The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Batman4560 on July 06, 2013, 01:29:28 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 01:29:28 pm</strong>
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				(http://media.cleveland.com/specialreport/photo/9892156-large.jpg) The Shaw Boarding School for the gifted.<br>Dorm Rooms<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://designedtothenines.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/BigIdeas_dorm.jpg</div></div><br>Cafeteria<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.hjhigh.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Cafeteria-Large.jpg</div></div><br>Gym<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.unco.edu/campusrec/images/CRC%20Facility/Large%20Facility%20Pix/Large%20Gym%20L.JPG</div></div>Teachers-&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Students-<br>Dean- Aaron Shaw&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jessica<br>Physics-Samuel Ervin&nbsp; &nbsp; Jacob Crow<br>English-Karen Schmidt&nbsp; Kimmi August<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rayven Hallows<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Penelope Archer<br>Header<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">NAME:<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:<br>TIME OF DAY:<br>LOCATION:<br>TAGGING: </code></pre><br>After the X-men wen't their separate ways one year ago following the death of Jean Grey and Professor Xavier, the Inner Circle of the Hell fire Club decided the time was right to start accepting new members. They took in students much like Xavier did but taught them to use their gifts for crime. However the son of Sebastian Shaw, Arron Shaw saw the importance of a school that could help others make a difference in the world and founded his own school with former X-men member Gambit. Now the School is poised to strike at the Inner Circle and stop the crimes being committed by his father and others like him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 01:48:27 pm</strong>
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				Samuel sighed and finally slumped on his couch. While he was grateful that the Academy had offered his new position as their physics teacher to him, and the opportunity to improve upon his ability and knowledge, he couldn't help but feel a bit of rue for those who thought that it would be prudent to bury him in the vast amount of paperwork that had seemingly appeared in his private dorm almost immediately after accepting the job. While he his mind had no problem with the vast amount of information regarding the rules, and regulations tied with his position, he simply felt that their was no logical reasoning to read each and every student profile in his class, he was here to simply teach and nothing more. He looked around his three roomed living quarters. When he first arrived here, he had been contempt with the slightly cramped rooms that consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, and living room, along with the basic furniture that came with them. But now it seemed that with all the paperwork stacked in every available space, he was getting claustrophobic. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He checked his wrist watch and realized that it was time for lunch. He stood up, stretched, and grabbed his coat. He checked his pocket to make sure he had his phone and dorm keys on hand, then he opened the door and left for the cafe. <br>&nbsp;"Hopefully they'll have pasta, I could go for some" he thought to himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 01:51:33 pm</strong>
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				Karen heaved out a happy little sigh, breaking down the last cardboard box.&nbsp; She turned, holding it, and stared into the spacious closet, filled with clothes.&nbsp; She smiled a bit to herself, reaching up with one hand to push up her glasses.&nbsp; A song flowed from her clunky, old-fashioned CD player flowed through the room softly.&nbsp; She hummed the tune softly, picking up the remainders of the other boxes and hauling them up.&nbsp; She left the room, letting the door shut behind her with a soft click.&nbsp; She continued to hum the tune as she walked through the quiet halls.&nbsp; Once outside, however, she quieted, listening to the birds on the grounds singing.&nbsp; Her smile broadened and she threw the boxes into a dumpster, dusting off her hands afterward.&nbsp; She moved and stood there for a long moment, feeling the warmth of the sun.<br>After months of scrounging and penny pinching to make sure her funds lasted, it was nice to be somewhere where she could relax and be comfortable.<br>And accepted for who and what she was.<br>Her smile slipped and she looked down at the ground, worrying the point of her shoe into the ground.&nbsp; She missed Boston, though.&nbsp; Missed the smiling faces of her students.&nbsp; Missed their eager young minds.&nbsp; Her expression became worried.&nbsp; She had to teach mostly teenagers now.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip.&nbsp; That was so different than young children...could she really handle this?&nbsp; Sighing, she turned and looked up at the building.&nbsp; She had to.&nbsp; Nodding to herself, she went back inside, walking back toward her room to finish setting up her room and get it into suitable shape.&nbsp; Then she could begin setting up lesson plans and reviewing student files.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 02:13:06 pm</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Compared to his small dorm, the rest of the Academy was massive, and Samuel had to admit he was extremely impressed with the design, and the logic behind it. The hallways throughout the building were at least 12 feet in width, most likely to allow students to travel from class to class with out being trapped in slow moving crowds, the ceilings seem to be unnecessarily high though, at what he estimated to be 25 feet into the air. Unless it was designed to allow students that could travel through the air some leeway, or perhaps to distribute the weight through the high,thick walls, Samuel saw no logical reason behind them. He took one last look at the design, and then continued on his way to the cafe. Already he could smell the well-cooked food, causing him to unconsciously lick his lips in anticipation, although he couldn't identify any smells associated with pasta, he could tell that there were at least fifteen different meals to choose from. He turned the corner, and walk ten more feet before making his way through the thick double doors that marked the entrance to the cafe. He stopped by the door and immediately surveyed the room, almost without realizing it. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Several students and teachers had already acquired their food, and had taken seats associated with their positions within the school. It seemed that the left half of the cafe was reserved for staff and faculty, while the right was for students, and possibly school visitors. There were at least four exits that he could see from his location, not including windows. All in all the room looked reasonably secure, and the food delicious, although he couldn't decide on his wanted meal. Eventually he settled on mexican and made his way for the line. He sighed inwardly, he had really been hoping for pasta.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 02:48:48 pm</strong>
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				Jessica stood in front of the massive building, her right hand gripping the backpack slung over her shoulder and her left wheeling a suitcase behind her. This was definitely the place; it looked too much like a school for it not to be. Still, something about the place sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't belong here...she belonged in Washington with her family and friends. Jessica looked back over her shoulder, hoping to see the taxi that had brought her here still waiting; the driver somehow knowing what she felt in her heart. Instead she was greeted by a nearly vacant parking lot. She was stuck here, for better or worse. She sighed and stood her suitcase upright and sat her backpack down on top of it as she unzipped one of the smaller pockets. The young woman pulled out a folded piece of paper, a note from her father and probably the last thing she would see of him for the forseeable future. She already knew the words by heart but it was still comforting to hold it in her hands and read it again. <br><br>"Jess, know that I will always love you and what I have done is for your own good. I've pulled some strings and you'll be going to live in a school of sorts- a school for people with abilities like yours. It'll be safe there. There's people there that can protect you in ways I cannot.&nbsp; Find Aaron Shaw. The school was his idea and he'll know what to do.<br><br>Love, Dad"<br><br>She sighed and folded the note back up, her eyes closing slowly as she fought back her tears. As she pushed the note into her back pocket her sadness was quickly replaced by anger as she outwardly spoke to herself. "Oh yeah? How am I supposed to that, Dad? Excuse me? Are you Aaron Shaw? No? Well, I guess I'll ask one of the other five hundred people here." Jessica snapped up her backpack with a frustrated sigh. "And where do I even go?" She stands around in front of the school with one hand on her hip and another holding her backpack as she glances around the facility, trying to find some sort of registration or welcoming center.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 03:03:16 pm</strong>
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				Karen spent the morning tidying up her rooms from her unpacking, getting everything arranged just-so.&nbsp; When she was satisfied, she smiled and nodded to herself, then turned to a dining chair she had setting in her living room, a tall stack of folders upon it, along with a bunch of loose papers.&nbsp; She hauled them up and moved to the sofa, sitting down and beginning to arrange the folders and papers upon the coffee table, pulling said wooden table closer to the sofa.&nbsp; She stared around for a moment, then bit her lower lip and stood, going over to a leather messenger bag sitting on the floor beside the dining chair.&nbsp; She bent down to it and pulled out a few pens, a highlighter, and a permanent ink marker.&nbsp; Going back to the folders and paperwork, she got to work on developing a lesson outline for the semester, and a lesson plan for the next three weeks.<br>It was when she reached week two of her lesson plan that the gnawing hunger in her stomach could no longer be ignored.&nbsp; With a sigh, she put down her pens, staring.&nbsp; ...She was reluctant to leave it incomplete, especially when she was on a roll with it.&nbsp; But she simply could not focus any longer.&nbsp; With a huff, she stood, stretching, then moved and shut off her CD player.&nbsp; She stared at the clunky piece of junk.&nbsp; It'd been her dearest friend over the past few years.&nbsp; Loyal and true, working despite all the abuse it'd taken.&nbsp; Including the time her ex had thrown it at her.&nbsp; She scowled to herself and shook her head.&nbsp; No thinking about that...man.&nbsp; If you could call him that.<br>She forced a smile on her lips.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Because smiling always made her problems go away.&nbsp; Or at least made them turn tail and run.<br>Well...except for hunger.&nbsp; That was a problem her stomach announced loudly.&nbsp; She couldn't make that go away with a smile.&nbsp; "Alright, alright, I'm going," she murmured, chuckling to herself.&nbsp; She moved and grabbed up the keys to her room, exiting to the corridor and locking up her suite.&nbsp; She then looked around and frowned.&nbsp; ...It was...to the left, correct?&nbsp; Building up courage to explore, and hoping she was heading in the right direction for the cafe/cafeteria, she made her way through the halls.<br>As she walked, she soon found the smells of food drifting through the halls.&nbsp; "Oh, thank God," she murmured, starting to absently follow her nose.&nbsp; It wasn't for a few turns before she noticed that she should be watching where she was going, so she'd be able to find her way without having to smell the food.&nbsp; Starting to take more notice of her surroundings, she continued on, taking note of sculptures and different types of architecture throughout the hallways, all designed to help students and teacher alike to navigate.<br>Finally, a corridor ended, opening up into a large room, filled with people milling about.&nbsp; She surveyed the room, taking notice of the line for food, and the seating arrangements.&nbsp; Nodding to herself, she got into line, eying the menu choices.&nbsp; A southern dish was available; chicken and waffles.&nbsp; Something she had tried during her travels and found that she enjoyed greatly.&nbsp; She smiled to the 'lunch lady' and requested the dish, watching as the woman put it together and pushed the plate towards her.&nbsp; Murmuring a quiet thanks, she turned to find a seat.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed about and landed on a young man on the faculty side of the cafeteria.&nbsp; A very young man, seemingly too young to be a teacher.&nbsp; But if he was on the faculty side, then surely he was a teacher...right?&nbsp; Curious, she moved toward his table and stood in front of it for a moment before managing a soft, "May I sit here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 03:20:17 pm</strong>
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				Samuel looked up from his meal to see a young women asking to sit with him. She was at the age of 25, and he could tell she had just finished writing a large amount of information, due to the way her hand held her plate. Lesson plans no doubt. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He quickly replied "Of course, there are empty chairs here after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 03:33:15 pm</strong>
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				Karen blinked at the quick response, a little unsettled.&nbsp; It was like he'd hardly considered her at all.&nbsp; But maybe that was just who he was.&nbsp; She gave a small smile and took a seat across from him, setting her tray upon the table before scooting in her chair.&nbsp; She picked up her fork and knife, first taking a bite of her food-a bit of chicken and a bit of waffle in one bite-savoring the food as she chewed.&nbsp; When she swallowed, she looked back to him, twisting the fork between her two fingers nervously.&nbsp; "I'm Karen...uh, Karen Schmidt.&nbsp; I'm a new teacher....&nbsp; Uhm, teaching English," she introduced with a small smile.&nbsp; She put down her silverware and moved, tucking a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear before pushing her glasses up, peeking up at the male across from her with shy, stormy-colored hues.&nbsp; "Are you...a teacher or...some other member of the faculty?" she asked curiously.&nbsp; He seemed very young, after all.&nbsp; Yes, she was pretty young herself, but still...he seemed younger.&nbsp; But sharp as a tack, too, from the way he'd taken her in and approved her sitting with him so quickly.&nbsp; Still...maybe he'd just not noticed that students sat on the other side of the cafeteria?&nbsp; It was possible, though...unlikely.
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				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 03:44:02 pm</strong>
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				"Sam, Samuel Ervin, and yes I am a teacher, the new physics teacher to be exact" he sternly replied, before taking another bite of his burrito. He silently took note of her shy demeanor. He pondered if she was like this with everyone she socialized with, or maybe only to people she didn't know. Obviously she was special like him. But what was her ability? <br>&nbsp;He looked at her as she twisted her silverware in her hand, and asked with real curiosity and as friendly as he could, considering her shy demeanor. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"So what's your talent?" he questioned
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				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 03:54:31 pm</strong>
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				Karen about jumped at his stern reply.&nbsp; Eeek.&nbsp; Okay, so the guy didn't like to be questioned.&nbsp; Ducking her head slightly, she picked up her silverware and took another bite of her food, thinking to herself.&nbsp; A physics teacher?&nbsp; So young?&nbsp; He must've been some sort of genius....&nbsp; Or maybe he just had a really strong mind for science....&nbsp; She took another bite, then blinked and looked up, her fork in her mouth as he spoke again, his tone more...relaxed.&nbsp; Almost friendly.&nbsp; And she could definitely pick up the curiosity in his tone.&nbsp; It took her a few seconds to pick up on the actual question, however and she ducked her head again, slowly pulling the fork from her mouth and chewing her food.&nbsp; She swallowed after a long moment, her cheeks lightly flushed.&nbsp; As though she'd been caught doing something wrong.&nbsp; "Fire.&nbsp; I...can spark and control fire.&nbsp; ...To a somewhat lesser degree," she spoke quietly.&nbsp; Her voice was tinted with shame, as though she were going to be judged for it and pushed away.&nbsp; It was what she was used to, even if she knew this environment wasn't about that.&nbsp; Her eyes came up to his for a moment, looking to see his reaction, before she looked away and quickly moved fork and knife, taking another bite of her food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 04:01:53 pm</strong>
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				"So your a pyro, I must say I'm impressed, never met someone like you before." Truly Samuel was intrigued, he never had met a pyro mutant before. His mind demanded that he knew more about her. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"What do you mean to a lesser degree?" he asked quickly, not even letting her reply to his previous statement. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 05:12:04 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: Moving about the school<br>TAGGING: Teachers and Students<br><br>Aaron had alot going on today, from making sure that students were finding their dorms to seeing that the teachers knew who everyone was. It had almost slipped his mind that he would have an assembly today to make sure everyone knew how the school was going to be operated. After all the last thing he wanted was mass panic from both teachers and students on the first day of school. Besides he had his own class to be teaching. Aaron had no idea where "Gambit" was but assumed that the former X-man was out looking for students that would make good future leaders. Slipping on a simple black suit coat over his red button up shirt he headed out the doors of his office to the front doors of the school where he saw a young woman looking on at the building as if she were lost.<br><br>He looked threw his small binder of information witch included pictures of the students and teachers along with their names and age's and cleared this throat before approaching her and speaking. "Greetings Jessica, I am Mr. Shaw...I spoke with you father a few days ago about you coming to stay at the school. All has been paid for up front for the first year and if you do not find the school helps you after a year, you may return home. Of course with a full refund. Now then your room is...." He flipped threw his binder and smiled. "Ah yes right here. The second floor room number two on the left." He then pointed to a window on the second floor and smiled again. "That room right there. You will most likely have a room mate but if she doesn't show then it will be all yours until someone lets you know. Now, if you will excuse me many other students need my help. I will see you at the assembly tonight after dinner." With that he turned and made his way back inside to the cafe.<br><br>Coming to the diner Aaron looked around at all the teachers and students with his cold blue eyes and ran a hand over his growing beard. He was a young man and felt the beard made him seem a bit older than he actually was. Casually he made his way around the area greeting some students and teachers until he arrived at the table Sam and Karen were sitting at. "Thank you both for coming to teach here on such short notice. Your expertise will be greatly valued here I am sure." He said as he sat down next to Karen and shook both their hands. "I am Aaron Shaw. It is great to finally meet you both."
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				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 05:35:52 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin and Aaron Shaw<br><br>Eyes coming up shyly, Karen hardly had time to register Samuel's statement before he was asking his question.&nbsp; Her face colored a crimson hue as her cheeks heated embarrassedly.&nbsp; "Ah...well, I can't manipulate large fires.&nbsp; Like...if a building was on fire, I'd have to separate the flames from one another to extinguish them..." she explained, twirling her fork on her plate.&nbsp; She chewed her lower lip.&nbsp; "Likewise, if I spark too large of a flame, I can lose control of it," she murmured, her head ducking a bit more.<br>She jumped, distracted from her explanation and thoughts, as Aaron sat next to her, her stormy eyes wide as she turned to take him in.&nbsp; Seeing his extended hand, she slowly set down her fork and moved, politely shaking it, biting her lower lip as he introduced himself.&nbsp; "P-pleasure," she stuttered out, trying not to duck her head again in embarrassment for the stutter.&nbsp; ...She was thankful she was better around students.&nbsp; It was just easier to step up and be more confident when she was talking about something she was teaching.&nbsp; "Uhm...thank you for the opportunity to work here," she said quietly, her eyes moving up to Aaron's for a moment before looking away uneasily.
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				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 05:39:50 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics Teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Noon <br>LOCATION: School Cafe<br>TAGGING: Eating and Socializing<br><br>"So this is our Dean of the school, you seem a bit young to run this entire place." Samuel said as he shook Shaw's hand. He meant no insult by his reply to Shaw when he introduced himself, it was merely an observation, he hoped Shaw understood that much. Though he felt that his statement had it's merits. As far as he could observe Shaw was only four years older then he was. His beard did seem to make him older, as well as his vocabulary. Though looks were always misleading. Samuel was pleased that he was here though. It meant he didn't have to track him throughout the large school. Not that he could get lost, he knew the layout of the school like the back if his hand, maybe even better. 
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				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 07:05:49 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: Moving about the school<br>TAGGING: Teachers and Students<br><br>"Indeed, I am only a few years older than you...however my father taught me long ago the value of a good education and how to use what I had to make the best of life. I simply wish to pay it forward and help those in need. I want you both to make sure include to offer your assistance to the students helping to help them hone their powers. They will be tomorrows leaders and need every advantage they can get. Also if you happen to know anyone that could benefit from this place call them and let them know about it." Turning his attention to Karen he spoke again. "I should be thanking you for coming to teach here. Both of you represent some of the best minds our Country has to offer. If you find the food here is not to your liking I have a private kitchen in the basement you are more than welcome to you...If you need me I will be roaming around the halls helping the students. Take care." He spoke while getting up and heading out the doors to the north.
