and Traditional Mandarin Chinese. Instead of studying for his classes like a normal student, Zac spent most of his time studying languages and world cultures as a child. This did nothing to inhibit his progress in his other classes, and actually helped him succeed in his Grammar, History, and Geography courses.

~Zac, despite his hatred for formal exercise, has experimented with quite a few sports that are meant for combat. Not only did this help to keep him safe on the nastier sides of town, but it helped to dissuade bullies who would pick on a boy who was as nice and compliant as Zac. Further, the sports kept his attention like school and studies couldn't, forming a positive outlet for Zac to safely release his pent up energy. It also taught him discipline and focus. Not only that, but since he loved it so much, Zac's parents could use it as a bargaining chip to keep him performing well in school. As long as Zac had A's he could participate in martial arts. Zac has studied Judo, Traditional Wrestling, Traditional Boxing, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Xingyequan Kung Fu, and Tae Kwon Do. He is by no means a master in any of these areas, but he is knowledgable and physically capable enough to protect himself without using his powers, should the occasion arise.

~When it comes to things Zac isn't interested in, he's actually a bit of an idiot. He has no idea how to read a map, cook food, use technology other than his cell phone, and is, probably, the worst stage performer anyone could ever meet. Though he could probably pick up the basics of just about anything, he refuses to do so unless he thinks it's interesting.


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NOTE: Alright, listen up Simon! The original song is much better in Japanese, but if you'd really prefer an English Dub, you can find one here. Below is the English Translation of the song. Now get going Blood Brother! (Yes my favorite anime is Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, how could you tell?)

Listen up: what can you hear?
Does my voice simply disappear,
Sucked away into the void, so empty and so dark?
If there is more to this world,
Then I can be certain at last
That this drive burning within
Has some role to fulfill

I was crushed by the longing welling up inside
And I had just surrendered
Without having touched the air above the ground or the endless sky

So I began to run
Because I feel it, even now,
These sensations overflowing in the beating of my heart

I say Carpe Diem
As I am reaching for my goal
We'll create our own tomorrows 'till this world is finally whole

The answer I have found
Will always burn within my soul

Time goes on, nothing will last
I will not hold onto the past
I cannot waver again because I am afraid
No more doubt, no more regret
No more things to make me forget
That I am destined for more, and it's all in my hands

I have travelled so far and learned so many things
By following your shadow
And now I can see that it is only me who can seize my fate

I listened to your words, and I can hear them even now
'Cause they echo in this memory that I hold deep in my heart

I've found the reason why, and I just know it's here to stay:
I was born into this world so I could cherish every day

The answer I have found
Will never ever go away

All these truths revealed themselves in a way that was so natural and warm
Those precious days of youth haven't yet come to end, and they will return

So I began to run
Because I feel it, even now,
These sensations overflowing in the beating of my heart

I say Carpe Diem
As I am reaching for my goal
We'll create our own tomorrows 'till this world is finally whole

The answer I have found
Will always burn within my soul

So begins...

Zachary "Zac" Lambholdt's Story

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Atheya was sitting up in her bed, surrounded by the many pillows she often slept with, her old and recent sketchings scattered along her wall. Beside her on her small dresser, her lamp shone a faint glowing radiance, just enough for her to read her aged and uncared for book that she held gingerly in her hands. She had found it in the library the night before, piled underneath a mound of uniformly old books. She had been searching for a copy of it for quite some time now, but the condition was less than satisfactory. Yet, she couldn’t say she really minded; She found older books that are torn and elderly (to an extent) hold more history, a story untold by the story inside.

The particular book she was reading at the moment was a classic that many knew of, “To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. The whole innocence of the children within the book with the harder more serious whole tone of plot in the book was a balanced she liked, that she would have thought hard for an author to pull off. She really did love the book.

Mumbling under her breath in a soft whisper laced with her English accent, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it,” She closed the wrinkled pages. That was probably the most popular line of the book, well, at least one of the many. It was something that she really agreed with, and understood to a complete detail. She had experienced things from people’s point of view, almost literally going into their skin at times. If that what you could call going into others thoughts and pasts through an invisible mind link between her and others. Yes it is a little hard to understand, but she often just referred to it almost like a wireless telephone. Brain waves bouncing off of others, blah blah blah.

Glancing over to the simple digital clock that rested right beside her lamp, its gleaming red light stated clearly that it was 7:02 in the morning. Removing the big black rimmed reading glasses that started slipping so it rested at just the tip of her nose, she set them down on top of the book. She figured now was probably a better time to get up, rather than when she originally woke at 5:30 after only getting around four hours of decent sleep. Being as her brain was always almost ticking and processing, she had a bit of insomnia. And by a bit, it was actually quite bad.

Swinging her legs over the side of her double bed the institute so generously gave instead of tiny twin ones, she hopped down, but tripped a bit over one of her acoustic guitars she had haphazardly left sitting on the floor. Doing a slight somersault so she didn’t just fall over, she sat up, and clutched the dark wood guitar in her grasp, saying “I’m sorry, Watson!” still in a quiet tone. She had a name for every one of her guitars, and would argue with anyone who doubted her theory that each of her guitars had certain personalities and souls. But that thought aside, she got up and put him on the stand with the others she had.

Rummaging through her drawers, she pulled out a make shift outfit for herself, a more lazy one considering it was a Sunday. Throwing it on quickly, she finished it off by slipping her phone in her pocket, and clasping on the oval locket she had worn every day since she was ten years old. Inside it held two pictures, one of her mother, and one of her Father. They had died and this was the only thing she really had left to remember about them. She still laughs at the slight irony of them both being Neurologists.

