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Post by Elena Naught on May 14, 2010 23:12:54 GMT -5
The slight breeze caught Elena's hair, making it ripple and dance. When taken together with the blue coloring, the entire effect was very surreal. She smiled before patting her locks back down to their previous position.
"No, humans can't make their own wind," she said. "It's probably for the best, too. Think of all the weathermen who'd go mad with power and try to take over the world."
She struck a dramatic pose.
"Fools!" she said, playing it as over the top as possible. "You are helpless to resist in the face of my Canadian cold front! Muahahaha!"
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 23:13:51 GMT -5
Kitty turned to Desi. "Icarus was a boy in Greek mythology. He and his father made wings out of feathers and wax. Icarus flew too close to the sun and his wings melted, and he fell into the sea and drowned. Aw, hold on, I'm not telling it right," she said, grinning. "I could start from the beginning - with Theseus, and the Minotaur..."
She blinked. Once. "Your house was hit by lightning?"
When Elena did her Dramatic Weatherman impression, she grinned. Yeah, she'd made the right choice, coming in late like this.
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Post by Enamon on May 14, 2010 23:22:16 GMT -5
Enamon stiffened, staring intently at Elena. "Weathermen?" He said carefully, with as emotionless a voice as he could manage. "What are... weathermen?" One of his hands clenched into a fist, electricity running over it as he visibly tried to keep himself calm. There was something incredibly important to this question for him.
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on May 14, 2010 23:28:21 GMT -5
Desi rolled her eyes. "Well, duhhh. They predict the weather. Everybody knows what weathermen are." She turned back to Kitty and said, "Which is funny, because they didn't predict the lighting that hit my house. Well, it was kind of my house. Foster parents, you know, so it was their house, not mine, 'cause I'm a stupid snot-nosed brat and they're the grown-ups. You know what else is funny? The lightning rod didn't help either." She shrugged. "I dunno. Weird things just happen to me."
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Post by Elena Naught on May 14, 2010 23:32:45 GMT -5
"People who try to predict what the weather is going to be like tomorrow." Elena leaned her chin on the seat back and eyed the irritated lightning bolt. "Don't you ever watch the news?"
She eyed the girl who had shouted about her hair become frizzy. "If you ask me, it looks better frizzed," she said casually.
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on May 15, 2010 0:02:06 GMT -5
Desi leaned back against the seat, idly watching the people around her and feeling relatively safe. It seemed that there were going to be a lot of strange people here; but nobody seemed to want to hurt her, and that was always a good thing. She didn't have time to notice how tired her complicated day had made her before she quickly fell asleep, still wondering whether Kitty was going to say anything more about minotaurs.
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Post by Farran Jernigan on May 15, 2010 0:11:00 GMT -5
Farran Jernigan had thus far done his best to remain inconspicuous in a corner, and succeeded quite nicely. Though his coppery hair and red eyes were by no means usual, he seemed to be one of the more normal people in the area.
He shifted, yawned, and spotted something that drew his attention: a red-haired girl with no one next to her, doing the most interesting things with water. Before he could talk himself out of it, Farran got to his feet and managed not to trip on the way to settle into the seat beside her, doing his best to look innocently curious. "Hello?"
((ooc// in the direction of Mellianne, in case it wasn't clear)
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Post by Aelita Selena Auberon on May 15, 2010 0:15:29 GMT -5
Aelita stopped looking delighted. Her eyes changed to a dusky purple. "My hair does /not/ look better frizzed! My daddy puts a shield around me whenever we go for walks that keeps the wind from frizzing it." She turned back to her sulking. She still couldn't quite believe that her daddy had let that awful adviser send her to this ghastly place.
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Post by Mellianne Joss on May 15, 2010 0:20:49 GMT -5
Mellianne took the bottle off her forehead and pulled her glasses out of her pocket quickly, because she couldn't see anything further then a few feet from her clearly, and looked up. There was a boy her age.
"Hello!" She waved at him while trying to place her water bottle in one of her small bags onehanded without looking at it.