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				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 07:16:17 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> School Entrance<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> (n/a)<br><br>Jake slipped out of the cab, looked up at the impressive walls of the school and stretched a little. He was still a little stiff from the plane ride. He drew a deep breath of the air which was interrupted by the cab driver requesting payment. He paid the driver, put his earbuds back in, grabbed his single oversized duffle-bag, and slowly began making his way toward the school entrance.<br><br>Once inside, he began taking notice of all the other students going about their separate ways. The smell of food told him lunch was being served somewhere. That was a welcome surprise he hadn't considered.<br>He kept his head down, not really making eye contact with anyone, and immediately headed up to the second floor, assuming his room would be somewhere upstairs.<br>Eventually finding it, he opened the door and stood in front of it, looking inside. It was clean, simple, and exactly what he needed. Not wanting to miss out on nourishment, he unloaded the duffle-bag onto the crisp bed, adjusted his hoody, and made his way back downstairs.<br><br>It was easy enough finding the café; just follow the scent of food and the sound of people. He looked around, got in line, and grabbed whatever looked like it might be even remotely organic. Once he had his food, he put an apple in his mouth, holding it with his teeth, turned, and glanced around the room. Spotting a relatively empty section at the opposite side of the room, he made his way there.<br><br>He spotted who he recognized as the Dean, Aaron Shaw, enter the cafe, and make his way around the room, greeting faculty and students alike as he went. "`Seems friendly enough," Jake thought to himself, and continued his meal.</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 07:18:51 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: School Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Socializing with Karen Schmidt <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel nodded to Shaw's reply, and watched as he stood up to leave and left the cafe, then he returned his attention to Karen. He thought for a moment of their previous conversation, then created an assessment of her ability. <br>&nbsp; Well, I'm sure with practice you could control much larger fires. Even create streams of flames and fly." He said with what he thought as a friendly tone. "Now if you excuse me, I have to read up on those student profiles, god knows it'll take me half an hour at least." With that he got up from the table, through his tray in the nearest trash bin, and left the cafeteria. And now that he thought about it, maybe reading those profiles will come in handy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 07:29:02 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin (exiting) and Aaron Shaw (exiting)<br><br>Karen shifted uncomfortably, her eyes cast down.&nbsp; She hardly thought she was one of the best minds the country had to offer, but she would do her best to educate her students, and help them hone their given abilities in her spare time.&nbsp; Looking up with mild surprise at the mention of a private kitchen in the basement, she nodded, grateful for the invitation.&nbsp; She did like the relaxation cooking offered from time to time.<br>Watching as the Dean bid his goodbyes and left, she turned back to her lunch companion.&nbsp; She took another bite of her food and nearly choked on it with his suggestion of...creating streams of flames.&nbsp; ...And flying?&nbsp; Such things would be....&nbsp; She swallowed the food in her mouth, shaking her head, took a drink of water.&nbsp; "Oh, no, I don't think I could manage that," she murmured, though she wasn't sure she was heard, as the next moment, the teen was saying something about reading student profiles.&nbsp; She gaped up at him.&nbsp; Half an hour?&nbsp; For all of his student profiles?&nbsp; She watched him go, stormy eyes following him in wonderment.&nbsp; He must be some sort of speed reader.&nbsp; Looking down at the other half of her plate, she focused on finishing her food.&nbsp; When done, she stood and moved to the tray deposit line and set her tray down, then moved and exited the cafeteria.&nbsp; She smiled to herself.&nbsp; Time to get back to her lesson plans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 08:35:32 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Half an hour later, and with only 50 students out of 450 profiles left, Samuel took a break, he plopped onto his couch, pulled out his phone and searched for any new information he could learn. Within few moments, he discovered a study on mutants with the ability to conjure and control fire. "How interesting" he mumbled to himself. He read the whole thirty page article within a few minutes. Putting his phone up, he walked outside his dorm, and out into the courtyard. Once there he reflected on the information he just learned. According to the U.S National Mutant Registry public records, Mutant pyros usually had trouble using their powers if they didn't have an aggressive attitude, meaning they just didn't have enough spark, no pun intended. He thought back to the English teacher, Karen Schmidt, he laughed to himself, not having an aggressive attitude would be an understatement for her. In fact she seemed a bit mousy. "Ah well enough of that, time I get back to my profiles." he thought with a bit of rue. But before he could head back to his quarters the overhead speakers kicked on and he heard a computerized voice a moment later. "Attention to all students and faculty, we are having a an assembly in fifteen minutes, I repeat we are having an assembly in fifteen minutes in the gymnasium." He heard a click as the speakers shut off, followed by several students and teachers making their way for the gym. Samuel soon did the same. <br>"An assembly huh? Well at least there won't be any paperwork in the gym." he chuckled to himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 08:47:32 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon-thirty o'clock<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Outside Cafeteria Hallway<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Despite having the music blaring in his ears while he ate, Jake hears the announcement. Finished with his meal, he sucked down the last bit of his smoothie, tossed his tray, and indiscriminately made his way out of the cafeteria.<br><br>No doubt distracted, he all but ran into one of the new instructors, Mrs. Schmidt, in the hall just outside. He quickly pulled the earbuds out of his head revealing the melodic death-metal he was listening to that now quietly trickled their tune from around his chest.<br>"Oh, sorry. ...Hey, you're Mrs. Schmidt, right...? I think I have you for English. Sorry for almost running into you. I wasn't paying attention."<br>He ran his fingers thru his bone-straight, dark hair, which essentially accomplished nothing as it fell right back in the same place it was before. Then he continued in his low, almost weak-sounding voice...<br>"But actually, while I have you here, can I ask you a quick question? I didn't get a list of required reading for the class, and I was just wondering if you could let me know if there was anything we might be going through first so I could get started on it..."</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 09:45:12 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Shortly after noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside Cafeteria Hallway<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow<br><br>As she stepped out of the cafeteria into the hallway, Karen halted as the speakers crackled to life, and listened to the announcment.&nbsp; An assembly?&nbsp; So soon after lunch...?&nbsp; Odd, but understandable.&nbsp; Student and faculty alike would be alert and attenti--.<br>Karen stumbled a step as she was bumped into and turned, looking to make sure the other party was alright.&nbsp; She listened as the young male spoke and gave a small smile, her stormy eyes seeming to brighten a bit.&nbsp; This young man was polite, and she appreciated that.&nbsp; "Oh, no need to apologize, dear.&nbsp; I really shouldn't have been stopped in the hallway," she said.&nbsp; "But yes, I'm Miss Schmidt," she spoke, correcting the prefix on her name.&nbsp; She was, after all, unmarried.&nbsp; She blinked at his question and a sheepish look crawled onto her face.&nbsp; "My apologies that you haven't yet received a reading list, dear," she said.&nbsp; She frowned inwardly, wishing she had read her student manifest and files first now, so that she could identify the teen.&nbsp; "I actually only arrived a couple of days ago and am working on lesson plans for our class right now.&nbsp; However, I can tell you that the first book we'll be going over will be The Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns.&nbsp; Don't worry about providing your own copy, though...I ordered the book, and it arrived this morning.&nbsp; Everyone will have a copy to use while we're going over it," she said, tilting her head slightly as she spoke.&nbsp; "Also, I'll have a student syllabus and a tentative schedule and reading list ready by tomorrow morning, before class meets," she assured him with a warm smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 10:48:05 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noonish<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Outside Cafeteria Hallway<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake smiled a little as she promised to have syllabus and schedule ready by morning, feeling like she was talking to herself more than she was him at that point.<br>Then he smiled a little more after saying, "Sorry... <span class="bbc_u"><em>Miss</em></span> Schmidt."<br>"Cold...Sassy Tree. Got it."<br>He turned to walk away, replacing the earbuds in his ears as though he needed them in order to be able to continue on.<br><br>As he began walking away, he turned back to say, "Oh, and I'm Jake by the way. Jake Crow." Another slight smile, and he walked away...</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2013, 11:55:13 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Shortly after noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Heading for the Gymnasium<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow (exiting)<br><br>Karen watched the teen with a warm smile as he spoke, nodding in confirmation as he spoke the book title.&nbsp; She watched with a little interest as he put in his ear buds.&nbsp; He probably was one of those teens that tended to use music to focus their thoughts....&nbsp; Vaguely, she tucked away an idea of letting students listen to music during quiet reading times in class in the corner of her mind for later consideration.&nbsp; She gave a slight nod to him as he turned to leave and then halted as she was about to continue on her path as he turned and spoke his name.&nbsp; Jake Crow.&nbsp; She tucked the name away into her mind, along with a mental picture of the teen, smiling back at him and watching him go for a moment.&nbsp; After a moment had passed, she came back to herself and looked around.&nbsp; ...Now which way was the gymnasium...?&nbsp; She took a step one way, then halted and looked at the flow of students and faculty, biting her lower lip as she slowly began to trickle after them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:00:30 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Little after noon<br>LOCATION: Outside gym hallway<br>TAGGING: Heading for assembly <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel understood why the school was so large, but it didn't mean he had to like it. It had taken almost fifteen minutes to reach the gym, and his feet were killing him. He mentally noted to go buy of pair of soles for his shoes. He looked around the hallway as hundreds of students and staff made their way into the gym. He was just about to enter himself, when he noticed a student, most likely seventeen years old, was walking straight towards the wall and not the door, seemingly unaware of the matter. Samuel quickly walked through the crowd and grabbed the young man by the color and yanked him around to his face. The teen, pulled out his earbuds, annoyed no doubt, but before he could say anything, Samuel sternly scolded him.<br>&nbsp;"Do you have any idea where you walking?" he sternly said as he stared at the boy. Whom he recognized as Jacob Crow, one of his students. "And why do you have those earbuds in Jacob, they are nothing but a distraction." Samuel simply couldn't understand why anyone would deprive their ability to be aware of their environment to listen to music, which was just noise to Samuel. Truly puzzling indeed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:25:19 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Shortly after noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Gymnasium Entrance<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Taken aback, but not off-guard, Jake first looked at the other boy puzzled, then smiled a little as he continued to be scolded.<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">{oc: The kid actually has a fairly high Intuition...}</span><br>When the other boy was through, Jake said, "Yes, I do have an idea where I'm walking. I'm walking toward <em>that </em> wall to sit and wait for all the seats in the back to fill up so I can take one in the front."<br>Then, indicating the earbuds now dangling from his neck, "And I have <span class="bbc_u">these</span> in my ears because I'm listening to the audiobook of Cool Sassy Tree by Oliver Burns for class tomorrow," getting the author's name wrong.<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">{oc: Hey, I said he's intuitive. That doesn't mean he's intelligent...}&nbsp; :P</span><br>After a beat, Jake began collecting his earbuds and tucking them away, and said, "So you clearly know my name... What's yours?"</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:35:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel carefully listened to the other boy's reply. Then turned and look at the wall, his mind seeing the logic behind Jake's statement. But he wasn't about to back down from the earbud situation. He turned back to the boy. <br>&nbsp;"You mean Cool Sassy Tree by Olive Ann burns, in which the plot follows the life of a 14-year-old boy named Will Tweedy, and explores themes such as religion, death, and social taboos?" he asked quickly and mechanically, remembering the book from when he first read it in 1998. "And my name is Samuel Ervin" he quickly added after hearing the boy ask him for his name. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:36:43 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: 12:30 PM<br>LOCATION:Gym<br>TAGGING: Teachers and Students<br><br>As the teachers and students filled the gym Aaron stood at a podium witch rested at the end of the gym between both sets of bleachers. It gave the perfect view of him. The podium itself was raised so that everyone would be on nearly the same eye level as he was and had a massive set of speakers on both sides to assure he was heard. Once the area was filled and he was sure that even those still standing outside could hear him he started his small speech. "Greetings faculty and Students, my name is Aaron Shaw, the Dean of this school. As I am sure many of you have noticed....I am not much older or younger than many of you. While founding this school I wanted to make sure you all had the best possible advantages I could offer you. To the students, if you have any problems be it homework, handling your powers or if you just want someone to talk to, my door is open at all times of the day and night. I want you to feel like you can trust me. To the teachers, treat your students with respect and understanding, offer your help to them and be leaders...but understand that the students live here and as such they should feel like they are at home unless in your classroom. So if you see a student with ear buds in while moving around the halls. That is no reason to stop the student and berate them. Let them enjoy the stay, their families have payed a lot of money to make sure they have the best while at this school. Students, the second and third floor are all rooms for you, enjoy them. The gym's, the rec. Rooms, the dorms and everything else. The classes are at the ground level floor, the teachers dorms are spread out among the first and fourth floor and please the basement is off limits unless a teacher asks you to be there. That is all, your classes start at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning, the rest of the day is yours please use the time wisely. Have a good one." After speaking he took a few steps down the podium and walked out the front doors and waited in the main lobby to greet any late comer to the school. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:51:18 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake looked at Samuel, astounded. Then, after his book description, "Hey, <span class="bbc_u">spoilers</span>!"<br>Then shook his head, "Waitaminute, you mean Samuel Ervin the <em>Physics </em> Instructor?!?"<br>Then, upon hearing Dean Shaw begin speaking, he ended, "It sounds like they're starting. We better get in there..."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 01:00:17 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student w/earbuds<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> 12:30pm<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Gym<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">During Shaw's speech, at "earbuds", Jake throws an exaggerated look directly at Mr. Ervin, holds up an earbud in each hand, and plugs them into his ears with a flourish...<br>...Then pulls them back out again, smiling and shaking his head as if to say, "I'm just funnin' ya."&nbsp; :P</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 01:01:11 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Afternoonish<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Heading for her suite<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; None presently<br><br>Karen had managed to find the gymnasium by following the flow of moving bodies.&nbsp; She sat and listened quietly to the speech the Dean gave, smiling a bit.&nbsp; He seemed like a truly kind man.&nbsp; And that was good quality for the leader of such a school as this.&nbsp; Listening as he went about the speech, she thought it curious that he mentioned earbuds...and she thought to Jake for a moment, before tucking him back into the corners of her mind and continuing to listen.&nbsp; Finally, the speech was done and Aaron left the podium.&nbsp; Students began to talk once again as they left the gymnasium and Karen slowly followed the flow out.&nbsp; Once outside, she looked up at the sky, just staring at the beautiful day for a long moment...and then looking down.&nbsp; She didn't have time for this.&nbsp; She had much work to complete before the next day.&nbsp; With that thought in mind, she began to walk back into the main building, turning here and there as she followed the corridors back toward her suite.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 01:06:44 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Shaw's speech entered the earbud phase, he noticed jake put his earbuds in, and then takes them out with a grin on his face. Samuel's face was impassive, which causes Jake to say that he was just kidding. Either way Samuel was somewhat annoyed, but content at the same time. He looked over at Jacob and said "You may be able to do that here, but remember you have my class first thing tomorrow." with a warning tone. He then returned to Shaw's speech. Once it was over he bid Jacob farewell and returned to his quarters. "Being a teacher seemed to be quite fun" he thought with a smile. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 01:29:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon-thirty and change<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Gym, Outside Gym<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Well, the comment about having his class tomorrow quelled Jake's jovial demeanor and left his mouth gaping at the potential consequences of what he had just done. Jake got up off the bleacher and habitually started to put his earbuds back in...but then caught himself, thought better of it, and put them back away. He slowly made his way out of the gym, just falling in line with the flood of students and letting them take him where they may.<br>Once outside, he thought he might head to his room to unpack... But then noticing how nice of a day it was, he decided to remain outside. Unpacking could wait. He found a spot under a nice, shady tree, looked around to make sure Mr. Ervin wasn't looking, then placed his earbuds back in and began to listen to Oliver's story...</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 02:01:08 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Heading into early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Leaving her suite, heading for cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; None presently<br><br>Karen reached her suite and looked around it.&nbsp; Man, she wanted a cup of tea.&nbsp; ...Maybe later that evening, when she came back from dinner, she'd stop by those kitchens in the basement first and fix herself a kettle of hot tea to bring back to her room, so she could enjoy it and relax with her work before the next day.&nbsp; And tomorrow sometime after classes, she would make a run into town and get a mini fridge to store caffeinated beverages in.&nbsp; For now, though, she would do without, she decided.<br>Moving to the sofa, she stared at her lesson plan, reviewing it.&nbsp; It took a good fifteen minutes, but after that, she got back into the flow of the plan, finishing up for the three weeks she wanted to start with.&nbsp; She'd start working on a week each day until she had the semester plan fully completed.&nbsp; Smiling as she finished up the first three weeks, she moved and started outlining the syllabus and tentative schedule and reading list for the students for the next day.<br>By the time she finished and was ready to type up the syllabus and like in the library, the light from outside had dimmed to the early stages of the setting sun.&nbsp; Karen looked at the windows and sighed, standing and stretching.&nbsp; Her stomach growled as she stretched and she blinked, flushing lightly.&nbsp; Seemed it was dinner time.&nbsp; With a sigh, she grabbed up the papers she needed to type from and put them in an empty folder, figuring she would type them up after dinner and print the copies she needed before she came back and reviewed student files for the remainder of the evening.<br>Folder in hand, she walked from the room, locking the door behind her as always, and headed for the cafeteria once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 02:24:55 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Early Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Outside Gym<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> (n/a)<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Will Tweedy's story started out nice enough...but Mr. Ervin's `cliff notes' didn't mention anything about him being chased by baby chicks, did it...?<br>Jake realized he had dozed-off. "`Must be what they mean by `jet-lagged'," he thought.<br>He got up, did a couple of tai chi moves that could be mistaken as stretches, and started heading back in to the school. "Another smoothie," Jake thought. "Another smoothie'll clear these cobwebs... And then I'll head to a nice quiet place where there's least likely to be other students on orientation day... The <span class="bbc_u">Library</span>.”</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 02:41:54 am</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Heading into early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Leaving the cafeteria, heading for the library<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; None presently<br><br>Reaching the cafeteria safely, Karen looked about, biting her lower lip.&nbsp; After a moment, she ducked her head down and headed for the line.&nbsp; She looked about and chewed her lower lip over the choices, before settling on the casserole they were offering.&nbsp; Taking her plate when it was offered, she thanked the woman that had prepared it and found an empty table, sighing softly as she sat down.&nbsp; As she ate, she went over the syllabus once more, making sure she knew how she wanted to type it up.<br>It didn't take long for her to eat.&nbsp; She'd been hungrier than she'd thought, and her food was gone, almost in the blink of an eye.&nbsp; In fact, she was surprised when she went for an another bite, only for her fork to stab an empty plate.