Slipping out of the room, she walked down the stone hallways, glancing outside the faintly fogged up windows as she continued down the long corridor of the girl’s dorm rooms. Making her way along the long stair way down to the main floor, she went into the large kitchen that all the students shared together. There weren’t many students at the school, only about thirty or so. The kitchen was a large enough space for everyone, so it really didn’t matter much. Opening one of the fridge’s, she noticed it was lacking some milk, one thing that really went fast in the institute. Opening up the other two, she found the same thing. Not only that but It seemed there was no more coffee left either when she went to go check for her “spirit” that she called it; a frightening thing really. It looked like she was going to have to go out and get some, hopefully before all the late bloomers of student woke up and grunted angrily and slurred unrecognizable words, glaring with their tired eyes. It had happened before and she could have sworn it was the bloody zombie apocalypse.

The good thing about this was that as one of the very few Superlative students, Atheya could actually go out into the city without having to have someone like a teacher or another student accompany her. One of the actual few rules in the Silhouette Institute was that a student of Medial or New Blood rank must, with no exception, be accompanied by a teacher or a superlative student like herself. When she first got to the school, actually only around a year back, she was infuriated at that rule. Her young rebellious nature seemed destroyed by that, but alas, she always found a way to sneak out. She had been a traveler before then, so staying in one place within walls was suffocating. She had grown a lot since that point. Now she was actually kind, and a little more laid back. Laughing and smiling, something that was very hard for her to actually do for a very long while.

“I guess I better go out then." She stated out loud to herself. Going out to get the food was a task that Superlative students where usually stuck with by the lazy teachers. She didn’t mind going alone, but it wasn’t the most fun thing to do. Yet again, neither was dealing with caffineless students

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He woke up with a muffled scream tangled up in the tripwires of his vocal chords, nothing but silence breezing past his lips as he clawed at his own throat without mercy. Scatterings of thin pink crescent marks bloomed into life across his skin as his fingernails attempted to dig in deep enough to find release.

It had been another nightmare. He had another burst of night terrors this week, and his sleep schedule was completely off. He was beginning to feel terribly stressed, so much so that his palm rested against his temple- which was drenched in sweat and a thin layer of blood. Nothing to worry about, of course. He blew out air through pursed lips in an attempt to calm his racing heart. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven for the dead. One. Two for the spirits. Three. Four for Chandler.

Chandler. He mused, wondering when the shadow would be here it was mornin- oh. Peering outside the curtain, all Flynn saw was outlines, dark caricatures of his daytime view, like someone had taken a pencil and shaded them all in. The horizon was the same color- dark and hazy. It almost blended in with the rest of the world, creating a one dimensional prison. It was the middle of the night. He flopped back on to his bed and breathed out an exaggerated sigh of annoyance. In frustration, he soon fell asleep. At some point, he rose once again, leaning back on his palms and gazing out all around him. The first few rays of sunlight shoot up from the horizon, staining the sky amaranth. He hopped from bed- the morning suddenly giving him a zest of purpose. ZHe glanced over at Zac's bed, only to find it empty. He must be out. He didn't put much thought into his
outfit, but that was given because on weekends he didn't put much thought into anything.

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The fountain was red. Never had he been so confident to see it red before. It had been any number of impossible shades of gray, blue, green — flickering with sunlight yellows and moon shadow violets — but this is unlike any reflected sunset Flynn had witnessed it over the years at Silhouette. His finger ran over the fountain, creating ripples in the blood. To anyone ordinary, it sounds almost delusive, a ludicrous dream. But no, this is reality. Flynn Calder's reality. A flick of his hand, and the blood moved with him- upwards- and as he took his hands and forced them in to a rolling motion the blood formed in to a sphere. Flynn threw his hand in the direction of the fountain, and the sphere shattered into a million droplets of blood, glittering in the sunlight.

He sighed again, except this one was on indifference, for lack of anything else expressive to do. He made his way in to the school again, although something caught his eye. Wait, not something- someone .

"Theya!" He called, recognising the face "You're up early"

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Thump-thump. Thump-Thump.


Zac's world turned in slow motion. His eyes blinking in the darkness, blinded by the headlights. He blinked rapidly, trying to make himself believe he was imagining things. Then his ears heard the low rumbling of the massive truck, the sputtering of the engine, and the crash of debris piercing undercarriage. Sharks showered the ground, a brief flare of flickering, orange flames, and then the massive vehicle swerved threatening, lurching in the direction of the Lambholdt family.

Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.


Hands reached out, finding his little sister's shoulders. Zac shoved her into their father. He heard her whine and his father turned, ready to shout at Zac. Whatever comment or disciplinary action he was going to produce was immediate stifled, eyes wide with fear. He turned, spreading his arms wide, like the wings of an eagle, sheltering Zac's mother and siblings beneath his fragile body.

Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.


Zac's body whipped around, hands flying up to guard himself. The mixer was only yards away careening towards Zac's family. Zac leaned forward, lowering his leading hand, with only seconds left. If Zac was going to die, he could, at least, save his family.

Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.


"Agh!" Zac shouted, eyes snapping open, his body flew into an upright sitting position. Still breathing heavily, chest heaving, and hands shaking, Zac ran his fingers through his hair. Thick heads of sweat hugged the gentle curve of his hairline, coating his hands and wetting his hair. "It was a dream," Zac sighed, obviously relieved. "It was just a dream." He said, mumbled really, almost like he was trying to convince himself, however, he'd spoken so quietly, he wasn't even sure if he heard it. The clock at his bedside read 5:37 am. Zac groaned, it was so early. There was no way he'd be sleeping again anytime soon, once Zac was up, he was up. The best plan would to find something to do for a few hours 'till everyone woke up, then take a nap later. Zac smiled, instantly forgetting his morning struggles. He would have an excuse to nap, on a Sunday, during the afternoon. It literally couldn't get any better than this.