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 15, 2010 0:36:19 GMT -5
Kitty shrugged in kind as Des talked. "Heh. Weirdness magnets. Seems like we've all got one, really, but - man! Yours seems pretty strong." As she tried to figure out how to begin the story of Theseus, she noticed that the other girl had fallen asleep. Oh well, she'd tell her later.
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Post by Farran Jernigan on May 15, 2010 0:43:54 GMT -5
"Hello," Farran repeated, and smacked himself in the forehead at his idiocy. "I mean, uh. I'm Farran. ...and there's really not much else introduction-wise to say that you couldn't guess. What's your name?"
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Post by Mellianne Joss on May 15, 2010 0:49:19 GMT -5
The introduction, sounding funny, even though Farran probably didn't mean it that way, caused Mellianne to giggle, then she grinned, trying to show that she wasn't making fun of him. "I'm Mellianne. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
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Post by Farran Jernigan on May 15, 2010 0:56:56 GMT -5
"Heh." The corners of his lips curled upwards into a vaguely sardonic smile. "While I appreciate the sentiment, I'd suggest you reserve that judgment until it's been a while longer. We've only just met, after all; I might yet turn out to be the bane of your existence." But Farran's smile eased a bit, to something a bit more real, suggesting that he probably didn't mean to offend.
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 15, 2010 0:58:21 GMT -5
Michelle retrieved her luggage, giving the werewolf a look of utmost contempt. Noting that the front of the bus seemed to be crowded, she took a seat behind a girl with red hair, leaving her bags in the compartment above.
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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 15, 2010 0:59:39 GMT -5
Mace settled in for the long journey ahead and slowly allowed her eyes to close, despite her rumbling stomach. Perhaps when they got there, food would line the High Table. She'd be able to have her first decent meal in weeks. And with a full stomach in her thoughts, her dreams began to fill with the idea of food.
((Going offline, now))
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Post by Mellianne Joss on May 15, 2010 1:09:27 GMT -5
Mellianne shrugged. "Nah, I already met that. It's called being grounded from caffeine for a few weeks after a long time of drinking it all the time every day a few years ago."
She grinned. "While not my most proud moment of life, it certainly did help me get better at dealing with the withdrawal symptoms when my parents pull the trick again. And with the airplane's no liquids rule. Though the first time, they also grounded me from the pool too, so that may be why the first time was so bad."
((gonna go sleep))
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Post by Farran Jernigan on May 15, 2010 1:14:28 GMT -5
"Oh, dear," Farran said, noncommittal, as he worked on processing what she'd said. Caffeine addiction he could get, but the pool...? That was a little odd to his mind. "I take it you like swimming? A lot?"
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 15, 2010 1:58:44 GMT -5
While she waited for a chance to get a word in, Michelle noticed two twin boys sitting nearby. "Hey guys," she introduced herself, "I'm Michelle, what are your names?"
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 15, 2010 3:01:35 GMT -5
In the seat next to Less, Damien grumbled a bit in his sleep. All the loud noises hadn't been very helpful, and his doze was being disturbed by people climbing over seats around him. The whiff of heat produced by Verin was also slightly distracting. Opening one bleary eye, Damien looked around quietly to see if anything was wrong - but since nothing really bad was happening, he resettled and drifted back to dozing. He had promised not to show his form to anybody, but if the need arose...
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 15, 2010 4:28:43 GMT -5
Taking her nose out of the book, Somariel looked around. It sounded like an interesting conversation had just ended between a boy sparking with electricity and a girl with a cat-eared headband, but she wasn't sure what else had happened. She looked for someone to ask. That was the problem with getting immersed in a good book.
((Is anyone sitting near me? I'm near the front of the bus.))
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Post by Scott Logan on May 15, 2010 7:42:59 GMT -5
"Hey," Scott replied to Michelle. "I'm Scott Logan, this is my twin, Aidan. Pleased to meet you."
"What rank's that?" he asked, gesturing to Michelle's epaulettes.