&nbsp; Pulling stormy hues from the paper, she stared at her plate for a moment before looking around with a flush, hoping no one had noticed how she'd distractedly eaten so quickly.&nbsp; Confirming that no one had noticed, she closed up her folder and stood, taking her tray to the deposit line and setting it down.&nbsp; She looked around the room once more, then left the cafeteria.&nbsp; ...She was pretty sure she knew where the library was, as she'd studied the building's map that morning.&nbsp; It was to the right of the cafeteria, she believed.&nbsp; With that, she began making her way, holding her folder close.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 03:01:20 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Earbud Wizard<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Early Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Halls, Library<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> (n/a)<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake wandered around the halls a bit, listening to his speed-metal again (to wake himself up of course...) and sucking on the straw of his smoothie. Eventually, he found his way to the Library. As expected, it was virtually void of students. It immediately got quieter when he entered, and he took a deep breath, enjoying the silence. With the excitement of the day, his head had become more than a little muddled than what he’s used to, and he knew all too well what happens when he didn’t keep his head clear...<br>He walked up to one of the catalog terminals and looked up where Cool Sassy Tree would be located, (<em>Ohhh</em>... Olive <em>Ann </em> Burns...!) and plucked it off the shelf.<br>He found a nice empty cluster of sofas in a far corner with large windows that stretched up to the vaulted ceiling, plopped down in one, and cracked open the book.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 03:14:03 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Library<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow<br><br>Cracking open the door to the library, Karen's eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath.&nbsp; It smelled of books...paper and binding glues....&nbsp; One of her favorite smells, beside the scent of calla lilies.&nbsp; Smiling, she opened her eyes back up and stepped in, quietly closing the door behind her.&nbsp; She looked around the hushed silence of the library and blinked as she spotted, in the far corner of the library, a student.&nbsp; She tilted her head as she recognized Jake, busy with a book.&nbsp; Shifting her folder a bit, she stared curiously for a moment, but then turned, her eyes seeking out the computers.&nbsp; On the opposite side from Jake there stood four terminals, all void of usage at the moment.&nbsp; She gave a tiny smile and headed toward one, sitting down and beginning to navigate it to a document creation program.&nbsp; Soon, the quiet sound of clacking keys filled the air as she worked on the syllabus and other such paperwork for her dear students.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 03:34:19 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Rain God<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Early Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Library<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake was lost in the book, his music, and the taste of his smoothie. (Mostly just the straw.) He hadn't even noticed the arrival of another person nearby.<br>Eventually he looked up, pulled out his earbuds, glanced around, and noticed the light pattering of sprinkling raindrops on the panes of glass behind him and...the English Instructor at one of the computer terminals nearby!<br>Without thinking, he said aloud, "Mrs!-- Er..." Then, whispering for no one's sake but their own as there was no one else present. "<em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Miss Schmidt...</span></em>"<br>"Did I fall asleep again...?" he thought.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 03:43:23 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Library<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow<br><br>As the rain had begun some few moments earlier, Karen had looked up, staring at the darkened sky.&nbsp; She watched for just a moment, thinking.&nbsp; She liked the rain, but only so long as she had an umbrella to stay dry with.&nbsp; Being wet made her...defenseless.&nbsp; It was a shame.&nbsp; Storms were so lovely.&nbsp; Sighing softly, she resumed work.<br>She was just getting really focused back into it when Jake called out to her.&nbsp; She jumped, her eyes wide, and slowly turned to look at him, stormy eyes almost owlish in appearance from their width.&nbsp; She flushed after a second, relaxing and giving a small smile.&nbsp; "Hello, Jake, dear," she spoke quietly.&nbsp; She stood after quickly saving her progress and walked over.&nbsp; "Did you need something?" she asked with a warm smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 03:55:31 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Early Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Library<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake cringed and smiled nervously when he realized he had inadvertently startled Miss Schmidt. Then, not realizing what he was doing, he began recoiling into the sofa he was sitting in, mouth agape, when she stood and began walking over to him.<br>He recomposed himself, adjusted on the sofa, smiled, and whispered, "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ah, no... Just...</span>" He held up the Cool Sassy Tree book and smiled stiffly.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 04:03:30 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: early evening<br>LOCATION: Moving about<br>TAGGING: Teachers and Students<br><br>Shaw spent most of the afternoon directing traffic and helping to make sure that the students were informed of where the classes were and where they could find the supplies needed for the classes they had. After the sun had started to set and the rain picked up Aaron roamed the halls until he saw the strangest thing...two people in the library before school had even started yet. He moved in and saw Jake and Karen conversing among themselves. Walking up to the pair he waved and extended his hand to Jake. "Mr. Crow, I don't believe we have met yet. I am Aaron Shaw. Its a pleasure to meet you. Are you having trouble with anything?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 04:11:35 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Library<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Aaron Shaw<br><br>Karen halted almost a foot away as she noticed Jake seeming to recoil from her, but still kept a warm smile on her face.&nbsp; She watched him as he raised the book and blinked, her eyes scanning over the title.&nbsp; She looked back at Jake with an encouraging smile.&nbsp; "Ah, so you decided to get a head start.&nbsp; That's perfectly alright!&nbsp; Did you have any questions?" she asked.<br>She then looked up as Mr. Shaw was suddenly there, about jumping.&nbsp; She hadn't noticed his entrance, caught up in addressing her student.&nbsp; Her stormy eyes moved from Jake to Mr. Shaw and she watched with quiet interest as he interacted with the student calmly and with such confidence.&nbsp; It was good to see out of the Dean.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 08:30:29 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening <br>LOCATION: Samuels dorm <br>TAGGING: Working <br>&nbsp;For the next several hours after the assembly, Samuel sat on his couch preparing his student lessons, day by day, week by week, month by month. Eventually he had the whole year planned out and ready. It only took two hours to do it. He then moved on to reviewing his student profiles again, from the beginning. When he cam upon Jake's file, he read it very carefully to learn all he could. "DarkForce Generation and Manipulation?" He read on, it seems that Jake like to meditate every morning....if he can? "This could prove useful" he thought aloud. Samuel wasn't the type for revenge or petty grudges, but he did feel it necessary to show Mr. Crow exactly what he was capable of. Noticing the time, Samuel stack his folders neatly on his desk, and began to prepare himself for bed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 09:42:30 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon-Early Evening<br>LOCATION: Room, Gym, then Basement Stairs =P<br>TAGGING: Catching up @.@<br><br>Jessica stared in disbelief at the man in front of her. She didn't expect Shaw to be the very first person she'd run into and she definitely didn't expect him to be as young as he was. People that start private schools are supposed to be old and stuck up with their noses shoved into the air...not guys in their 20s. She follows his outstretched arm as he points out her new room and only gives a quiet nod to show she understands. <br><br>As Mr. Shaw prepares to walk off, Jessica manages a quick "Thank you" before turning back to her suitcase and making her way toward her new room. She spends several minutes dragging her oversized suitcase up the stairs, inwardly wishing that she had been blessed with an ability that was more practical. Her dorm wasn't much, especially if she was going to have to share the space with someone else. She pulled her stuff into the room, setting her backpack down on&nbsp; the bed and inwardly claiming the right side of the room to be her's. She hoisted her suitcase onto the bed as well, preparing to unpack before being interrupted by an announcement. She was half tempted to just ignore it so she could get settled in and rest. Still, it might be something important. <br><br>It wasn't too hard to find the assembly as everyone flocked down the halls toward a single location. Did all these people really have abilities like her? She suspiciously eyed a few of the other teenagers that come close to her, inwardly wondering what they're capable of and whether or not they're dangerous. She didn't like the idea of being surrounded by these people...there was far too much about them she didn't understand.<br><br>Jessica found a sparsely populated area up front. Part of her wanted to mix in with the others and make new friends but her other half kept telling her that she didn't belong here and her father would arrive any day to take her away from all this. She gave her attention to Mr. Shaw as he headed toward his podium and made his introduction to the school. Fairly boring routine stuff, though the part about the basement certainly made her perk up a bit. Something about being told not do something made her want to do it even more. She made a mental note to herself to sneak into the basement later and see what's so "off limits" about it.<br><br>After the assembly, Jessica waited patiently as the rest of the crowd funneled out of the gym before heading back to her room. She told herself she'd get unpacked before investigating the basement but found herself growing more and more anxious as the minutes passed by. "Just a peek wouldn't hurt anything, right?" Jessica smiled slyly to herself and zipped up her nearly emptied suitcase. <br><br>Jessica quietly made her way to the stairs, her eyes darting around and making her look terribly suspicious. She climbed down the steps as quickly as her feet could carry her before getting to the chained off part of the staircase that led into the basement. She smiled to herself, ducking under the chain and ignoring the warning posted on the sign. Unfortunately, she found the door at the bottom of the stairwell to be quite locked. She gave the door a frustrated kick and started thinking to herself. "One of the teachers must have a key, right? I could totally take it from one of them and bring it back before they even noticed." The thought brought another smile to her face. Her ability might not be practical but it sure made getting into trouble a lot easier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 11:41:27 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Early Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Library, Outside Basement Hallway<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Aaron Shaw, Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>At Mr. Shaw's approach, Jake stood up to shake his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, sir. No, no trouble at all, sir. But can you believe this Miss Schmidt...?" He held up his the copy of Cold Sassy Tree. “She's already having me start-in on reading this book and the semester hasn't even started yet! You got yourself a real slave-driver in this one, Mr. Shaw, sir!"<br>Then, getting up to leave, Jake added, "Welp, I better get started if I wanna catch-up on this book before tomorrow's class! It was a pleasure meeting you both!" He started out of the Library, but turned back on his way out, not breaking stride, to smile and wave at Miss Schmidt as if to say, "You're welcome!"<br><br>Upon exiting the Library, Jake put his headphones back on. Smiling at himself for the way he usurped his interaction with the Dean and English Instructor, he went back to wandering the halls for a bit.<br>He found himself in some of the more remote locations of the school, which he appreciated, because they were quieter. He came upon something that should have struck him as odd, but didn't at first. It went something to the effect of: "Ah, that must be the mysterious basement Mr. Shaw referred to as off-limits. Oh, another student. Huh, she’s cute. ...Waitaminute." Then, before Jake realized that he had switched-off his internal monologue, he half-pointed to her and blurted out, "What're you doing at the basement?"<br></span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 11:58:14 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening <br>LOCATION: Samuels dorm <br>TAGGING: Checking on voices outside his dorm <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "I could very well ask you the same question Jacob." Samuel replied in cold tone from behind the student. He had just about gone to bed, when he heard these students outside, and he felt they were somewhat loud. So he went outside to investigate. He looked over at the blond girl standing away by the basement entrance, Jessica wasn't it? Yes he had her 4th period. "Snooping around are we?" He stated with a hint of a grin. But that grin didn't meet his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:16:21 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Early Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Outside Basement<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake suddenly sensed someone coming up behind him and cringed when he heard the voice of Mr. Ervin.<br>“Mr. Ervin…! I’m so glad you’re here! I was just about to head to the basement, when this nice girl (I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name…) was just informing me that the basement is <strong>off-limits</strong>…! Silly me! She says Mr. Shaw announced it during the assembly and everything.” Holding up his earbuds, Jake grimaced. “Musta had my earbuds in or something. But we’re gonna get outta here right now, sir!”<br>Jake gently grabbed the girl by the arm and whisked her away, whispering in her ear, “<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">I know how we can get in there…</span>”<br></span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:23:17 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening <br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Students <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Now not much truly annoyed Samuel, but nothing angered him more than being brushed off by two students, especially ones who were trying to get into restricted areas. He quickly grabbed Jake's arm and held it firm with an iron grip on the boys nerve cluster on his arm. <br>&nbsp;"Now wait one moment, you're not going anywhere, I know a lyer when I hear one Mr.Crow. In case you don't remember, you never had you earbuds in the whole assembly, nor after it ended. In fact you were staring with rapt attention." He calmly stood and waited for the teen's reply. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 12:32:35 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Library<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow (exiting) and Aaron Shaw<br><br>Karen listened as Jake interacted with Aaron and her jaw dropped, her eyes wide as she stared after the teen as he all but skipped around them and ran out.&nbsp; Her left eye gave a twitch as she stared, still gaping.&nbsp; He'd...really just thrown her under the bus like that.&nbsp; After a second, she became aware of Mr. Shaw once more and her mouth snapped shut as she flushed a scarlet hue.&nbsp; "I, uhm," she started, licking her lips.&nbsp; What did she say here?&nbsp; Accuse Jake of lying?&nbsp; ...How childish would that be?&nbsp; But to have his lie accepted by the Dean could be potentially damaging to her reputation with the man!&nbsp; Flustered and frustrated, she stood there for a long silent moment before gathering herself up.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose I shouldn't push my students so hard, should I?" she said with a weak smile, her eyes flitting back to the computer where her documents were awaiting completion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 01:07:07 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside the basement<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica gasped and straightened up when she heard the voice from behind her. She relaxed slightly when she realized it was another student though his comment about her being cute left an uncertain look on her face as she studied him. She starts to reply "I wasn't-" but stops suddenly at the sound of another person descending down toward them. The sight of what would appear be another student makes her roll her eyes as she thinks to herself, "How many people are going to come down here?" Her eyebrow arches up when the other teenager begins scolding them and she looks genuinely confused when the guy with the earbuds calls the other teenager "Mr. Ervin". Was he a teacher? The sudden realization of what was happening makes her eyes go wide, especially when the boy grabs her arm and starts trying to make his exit.<br><br>Her heart jumps when Mr. Ervin stops the pair from leaving. She <em>really</em> didn't want to get in trouble before school even started, especially for something as dumb as being curious about the basement. In a panic, she pulls her arm free and seemingly disappears, at least as far as Mr. Ervin can tell. To the other boy, she's simply rushing away up the stairs. <br><br>She doesn't get far, however. After making it up the first flight of the stairs, she doubles over and clutches at her head. She grits her teeth, a few pained grunts escaping from her as she nearly screams, "What the hell is wrong with him?!" The sheer amount of information flooding her mind from her link with the young teacher was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She ends her link with him without thinking of the consequences and appears at the top of the stairs just as quickly as she had vanished, breathing heavily and holding her head in both hands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 03:40:14 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening <br>LOCATION: outside Basement hallway <br>TAGGING: Jacob Crow and Jessica Reynolds (incapacitated) <br><br>&nbsp;Samuel stood over Jessica as she clutched her head in pain. He knelt down, studieng her, like one would a experiment. "I would advise that you don't do that again, it seems that the link that you established between your mind and mine, is what caused your pain." He said distantly, with out emotion. She didn't seem to notice him. Samuel was intrigued, but he realized that this girl needed help, he looked over at Jacob, who looked shocked at what just happened. "Get the dean, now." He saw that Jacob still didn't move. Samuel stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs. "GO!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 06:53:09 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake found himself frozen at first. Mr. Ervin's bellow snapped him out of it. He turned and ran as fast as he could. The Library. The last place he saw Mr. Shaw was in the Library. <br>He ran toward the Library, but it was empty. Who he did see was Miss Schmidt.<br>"Miss Schmidt! Miss Schmidt! Oh thank god..." :pant: "There's uh... new student..." :pant: "girl... collapsed on the stairs!"</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 07:08:45 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Corridors<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin, and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Karen blinked, having been moving back toward the computer, her attention now being drawn toward Jake.&nbsp; She listened to his words and frowned worriedly, all thoughts of her documents leaving her mind as she came to understand that was a student in apparent need of attention.&nbsp; "Lead the way," she said in a quietly determined voice, following after the teen quickly.<br>Upon coming to the scene, she spotted Samuel crouched in front of the girl on the stairs.&nbsp; She moved and looked at the student who was clutching her head.&nbsp; ...A massive migraine, perhaps?&nbsp; ...Or something else, maybe...one could never be certain.&nbsp; But when it came to head pains, the best thing to do was deprive oxygen.&nbsp; She moved and slid around Samuel, to position herself in front of the girl.&nbsp; "Hey," she spoke quietly.&nbsp; "It's alright...focus on the sound of my voice, okay?&nbsp; I want you to hold your breath, count to fifteen, and let it all out slowly, okay?" she said softly.&nbsp; She'd had a little girl last year that got sudden bad migraines, and had learned how to deal with them.&nbsp; She was hoping that that was what this was...that she was treating this girl correctly.&nbsp; Or that at the very least, starving her of oxygen just a little bit helped ease the pain.&nbsp; She looked up at Samuel as the teen girl would do what was instructed.&nbsp; "Do you know where the medical ward is?&nbsp; Ibuprofen would be helpful, I think," she said, a bit uncertain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 07:21:23 pm</strong>