Zac jumped out of bed, quietly throwing on some sweatpants and his sneakers, careful not to disturb his sleeping roommate, and left, taking his keys, phone, and wallet with him. It was best to be prepared. Flynn wasn't the heaviest sleeper, but, lately, Zac had found himself making excuses to give Flynn more time to himself. This wasn't to say Zac disliked Flynn, the pair were actually very good friends. As two members of the incredibly small Superlative Student Rank, which made up less than ten percent of the student body, Flynn and Zac actually spent a lot of time together. They shared a few subjects, some of which were even during the same time period, and, of course, they were roommates. Go figure. No, Zac knew that Flynn was troubled. He'd woken Zac up with his night terrors on more than one occasion, and Zac figured the best way to help Flynn was to let him be. If Flynn really wanted to talk about it, Zac would be there. Flynn knew that.

As Zac pondered his roommate's quandary, he meandered outside rather aimlessly, with no real destination in mind. The fresh morning air about the school grounds was doing wonders for his morning grumpiness. However, without really trying, he'd managed to get himself lost, which was pretty stupid, considering that the campus wasn't exactly the largest and he wasn't even in the maze of hallways anymore. To be fair, Zac had still only attended three semesters at Silhouette. There were other superlatives who still didn't know their way around the school, some had even been here longer than Zac. Zac was allowed to get lost occasionally, after all, his directional memory was iffy at best. Still, it was getting to be breakfast time, and Zac didn't want to be late or he'd miss out on coffee as well as anything else that might be available to eat. Resigning himself to actually having to try, Zac figured he might as well show off a little, even if only to himself. He looked furtively over his shoulder, hazarding a quick glance in every direction. No one was around, at least, not that Zac could see anyway. Working quickly, not wanting to get caught, Zac charged both feet with TK Smash, wrapped his body in TK Boost and jumped. The result was an explosive takeoff, causing Zac to rocket into the air. Whooping with joy, Zac manipulated the TK Force he'd put on like a coat, and flung his body even higher, soaring high into the sky, eyes scanning the ground for the dorms. Spotting it, Zac allowed himself to drop a few hundred feet before grabbing his own body and flinging himself in the direction of the dorms, flying to the dorms as quickly as he could. Zac landed quietly behind the male side of the dorms, telekinetically slowing himself to a stop just a few feet off the ground before letting himself drop to the ground below. Once he'd landed, Zac doused TK Boost, and nonchalantly stood up, making his way back to his room to shower, after all, he had begun to sweat. TK Boost always wore him out so much, even if Zac only used it for a minute. It was like being wrapped up in winter gear made of steel. Gear that you couldn't see. Gear that moved without your limbs' consent. It was hell on your joints and muscles, forcing your body to keep up or tear itself apart. Zac sighed as he rolled his shoulders out, stopping at the door to their room to unlock it. Flynn was still asleep as Zac quickly entered their room to grab a towel and his shower supplies. Zac tried to keep quiet.

Zac showered quickly, washing his hair, brushing his teeth, thoroughly giving himself a scrub, and trying not to use up too much hot water. After all, the boys shared a water heater. It was only common courtesy. By the time he'd made it back to his room, Flynn wasn't there. "Guess he's off to get breakfast or something." Zac muttered to himself. He got dressed in his green and gold, Legend of Zelda t-shirt, some well-fitting jeans, a pair of white vans and ankle socks, and a grey hoodie. After all, it was only Sunday. No reason to be fancy just yet. After that, Zac made his way to the kitchen, ravenously hungry. He saw some kids he knew, and some he didn't. However, noticing Flynn and Atheya, the other superlatives in his year, he waved. "Morning! I take it the milk is gone? No cereal or coffee either? Call it a hunch." Zac smirked.

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"It is six in the morning and there is nothing to do!" Stephanos exclaimed as he threw a small glass figurine at the wall. He didn't really mind who heard him. It was a way of getting rid of boredom, by making glass figures. This goes back to when he was a pre-teen. When he got a hold of his powers more, everytime he would get bored, he would make little figures made out of glass. Of course, with time they have gotten better looking than before. In a way you could call Stephanos an sculptist. Anyway, Stephanos thought it was ready for a shower. He went in, fully knowing that the water heater was shared by all the boys, using up most of the hot water. It soothed his pores; something he always loved when taking a shower. He got out and changed into form fitting black jeans. A yellow shirt with greek symbols that read "Work Hard, Get Great Results" Probably one of his favorite shirts. He then threw on a black zip-up hoodie over the shirt. He finished by putting on a pair of blue-gray shoes that he wore always.

He left his room realizing that school starts again tomorrow. He didn't like the idea he had to go to school with some of these kids that don't work hard to be here. He majorly respects the hard workers who actually give a damn and earned their right to attend this institution. He walked down the hallway and noticed a noise coming from the adjacent hallway down the hall. The noise sounded menacing. "Really? An attack? On a sunday morning? Must be some bratty new bloods" Stephanos said as he approached the hallway. Taking a quick glance down the hall, he noticed this guy jumping up and down with a lot of power. Stephanos was shocked when he saw who it was. He couldn't believe that a superlative student was wasting his time doing such childlike things. He cursed his behavior and looked the other way.

Stephanos reached the kitchen, and to his surprise he saw almost all the kids in there already. He didn't say anything though, he was there to grab a can of pineapple slices. He approached the first fridge and saw no pineapples. This was freaking him out, because if he didn't eat some soon, he'll start getting noticeably weaker as the day goes. He reached the last fridge and hoped that he would find some. He rummaged through to find a can on the bottom shelf with his name on it. He took it, feeling pleased and satisfied. He grabbed a spoon and went to sit at one of the empty tables. He ate joyously, watching the people he was forced to call classmates. Not all of them were bad, but there were some that where in that very room that don't deserve to be here. He glanced over at Xavier and Adelina, kids that are in his class. He didn't mind them, since they both worked hard. He did thought however that one tried too much and the other one didn't give a damn respectively. He had no problem with them, and since his former friends were kicked out for unexplainable reasons, he needed a group to be a part of. Stephanos sat there for a while, alone with a now empty can of pineapple, thinking back at the times his old friends were here.