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Post by Grimfist Firestorm on May 15, 2010 9:34:58 GMT -5
Grimfist took a determined stride onto the bus. He turned to face the other students, his face displaying its usual cold glare. Destiny. His destiny. Lying before him, and everyone else is unaware as usual. Didn't they know?! Didn't they know that one man would be leaving his dark past behind him, to head towards an even darker future?!
He growled, and put on a pair of sunglasses, before choosing a seat in the back. One away from all the pretty young women.
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 15, 2010 9:58:21 GMT -5
"Navy Lieutenant," replied Michelle with a smile, "I flew F-18s until recently. The brass sent me here because I was "frequently insubordinate" and "had no discipline." continued Michelle, forming air quotes with her fingers, "So what if I ignored air traffic control five or six times? I was the best pilot on the carrier! I shouldn't have had to wait to land and it wouldn't have killed the other guys to stay in the holding pattern a little longer!. The fact is," said Michelle, the frustration leaving her voice as quickly as it had come, to be replaced by pride, "I'm admiral material and Washington doesn't want to admit it. So what are you in here for, Scott?"
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 15, 2010 10:08:58 GMT -5
Less Than Beta awoke from a light doze and yawned loudly, exposing teeth that were not at all pointy and in fact looked perfectly human. A long stretch later, which like the previous one narrowly missed hitting Damien, and he was ready for another set of socializing and hopefully no more confrontations. What better person to talk to than the one he didn't know hated him?
He didn't know what an F-18 or a pilot or an admiral was, or for that matter Washington, but surely they had something in common! "I am here to learn," Less said, not even realizing he was interrupting a conversation, or that said interrupting was rude.
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 15, 2010 10:33:17 GMT -5
Michelle sneered at the werewolf and replied, "I wasn't talking to you, I didn't give you permission to join this discussion, and before you even think of approaching me you'd better learn how to dress yourself." She turned back to the twins and smiled, as if nothing had happened.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 15, 2010 10:38:39 GMT -5
Less cocked his head to the side in confusion. "You are the one who came towards me. Why do you say I need to learn to dress? I have clothes on." Just in case, he checked to make sure he was wearing everything properly. Yep, he was. He had even remembered to zip up his jacket. Absently, he pulled at the braids of his bracelet.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on May 15, 2010 11:25:19 GMT -5
The bus ha been driving for a while now, and as it slows down Damien jolts awake, nearly smashing his head into Less. "Oh, we're here?" he muters, and starts to stretch and get up. "Let's see where they're dropping us off."
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Post by Mellianne Joss on May 15, 2010 11:25:48 GMT -5
Mellianne grinned. "Oh I love the water, plus when it happened, it was a month before a big swim-meet I was supposed to be in. Though I did get ungrounded from that after about a week. The caffeine took much longer to get back.
I guess the whole grounding thing might have been that I was having problems sleeping and that I had dark bags under my eyes. However, that was from being so excited about the meet. When the meets are six weeks away, I now help out most of the day on the ranch instead of half so that I can keep my mind off of the incoming meet and can sleep at night."
Then she blinked. "Oops, I'm sorry, I've been talking a great deal. I just get really excited talking about water, even if it involves me not being allowed near it. I see that I'll have to try harder not to do so as much around here."
Then the bus slowed down. "Oh, I'm hoping we're at the school now! I definitely need something to drink besides water." She winked, meaning that she needed caffeine.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 15, 2010 11:33:54 GMT -5
"We're there? Don't buses have different stops, though?" Less sat up straighter, unable to stop showing his excitement. He peered up at the front of the bus, hoping to catch a glimpse of the school. Unfortunately, he had no idea what the Academy was supposed to look like, so that building he saw could have been anything.
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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on May 15, 2010 11:38:29 GMT -5
Kahlen, who had been content to listen to the conversations around her, heard Less' comment. She turned to the back of the bus and addressed him. "I don't know. I thought the bus was supposed to wait until all of the students were on. Maybe there are different stops for some of the students?"
Her legs were cramped again. Kahlen stood up and stretched, wobbling a bit. She avoided elbowing Ada in the face, but ended up tangling her MP3 player around her arm.
"I'll sure be glad if this is the stop, though. I'm starved."
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