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				Samuel almost laughed at Karen's question. "I'm afraid Ibuprofen isn't what this girl needs, as you can see this isn't any normal migraine." he looked back at Jessica "She seems to be in a catatonic state at the moment, though she is responsive to your voice, very interesting" his voice drifted off, his mind studying the girl, then realized what he was doing and continued. "But yes the medical ward is nearby." After that Samuel scooped the girl into his arms and head down the hallway towards the infirmary. "I suggest we move quickly, I'd like to explain exactly what just happen but we need to hurry." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 08:10:14 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside the basement<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin, and Karen Schmidt<br><br>Jessica glared up at Mr. Ervin with gritted teeth at first. She hated the way he was looking at her but she couldn't focus enough to do anything other than look back at him, his words drowned out by the mess floating around inside her head. Reaching out and touching someone else's mind was never a simple thing but she had learned to deal with it- to separate her thoughts from those of the others. It was a bit unsettling having the voice of another person popping into her mind on occasion but she's dealt with it enough up to this point to eventually block out the weaker memories. This was something different though. His voice rambled on constantly in her head, half formed thoughts flowing into each other and overlapping as his voice spoke with such speed that it all just became an unintelligible jumbled mess. <br><br>"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" Her hand searched for a place against the wall as she tried to walk away even though she was struggling to hold herself upright. Her mind was doing as it had always done- treating her acquired memories just like her own and filing them away but the sheer volume of incomprehensible thoughts made her head spin as her mind tried desperately to find a place to put it all. It wasn't long before her mind figuratively threw it's hands into the air in defeat; the girl passing out onto the floor and floating between the realm of consciousness and unconsciousness. She barely even registered the woman that spoke to her or the sensation of movement as Mr. Ervin carried her down the hall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 08:27:57 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Corridors<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow (exiting), Samuel Ervin, and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Karen tensed as the girl tried to move away on her own, frowning at Samuel's statement.&nbsp; Well, if he knew what she needed, then why in the hell had he sent for help?&nbsp; She blinked, jumping in surprise as the girl slumped, seemingly unconscious, and frowned worriedly, brushing back her hair gently.&nbsp; And then Samuel had lifted the girl from the floor and was carrying her away.&nbsp; She stared, mouth agape for a moment, before she stood, moving to follow.&nbsp; After a few steps, however, she remembered Jake and halted, turning.&nbsp; "Thank you, Jake, dear.&nbsp; But don't concern yourself, alright?&nbsp; We'll see to it that the young lady is taken care of.&nbsp; Go on to your room, okay?&nbsp; Try to relax...it is the first day of classes tomorrow, after all," she spoke.&nbsp; Watching him go for a second, she then turned and quickly was on Samuel's heels, watching the girl with concern as they made their way to the infirmary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 10:12:22 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION: heading towards infirmary <br>TAGGING: Thinking<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel carried Jessica towards the infirmary without another word, if anyone was trying to speak to him he wouldn't notice. His mind was racing as fast as it could, creating, seeing, and analyzing every factor with the situation. He knew about Jessica's ability, but nothing in her record showed that she could here peoples thoughts. What else was she hiding? Obviously her talent was more than meets the eye. He sighed loudly,he may not be able to find out, considering the girls condition. He was so lost in thought he nearly ran into the infirmaries locked door.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 11:29:21 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Moving about the school<br>TAGGING: Teachers and Students<br><br>The library had cleared out fast and just as fast there was a situation outside. He watched as a young woman was carried down the hall to the doctors office and that made Shaw smile since his students were in good hands. Slowly he walked down the hall after the boy Jake Crow. Coming to the boy he raised his hand. "Mr. Crow, come with me please!" He called out as he drew closer to him. He knew what had happened since he had direct access to his cameras on his phone. Walking to stand beside Jake he showed the boy the video of the library and of him then moving to the basement before being cut off by Samuel. "Now...can you understand why I am a bit upset? It has sound and I have been watching you students all day. I do not tolerate troublemakers here. There are other schools for you if you wish to continue this behavior. While I am a kind man I have no problem enforcing punishment on you for doing something you shouldn't. If I deem you worthy and see a change in attitude then you will be invited to the basement. Do I make myself clear? If I have any more problems from you, Mr. Crow you will regret it." Balling up a fist he slammed it into the wall next to Jakes head and placed a massive hole in it without so much as flinching. "Im glad we could have this talk. I expect you in your dorm studying the book you elected to get a jump start on. If you are that interested in it, you should have an A in your class all year." Pulling his fist out of the wall and brushing it clean of stone that was embedded in his hand he took a deep breath and headed to the front office again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2013, 11:46:00 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Coming in the front doors of the school to find the front office.<br>TAGGING: Being escorted by two officers to make sure she does not run.<br><br>She walked into the school looking around with her two babysitters as she called them following up behind her closely.She walked ahead of them her head down her hood up and she was wearing a pair of baggy camo pants and a black hoodie. She had her hair tied back into a braid and down her back. anyone looking at her would assume she was a boy as the baggy clothes hid any sign she was a female. She walked up to the office the officers looking nervously at her like she would turn around and slash their throats or something. Stupid fucks...what was she gonna do? Code them to death? slash them with her rapier wit? She moved and sat down in the waiting area of the office so her babysitters could find someone to hand her over to. She glares at one of them who backed away from her and she suddenly sat forward"Boo!"The officer whimpered and actually was about to draw his weapon now his hand shaking and reaching for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:04:50 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin, and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>As Samuel stopped short of the Infirmary doors, Karen nearly ran into his back.&nbsp; Blushing, she backed up a step and stared, then moved around him, pushing on the doors.&nbsp; They rattled but didn't budge open.&nbsp; "Oh," she said, flushing once more in embarrassment about her blatant stupidity.&nbsp; Biting her lower lip, she remembered receiving a set of keys, that she had been keeping on her for an emergency.&nbsp; Fishing them out from her back pocket, she started to search through them.&nbsp; They were, blissfully, engraved with letters, detailing what each key was for.&nbsp; Finding the one for the infirmary after a long moment of flipping hurriedly, she quickly inserted the key and unlocked the doors, pushing them open for Samuel to carry the girl in.&nbsp; She flipped on only one set of lights, dimly lighting the room for the sake of the girl's poor head, and moved, watching Samuel.&nbsp; But now she was lost as to what to do exactly.&nbsp; ...She looked around, biting her lower lip.&nbsp; How did they help the poor teenager?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:16:04 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel waited impatiently while Karen flipped through her keys. Finally she opened the door to the infirmary. He walked in and set the girl down on the nearest patient bed, then took a look around the room. On one side of the room sat several chairs, a bookshelf on various medical practices, medicines, and mutations. He quickly walked over too the shelf. He searched for a few seconds until he found the book he wanted. "mental overload,and telepaths." He opened the book, and read through it. For every ten seconds he read five pages. Within a minute he was done and knew exactly what to do. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked at Karen then pointed the nearby refrigerator storing various drugs and other medical devices or applications. " Karen, grab an IV bag and fill it with a 0.9% sodium chloride solution, we need to keep her hydrated." he said mechanically, as if unaware of what he was saying. He then walked out the door. "I'll be right back" he shouted out before turning the corner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:29:24 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Watching Samuel curiously, Karen finally began to understand that, whatever 'talent' he possessed, it obviously made him highly intelligent.&nbsp; Perhaps that was why he seemed so cold at times....&nbsp; She was quiet as he read, allowing him to assimilate information.&nbsp; When he closed the book, she watched as he pointed and gave the order.&nbsp; And then he was gone out the door.&nbsp; "...Point nine of what now?" she murmured, shuffling nervously to the refrigerator.&nbsp; She opened it and stared.&nbsp; He'd said...sodium...something.&nbsp; She licked her lips and looked through the refrigerator.&nbsp; And pulled out a bag labeled sodium chloride.&nbsp; Okay, that sounded right.&nbsp; But she was supposed to dilute this stuff, right?&nbsp; To a...point nine solution.&nbsp; Whimpering, she stared.&nbsp; How did she do that?&nbsp; And did he actually expect her to start an IV??&nbsp; "Oh, gawd," she muttered, looking around.&nbsp; "...Someone...help," she whispered to the room.&nbsp; She had a feeling he'd be very cross if he returned and she was just standing there, holding this...but she didn't know what else to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:51:48 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Evening <br>LOCATION: Roaming hallways <br>TAGGING: Looking for Aaron Crow <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel swore to himself, he was lost, again. He never got lost, he was always knew where he was at all times. But now it seemed that he couldn't keep his sense of direction. He look around the dimly lit hallway, empty, as to be expected at this hour. As much as he hated to admit, the telepathic link with the girl had rattled him as much as her, the only reason he hadn't collapsed was because his mind was used to such mental strain, and had easily coped. In fact he was so rattled, all he could think of was the girl. He wasn't concerned with her well being, as much as her ability. For some strange reason it consumed every thought, every fiber of his mind. He shook his head to clear it. Now where in the hell was shaw!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:21:34 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallways, Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Aaron Shaw, Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake was walking back to his room like a zombie, astounded by what had just happened. “Why did that girl do that…? <em>What </em> did she do?!?” he thought. Part of it was that he didn’t really know what had just happened.<br>Then he was stopped by, “Mr. Shaw!” He followed Shaw at his order, and was about to explain what had happened, but Shaw showed him what happened on his phone before he could speak. So Shaw already knew what happened…<br>But then Shaw started talking as though Jake was the instigator in going to the basement. At first, Jake thought Shaw was in on it, realized that Jake was trying to cover for the girl, and take out the punishment on Jake instead. But then Shaw started getting really angry. Jake was starting to get confuse—<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>CRAK!</strong></span></em></span><br>Did that just happen!?! Did Mr. Shaw <em>actually </em> just put his fist through the wall?!?<br>Jake was actually almost caught off-guard by this, but he was more shocked that Shaw would do such a thing rather than the fist nearly missing his face. Jake just stood there for a moment with his mouth agape.<br>Then, after a beat, Jake closed his mouth, inhaled deeply, and calmly stated, “I understand, Mr. Shaw. I apologize. And it won’t happen again.”<br>Jake got outta there as quickly as he possibly could, and headed back to the infirmary.<br><br>Walking in, he overheard Ervin barking orders to someone, then saw him leave. He looked distracted, and didn’t seem to notice Jake standing in the wings. Jake entered the infirmary and saw Miss Schmidt franticly moving about, looking very confused. “I can administer the IV if you’d like, Miss Schmidt…” Jake offered, morosely.<br></span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:49:50 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Karen jumped and the bag slipped from her hands.&nbsp; She fumbled for a moment before catching it and turned, looking at Jake.&nbsp; When had he gotten there?&nbsp; She licked her lips and looked down at the bag, then back up at him.&nbsp; "Are...are you sure you know how to do so properly?" she asked quietly, worry in her voice as her eyes went to the girl.&nbsp; She didn't want something to go wrong and for it to make the poor dear worse.&nbsp; She looked back at Jake.&nbsp; "...Mr. Ervin said to use a .9% solution..." she informed him, slowly holding the bag to Jake, hoping he was indeed skilled enough to be doing this.&nbsp; Because she certainly wasn't.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:02:27 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake held out his hand when Miss Schmidt jumped as though indicating to a small animal that he meant no harm. Still sounding a little low, he replied, “I took chem’ last year, and I got my Medicine merit-badge when I was in Scouts. I can administer an IV.”<br>He approached her slowly and took the bag from her. “Sorry if I startled you.”<br></span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:11:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Looking at the way Jake held out his hand to calm her, Karen flushed a deep crimson hue.&nbsp; She was supposed to be confident around her students, darn it!&nbsp; She hated when they saw this side of her.&nbsp; "It's alright," she said quietly, after hearing his credentials toward administering the medicine.&nbsp; She watched him take the bag and moved, trying to stay out of the way, but curious as well as she watched how he prepared and went about starting the drip.&nbsp; When it was set up and the bag was hung, she watched the drip of the liquid for a long moment before turning to Jake.&nbsp; "So, what has you upset?" she asked quietly.&nbsp; She would've had to been completely inept not to have noticed the teen was distraught over something.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just one of those teenage mood swings, but...she was more than willing to listen to whatever his problems were.&nbsp; That was pretty much part of her job description.&nbsp; Not as a teacher, but as a fellow human being.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:32:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake couldn’t help but notice the way Miss Schmidt flushed after she jumped. Yeah…she was flustered, though it didn’t really faze him to see her like that. It was understandable after what had transpired.<br>After setting up the IV, Jake observed the patient for a moment. She appeared okay, but he still didn’t really have any idea what had transpired. He wished that among his Mutant abilities, he at least had an ability that could help her in some way… His instinct from training was to check her for bruising or abrasions, but she was still fully-clothed, and he didn’t think it would go over well for him to be examining her.<br>Miss Schmidt’s query snapped him out of his haze. `Guess amidst everything that had happened that day, he was way out of synch at this point, and it was showing…<br>His mouth dropped open a bit, “Uhhh… Sorry. How do you mean…?” He instinctively pretended to not know what she was referring to as a pathetic attempt at a stall-tactic.<br></span></span><br></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:41:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Lips pressing into a thin line for a moment as she watched Jake pretend nothing was wrong, Karen gave a slight frown, but moved and softly mussed his hair; a habit from working with grade school children.&nbsp; "If you don't wish to speak about it, I won't make you," she said quietly, keeping her voice down so their patient could rest.&nbsp; She pulled her hand away and let it fall to her side, eyes moving back to the teenage girl.&nbsp; She watched for a long moment, before looking back at Jake.&nbsp; "Thank you very much for your help, dear," she said softly, her stormy eyes watching him.&nbsp; She wanted to dismiss him, so he could go and relax before it was time for bed...but she hadn't a clue when Samuel would run back by and spit another order she couldn't follow at her.&nbsp; She may yet need the teen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 03:01:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>A slight look of shock wiped across Jakes face as Miss Schmidt tousled his hair. His eyes closed as she did so, and he immediately felt the `little black fire’ inside of him quell significantly. It was amazing. That small gesture managed to single-handedly relax him far more than any of his other efforts that day. He drew a deep breath, and was a little embarrassed when it came out a shaky sigh. When she pulled her hand away, he just stood there for a moment with his lips apart.<br>He couldn’t help but feel he owed her at least some explanation, so he just looked down and started talking, “No, it’s just…” Not knowing what he was going to say, he just shook his head and vaguely said, “This is just kind of crazy. I really was just trying to cover for her…” almost rhetorically.<br></span></span></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 03:12:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Stormy gray hues came back to Jake as he spoke and she watched the teen.&nbsp; She gave a soft smile at his statement before nodding slowly.&nbsp; "It's natural," she said, her eyes moving back to the girl on the bed.&nbsp; "To want to stick up for a peer.&nbsp; To protect them," she said, giving a rueful little smile before her gaze came back to Jake, playful.&nbsp; "Especially a pretty one," she teased softly.&nbsp; Giving a light laugh, she moved to sit down.&nbsp; There really wasn't anything else she knew to do, until Samuel came back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 03:21:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake was shaken from his reverie and his face dropped when Miss Schmidt teased him. “I didn’t— Aw, that’s messed up, Miss Schmidt…”<br>He looked back to the bed, and still not feeling comfortable examining the girl (regardless of how “cute” she was…) he went over and sat down next to Miss Schmidt.<br></span></span><br></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 09:14:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening<br>LOCATION: Infirmary<br>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jake Crow<br><br>Voices. Someone was talking but Jessica was unsure whether or not it was real. The voices of those she's interacted with tended to float around in her head when she slept like this. Wait...sleep? She couldn't remember going to sleep. In fact, the last thing she could remember was that guy in the hallway...<br><br>Jessica quickly shot up from the bed as if awaking from a nightmare. Her eyes frantically looked about the room as she took in short, ragged breaths. She noticed the two others in the room with her but that wasn't what caught her attention. The IV in her arm made her gasp and her eyes went wide, her bottom lip quivering slightly in fear. The girl recoils away from the other two people in the room defensively. "What the hell did you do to me?!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 09:26:38 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Karen couldn't help but let out a small giggle in response to Jake's 'messed up' comment.&nbsp; She soon quieted, though, leaving the room in peace.&nbsp; Until, that was, the girl sat up in such a panic, Karen feared she would run from the room.&nbsp; "Easy.&nbsp; Easy, sweetheart," she said, standing back up, her hands extended in a placating gesture.&nbsp; At the question, her eyes went to the IV and then back up to the young teen girl's face.&nbsp; "It's alright.&nbsp; Mr. Ervin said it was to keep you hydrated.&nbsp; That's all.&nbsp; He'll be back soon, just take it easy," she soothed, keeping her distance as she watched the other female.&nbsp; "I'm Miss Schmidt," she introduced.&nbsp; "I'm the school's English teacher.&nbsp; It's going to be alright, okay?&nbsp; You...you were clutching your head.&nbsp; I think you did something to it, but just relax.&nbsp; We're going to take care of you, okay?" she spoke soothingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 11:06:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake and Miss Schmidt sat in silence for a bit. Jake comtemplated it, then decided to say, "I have to get an `A' in your class..." Just then, the girl shot bolt-upright in the bed. His eyes went wide and he immediately stood up.<br>Miss Schmidt attempted to sooth the girl, which was good. Noting that the girl seemed most concerned with the IV in her arm, Jake added, "Yeah, we can even take it out if you think you could drink some water for us, but at this point it might be easiest just to leave it in if you think you'll be okay with that..."<br></span></span><br></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:16:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Evening <br>LOCATION: Hallways<br>TAGGING: thinking<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel's mind was on fire. He could think of nothing aside from that girl. It consumed him. He wanted to learn more, he needed to. That one link of minds made it to where his mind was dominated by thoughts of her ability. He looked around the empty hallway, and realized he was still close to the infirmary, he walked as quickly as he could, until finally he was standing in the infirmary doorway. His eyes locked on the girl standing up, studying every inch of her. He barely registered Jake and Karen's presence in the room. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:34:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening<br>LOCATION: Infirmary<br>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica's eyes darted between the man and the woman in front of her as she tried to put the pieces together in her head. There was the basement...and the boy in front of her now was there. And Mr. Ervin. When she tried to run away from him, he did something to her. Some kind of mental scrambling she guessed. That'd at least explain the lingering headache.<br><br>When the other woman brings up Mr. Ervin's name, Jessica feels her stomach turn. Jessica looks up weakly at the other woman. "He did this." The mere mention of his name brought back a flood of information, causing the girl to wince and grit her teeth again. When the boy in the room with her mentions the IV, she looks down at it and back at him, her eyes practically begging him to let her go. "I'm not thirsty...I just want to go back to my room. Please."<br><br>And then she saw <em>him</em> again, standing in the doorway and watching her with the same intensity as he did in the basement. It was enough to make her skin crawl. She froze like a deer in the headlights as she stared at him, afraid of what he might try to do to her head this time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 12:43:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening <br>LOCATION: infirmary<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br>As soon as Samuel laid eyes upon her, his mind stop thinking of her, clarity returned to him, and finally noticed jacob and Karen. He slowly walked over to the girl. She was obviously terrified of him. Did she think he did this? <br>"Jessica, there's no need to be afraid, we are here to help. And I believe I know how to fix what's wrong with you, with my voice in your head?" he spoke calmly, and slowly. He had no idea exactly if her senses were operational or not. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:15:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Jessica Reynolds, and Samuel Ervin<br><br><em>"He did this."</em><br>Karen blinked at the statement from the other girl, uttered with...fear?&nbsp; Accusation?&nbsp; Karen felt her protective instincts kick in, even as she noticed the girl's gaze go to Jake to plead with the other teen for freedom.&nbsp; When Samuel stepped in, Karen moved swiftly, stepping between him and the girl.&nbsp; "I think she understands that, Samuel," she said, her eyes and voice firm.&nbsp; "I also think you need to leave.&nbsp; Now," she spoke just as firmly.&nbsp; The student was uncomfortable around him, perhaps even frightened.&nbsp; It wasn't good.&nbsp; And she wouldn't allow it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:18:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">When the girl said, "He did this," Jake couldn't help but consider the idea... He really had no idea of what had occurred exactly. <em>Did</em> Ervin do this...? After all, Jake had just experienced The Dean exploding, threatening Jake, and putting his fist through the wall... Maybe that's how they ran things here. Maybe that was `the catch'. Maybe it even had something to do with the secret, "faculty-only" basement. He certainly couldn't discount it.<br>Jake grimaced at the girl's mention of wanting to go back to her room. "Yeahhh... I just don't know if you should be alone right now... At least not til you get checked out for concussion or something... You hit those stairs pretty hard." He slowly began approaching the bed. Indicating the nearby sphygmomanometer, "Would it be alright if I took your blood-pressure...?"<br>Jake was surprised to see Miss Schmidt step-in and speak like that to Ervin. Now he <em>really</em> didn't know what to think. Was she just too new, or was she just not `in' on it yet...?