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Jane opened her eyes with difficulty, she wasn't quite what one would call a morning person. She stretched in her bed almost as if she was a feline and then hid her face under the sheets. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was naked underneath the sheets, 'not again' the young girl muttered in annoyance. It had been the third time that month in which she had somehow shifted as she fell asleep, she immediately turned to see if her roommate was around; as soon as she thought she was safe she stood up and grabbed her sheets to cover herself.

She rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower upon looking the hour, it was already getting late and she hadn't eaten anything yet. For what was worse, shifting always made her hungry which did not help her case whatsoever. She got ready as quick as she could a beautiful red rose to her hair being the last piece of her outfit, she applied make up not taking too long and finally she walked down the hallway of the girl's dorms and headed towards the kitchen. As soon as she saw four students already there she felt a bit intimidated; she wasn't one to handle the crowds, even one as small as this one. She immediately recognized her roommate, and had they been close she would have managed to gather some courage to say good morning.

Still, her stomach growled at her and was starting to hurt a bit. Trying her best not to stare at anyone directly she quickly headed towards one of the cabinets hoping there would be some canned fruits. Much to her luck she had managed to find one of the last fruit cocktails, she smiled a bit at the gaze of the canned delish. It didn't take much to impress Jane and that simple can was enough to get her pumped up, even if it was a Sunday morning. She looked through one of the kitchen drawers and luckily enough found a can oppener, another succes she thought being pleased with herself. She quickly opened the can, her stomach hurrying her to eat already.

Finally, she thew the silvery top of the can in the trash; being careful enough not to cut herself and snagged a fork from another kitchen drawer. Once she was satisfied at her breakfast she planned to move towards the drawing room, she was almost sure that nobody else would be there but. Before she did though, she opened her cellphone to check her messages and her voicemail. Nothing. Nada. Jane couldn't help but to let out a sigh in resignation, her mother was still not talking to her. Ever since she joined the school it was as if she had abandoned her, as if she had somehow betrayed her trust... as if it was her fault she had her special abilities.

She shook her head not wanting to let it bother her as much as it usually did, somehow she remembered her place in the institute... she was a New Blood student. Being New Blood annoyed the little girl more than she would let it show which made her more anxious to climb her way up and learn more of what she could do. Looking at her cellphone she remembered her mentor Atheya, she had been kind enough to tutor her and help her with her abilities, she looked through her phone and immediately stopped at the sight of her name. She typed at a fast speed and finally hit the send button.

"Good morning Atheya. I hope you had a good night sleep.
I was wondering if you're not too busy today do you think we could practice a little more what you taught me last time? I understand if you're busy though~"


Pleased with her message, Jane continue eating her breakfast and hoped that Atheya would agree to help her for the day. She knew it was Sunday and that it would probably be bothersome for the Superlative student but truly hoped she'd be available. Jane had nowhere else to go for the rest of the day, thankfully she hadn't gotten the Sunday shift for her part time job, and she hadn't made any other plans. Besides, Jane had managed to get a present for Atheya for all the trouble she had made her go through and hoped she could surprise her if they meet at all that day.


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Atheya was standing there, lost in her own head, in the middle of making a mental checklist of what to buy, but turned to look at the person who just called her – a familiar friendly face. Grinning she said, “I’m always up early.” She stated with a small laugh, walking up closer to Flynn, one of the other Superlative students. A friend of hers. “Just call me early bird, or girl who doesn’t sleep... or Atheya. Well now I guess I’m just rambling. Really am tired, I suppose.” She said a little sheepishly, shaking her head the slightest bit. She was about to ask him the same question why he was up in the early hours, it was obviously telling he hadn’t just woken up, but she was interrupted by yet another familiar face.

“Good morning to you too,” She grinned at Zac, yet another student who was in the same rank as the two. “How did you know?" She laughed, adding in "You must be a mind reader or something." She thought that was kind of funny. "But yeah, all out of milk and coffee and a couple other things. I was just about to run out, actually.” She said, her evergreen eyes flicking to one of the clocks at the wall, checking the time. It wasn’t actually that long ways away, she would take the school car and it took about ten minutes to get to the market she usually went to. It was a good thing that she spoke French although, saved a lot of time with that card. “Hey,” she said, glancing over at the two once more. “If either of you wants to go with me, I wouldn’t be against it. Might be able to stock up a bit, actually. I’m just going to go grab my list; I should only be a couple minutes. But if you guys have other things to do, that’s fine.” She smiled kindly, slipping away to grab a blank piece of paper that was often stacked oddly on top of one of the fridges in the kitchen. She also made sure to grab a pen as well. Plopping it down on the Island, she told the others in the room, all faces of people she kind of recognized. “Sorry about being low on stuff, especially the coffee. I’m just about to run off and grab some things. If there’s anything you want, write it down,” and rushed off out of the room and back up the stairs.

Walking back down the hall way to her room, she thought back to some of the faces in the room. She wasn’t really particularly familiar with the medial students, and she felt a little bad about that. Some of them had actually been there longer than she had. Atheya came to the Institute around only a year ago. She went through the whole process of being a Newblood, but was obviously advanced through that whole process. She practically skipped her medial years, that some never really come out of. She wasn’t actually the only superlative in the school like that, Zac was as well. It made her feel a little better, actually. Unlike many others, Atheya was, also, sought out by the Institute, having someone come literally get her. This wasn’t necessarily because they wanted her there, but they really just wanted her out of the reach of society, as she did stir up a bit of trouble. She was more advanced through the whole time she knew she had her powers, only because she could never turn whatever it was off. It was always progressing. Not only until she came to the Institute actually would she be allowed to figure out how to power off the mind links. But, there are some things she would never figure out how to do. It was more or less side effect, physical reactions to her head. She would get headaches a lot of the day, and had Advil hidden in any nook and cranny within the old building.

Opening up the door to her room quietly, she glanced in, still seeing her roommate Olivia asleep. She didn’t want to bother the girl by waking her up; afraid she might have already heard Atheya when she had a bit of a topple in the morning over her beloved guitar. Grabbing off the lounge chair in the corner her blue coat, she slipped it on. Grabbing a sticky note from the desk, she wrote a quick note, reading Morning! There’s not a lot of supplies in the kitchen, I’ve run out to grab some although and signed her name on the bottom, leaving it sticking to the door. Walking out of the room, she closed the door softly, letting go of the doorknob after she heard the small click.

Making her way quickly back down the steps, she stopped on the last one as she felt a small buzz and a jingle come from inside her pocket; her cell phone. Taking it out, she opened the new text message from Jane, and read. She began typing back a message, simultaneously as she began walking back into the kitchen to grab the list. Stopping at the entrance way, she glanced up and saw Jane, and slipped the phone back inside the pocket. Walking up to her, she gave a friendly smile. “Jane! Morning to you. I got your text and sure, we can work on it a bit more, I had nothing I was going to do today.” She spoke, her British tone adding in the extra charisma she always seemed to carry around with her. She liked Jane, she was a sweet kid and she actually enjoyed mentoring the New Blood quite a bit. Walking back over and around the Island, she grabbed the list and said “Any last things you guys want?”

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Olivia stirred in bed as the a loud hollow thump invaded the silence. She opened one eye, and deciding not to investigate the noise, she fell back asleep. The next time she woke up, it was to the annoying blare of her alarm clock. Lazily reaching out from her the covers, she pawed around her nightstand until her fingers met her clock, and she turned the alarm off. She sat up in bed as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked around for a moment, wondering where Atheya was. She must've woken up earlier than her and left.

Olivia scurried to the bathroom, determined to finish her morning routine as fast as possible so she could get food downstairs before it was gone. She brushed her teeth and took a hot shower. Leaving the bathroom, she quickly picked out clothes, not really caring what they were, as long as they natch or looked neat enough. After she put her outfit on, she grabbed her phone and was about to leave. Her eyes noticed the note on the door just as she was about to open it.

Morning! There’s not a lot of supplies in the kitchen, I’ve run out to grab some though

- Atheya


Olivia smiled at the beautiful signature at the bottom before hurried downstairs. She passed through many stone hallways, and down a main stairwell before arriving at the kitchen. There were already many people there, all crowded around the island. It looks like she woke up a little late... Again. She spotted Atheya amidst the people near the island. Guess she hasn't left yet. Olivia made her way to the island. "Morning!" she said brightly. She noticed everyone writing on a piece of paper; it looked to be a grocery list."Pass me the list please?" she asked, and waited till the list got to her. she quickly scribbled down what she wanted, and passed the paper to someone else. Olivia was about to ask Atheya if she could join her, but noticed a lot of people wanting to accompany her, so she changed her mind. It would be a stupid for so many of them to go. She'll just wait for them to get back with the food.

In the meantime, Olivia still needed something to eat. She opened and closed a bunch of cupboards before finding a broken poptart in the corner of one. "Still looks good enough to eat," she thought with a shrug. She nibbled on the poptart as she leaned against the island, passively watching as the others talked and went about their business.

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Good morning to you too,” Atheya grinned at Zac, who smirked right back. “How did you know?" She laughed, adding in at the last second, "You must be a mind reader or something." Zac laughed, hand coming up to cover his eyes. He had to admit, it was clever. After a moment, when he had finished, Zac sniffled, thumbed his nose, and returned his attention to Atheya. "But yeah, all out of milk, coffee, and a couple other things. I was just about to run out, actually.” She said, her evergreen eyes flicking to one of the clocks at the wall, checking the time. Zac liked Atheya. She was kind and attentive. She was a great role model, a good student, and everything he wasn't when it came to being a superlative. It was no wonder she was so universally well liked by the students at Silhouette. During the slight pause in the conversation, Zac took a moment to note everyone in the kitchen. There were a few familiar faces, but it was mostly New Bloods and people he didn't like very much or know very well. Shrugging slightly to himself, Zac turned to his roommate and smiled. "Sleep well? You were up awful early today." Zac only asked because he was a little concerned. He really liked Flynn and simply wanted to make sure he was holding up well.

Hey,” Atheya said, glancing over at the two once more, and getting Zac's attention. “If either of you wants to go with me, I wouldn’t be against it. Might be able to stock up a bit, actually. I’m just going to go grab my list; I should only be a couple minutes. But if you guys have other things to do, that’s fine.” She said, smiling kindly. She slipped away for a moment, to grab a blank piece of paper. It was often stacked haphazardly on top of one of the fridges in the kitchen for one simple purpose: shopping lists. Atheya also made sure to grab a pen as well. Plopping it down on the Island, she raised her voice, making sure everyone could hear her. “Sorry about being low on stuff, especially the coffee. I’m just about to run off and grab some things. If there’s anything you want, write it down,” and rushed off out of the room and back up the stairs, presumably to her dorm to grab her own personal list.