</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:27:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening <br>LOCATION: Infirmary <br>TAGGING: Furious at Karen Schmidt<br>&nbsp;Samuel eyes went cold at all these accusations, it made him have flashbacks of his father, when he didn't get something right that he should have. He still remembered his fathers clenched fist, and him yelling. Before Samuel realized what he was doing, he snapped at Karen with all his might. Anger, nothing else. <br>&nbsp;"If your accusing me of doing this to the girl, you are surely mistaken Miss. Schmidt! If anything it is her fault!" He points over at Jessica. "All I'm trying to do is help, and if you hadn't notice I'm the only person here who knows what the hell is going on inside that girls head!" He took a deep breath and stood closer to Karen. "So please unless you want this girl to suffer anymore than she has already. Get...out..of..my..way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:35:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Jessica Reynolds, and Samuel Ervin<br><br>Karen saw only another child in front of her, throwing a tantrum.&nbsp; She didn't back down when he stepped up to her, though he was almost able to loom over her, their heights about equivalent.&nbsp; She stared determinedly at him.&nbsp; "No, Samuel," she spoke in a calm, firm voice.&nbsp; "The girl is frightened of you.&nbsp; Any attempts you make to assist her will be for naught, for that reason alone.&nbsp; You need to step down, step back, and let me take care of this.&nbsp; I'll figure it out," she spoke.&nbsp; "Now...please leave the room.&nbsp; Your presence is dehabilitative to her well being at present, and you need to calm down as well," she said, remaining calm and authoritative.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:41:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING: Leaving <br>&nbsp;Samuel looked at the terrified eyes of the girl, and the determined ones of Karen, his anger slowly faded away, such an emotion was uncharacteristic of him. He'll have to ponder it later. He slowly step back, his face a blank mask.<br>&nbsp;"Alright Karen you'll get your way, but don't come to me when the girl's mind collapses, because I won't offer any assistance." he stated coldly. And with that he left the infirmary. He walked the halls for few minutes, until he found himself n the courtyard. He looked up at the stars, how many were there, he wondered. Why not find out? He began counting. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 01:51:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake just stood in awe at what was transpiring before him. All he could think was that at any moment, Professor Ervin’s fist was gonna fly just as Dean Shaw’s had at Jake, or worse... And that the girl on the table may be the only other one who knew what Jake knew.<br>Jake felt the `black little flame’ flood back inside him, erradicating anything Miss Schmidt's hair tousle had erased before, except now it was the size of a campfire. A campfire without a proper pit. He tried to take a deep breath, but failed. He swallowed hard.<br>Fortunately, Ervin excused himself, diffusing the item…but not the issue.<br>He immediately turned back toward the girl, a little wide-eyed, held out a tentative hand and stated in a low voice, “Are you alright…”<br></span></span></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:37:01 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening<br>LOCATION: Infirmary<br>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica watched on with wide eyes as the two teachers argued back and forth. She wanted to jump up and scream when Mr. Ervin said this whole thing was her fault but decided not to interrupt the female teacher; she seemed to have the situation under control. The way that woman was fighting for her was amazing and reminded her a lot of her own parents. <br><br>Jessica watched on as Mr. Ervin stepped down and exited out of the room, a hint of confusion on her face. How did he know his voice was trapped in her head? And did he really know how to fix this? The girl offers up a half smile to Ms. Schmidt and thanks her. Jessica then slides her legs off the bed so that they're dangling off the floor, her eyes looking toward the floor. "I'm fine. All that's left is a dull headache." She pauses and looks up at the other two people sharing the room with her. "Can I go now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:49:51 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Slowly relaxing her posture as Samuel left, she bit the inside of her lip, wondering if she had been too harsh on the younger teacher.&nbsp; He was, after all, just a teen himself, and only trying to help.&nbsp; ...But his presence had been detrimental to the girl on the bed.&nbsp; Turning, she watched the teen move and took a step over.&nbsp; She put a hand against the younger female's forehead softly, not feeling a fever.&nbsp; At her statement and question, Karen sighed softly.&nbsp; "...Let's let Jake go ahead and take your blood pressure, just in case, okay?&nbsp; To make sure it's at a safe level....&nbsp; And I'm sure there's some ibuprofen in here somewhere...I'll dig out a couple, and after you take that, we'll get that miserable tube out of your arm, okay?" Karen said, looking at the girl with stormy eyes and a soft smile.&nbsp; She then looked to Jake and gestured for him to check her blood pressure, before moving away to find the medicine.<br>It took a good five minutes of searching the cabinets, but she finally found a rather large bottle of ibuprofen liqui-gels and dug out two of them, taking them to the girl, along with a small dixie cup of water.&nbsp; "Here ya go," she said, before looking at Jake.&nbsp; "Is her blood pressure normal?" she asked softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 02:56:37 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Front office<br>TAGGING: Kimi<br><br>Shaw moved to the front office where he saw a police escorting in a young woman and he had to struggle to keep his eyes rolling. He tapped a worker on his left and whispered in his ear. "Yes there is a hole in the wall on the east wing, it seems a student lost control of his power for a moment, no harm done...just needs a new brick." The worker went off down the halls and into a door that led to the basement only to come out again with a brick. Shaw on the other hand walked up to the officers and shook their hands. "Gentlemen, I can show Kimi here to her room...thank you for getting her this far but I assure you that she is in safe hand from here on out." Watching as the men walked out the doors Shaw spoke to the girl. "Your late...that's ok. Here is a small list of your classes, you start bright and early and your room is with Jessica Reynolds, I think you two will be good for eachother. If you have any real problems feel free to come to me." He pointed to her room on a map and then walked to the door and locked it up for the night. "Good luck Kimi, I expect good things from you here." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 03:03:09 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front lobby<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br>&nbsp;After counting up to 5 million stars, Samuel grew board, and again roamed the halls, his mind to alert to sleep. He walked slowly thinking to himself, at first he started solving several mathematics equations, varying from geometry to trigonometry. But within a few minutes he soon grew bored, again. He soon found himself standing in the the front lobby, about 15 feet away from Mr. Shaw. He noticed the girl sitting on the bench, she seemed to be of Native American heritage. <br>&nbsp;He called out " Hello Aaron, quite a night it's been hasn't it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 03:11:02 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake nodded at Miss Schmidt’s gesture, and moved in to take the girl’s blood pressure.<br>He wrapped the pad around the girl’s arm, and caught himself looking into her eyes once it was on. He caught himself, looked away and back again, and said, “Hi,” in a low voice. He took another rattled breath as the blood pressure machine did it’s thing and grimaced at the girl.<br>When it completed, he unstrapped it, grabbed a nearby pen-light, and said, “I just need to check your eyes.” He moved in, close to the girl’s face, shined the pen-light in her left eye, and said in a low voice, “<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">k, can you just follow the light…?</span>” He moved the pen-light back-and-forth and up-and-down, then switched eyes and did the same thing. At the end of it, he just stared into her eyes for a moment.<br>The girl thought she saw something in his eyes… Something like his pupils…`flickering’… Like they were made of liquid for a moment or something. It may have just been a trick of the pen-light shining in her eyes.<br>Jake caught himself again, cleared his throat and moved away.<br>When Miss Schmidt asked about her blood-pressure, Jake nodded and said, “Yeah, she’s good.” He grabbed a nearby water bottle, grimaced, and handed it to the girl as though to insist she drink it. “Oh, my name’s Jake by the way.”<br></span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:22:23 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Front office<br>TAGGING: Samuel.<br><br>"Oh Mr. Ervin...what It truly has been a strange night...what can I do for you?" He asked as he was just about to step into his office. He did his best to not show how annoyed he was being interrupted. Shaw had plans for the night but he was constantly having to stop and talk to someone. He looked over at Kimi and then took a breath. "Ya know what...come into my office Sam and we can talk in private." Opening his door he stepped inside and waited for Samuel to follow behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:28:26 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front lobby<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br>&nbsp;"I must say Aaron, you really need to learn how to hide your annoyance." Samuel then walked inside. The room took the standard office layout, with several chairs lined the left wall, presumably for waiting students, or visitors. A large oak desk sat on the opposite side, covered in paper work, a computer monitor stood on the right corner of it. Samuel walked over and stood in front of the desk, electing not to sit down. "Something you wish to discuss, Aaron?" he asked with a mild tone. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:33:24 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Front office<br>TAGGING: Samuel.<br><br>Aaron walked to stand behind the desk and sat down. "Please....have a seat." He then scooted himself in and started to type on the computer. "You should relax more...your just as young as I am. Now...you came here for a reason did you not? Did you need something? Have a comment you wanted to pass on to me." He didn't peel his eyes off the computer as he checked in all the various students and teachers. He was building a full profile on every member of the school and was getting excited to see all the powers he was going to see. His partners were going to be very happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:42:36 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front lobby<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br>&nbsp;Samuel could see that Aaron was a bit preoccupied, but since he couldn't see his computer screen, he could only assume&nbsp; has to what. "Well, I know that you are aware of the girl in the infirmary, and I'm also sure that you aware of her gift. It seems that when she uses her ability on people, she creates a telepathic link between her and hr targets. Obviously this means that she is aware of the other persons thoughts." He paused making sure that the Dean was listening, then continued. " When I caught her at the basement, she attempted to slip away by making herself invisible to me, which in turn linked my mind to hers. This caused her to hear my thoughts, which are a hundred times faster than hers, and because of the sheer volume of information in my mind, it caused her's to collapse. So I am under the impression that her mind was assaulted by mine, on accident." He stopped to let the Dean reply before making his request. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:47:17 pm</strong>
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				Erika<br>NAME:&nbsp; Rayven<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; <br>LOCATION:&nbsp; skipped class, in dorm room.<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; I'm alone.<br>(Thinking to self)<br>I'm glad I didn't go to physics today. I would of missed powder puff girls on TV. Such a lame show, I'm so bored, I wonder if I'll be stuck with some lame roommate! Regardless, I will have fun....I always find a way to entertain myself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:47:57 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Front office<br>TAGGING: Samuel.<br><br>"I hear what you are saying....It seems our student needs to learn self control and this is indeed karma coming back at her and maybe even you in a way. Perhaps this is a wake up call to be a bit more understanding to your students and a bit more kind. Now, what would you like me to do about the girl?" While Aaron truly cared for the people in the school he was raised to believe in survival of the fittest. Aaron pulled his attention away from the computer and turned his body to face Samuel's with his hands folded on the desk. "If you are suggesting that I help her get better what would you have me do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:54:40 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening<br>LOCATION: Infirmary<br>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica sat at the edge of the bed, her chin resting in her hand as Jake fastened the armband around her arm. She only barely acknowledges him when he says "Hi" by looking at him out of the corner of her eye, the bored expression on her face hiding any thoughts or emotions. She straightens up when Ms. Schmidt brings over the painkillers and water and takes them from her, a slight smile crossing her face. <br><br>Her head recoils back slightly when Jake shines the light into her eyes but she does what he asks and follows it with her eyes. As he finishes, Jessica blinks several times as she tries to get the spots to go away. Her eyebrows furrow slightly and her head moves slightly closer to Jake as she notices something strange about his eyes. She blinks a few more times, staring back into his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of it again before chalking it up to the spots playing tricks on her eyes. Jessica suddenly becomes aware how they are both awkwardly staring into each others eyes in silence and snaps out of it, arching an eyebrow as she speaks.&nbsp; "What? Is something wrong?"<br><br>Jessica lets out an exasperated sigh when Jake hands her the bottle of water. What part of "I'm not thirsty" did he not get? Still, she didn't feel like arguing, especially not over a bottle of water and she simply took it and placed it on the bed next to her. She slides off the bed as Jake introduces himself and nods to him. "Thanks for the free physical I guess. Jessica." She holds out her for Jake.<br><br>Before leaving, Jessica turns her attention toward Ms. Schmidt. "So um...what's in the basement, Ms. Schmidt? I have to know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 04:56:07 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Office<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br>"Well I already know how to fix her, and I don't need any special equipment, in fact the girl might've already been fixed, if not for Karen. What I need from you, is to convince Karen, and the girl, to let me fix her." Samuel wondered if Aaron would notice how he said "fix" and not "help" or "rejuvenate". But those thoughts were at the back of his mind, he was still thinking about the girls ability. He simply couldn't figure out what was causing him to think about it so much. Hopefully, once he fixed the girl, those thoughts would go away. He didn't like not being able to think straight. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 05:02:37 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean <br>TIME OF DAY: Night<br>LOCATION: Front office<br>TAGGING: Samuel.<br><br>"Fix....Fix her? Are you implying something is wrong with my student? I don't like the way you are speaking of her. Helping her is one thing...but doing anything that could change her power's is not acceptable. Do I make myself clear?" Shaw stood up and smiled down at Samuel. It was a tactic to draw someone into a fight and even get himself hit to store more power...it was better than slamming his head into brick walls every couple of hours. "If you do anything to hurt that young woman or change her in any way.....well you won't like it." Aaron sat down and wen't back to his computer. "You can leave now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 05:11:56 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Early evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Office (leaving) <br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br>Samuel sighed inwardly, at least he tried. He couldn't force Aaron to do anything for him, he knew that much. So he decided to leave. "Very well Aaron." He had also noticed Aaron standing up, and smiled, a smile that didn't have any emotion. "If you must know Aaron, you can't taunt me into fighting you, as good at it as you may be. I know all about your power, it's strengths, and weaknesses." He then stood up and left the office, he walked to his room. When he arrived, he looked around, then opened the door, and went inside. Tonight proved that he had involved himself with some interesting characters, and he wondered, what interesting will happen next? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 05:22:52 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Ravyen<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: New Student<br>TIME OF DAY: evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; outside Mr.Shaws Office <br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br><br>(Bumping into Aaron Shaw)<br>((Not knowing who he is))<br>Hey what's the big idea! Watch where your walking Mr. <br>I just got here and already people are trying to run me over. Gee wiz, ... What's there to do here anyway? I've been hearing their was some kind of incident that some students were injured. Don't suppose their we any BODIES!!!! Nothing like some dramatic carnage to brighten ones day... (Starting a singing..."poor unfortunate souls")...ha ha, so for reals, where's all the action??? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 05:52:55 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow and Jessica Reynolds<br><br>"Jake, dear, please remove dear Jessica's IV, before she runs off with it," Karen said, her lips pressed into a thin line as she contained her humor at the girl's eagerness to leave.&nbsp; She'd overheard her name as Jessica had spoken to Jake.&nbsp; At the question, however, Karen blinked before a sheepish look crawled over her features.&nbsp; "As far as I know?&nbsp; Just a kitchen.&nbsp; I haven't been down there to explore yet myself," she admitted, moving to throw away the used Dixie cup.&nbsp; "I only arrived a couple of days ago.&nbsp; I've been working on unpacking, and completing lesson plans and syllabi for you students," she said.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip.&nbsp; She needed to get back to the library...finish up said syllabi, as well as the other documents, and get all the copies printed out.&nbsp; With as late as it was becoming, she was not going to have time to review student files that evening, at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 06:13:27 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>“Oh, right!” Jake removed the IV from Jessica’s arm. “Sorry…”<br>Jake looked up briefly when Miss Schmidt mentioned she hadn’t been down to the basement yet.<br>He looked around to get a band-aid for Jessica’s arm. There were `plain’ band-aids, but there were also Star Wars Clone Wars animated series band-aids, so he grabbed one that had the Padme character on it and administered it to her arm.<br></span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 07:42:17 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Infirmary/My Room<br>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica looked a bit disappointed when Ms. Schmidt couldn't offer any information about the basement. Jessica had to know what was down there and why teachers were going out of their way to scare students away from the door. "Well, thanks anyway I guess. See you around Ms. Schmidt." <br><br>She turned to leave but stopped abruptly when Ms. Schmidt reminded her of the IV. "Oh yeah. Oops." She laughed a bit at herself and turned toward Jake, holding her arm out so he could remove the IV. "You sure you know what you're doing?" She turns her head away as the IV is removed, wincing slightly. Jessica tries to hold as still as possible once it's removed to keep any blood from dripping and waits for Jake to find a bandage. When he returns with the Star Wars bandage she looks down at it and back up at Jake, an incredulous look on her face. "Really?"<br>She could only look at Jake and shake her head at his taste in band-aids. "Well...thanks for everything but I really need to finish unpacking and stuff." She sighed to herself as she picked up her bottle of water and made her way to the door, opening it slightly and sliding passed it, stopping momentarily to give a brief look back into the room at Ms. Schmidt and Jake.<br><br>She stepped out of the infirmary and looked around the hallways. She had no idea how she got here or how to get to her room from here. Jessica shrugged to herself and started walking anyway, hoping to find a familiar location. It took her a good ten minutes to get back to her room but she was thankful nonetheless. She walked inside, shutting the door quickly behind her and leaning against it in relief. Something about the room made her feel much more relaxed and safer, as if the door somehow acted as a barrier between her and her problems. She spent several moments standing there like this, just thankful that she made it through the whole situation. Finally, she pushed herself away from the door and made her way back to her suitcase, unpacking the final personal items that she had left to unpack. A few photos of her mother and father, a poster of her favorite band to hang over her bed, and a dreamcatcher. <br><br>The dreamcatcher meant a lot to her- a gift from her father to deal with her nightmares. Ever since the first time she had used her power, Jessica had started having these extremely vivid and terrifying nightmares; nightmares fueled by the fears from all the minds she has touched. It was unsettling to say the least and her father thought the trinket might help ease her mind a bit. Jessica liked to think it worked, if only because of the comfort it provided. <br><br>She sighed to herself and looked about the room as she finished hanging up her poster. It wasn't home but it was at least a step closer than it was before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 08:15:11 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Late Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>After Jessica left, Jake half-turned toward Miss Schmidt and stammered, “I, uh…hafta go.” He immediately turned and exited the room, but not without grabbing the water bottle first.<br></span></span> </span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 08:24:52 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Late evening<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Heading back to library<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow (exiting) and Jessica Reynolds (exiting)<br><br>"No problem, dear," Karen had spoken to Jessica, watching her with a faint smile as she left the Infirmary.&nbsp; She stared at the doors as they swung shut, silent for a moment.&nbsp; Just reflecting upon the past hour or so.&nbsp; She was snapped from her reverie when Jake spoke and looked at him.&nbsp; "Oh, yes.&nbsp; Alright.&nbsp; See you in class tomorrow, Jake," she said with a warm smile, watching the teen scurry from the room.&nbsp; Again, she was left with her thoughts.&nbsp; Looking about, she moved and did her best to clean up the Infirmary, before finally exiting and locking it back up.&nbsp; With a roll of her shoulders, she moved and began back toward the library.&nbsp; She had much work she needed to complete yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 09:53:19 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Late Evening<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Halls, Jake's Room, Dorm Halls<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> (n/a)<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake quickly made his way back to his room. Once there, he took out a sticky-pad and a permanent marker. He wrote, “Jess’” on the sticky note and drew a crude face sticking out it’s tongue. =p Using his tablet, he looked up Jessica’s room number on the school roster, and noted that it also listed a Kimmi August.