"Well isn't that lovely, how nice of her." Zac said earnestly, turning to his roommate. "I've got a couple of things that I wanted to get, just for our fridge, so if you like, Flynn, why don't you join her? She did ask for your help." Zac said, somewhat smugly, slapping his hand on Flynn's closest shoulder and sending him the subtlest of winks. Smiling at his roommate, then turning towards the center island, Zac got in line. After all, grocery runs were quite the occasion at Silhouette. Once it was his turn, Zac quickly and concisely noted what supplies he wanted, writing down a few staples, things like eggs, carrots, lunch meat, cheese, bread, and the like. Triple checking his memory, Zac nodded at the list, handing the pen to the next person up, and stepping deftly off to the side. Once out of the way, Zac reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out a good chunk of cash, more than enough to pay for the things he wanted, and held onto it, waiting for Atheya to return. After all, while the school picked up groceries for the students, what Zac wanted was just for him, to go in his and Flynn's personal mini-fridge. As such, Zac had to cover them. When Atheya finally returned, Zac smiled at her, and handed her the money for his personal supplies. "This is for my things. After all, the school won't reimburse you for stuff that's just for me. My name's at the top of my little mini-list, which I've circled for you, and if you can't find everything, don't sweat it. As much as going out on a Sunday sounds absolutely lovely, since so many others have volunteered to go with, I think I'll give my spot to Flynn. He's been wanting to go out for a while anyway, and I've got some things to take care of." Zac finished, turning back towards His roommate, and giving him the biggest of smiles. "Lucky you, eh?" Zac asked his roommate. At that, Zac turned away from the rest of his classmates, and approached Olivia, who had just come down to breakfast. He smiled as he walked over to her, and upon reaching her, gestured at the counter she was leaning against asking, "Is this seat taken?"

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“Bobby,” She said, rolling her eyes with a slight laugh, trying to snatch the list back from his grip. “I never get what you want because half the things you say are daft! You can’t just buy Monkeys eye balls at the market. Or anywhere, at that.” She chuckled. “But yeah, come along.” She yawned. I really am tired. She thought to herself for a second, glancing over just as one of the newest New bloods left. She believed his name was Scott.

Glancing down a bit at the smaller girl, she gave a kind smile. “Of course you can come Lace. I would appreciate it actually, not leaving me alone with your roommate.” She chuckled. Lacy was one of the only Medial students she knew a bit about. She was sort of shy and timid, but it made sense with her. Atheya though thought she was kind, and really enjoyed being in the girls company. Atheya wasn’t one for overly loud people anyways.

Glancing over to see who had the list, it was quickly handed back to her by an unfamiliar face. A new blood, most likely. Glancing down to what he had written, she gave a bit of a confused glance at the number at the bottom, but glanced back up as Zac handed her the money. “Nope!” She said, walking over to him and giving it back, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it. I probably will owe you someday for something anyways.” She laughed, looking over at Olivia, and saying almost frantically, “Oh! Sorry If I woke you, I tripped over Watson, I tried to be qui-“

'Oh this god damn bastard new blood, what does he think he’s doing here.'

“Well that was an angry thought.” She mumbled, a serious tone brushing her very hushed voice as she talked to herself. “Excuse me for a second,” She said to the two, walking passed Flynn. She backed up quickly and handed him the list, saying quickly, “Hold on to this for me please,” Before running off.

Sometimes it was impossible not to hear thoughts of some people, no matter how hard she tried. It was also like another side effect. She couldn’t help but hear overly angry thoughts, thoughts filled with so much emotion. Rage was the worst. It really got to her head.

'He’s got no idea what he’s in for, my little brother will just kick his ass. He’s a nobody, so nobody will care how hurt he gets.'

“I know that voice.” She sighed, as she continued to her way to the battle ground on the school. It was a Superlative kid. She remembered him from last year when she herself had only been a New Blood. It was maybe her fourth day there. She was lost down one of the corridors, her stubborn side refusing to give in and ask anyone where she was. That when she was shoved against the wall by that very student. He was a medial at that point. She swore at him, still being her rebellious little self at that point in time, but he just shoved her against the wall, calling her stupid little new blood, who ”can’t do anything but diddle in some ones head” She still remembers the look of shock in his face when she actually became a Superlative student before him. He was really quite new to the rank.

Making her way in sights of the field, she stayed back, just letting the scene play out. It was actually quite impressive, on Scott’s side that is. Glancing over after it was done as the fatigued boy walked away. She groaned as she looked at the Superlative student and his brother, “Shell-shock.”

“Guys, really?She said, an unamused tone lacing her words as she walked up to them. “You both know for a fact New Bloods are allowed anywhere, this is a place of acceptance. This is a place we come to feel accepted because society thinks of us as mutants. If you are as to be immature as to rank yourself higher than others due to these ranks we are given, then you yourself are ranked lower as a person. You shouldn’t need to hold respect for a person that you know not to be weak. You should hold respect for everyone here. especially if you’re a Superlative. It’s petty, and sad.”

The one thing Atheya hated most about this Institute, in itself, was the people who bullied. She thought it was the most ironically hypocritical thing she had seen. They themselves had probably come to the Institute to be accepted, and there they don’t accept others.

“And you know that yes, we either need a teacher or Superlative to ref a fight, but that’s only for training or classes. Not whatever the hell you all were doing here.” She pointed out. “And Shell-Shock,” She said, eye brow raised as she turned to look at the Medial. “They call you that because you sat and played Call of Duty for twenty four hours straight and started screaming because it frightened you.” With that, she went and turned away, walking back in doors.

Walking back into the kitchen, she saw Mike, just as he was leaving. She ignored it and went to grab a glass of water, leaving before trailing up to the boys dorm wing, easily finding the slow and Sluggish Scott. “Oy!” She called over, rushing a bit and grabbing his arm, putting it around her shoulder to support him, not wanting the kid to fall. “Drink the water, it’ll help with energy.” Keeping him balanced as he continued walking to his room, she stopped as she saw the door, with a sign reading “Xavier and Scott.” Moving away from him, she felt confident enough he would balance himself and not fall over as soon as he entered his room. “By the way, haven’t seen a power like yours quite yet; pretty sure no one will try to fight with you soon. But, you should work on bumping up your energy. Tips from someone who’s looked up all of them, drink lots of water, do yoga or something, stay active. Lying around is probably the worst thing you could possibly do.” She stated with a smile. “I’m Atheya by the way, but I have to get going, but yeah. Drink water.” She laughed a bit, as she turned around and made her way down the hall, and back into the kitchen where she always seemed to end up.