<br>He stuck the sticky-note on the bottle, and went out to place it against her door before returning back to his room.<br></span></span> </span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 10:02:53 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Rayven <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Dorm Hallway<br>TAGGING: Jake<br><br>(Hearing commotion outside door)<br><br>What the %$#!!!! ... (Opens door spotting Jake putting bottle by door), Excuse me!!! Can you not leave your garbage laying around my door!? I don't need to be cleaning up crap outside my door, I have enough to worry about inside! (Notices the smiley face on post it)...What???... Are we in elementary school??? What's this??? (Grabbing bottle, stares at you with scorn) Explain Mister!!! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 10:33:13 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Morning, right before classes <br>LOCATION: Physics classroom <br>TAGGING: Teaching <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel sat in his chair, with his legs propped up on his wooden desk. To anyone on the outside, he looked calm, and emotionless. But on the inside he was bustling with activity, he was awaiting his first class. He still wondered if what he had planned out would work in his favor. Hopefully it would. Despite staying up last night due to all the commotion, Samuel felt as though he had slept through it all. He surveyed his new classroom. It was aligned like any other class room that he had ever seen. Ten rows of seats, with ten seats in each column, encouraging posters lined the wall, designed to make students work harder. File cabinets sat to the right of his desk, while the classroom door was to his left. On his desk sat an assortment of items, consisting of pens, pencils, tape, scissors, and anything else associated with a teacher. He heard commotion as students came down the hall outside. He patiently awaited for them, class was about to be in session. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 10:49:39 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Rayven <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: new student<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning, right before classes <br>LOCATION: Physics classroom <br>TAGGING: n/a<br><br>I stroll into class and wander around the classroom. Looks just like any other class I've dropped out of, nothing special, smells freshly cleaned and clinical. Guess I've got no choice but to come to this silly class to get my credits and get out of this place. I find a seat directly in the back of class, perfect little spot to see all the action and note passing. Can't wait to get into the drama of the school, that's when I can really work my magic. (Devilishly smiles as I take my seat). 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 11:19:27 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Halls, Outside Near Library, Cafeteria, Physics Classroom<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> (n/a)<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jake got up particularly early the following morning. Mostly cuz he was having difficulty sleeping. That `black campfire’ in his mind was playing havoc with his dreams, and he knew it was only going to get worse until he did something about it, so he just stayed up all night reading Cold Sassy Tree.<br>Jake actually dressed for the day, unlike yesterday when he just kept his sweats on from the plane ride. Blue button-down shirt, black slacks, and some dress shoes. Nothing terribly fancy.<br>The roommate he hadn’t met yet was still asleep, so Jake left a note on his side of the room that read, “Name’s Jake. Got Ervin for Physics 1st period. If you do too then I’ll see you there.”<br>He grabbed his small backpack with his laptop in it, put on his headphones, and headed-out.<br><br>He had no idea where to go…so he went outside and headed toward a spot near the Library windows. The ground was still wet, so he found a cemented spot and sat down to commence with his meditation.<br>As far as the relative `effectiveness’ of his meditations went, this one wasn’t the greatest. Anything was better than nothing though, especially when it got to the point that Jake was at.<br>Afterward, he went and grabbed a quick waffle and smoothie breakfast from the cafeteria. Not his usual diet, but he needed all the comfort he could get right now, even if it came from sugar and carbs.<br><br>Well, he had delayed this as long as he possibly could… It was time to head to class.<br><br>He walked into Prof. Ervin’s Psych class about 15 minutes early, walked up to the front, and sat in the first row, 5th seat; as front-and-center as he could possibly get. He pulled out his laptop, set it up, and then just sat there staring at the blackboard and waiting.<br></span></span> </span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 11:28:35 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY:Evening<br>LOCATION: Halls trying to find my dorm room<br>TAGGING: Jessica&nbsp; Reynolds (and whom ever she is with)<br><br>She wandered down the halls trying to find her dorm this place was like a fucking maze and she didn't feel like stopping and talking to someone and asking them so she walked over to once of the light sconces and touched it sort going a bit limp for a moment her eyes closing still touching the light and sagging against the wall and one of the students walked over and poked her confused when she suddenly opened her eyes and stepped back startled that a small crowd had gathered and she blushed hotly."I got tired...so stop fuckin lookin at me like that..."She glared and then started moving off to her room and hoped who ever this Jessica chick was she was not gonna be all weirded out by shit like this...she might have to explain and hoped jessi could keep her mouth shut and she found the dorm room with no problems now that she had been into the electrical systems and would have to let them know there was a few shorts here and there. She poked her head in the room"Hello?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 11:32:19 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning <br>LOCATION: Physics Classroom<br>TAGGING: Teaching <br>&nbsp;Samuel slowly waited for students to flow into the room and take their seats. He saw many of them gave him weird looks at him. Understandable, considering that most of them were his age. Finally the last seat had been filled and the school bell rang. He took his feet off the desk, and stood up. He began to address the class. "Good morning, my name is Samuel Ervin, you can call me Professor, or Mr. Ervin. Now I know what you all must be thinking, why is someone as young as me teaching you?" He looked around to make sure everyone was paying attention. " Well I'm teaching you because I happen to be an expert in physics, and apparently you all are not. Now I have only three rules in this classroom. Number one: No powers are to be used, unless I give explicit permission, Number two: No talking while I am, and Number three: No ear-buds." Samuel eyed Jake as he said this. He then starting pacing the room, picking up a pencil from his desk while doing so.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Now can anyone tell me what physics is or what it means?" He looked around the room, no one volunteered to answer. He pointed at Jacob "What about you? Can you tell me what physics is?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 11:35:46 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Rayven<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; New Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Physics Classroom<br><br>Rayven see's a boy enter the class and position himself in the front, she scoffs at his attempt to be studious and vested in the class. She watches as he opens his laptop and trys to start bit up, she discretely sends a hex to his computer to flash seductive images of lips being bitten, pouting and licked. An audible female moan is emanating from the computers speakers. "Entertainment at its finest" she smiles and relinquishes the moment and yawns as she quickly bored with her victims embarrassment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2013, 11:53:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Physics Class<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Rayven Hollows<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake had expected <em>something</em>…just not something as pointed as this. When Prof. Ervin specifically mentioned earbuds, Jake just grimaced and nodded a little.<br><br>When asked if he could tell the Professor what Physics is, Jake shook his head a little and merely said, "No, I cannot," which won out over the response: My worst class. Suddenly, he heard a woman moaning. Noticing the tablet on his desk, he looked down, shocked to see the erotic images flashing on it. He didn't have a problem with the images - and rather liked them - but it was so loud! He quickly grabbed it and fiddled with the power switch to kill it.<br>"Sorry, I-- I don't know what that was."<br><br>Jake felt what was the black campfire surge inside of him...</span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:04:58 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Physics Classroom<br>TAGGING: Teaching<br>"Disappointing, but understandable Jacob, Physics is-" Suddenly he was interrupted by the erotic noises coming from Jake's tablet. "Yes, Jacob I know that wasn't your fault" He looked back toward the room at Miss. Hollows. "Please refrain from doing that again Rayven, or you will regret it." He then continued with his explanation. "Physics is the study of matter and its motion through space and time, along with related concepts such as energy and force. Or to more simply put it it is the general analysis of nature, conducted in order to understand how the universe behaves. And because of the way that matter is affected by time and space, I can do things such as this." He quickly flicked the pencil onto the front of Jacob's desk, watching as it deflected at a right angle straight into the ceiling panels above.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:11:22 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Jessica found herself sitting on her bed, looking through old pictures on her laptop and reminscing to herself to pass the time. The power fluctuation startled her slightly but she thought little of it and turned her attention back to her laptop. Then came the second shock of the evening as another girl poked her head into the room. Mr. Shaw did say she would have a roommate but Jessica secretly hoped she wouldn't show, even if the idea was a bit selfish. Jessica looks up from her laptop at the other teenager and offers a smile. "Guess you're my roommate, huh? I'm Jessica, it's nice to meet you." She puts her laptop aside and stands up from her bed, casting a glance at the other girl's bag. "I can help you get settled in if you'd like."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:14:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Rayven <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: New Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Physics Classroom<br>(Thinking)<br>"No body threatens me!..."you'll be sorry he says...Ha! I laugh at that." <br>Rayven looks around the room distracted from<br>Mr.Ervin's lecture &amp; demonstration. She scans the room for some other student to tease... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:16:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Physics Class<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Rayven Hollows<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Did Ervin just say that wasn't my fault!?!" Jake's eyes widened and frowned up at Prof. Ervin. "And who's `Miss Hollows'?!?" He half started to look, but couldn't concentrate on what was going on. His heart was racing...<br><br>And he wasn't expecting the pencil trick either. Normally, he most likely would have been, and it wouldn't have fazed him, but not after what just went on with his laptop. He jumped, startled a bit, which was a sensation he wasn't used to. He was sweating profusely...<br><br>...And then his eyes went wonky. He could feel them jitter and he knew it was happening. He snapped his left hand up to his eyes and began rubbing them. He immediately went through his relaxation techniques... Deep breaths...in through the nose, out through the mouth... He started to try tuning everything else out, focused inward, and tryied to quell the source of the black fire inside him...</span></span><br><br></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:20:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Morning <br>LOCATION: Physics classroom <br>TAGGING: teaching <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Samuel knew something was wrong as soon he noticed Jacob lift up his left hand, the boy was jittery, and shaking. This must be his ability manifesting, he had heard that most young mutants generally lost control of their abilities, when stressed or embarrassed. "Jacob are you alright" he asked with interest. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:25:22 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Physics Class<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Rayven Hollows<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">(Jake didn't respond...)</span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:27:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Rayven<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: New Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning <br>LOCATION: Physics classroom <br>(Sitting on edge of seat)<br>"This is going to be good, the boy wonder is going to cry." She thought. <br>I can't believe how up tight these students are here... No one can take playful pranks anymore... (She watches in amazment at the display Jake is showing.) I wonder what his powers are???.... <br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:29:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING:Jessica reynolds<br><br>She walked in and set her laptop bag and duffel down"Hi I am Kimmi....you look about as thrilled to be here as I am...I am quiet and i don't ask for much...so..I hope you don't mind me coming in so late...fucking cops could not file the paper work very fast..."she snorts and flops on the bed and looked at you"Nah its ok...i don't take much to settle...i just need a power bar to hook up Francesca to and a place to lay my head. Thanks though..."she kicked her bag under the bed and looked at the window with the dream catcher and smiled weakly"you got bad dreams in your head your trying to kill too huh?"She grabbed her laptop bag which was covered in tape and random drawings on the canvas and pulled out a very expensive looking laptop.Very top of the line stuff.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 12:31:19 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher <br>TIME OF DAY: Morning <br>LOCATION: Physics classroom <br>TAGGING: Jake crow <br>&nbsp;Samuel now became concerned with Jake and had moved over to him. Several students leaned over at the pair, but he motioned to them to mind their own business. <br>"Jake if you can hear me, know that I know what you're going through, the anxiety, struggle to keep it all together inside. I've been there, now the only way for you to truly relax is to let it out." Jake didn't respond. Samuel put a hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Just let it out" And that's when all hell broke loose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 01:02:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Physics Class<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Rayven Hollows<br><br>Jake looked up.<br></span></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.darkeforce.com/tmp/jake1.jpg)</div></div>After a beat, he got up and just stood there.<br><br>After a few moments, his jaw dropped open, and what can only be described as a black energy ejected from his eyes and mouth, narrowly missing Professor Ervin, and destroying the chalkboard behind him. It lasted several seconds and then suddenly stopped.<br>Jake turned, and mechanically walked out of the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErikaWyte</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 01:15:11 am</strong>
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				NAME: Rayven<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: New Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Infirmary<br>Niiiice, love the smell of chaos in the morning. Guess this is my que to step out of class and check up on the black death wielder. Good to know I still make the boys jaws drop. <br>But gotta make sure he doesn't go all emo and drape the school in that stuff, after all I need this school intact to get my credits, no other school will take me, so this is the end of the line for schools unless I plan on going off world. (Gets up and exits the room, trailing Jake).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 03:04:39 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Physics Class, Halls, Library<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Rayven Hollows<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake continued out of class and down the hall. He entered The Library and made his way back to the spot he had been in the night before. He stopped, and then after a moment looked up, out the vaulted window panes...</span></span><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 08:33:04 am</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Jessica couldn't help but stare at her new roommate, especially after she mentioned waiting on the police to fill out paperwork. Did Mr. Shaw really just set her up with a criminal for a roommate? Jessica only offers Kimmi a feigned smile before sitting back down on her bed, her knees curling up to her chest as she quietly studied the other girl...at least she was pretty sure she was a girl. The voice matched at least but not much else. Was she one of those butch prison types? Jessica suddenly felt uneasy sharing a room with this person, a few negative stereotypes bouncing around in her head. And then there was her laptop; pristine unlike literally everything else about her. Oh god...she stole that didn't she? Jessica gives an uncomfortable glance around at her own stuff before turning back to the other girl when she mentions the dreamcatcher.<br><br>"Ummm...yeah. Something like that." The girl goes quiet again, filling the room with an awkward silence as she thinks of something to say. Maybe she's just misunderstood, right? Besides, it wasn't like Jessica didn't have a few less than wholesome friends back home. "So...what did you do?" It was probably the worst question to ask someone she just met but she needed to know the answer if she was ever going to get any sleep around this other woman. Jessica could only hope the answer wasn't anything worse than what she was imagining.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 03:03:15 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Moving from Sunday to Monday Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Ending in Physics Class<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin<br><br>Pen had arrived early Sunday morning, and spent that morning wondering about the school with her two rolling suitcases; one loaded with art supplies, the other with clothes.&nbsp; Yes, they were large and clunky, and difficult to move up the stairs as she explored each floor one at a time, save the locked up basement, but she managed just fine.&nbsp; She took her time, not really caring that she should be working on getting settled in before exploring.&nbsp; She never was one to follow proper common sense, after all.<br>After a few hours, she felt she understood the building.&nbsp; She found beauty and wonder in its varying styles of architecture and decor, and decided that she was wholly impressed by it.&nbsp; Finding her way back to the second floor, where the most student activity had been, she found a custodian, directing students to their rooms.&nbsp; Giving her name, she was quickly directed to an empty room and strode in, staring at the blank walls.&nbsp; She stood there for a good few minutes, frowning.&nbsp; The walls were such a pure white that it was a travesty to her senses.&nbsp; After a bit, she recovered and finally shuffled into the room completely, allowing the door to shut behind her.<br>The next several hours were spent with her pulling furniture away from the wall and painting on the walls.&nbsp; She managed to cover half the room before she ran out of paints.&nbsp; Completely out.&nbsp; She stared at the empty paint tubes littering the floor with a frown and sighed softly, looking up at the unfinished wall.&nbsp; She stretched a bit and then sat down on the bed, made with sterile bedding.&nbsp; ...She needed to go shopping.&nbsp; But that could, admittedly, wait.&nbsp; Her eyes went to the rest of her luggage.&nbsp; And she stood and began to unpack her clothes, putting them away on her side of the room.&nbsp; ...Oh, she was going to paint the whole room.&nbsp; She couldn't stand an incomplete canvas.&nbsp; But for then, she had claimed a side of the room to live on.<br>Once she had unpacked her clothes, and the remainder of her art supplies, she glanced in the mirror.&nbsp; Just as much paint was on her as there was on the wall.&nbsp; She stared for a long moment, then shrugged, uncaring.&nbsp; It was late evening by this time, and she had not eaten since morning.<br>Making her way out and down the stairs, she caught a glimpse of four people running down the hallway, one of them carrying another.&nbsp; She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared after them curiously.&nbsp; Until her stomach growled loudly in protest, snapping her from her thoughts.&nbsp; Turning in the opposite direction, she went to the cafeteria.&nbsp; As she entered, she found it nearly empty.&nbsp; Only a few lingering students, eating a late dinner...same as herself.<br>She explored the menu options, but being that it was so late, not much was left...certainly nothing that appealed to her palette.&nbsp; Still...she knew she needed to eat <em>something</em>, or she positively wouldn't be able to sleep!&nbsp; So, taking a plate of meatloaf and what was obviously canned green beans, she sat at a table.&nbsp; Cringing inwardly, she slowly ate the meal until she felt her stomach was at least half full, and she could take no more of the despicable food.&nbsp; She stood and looked around, before lifting the tray, taking it to the deposit line and leaving it for the staff to clean.<br>Retreating to her room, she pushed the furniture back to the now dry walls, then moved to take a shower and free her skin of the paints.&nbsp; Once clean, she dressed for bed and set the alarm on her cell phone, crawling under the scratchy sheets.&nbsp; ...Her skin was used to softer Egyptian cotton, with a much higher thread count.&nbsp; ...But she would make do, for now...until she could get into town to go shopping.&nbsp; Which hopefully would be after classes the following day.<br>In the morning, she woke with a groan, shutting off the chirpy alarm on her phone.&nbsp; With a sigh and a grunt, she pushed herself up, the scratchy sheet sliding off her skin.&nbsp; She stood slowly and stretched thoroughly, before moving and pulling out her clothes for the day.&nbsp; A white tank top with a pink cartoonish bunny on it, and khaki capris.&nbsp; Dressing, she slipped on flip flops to complete the look and pulled her messenger bag, loaded down with pins of smiley faces, phrases, band logos, and animes, out from a suitcase, before kicking the suit case back under her bed.&nbsp; She pulled it on, letting it go from one shoulder and ending to rest on the opposite hip.&nbsp; She already had a few notebooks and pens and pencils in it, ready to go.&nbsp; With a sigh, she picked up her phone, turned it to silent (though she didn't know of anyone that cared to keep in touch with her anymore), and tucked it into the bag, before heading down to catch breakfast before class.<br>Breakfast was good, because she was on time.&nbsp; Waffles and an omelette, made to-serve.&nbsp; However, the cafeteria was crowded, and she was forced to sit at a table full of people she didn't know.&nbsp; People that tried, in vain, to draw her into their conversation.&nbsp; She was having none of it, though.&nbsp; Why get close to someone that was just going to clash with her in the end anyway?&nbsp; Abandon her like all her other friends had?&nbsp; She ate, mostly in silence, giving as short as possible answers to their questions.&nbsp; When she finished eating, she stood without so much as a fare-thee-well, and deposited her tray, walking out and heading to her first class.<br>As soon as she walked in, she frowned.&nbsp; She wasn't early enough...she'd missed her opportunity at a window seat.&nbsp; Huffing out a sigh, she took the seat closest to the door, determined that when class was over, she'd get to the next one early enough to snag a window seat.&nbsp; She then got out a notebook and pen, scribbling "Physics" in crude letters on the front of the notebook, before opening to the first page and dating it.&nbsp; <br><strong>Looking up, Penelope's eyes sought out the instructor.&nbsp; But behind the desk at the front of the room, there was only another teen.&nbsp; She stared at him as he watched the class fill.&nbsp; ...What, was this some sort of joke?&nbsp; What was a teenager doing at the front of the class like that?&nbsp; Surely they didn't actually have a peer for an instructor.&nbsp; She frowned inwardly.&nbsp; Her parents were paying good money for her to attend this school, and this was what it had to offer?&nbsp; What a joke.<br>As class began, she listened to the instructor, Mr. Ervin.&nbsp; Listened to his claim of having the credentials to teach the class.&nbsp; Pursing her lips in doubt, she kept her eyes on him before sighing silently.&nbsp; May as well give him a chance.&nbsp; What did she really have to lose?&nbsp; Besides...it wasn't like the school could deny her the credits for the class because of its own poor choice for instructors.</strong><br>As he gave an explanation of what physics was, she quickly wrote the definition down.&nbsp; Her eyes snapped up as she heard lewd sounds coming from someone's computer, and she watched the interaction that occurred, jumping as her classmate emitted some sort of blast.&nbsp; She stared at the chalkboard, eyes wide and jaw nervously clenched, even as the boy walked right past her, soon followed by a woman.&nbsp; She swallowed.&nbsp; ...That was more than a little frightening....&nbsp; Her eyes slowly surveyed the other teens in the room.&nbsp; ...Did they all have such potential for destruction?<br><br>EDIT 1:&nbsp; Bolded text:&nbsp; Added reaction to target character's age