“To the car.” She said to those of which who were coming with her to the market. She tried to sound enthusiastic, and it came out that way, but with a tad hint of tiredness playing in her voice. She turned away and out the front of the door.

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When Zac mentioned about Flynn's early awakening he replied with the usual "Just this spirit nagging me.. I'll be fine" Truly, he wasn't fine, but he was too stubborn to say anything else.

Flynn zoned out. It was something he did surprisingly often, and it was somewhat of a vice, sometimes he would think he was in one place, and end up a mile away.

"This is for my things. After all, the school won't reimburse you for stuff that's just for me. My name's at the top of my little mini-list, which I've circled for you, and if you can't find everything, don't sweat it. As much as going out on a Sunday sounds absolutely lovely, since so many others have volunteered to go with, I think I'll give my spot to Flynn. He's been wanting to go out for a while anyway, and I've got some things to take care of"

"Lucky you, eh?"

"You lazy shit" Flynn grumbled, although he added a small smirk, letting him know he was joking. Partially, anyway.

He'd never been good at making friends. Those that had stuck around, drawn in by his status above anything else, soon discovered that he was not somebody you’d want to be friends with. The manic spirits that rocked him each day that he was still breathing would have been enough to scare anyone off. However, he knew deep down if he was to survive in that damned world out there, exceptions were going to have to be made, sacrifices given and walls put up to stop others getting too close. I did that anyway, was there really any difference in it at all?

Saying this, he did have a select group of friends- select meaning a grand total of two people. Three if you counted Chandler.

As a child, Flynn had never been lonely. Surrounded constantly by his family, he happily enjoyed their company for eleven fleeting years. Flynn's been at the academy for longer than most , and although he was immersed in magic from age eleven, he only started learning completely at around fifteen.

Of all the things that could be found in France, Flynn found the variety of lemonade to be the most astounding. Citron pressé. Back home, he could only make one flavor and hope it kept cool in his icebox, but here? Strawberry lemonade, blueberry, raspberry, banana, pomegranate. The list seemed endless, and as such, he had made sure to drink a different one with each meal and rate the flavors on a scale of one to twelve. As he inspected the great number of students in the cafeteria, he debated whether or not it would be a good idea to ask the dean to install a drink dispenser in the room. Most of the other students looked like they could use something to cool down; the sharp tang of sweat was in the air, spattering to the floor in droplets or soaking through clothes in patches.

Morning sun-rays slipped through one of the windows, shining almost right on to Flynn. The shadow being came into existence before him. Gently the black cloak rested on the shoulders of the shadow. Torn and tattered, with a hood strung roughly over his face of nothingness like he was almost the embodiment of fear. It swooned as he glided gently over the ground, protecting the tenacity of his movement as he silently floated over to Flynn's side. Often, people wondered why Chandler would need such a billowy, mangey, jet black piece of garment.

"Hey Chandler" Flynn greeted the thing- almost absurdly , as if it was an old friend.

"G'day Flynn" Chandler replied with a thick, stereotypical Australian accent. Flynn didn't know where he got it from- he didn't have much of an Australian accent himself- but every time the shadow opened his mouth, it was somewhat comical. He watched while some of the newer students faces distorted in fear. No wonder, actually, Chandler looked scarily like the grim reaper, save for the skeletal body or unsettlingly large scythe.

“To the car.” He heard Atheya say, and his eyes flashed towards her. He gave Zac a sarcastic shake of the head before asking

"Mind if Chandler comes along? He doesn't bite... Well he can't." This was more for the two students- one a boy and the other a girl- that decided to come shopping "Humans don't really see him. They just think I'm crazy for talking to myself"

"Flynn, by the way" He said to the two other students, by means of introduction.

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Olivia looked up as Atheya smiled at her, and started to say something hurriedly. “Oh! Sorry If I woke you, I tripped over Watson, I tried to be qui-“ Olivia chuckled mid sentence, shaking her head slightly. Between her guitar and Atheya's guitars, there were a lot of them in their room, and knocking one over was bound to happen once in awhile. She also tried to remember which of Atheya's guitars was Watson. She was about to reply by saying it's fine, it didn't disturb her. But, Atheya cut her sentence short and paused. "Hm, must be catching something on her mental radio," she thought. As Atheya slipped the list to Flynn and hurried out, Olivia's eyes trailed curiously after her. "I wonder what it was she heard."

Olivia was pulled out of her thoughts as a voice chimed in with an inquiry. "Is this seat taken?" she smiled at Zac and shook her head. "Of course not." She sidled over a bit to give him more room. She finished the remainder if her poptart and dusted a few crumbs off her fingers. Just then, she felt the island she was leaning on vibrating, and the ground beneath her started shaking. She glanced at Zac, alarmed for a moment. "Do you feel that?"

At first, she thought it could've been an earthquake, but quickly dismissed the idea. It was much more likely that a student caused this. Everyone had a variety of powers, so there were a lot of different things that could happen. The plates and cups clinked lightly as they shook. Then, after a few minutes, it stopped, and everything was still again. Soon after, Atheya walked back in and commanded everyone to the car.

"Well, that was interesting... What do you think that was?" After a pause, she quickly diverted her attention back from the curious incident to Zac. "So, do you have anything have anything exiting planned for today?" she asked, tilting her head.