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 07:27:39 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds <br><br><br>She could see out of the corner of her eye you were watching her and setting her laptop to the side and then pulled off the hoodie and set it to the side of the bed wearing still a pair of baggy camo pants and under the hoodie she was wearing a green tank top and her hair would show she was a girl. Her hair was long almost to her ass and straight black and thick as natives hair tends to be. If you looked closely you would see the remnants of a dye job with candy apple red streaks. She was not looking at you as she unpacked her things. Which seemed to be alot of books a few clothes and her laptop."You can stop looking at me like I am about to jump you and stab you in the carotid with a pencil. I am not violent unless someone attacks me first...so chill out ok? And what I did?"She turned to look at you"Someone framed me up to have done some things I didn't."She looked down and sat on her bed"I don't really wanna talk about it...I am not supposed to anyway with some bullshit nondisclosure agreement and shit...."She looked at you"I am not gonna hurt you or steal from you..I'm kimmi by the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 09:36:10 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Jessica jumped slightly when Kimmi asked her to stop looking at her. She simply sat quietly and listened as the other girl told her story and how she got involved with the cops. She wanted to believe her so she could relax but the way Kimmi talked did little to put Jessica at ease. "Um...yeah. Sorry, Kimmi. Just not used to having to share a room I guess. I don't really know how to act." She offered the other girl a nervous smile and fidgeted around with the pillow she had grabbed unconsciously. <br><br>There was just one other thing that she had to know about this new girl and Jessica was never one to let something stand between her curiosity and answers, even if it did make her look nosy. "Why did they bring you here? Are you like the others?" Jessica secretly hoped this other girl had the ability to purify water or something equally harmless. The last thing she needed was someone that could blow up the room after a bad day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 09:50:32 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds <br><br>She smirked a bit"Like the others? what do you mean? a muttey? Yeah I am...I have known for a few years but....I never really showed it..."She shrugs and flops on her bed plugging her laptop in."And I promise you will barely know I am here..if you got a boy toy or somethin and you want alone time tell me to piss off and i will go."She smiled a bit and looked at you seeing you watching her."Lemme guess...your wondering why lil ol me is here to learn about her powers right? Well I already know how to use them and well at that...I'm sorry I am not exactly good at face to face talking...i am used to people hiding behind computer screens...although your doing a fabulous job at hiding behind a pillow....relax...I don't bite unless asked nicely."She looked down and tapped a few keys and then sighed"So what are you here for? Parents dump you here or are you here against your will? Maybe we can smuggle a spoon out of the mess hall and dig our way to freedom"She smirks and winks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2013, 10:53:44 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Jessica smiled and let out a short laugh at Kimmi's boy toy comment. Maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster. Kimmi was definitely rough around the edges but after listening to her, Jessica's hesitancy about sharing the room with her had mostly disappeared. She could think of dozens of roommates she'd hate to be stuck with and a computer geek with a bad streak ranked pretty low on the list at least. <br><br>Jessica thought about the question Kimmi asked for a moment before responding. "I'm not really sure why I'm here. It's supposed to be safer for me here but it's hard to feel safe when you're surrounded by living weapons. Not much else I can do other than just go with it for now though but I'll let you know when it's time for the spoons."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 09:31:21 am</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Looking at her and she smirks a bit."Well I would say there is a reason that your here...most likely that your a mutant? Just a guess here. And not all of us are living weapons...I am not...well not in a physical violence kind of way although I do know how to defend myself if I need to...although I would much rather just ruin their credit records and sign them up for prison dating sites and make them wanted in 4 states."She grins a bit"I will bring the stabilizing boards."<br><br>She looked at you and tapped a bit on her laptop."So are you relaxing now that you don't think I am going to shiv you now?"She smirked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 10:12:27 am</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>"Yeah, I'm not much of a weapon either..." The other girl's talk of what she is capable of made an idea pop into Jessica's mind, a flash in her eyes betraying her thoughts. Jessica smiled uncomfortably at the word shiv, inwardly wishing the other girl would stop reminding her that she was sharing the room with a criminal. Jessica leans forward toward the other girl and speaks in a hushed tone even though they were alone in the room. "I know we just met but do you think you could do something like you said to this place? There's something I need help getting into."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 02:10:28 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: 1st period (morning)<br>LOCATION:Front Office<br>TAGGING:Penelope Archer<br><br>The P.A. speaker came on over the school and the voice of Mr. Shaw rang out threw the building. "Will Penelope Archer please report to the Dean's office please, Penelope Archer to the Dean's office. That is all." Shaw had been looking over her profile and Gambit had spoke about her power being useful so Shaw decided it was worth looking into. He wanted to see if she would like the chance to change her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 02:42:40 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning (1<sup>st</sup> period)<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>As the speaker crackled to life, Pen's eyes came up and she practically jumped out of her seat as the voice spoke her name.&nbsp; ...What had she done?&nbsp; It was black-melty-fire boy that had disintegrated the chalkboard!!!&nbsp; Paranoid and worried, and right on the edge of blind fear, she frowned and packed up her journal and pen, standing from her desk with her bag.&nbsp; She glanced at the instructor, who had yet to say anything and appeared to be in some sort of shock (she couldn't blame him), then turned and moved around the desk, heading out into the hallway.<br>She paused just outside the classroom and let out a slow, steady breath.&nbsp; ...It was okay.&nbsp; This was probably an everyday occurrence here.&nbsp; At least no one was hurt, right?&nbsp; She nodded to herself, then turned, heading down the corridors toward the front office, pondering why she had been called.&nbsp; It was an odd thing, wasn't it?&nbsp; To be called out of class on the first day of school?&nbsp; She wondered if perhaps she'd actually done something...or maybe it was a random student evaluation of some sort.&nbsp; Some schools did that, she was pretty sure.&nbsp; Particularly boarding schools.&nbsp; Called students to a counselor's office to evaluate their mental state and make sure they weren't full of murderous pent up aggression that could wind up with others being harmed....<br>Relaxing a bit more, she reached the office and walked in, stepping up to the desk.&nbsp; Looking at the office lady who was busy with some sort of paperwork, her hand moved down over the strap of her messenger bag.&nbsp; "I was called to the Dean's office?" she spoke.&nbsp; Without looking up, the woman hooked a thumb up, pointing to the right.&nbsp; Pen's eyes followed and she moved to the door there, knocking at a moderate volume and awaiting a call to come in, or for the door to open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 02:52:39 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: 1st period (morning)<br>LOCATION:Front Office<br>TAGGING:Penelope Archer<br><br>"Yes come in." Aaron looked up as the door opened and he motioned for Penelope to have a seat. "Please, sit. Thank you for coming so fast. Please...tell me about your powers and what you can do with them." He then pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Prepping to write he looked up at the young woman and smiled kindly. In truth he already knew her powers but wanted to see how confident she was with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 03:16:09 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning (1<sup>st</sup> period)<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Penelope cracked open the door as she was called in, slipping through and shutting it promptly behind her as her eyes roamed the office, taking it in.&nbsp; A professional atmosphere, but...somehow also a bit comfortable.&nbsp; Her brown eyes came to rest on the man behind the desk...the Dean.&nbsp; Wow, she was in front of the Dean of the entire school.&nbsp; That was kinda big.&nbsp; She nodded when offered a seat and moved, sitting in a plush chair that was in front of the wooden desk.<br>At his request, her eyebrows arched upward.&nbsp; So she was called here about her mutation?&nbsp; She stared for a long moment, curious.&nbsp; As part of her application process for the school, she'd had to detail her abilities...wasn't it tucked away in a file somewhere?&nbsp; Why didn't he just look?&nbsp; ...Or perhaps her explanation had been a poor one and he needed her to elaborate for the sake of school records.&nbsp; She gave a small nod...to him or to herself was uncertain, and took a deep breath to organize her thoughts on where to begin.<br>"I can...grow plants.&nbsp; Grass, flowers, vines, trees.&nbsp; Just about anything I want...so long as I've at least seen a picture of it," she said.&nbsp; Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at the Dean.&nbsp; She was focused on explaining her ability, not on him, and thus, seemed to almost be looking through him instead of at him.&nbsp; "I've found I can even grow rare flowers that are only supposed to sprout on mountains under certain conditions.&nbsp; It all depends on the richness of the soil I'm using....&nbsp; As for vines, I've found that I can manipulate them as they grow, to form shapes and arches....&nbsp; ...And all of my plant growths happen very quickly, taking as little as a few seconds, or as long as ten minutes, depending on how strong my emotions are when I try to grow them," she spoke.&nbsp; Her eyes then came back to the present, fully focusing back on the man in front of her.&nbsp; "...Is that a sufficient explanation?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 03:24:33 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: 1st period (morning)<br>LOCATION:Front Office<br>TAGGING:Penelope Archer<br><br>"Yes...yes it is. I do have another question for you. How do you feel about helping other mutants who may be in need of your gift?" He asked while setting down the pen. He didn't want to reveal his plans just yet but if she said she would be interested he would offer her something. He then reached into his desk and withdrew a key and set it on the desk. Her powers seemed to be worth teaching her to hone and make better. She may be more useful than he could imagine at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 03:33:20 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning (1st period)<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Pen's gaze became one of marked confusion.&nbsp; "...I wouldn't mind helping others, but I don't see how growing plants can really help anyone," she answered after a long moment.&nbsp; Her gaze flickered down to the key in curiosity.&nbsp; What was this?&nbsp; What was going on here, exactly?&nbsp; Penelope felt she was being offered something, but what?&nbsp; She felt a leery little bubble in her stomach...she wasn't sure if she liked it or not...but it also brought with it a bit of excitement.&nbsp; She licked her lips, her eyes coming back up to the meet the Dean's.&nbsp; "...Mr. Shaw?&nbsp; ...What's going on here?" she asked, direct to the point.&nbsp; She wanted to know why he'd asked about her abilities, asked her about helping others, and what that key was for.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what to feel right now....&nbsp; Trepidation?&nbsp; Excitement?&nbsp; Anxiety?&nbsp; All of these?<br>Her expression was calm, her eyes only reflecting curiosity, though these emotions all loomed underneath, swirling about in her stomach in a torrent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 03:40:25 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: 1st period (morning)<br>LOCATION:Front Office<br>TAGGING:Penelope Archer<br><br>"I have here the key, to the basement...this key won't open the doors until midnight tonight when the locks will all be changed at the same exact time. If you want to help others then all you have to do is open one of the 12 doors, make sure that you are alone when that happens and that you are not seen. Think of it as a test. If you do not want to see what I offer then you may simply return the key. Go ahead and take the day off and figure out what you want to do." He scribbled something on a note and handed it to her. "Here you are...this is a written excuse giving you the chance to take today off and you will receive an A for the day in all classes and be exempt from any homework issued today as well." He smiled and stood up to stand beside her. "Come I will walk you to your room if you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 03:55:02 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning (1st period)<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Curiosity was already building up in Pen in copious amounts.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she carefully picked up the key.&nbsp; Her eyes went from the carefully shaped piece of metal, up to the Dean as he stood, offering her the note.&nbsp; Slowly, she took it as well, tucking both items into her bag.&nbsp; She then moved to stand as the Dean offered to walk her to her room.&nbsp; She considered his offer carefully before shaking her head.&nbsp; "No, thank you," she spoke quietly.&nbsp; Not only did she want to be alone with her thoughts, but now that she had the rest of the day off, she may as well go into town and get more art supplies.&nbsp; After all, she did her best thinking when her hands were busy, and her hands were at their busiest when she was doing her arts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 04:40:19 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Physics classroom<br>TAGGING: Thinking<br>Samuel was in shock, to say the least. His mind was reviewing what just happened with amazing speed and clarity, reviewing every detail. He remembered how Jacobs ability manifested itself through his emotions, and how he barely managed to dodge the blast of energy that had decimated the blackboard behind him. This moment he kept replaying in his mind, over and over again. Trying to understand why it happened, and how. That blast wasn't from inside Jacob, that much he knew. Did Jacob create the energy? Normally, that would have been impossible, but with mutants you never knew when the normal rules applied. He noticed the a girl, Penelope he believed, rush out the door, after an announcement came on calling for her, but he didn't any real attention. Samuel thought about what his next move would be. Call the dean. He walked over to his desk and picked up the phone, he dialed the number for the deans office, and waited fr=or an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2013, 11:03:11 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Her room<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; No one<br><br>Exiting from the Dean's office, Penelope moved out of the main office as well.&nbsp; She then stood there as the door shut, waiting a moment to make certain she wasn't being followed.&nbsp; She didn't want to get in trouble for leaving the school, even if she had been given an excuse from her classes for the day.&nbsp; She dug into her bag after a long moment of waiting.&nbsp; Good, she'd put her wallet in there.&nbsp; She withdrew her cell phone and dialed the information number as she headed for the exit to the school.&nbsp; Requesting the number for a taxi, she headed down the winding front lawn.&nbsp; By the time she'd reached the gates, she'd reached a cab company and requested a taxi to take her into town.&nbsp; She then stood there for a good fifteen minutes, waiting as patiently as she could manage, just staring out at the world.<br>When the taxi arrived, she immediately hopped in.&nbsp; "Any local art supply shop," she said to the driver, her voice quiet.&nbsp; She was mostly lost in thought as the man drove.&nbsp; She pulled the key from her bag and turned it between the index fingers of both hands.<br><em>"How do you feel about helping other mutants who may be in need of your gift?"</em><br>The question rang through her head.<br>Help how?&nbsp; What could she do?&nbsp; How could she possibly help?<br>Her thoughts continued on this path as the taxi stopped.&nbsp; She absently tucked the key back away and pulled out her wallet, handing money to the man.&nbsp; "Please wait here," she spoke quietly, still lost in her thoughts.&nbsp; She exited the vehicle then and went into the shop, giving a nod to the shop keeper as she was greeted.&nbsp; She picked up a basket and moved through the shop, grabbing whatever her mind told her to.&nbsp; Anything and everything that sparked her interest, particularly the paints.&nbsp; All the while running the Dean's question through her head.<br>By the time she exited the shop-with <em><strong>bags and bags</strong></em> of paints and other small art supplies (and even a blank canvas or two tucked up under her arm)-she had decided.&nbsp; She wanted to help.<br>She still didn't know how she could, but...well, the Dean had basically said the answer was in the basement, right?&nbsp; She loaded her purchases into the taxi trunk and rode back to the school, silent as ever.&nbsp; The driver didn't seem to mind.&nbsp; Seemed to understand she was lost in her own thoughts.<br>Thoughts of curiosity.&nbsp; What was in that basement?&nbsp; She bit her lower lip and chewed on it idly.&nbsp; She was going to have to wait and see.&nbsp; Fortunately, she was someone who had patience.&nbsp; And it helped that she had her arts to work on while she waited.<br>Reaching the school, she paid the driver once more, then began to carry all of her supplies up the winding lawn, into the school, and up to the second floor.&nbsp; Somehow, she managed to do this without dropping anything, though she came close a few times.&nbsp; Setting bags down when she reached her room, she reached into her bag and withdrew her room key, unlocking the door.&nbsp; She bustled and pushed in, depositing the supplies on her bed before beginning to go through them and putting them away as neatly as possible in the small room.&nbsp; The blank canvases she set on the floor in the closet for later use.&nbsp; ...She still had to finish the walls of the room, after all.<br>And with that, she began to pull furniture back, intending to work until hunger got the better of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 11:47:36 am</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br><br>Looking at you she smiled softly"Look sweetie I am not violent except in video games. I play a lot of them but I have headphones so you won't hear it. And I promise you will not be bothered by me...and hey with the right training anyone can be a weapon. I am sure you can kick some ass if you need to. But you obviously have some sort of power or else you would not be here. So babe...what do you do for fun? Besides looking at me nervously like I am going to jump you or something...promise...I am not gonna hurt you and I won't make any sudden noises so I won't scare you." She looked at you raising an eyebrow"what do you need to get into?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 02:22:44 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>It was nice to hear that her roommate didn't want to bother her. It'd definitely make things much less tense later on if they started to grate on each other's nerves. Jessica casts a skeptical glance over at Kimmi when she talks about beating people up. Her? Kick someone's ass? Jessica hated hurting people, not to mention full on assaulting someone. She's been in what...one fight in her whole life? <br><br>Then came the question she absolutely hated. "What do you do for fun?" Such a loaded question. It'd take her an hour to properly answer it but all anyone ever wants is a sentence or two. Jessica shrugged, "I don't know. Music, games, that sort of stuff." She couldn't help but be a little bit offended when Kimmi offered not to make sudden noises so she didn't scare her. It almost felt like she was making fun of her for being uncomfortable around criminals. <br><br>Jessica smiled and moved to the edge of her bed when the other girl didn't immediately say no. "I need to get into the basement of this place...to see what they're hiding down there. I don't like the way they're making a big deal out of keeping students out of there. But anyway, this going to sound silly but I need someone to deal with all the cameras in this place. You know, like in the movies where they don't actually shut it off they just play a loop where nothing is happening?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 02:28:22 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Front Office<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Aaron flipped on his P.A. System while going threw some files and spoke into the small microphone. "Will Jessica Reynolds please report to my office, Jessica Reynolds to the Dean's office." and then shut of the P.A. He was assembling a group and decided she would be the first member if she so chose to join his group of X-men. He just needed to be sure that she was up to the task. He already knew her powers but wanted to know how she felt about her powers and see if she would need any further training.