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Answering Zac's silly question, after all there were no chairs in the immediate vicinity, Olivia smiled at Zac and shook her head. "Of course not." She sidled over a bit to give him more room. Smiling widely, Zac approached the counter. He turned around so as to face away from the counter, and placed his hands at his sides, palms resting on the countertops. Pushing himself up, Zac maneuvered himself to sit on the edge, feet dangling below him. A she finished the remainder of her poptart breakfast, there passed between them a few lax moments of silence. Zac said nothing, for it was quite rude to offer conversation to someone who was unable to reply. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, far from it, it was nice to simply sit and observe, taking in the ambience of the room. Once Olivia had finished her breakfast, Zac turned to face her, so as to offer some form of small talk. However, before Zac could say anything, the island began to vibrate, and the ground shook. There was the sound of an explosion, but muffled, as if it were behind a few doors and around a few hallways. Olivia glanced at Zac, alarmed for a moment. "Do you feel that?" Zac nodded solemnly. "Mhmm, sounds like trouble," he replied.

Zac immediately dismissed the idea of an earthquake or other natural disaster. It was a beautiful day outside, they were on no known fault lines, and the school was much too far away from the ocean. It was much more likely that a student caused this. Everyone had a variety of powers, so there were a lot of different things that could happen, further, it was a Sunday, someone was probably restless. The plates and cups clinked lightly, the chairs and other furniture shook, dust fell from the ceiling as it shook itself off the rafters, but the school remained intact. For a kid, it was pretty impressive, but Zac just shook his head. He chuckled to himself adding softly under his breath, "If we were playing the 'let's smash up the school game,' I would have won a while ago." Then, after a few minutes, it stopped, and everything was still again. Soon after, Atheya walked back in and commanded everyone to the car. For those on their way into town, it was time to go.

Catching Zac's attention, Olivia spoke up. "Well, that was interesting... What do you think that was?" After a pause, she quickly diverted her attention back from the curious incident to Zac. Smiling, and laughing softly to himself, Zac replied, "Probably just a couple of kiddies playing around with their powers, lazy Sundays generally make kids here sleepy or restless. My guess is it's a competition of some sorts, friendly or otherwise." Apparently Olivia had already drawn her own conclusions, or simply didn't care about it anymore, because she changed the subject. "So, do you have anything have anything exciting planned for today?" she asked, tilting her head.

Zac smiled. Hamming it up, and acting quite silly, he replied. "Well, I had some big important superlative duties to take care of, but if a pretty girl like you needed my help with something, such as practice, homework, or the like, I bet I could get out of it." He laughed, the joke wasn't a good one, but it was more of a way to let her know he wasn't at all being serious. "Just kidding, who'd assign me to anything important? I've finished my homework already, so it looks like today is just a good day to relax. I might take a nap later, maybe have an enthusiastic walk about campus, I'm not yet entirely sure myself. However, I do believe that's quite enough about boring old me, what about you? Any plans, activities, errands? Perhaps you've an appointment with some other dashing young man? I'll try not to be jealous." Zac finished with a playful smirk. He liked Olivia, she was smart, funny, and being good friends/roommates with Atheya was more than enough reason to earn his respect.

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As far as adventures go, this one hasn't disappointed. When they told her France was glorious, so many years ago, she'd imagined a plethora of beautiful buildings, enchanting people and fine foods. Despite her vivid daydreams, reality brought with it a magic that her own childish mind never suspected. (From the height of four and a half feet, everything seems grand.) Here, cheeks are flushed with delight and eyelashes flutter, desperate not to miss a single moment. She wished she could suspend every single clock for long enough to capture this fine world, but for now she is stuck with a steadfast amount of time, quickly running out. For each marvel she is more than grateful - She has chosen this fate over dying slowly in her own bed, and enjoy enjoy it she must. The others frown, and she pities them.

Naturally, she is quiet. The occasions in which she keeps company usually leave her with little to say other than the facts that pour from her lips when she is nervous. This morning, she made myself a promise that at breakfast she would test her own bravery. "If it wasn't for cell death in the embryonic stage of development, humans would have webbed fingers," She blurts, and then clamps her hands over her mouth with surprising force.

It takes her a long moment to recollect herself. Finally, she clambers up onto a table, regains her balance, and promises herself that she can do it. "Hi... everybody," She says, wondering how the girl who clambered fearlessly into the highest branches of a tree despite her brittle bones could quiver so easily under the gaze of her students. "My name is Ms Layla- I'm the English teacher- and I think, if you want, maybe... we could just take a moment to wish?" She stumbles on her own words, ever so aware of her tiny posture. Just the other day, a student told her she wasn't aloud in the teachers lounge before realising that she was actually a teacher. She brings out her notepad, her pen, and the empty jar labelled 'wishes'.

"I'd like it very much if you could all make one - before we start- I want to know that everyone is hoping for something." She blinks, surprised at herself, and jumps quickly down from the table, passing the jar.

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"Well, I had some big important superlative duties to take care of, but if a pretty girl like you needed my help with something, such as practice, homework, or the like, I bet I could get out of it." Olivia laughed along with him, and smiled. "Well, I would be very flattered." "Just kidding, who'd assign me to anything important? I've finished my homework already, so it looks like today is just a good day to relax. I might take a nap later, maybe have an enthusiastic walk about campus, I'm not yet entirely sure myself. However, I do believe that's quite enough about boring old me, what about you? Any plans, activities, errands? Perhaps you've an appointment with some other dashing young man? I'll try not to be jealous." This elicited another laugh from Olivia and she leaned her head closer to the counter as she did so.

"Haha, the only dashing young man I have an appointment with is my guitar. I was thinking of practicing a little since I have some spare time." She then remembered the homework she procrastinated on last night, and groaned. "And I just remembered I also have to finish my homework for tomorrow." She pushed herself away from the counter and pointed in the direction of the dorm rooms. "I'll have to get working on that, I'll see you later~"

With a small wave, Olivia left Zac and the kitchen to head upstairs. She entered her room and looked at the unfinished homework on her desk. Grabbing her iPod, she put in her earphones and turned on the music. She picked up her pencil and started scribbling away as the melody of 'Sweater Weather' blasted in her ears.