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 05:52:10 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br><br><br>She looked at you and saw the face she made when she said about not making loud noises"Oh relax babe..I am just kidding...I am not a violent criminal unless someone attacks me...and i would not have the criminal part if it was not for the fact that I got caught....trust me it doesn't matter how big the guy is...they all have weaknesses...you just have to find it. I am sure you have a kick ass bitch inside that sweet lil body of yours...and its takes more strength to walk away than to fight. So if you ever have any trouble walking away is cooler with me than being a dumb ass and getting yourself killed..."<br><br>She looked interested as you spoke of the basement"i...did notice they had a lot of wiring down to the basement and whatever it is takes alot of power..."She looked at you and smirked"I can do that pretty easily...I will just need to get to know the systems here in the school if you can gimme a bit of time.."She stopped and heard your name over the PA"Ohhh...big brother is watching...soon the thought police will come and get us.."She grins"go ahead...it will gimme time to check things out with the security in this place.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 05:59:59 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Front Office<br>TAGGING: Samuel Ervin<br><br>Arron listened as his phone that sat on his desk rang and he walked over to it as the young woman walked out of the room. Picking it up he saw that Samuel was calling and answered it. "Yes, what can I do for you?" He asked and sat down throwing his legs up on his desk and leaning back. This man also proved to be interesting and could even pose as a good field commander while Shaw was unable to move out in the public due to his father. He only hoped that Ervin would lighten up a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 06:03:06 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> “black-melty-fire boy”<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Dorm Room<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> (n/a)<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake came-to in his room, sitting on his bed. He blinked. He felt fine inside. Did he fall asleep meditating again? Nooo... He had no recollection of what happened past Prof. Ervin asking if he was alright. <br>He checked the clock. Oh, crap! His classes! What had he missed!?!<br>He looked around. His laptop was missing! Did he leave it in Ervin's Psych class?!? Oh god... The suggestive material...<br>Jake bolted out of the room.<br></span></span></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 06:50:37 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Her room<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow<br><br>While Penelope was generally used to paint fumes, and had been fine the day before, she suddenly felt overwhelmed by the scent of the paint.&nbsp; Looking at the nearly complete wall, she licked her dry lips, then moved and set down her palette and brush.&nbsp; Well, one of her brushes.&nbsp; She had three tucked behind her ear, paint from them staining the side of her face.&nbsp; Just as her clothes were stained as well.&nbsp; She moved to the window and opened it, sticking her head out for a second to get a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; ...But that wasn't going to be enough to air out the room completely.&nbsp; Pulling away from the window, she grabbed up her messenger bag and walked to the door, opening it and blocking it open with the bag.&nbsp; As she looked back up, someone ran by.<br>She froze.&nbsp; Black-melty-fire-boy.&nbsp; ...What was he doing up there?&nbsp; Surely he hadn't been permitted to skip classes, too?&nbsp; Or maybe that's why he was running...?&nbsp; She swallowed and stuck her head out of the room, staring after him with wary brown eyes for a long moment, before ducking back into her room.&nbsp; None of her business...and it would probably be best to avoid him, anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 07:13:36 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room/Office<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August, Aaron Shaw<br><br>Jessica shrugged after Kimmi finished speaking. "If you say so. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be able to throw someone through a wall every now and then. It's a lot easier to walk away if they're inside a wall, you know." Jessica smiled back at Kimmi, kinda glad she wasn't the violent type of criminal, even if she acted a bit rough around the edges.<br><br>Jessica's mouth hung open for a moment when her name was called over the PA before looking at Kimmi with a "Can you believe this?" look on her face. She laughed a bit to herself as she looked around the floor for her shoes. "Creepy, right? Makes you wonder if they don't have microphones in here or something." She slid her shoes on and started tying them on the bed, looking up at Kimmi. "I think I know what it's about though. I've kinda already been poking around. Let's hope I make it back alive." She gave the other girl a slight smile as she finished tying her shoes and stood up. "And thanks for helping out. I don't trust the people in this school. Too many secrets and it's only the first day." Jessica stopped at the door and gave a quick wave to her roommate as she opened the door to leave. She nearly trips over a water bottle placed directly outside her door and lets out a quick scream as she grabs onto the door to keep from falling. "Who leaves a bottle...", her voiced trailed off as she saw the note stuck to the side with her name on it. "That son of a...He nearly killed me!" Jessica delivers a quick kick to the bottle and sends it tumbling and rolling to the end of the hallway. She turns back to her roommate and gives an embarrassed smile before closing the door and making her way to the office.<br><br>She didn't like the school at night. It was far too empty and there was something about the hallways that made them creepy when they weren't filled with other people. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she found her way to the offices and knocked tentatively on the door with Mr. Shaw's name on it. It seemed really strange for the dean to be calling people to his office this late but then again, this was the first boarding school she had ever attended. Maybe that's how they do things at these places? Jessica frowned to herself as she readied herself for a lecture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 07:21:31 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Front Office<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br>"Please sit down." He motioned to the padded seat in front of his desk and withdrew a small piece of paper. "Jessica, I asked you to come here to tell me about your powers and how you feel about them. Do you feel you have a perfect handle on them or maybe you need some help?" He asked as he started to scribble something on the paper. His eyes only shifted to meet her for a moment. He was curious to find out how she would react. This was all of course a test.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 07:56:12 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Dean's Office<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br><br>Jessica quietly took a seat, her head hung down slightly as she prepared for the usual lecture she received in these types of situations. She had gotten pretty good at tuning this sort of thing out. When the dean's first words aren't "I'm disappointed in you, Jessica" she snaps her head up to look at him. He wanted to know about her powers, huh? Deep inside her head, a voice cried out to her to not do what she was planning. Well, he asked for it didn't he? A quick little "demonstration" wasn't going to hurt anyone.<br><br>Jessica sat motionless as she looked into Shaw's eyes, almost as if she were waiting for something. Then it happens. Shaw blinks and finds himself and his desk situated atop a snow capped mountain with nothing but other similar mountains as far as the eye can see. The bitter cold winds roar in his ear and sting his skin. The pure white snowflakes cling to him briefly before melting away. The wind whips about madly, violently carrying away the papers laid out on his desk. Another blink and it all ends as abruptly as it had begun. Mr. Shaw was back in his office, with no signs of anything having moved in anyway, including Jessica. She loved doing this to people and it was worth whatever happened next.&nbsp; Her lips grow into a smile as she let go of her hold on his mind. "I don't know Mr. Shaw. Why don't you tell me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 08:01:53 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Front Office<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br>"Wonderful, truly. How would you like the chance to change the world? Help others in need?" He asked and withdrew a key from his desk and set it on the desk in front of her. "What I have here is a key to the basement. It will open the door at midnight tomorrow. If you want to know more about how you can help others, go to one of the 12 doors and don't let anyone see you. At midnight tomorrow, use this key and enter the door. But remember you cannot be seen."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 08:18:59 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Dean's Office<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br><br>Jessica couldn't believe what was going on right now. The key to the basement literally only an arm's length away and staring right back at her. Every bone in her body told her to reach out and take it- don't ask questions just take it. It was just too good to be true. She went through all this, made plans to break in, and now he's just going to present the key to her on a silver platter with some nonsense about helping others? She wasn't going to be fooled by this- not that easy.<br><br>"Just like that, huh?" She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms in front of her chest. "I don't buy it. How does what I do change the world or help others in need? Even if I were to go around putting images of a happy sunshine land in everyone's head, my ability doesn't change anything for the better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 08:21:54 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Front Office<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Shaw's eyes narrowed in a dangerous way. "Look, I told you. The answers you seek will be revealed tomorrow night. If you don't want the key just say so..." He raised a hand and prepared to snap a finger to summon a friend with a very useful power. "I won't ask twice." Shaw stated in a threatening manner and reached out for the key with his free hand. "Last chance."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 08:56:14 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Dean's Office<br>TAGGING: Aaron Shaw<br><br>Jessica's eyes alternate quickly between the key on the desk and Mr. Shaw. "Wait!" She reaches forward and quickly snatches up the key. It was at least an easy way in and she wasn't about to let it slip away. The way Mr. Shaw was looking at her made her wary of what might be in the basement though. Maybe she should bring Kimmi along, just in case? <br><br>Jessica stands up, eager to leave the office and get back to her room. "Is that all?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2013, 09:53:56 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Front Office<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds<br><br>"Yes, that is all. Remember not until midnight tomorrow, they key will not work. And you may not tell anyone about this offer. I will know if you do and there will be punishment for it." Placing the paper he was writing on in his desk Aaron stood up and walked Jessica to the door and made sure she understood what he had told her and the effect it would have on her should she let the secret out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2013, 11:23:27 am</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Well, at least all this walking around was helping her get acquainted with the layout of the school. It's always best to look on the bright side of things, right? There was the key of course, but she didn't know what to think about Mr. Shaw's offer just yet. It felt like a trap. That was silly though, right? This was just a school, not a prison. Something about the excessive surveillance and the way Mr. Shaw looked at her made her think otherwise though. It was only a nibbling doubt but it was still there, growing in her mind as she learned more and more about this school. She looked up the stairs before climbing them, staring into the camera, her hand wrapped around the key in her palm like a safe. Either way, she was going to get to the bottom of this.<br><br>Jessica knocked softly on the door to her room and waited a moment before poking her head inside. "Hey, I'm back." Jessica wandered over to her bed, absently kicking her shoes off as she made her way. She sat there at the edge of her bed in a sort of stunned silence, unsure of whether or not to tell Kimmi what was happening or even where to start if she did decide to share the secret she held in her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 13, 2013, 10:42:27 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Physics classroom, Hallway<br>TAGGING: Thinking, Jacob Crow<br>Samuel cursed when there was no answer, he slammed the phone down and looked at his class. Many of them were either gossiping or had their cellphones out. Most likely sharing the news of what just happened. He tried to think but couldn't because of all the noise. <br>"Alright, every settle down" he said calmly and quickly. No one paid him any attention. He stepped forward, took the stapler off of his desk, and threw at the nearest phone. The student showed nothing but shock on his face, when his phone was suddenly ejected from his hand by the force of his throw. The phone slammed into the wall and shattered in to several pieces. The classroom turned silent, no sound what so ever. "Now that is much better, I want you to stay exactly like this until I return." He then left the classroom, intent of finding Jacob, he didn't have to go far however as he was about to turn a corner, when Jacob ran around it and almost knocked him over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 10:37:42 am</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds <br><br>As Jessica came into the room she would see Kimmi sitting slumped in front of her laptop her hands on the keyboard but not touching it.The screen had a bunch of windows on it opening and closing. Scripts and code flashing by quickly and then closing. And she did not seem to be moving except for short shallow breaths. Her hair fell in front of her face. If Jessica pulled it back she would see her eyes were rolled back into her head completely white and she did not seem to respond to what you were saying.<br><br>She had jerked her head up suddenly and moaned softly and then she blinked a few times and her eyes finally opened and looked over at you looking surprised"Jess? Oh..uh hi?"She looked a bit dazed and her screen stopped flickering and flashing"I uh...I was just checking out the security systems..um..hope I didn't freak you out with that..I suppose I looked a bit freaky.."She looked a bit embarrassed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 12:17:44 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Jessica glanced up curiously at Kimmi, the glow from her computer screen giving her features a certain eeriness. Maybe she didn't hear her come in. "Kimmi?" Jessica got worried when she saw that the other girl was motionless. Did they do something to her while she was gone? She stands up and slowly approaches Kimmi, her hand inching toward Kimmi's shoulder. Jessica quickly jumps back with a scream when Kimmi suddenly comes to life. "What the hell Kimmi?!" Jessica angrily takes a seat back on her bed, her heart slowly calming itself down. <br><br>She seems to become less upset as Kimmi explains what was going on. "God...I thought you were dead or something, Kimmi." Jessica shakes her head, trying to get all the conspiracy theories floating around out of her mind. "Anyway, you're not going to believe this but..." Jessica holds out her hand to show Kimmi the key resting in her palm. "The dean gave me the key to the basement. He said it will open any of the doors tomorrow at midnight. I'm technically supposed to go alone and not tell anyone..." Jessica shrugs her shoulders and gives Kimmi a sly grin. "Never was very good at listening though. You feel like doing some exploring tomorrow?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 02:10:49 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallway<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake stopped short, and noticing that it was Prof. Ervin, said, "Hey! Hello Professor Ervin. Did I, uh...forget my laptop in your class?"</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 04:02:53 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Thinking, Jacob Crow<br>"As a matter of fact you did Jacob." Samuel replied with no emotion. He saw Jake move to get it and stepped in front of him. "Now just a moment,' he paused then continued. "Jacob you just destroyed my blackboard, and scared the life out of me. Now before I let you go back in there you need to answer me two questions. What exactly did you just do, and is it going to happen again?" The boy seemed nervous, and it seemed like he was distracted. Maybe if he could be calmed down he could resume his class. But how, maybe have Jake find a happy place? He looked at Jake again, and realized that wouldn't work, it wouldn't be real enough. Samuel wished that he could make real, like Jessica's ability. All of sudden he felt a quick, sharp pain in the back of his head, and then he started hearing voices, thoughts, sentences, and emotions.... but they weren't his. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 09:36:34 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallway<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake's face was frozen except for when he cringed a little hearing about the blackboard. "Uhhh... `Do' Professor Ervin...?" He sighed. Welp, this was it. The proverbial jig was up. "...I don't know. I don't remember."</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 09:45:14 pm</strong>
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				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds <br><br>She looked at you and blushed a bit"uhh...sorry..I was not expecting you to come back so quick...."She sits back"Uhh...well...my power is I can project myself into electrical systems. And I can touch anything with moving parts and understand how they work..."She looked down"But only problem is I can't go into a system with out sort of dazing out..."She sighs looking at you"i didn't mean to freak you out or anything...sorry."She looked with interest and smirks"Oh fuck yeah I wanna go....I mean if there's anything that key won't let us into I can probably bypass it."She stood up"But we should not keep this all to our lonesome...we should get some others involved."she smiled"Do you know anyone else around here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 09:59:45 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION:Hallway<br>TAGGING: Hearing, Jacob Crow<br>Samuel lost Jacobs next statement, because it was drowned out by the thoughts of all of the students and teachers in all the nearby classrooms. "So this is telepathy" he said to no one in particular. "I always thought it would be...different." His mind was retrieving, analyzing, and storing every thought that it came across. How was he doing this? Samuel brainstormed, he quickly found that he couldn't think straight. He immediately tried to block out the foreign thoughts that he was hearing. Things ranging from "What the hell is trigonometry?!" to "I wonder if I could freeze the teacher from here." All of it was truly fascinating, but Samuel wanted to know how he was capable of doing this. With effort he managed to block them out, one by one. After a few minutes, the only thoughts he heard were his own. Finally, peace and quiet. He pondered on the origin of this ability. Nothing could have caused this except...Jessica, yes that was it, Jessica happened. The link between his mind and hers must have done something to his mind. Like it learned how to do the same thing she did. He had to find out more. He looked over at Jake, a frown on his face. "I need you to find Ms. Schmidt, quickly"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 10:35:45 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallway<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Happy with the change of subject, Jake muttered, "Uhhh...okay!" And took that opportunity to leave.<br>Miss Schmidt... In her classroom setting up, maybe...? Jake headed straight there and tried to nonchalantly walk past her front door.</span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 11:04:40 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Kimmi August<br><br>Jessica arches an eyebrow as Kimmi details her ability. "Well, that's convenient. You can hack into machines, I can hack into people. We could make quite the team, huh?" Jessica laughs with amusement at the arrangement fate had thrown into her lap...sometimes fate was funny like that. Jessica leaned back as she thought about the other students she met so far. "I've only really met one other student so far...and funny enough, he was trying to get into the basement too. Don't know what his ability is but I think his name is like Jack or something. I'd know him if I saw him anyway." <br><br>Jessica thinks on Kimmi's suggestion momentarily, sighing at how much trouble keeping all of this a secret would be. "If you really think we need help we could ask around during lunch or something I guess. But this is supposed to be a secret so let's try to keep it that way, ok? The dean was pretty forceful about making sure I knew what would happen if I told someone else." Jessica seemingly became lost in her thoughts as she thought of what the dean could actually do to back up all his threats. Surely he couldn't do anything more extreme than detention or suspension, right? And heck, Jessica would almost welcome expulsion so it was hard to even consider that a punishment. Still, she didn't want to find out. Nearly the entire staff here gave her the creeps. <br><br>Jessica seemingly shrugs to no one in particular. "Well, I think I'm going to go to bed. I haven't eaten since I got here because of all the stuff that's been going on. I'd like to get to breakfast while there's still food left. See you at lunch?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2013, 11:21:01 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Classroom<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow<br><br>Karen never really had dreams.&nbsp; Not real dreams, where the imagination soars and wild things happen.&nbsp; She usually instead had fragments of memories.&nbsp; And it usually caused for fitful sleeping.&nbsp; Most of the night, however, her mind was eased.&nbsp; Dreamless.&nbsp; Towards dawn, however, bits and pieces floated to the surface.&nbsp; Her life in Boston, teaching her students...their smiling faces.&nbsp; It caused for fitful sleep, for she missed them so.&nbsp; However, she was still able to sleep through these.&nbsp; Then an auditory memory drifted up.&nbsp; <em>"I have to get an 'A' in your class...."</em>&nbsp; Her eyes snapped open and she bolted into an upright sitting position.&nbsp; Blinking, her eyes scanned the room for a moment, before she remembered where she was.&nbsp; The school...in her room.&nbsp; She relaxed a bit and looked toward the windows as the sunlight peeked over the horizon, light filtering into the room.&nbsp; Slipping from under the single white sheet that covered her, she stood, barefoot, on the wooden floor.&nbsp; She stretched up onto her tip toes, and then lowered back down, all the while staring out the window.<br>After several long moments of just standing there, enjoying the view, she moved and extracted an outfit for the day from the closet.&nbsp; A light green cardigan to wear over a white tank top that had lace along the bust line, and a pair of light khaki pants.&nbsp; Moving to the bathroom, she showered and was soon dressed and brushing out her hair.<br>Finally, she moved back to the bedroom, scooping up her glasses and pushing them up onto her nose delicately.<br>She looked back out the windows, smiling softly.&nbsp; ...She had high hopes that today would be a good day.<br><br>Karen had left her room later in the morning; her first period was a planning period, thankfully, and she hoped to get a chance to review some student files before her first class.&nbsp; She'd taken her supplies to her room and dropped them off, then run to the vacant cafeteria, getting a plain bagel and cream cheese.&nbsp; Carrying a paper plate with her breakfast on it back to her classroom, she blocked the door open so the room wouldn't become stuffy, and sat at the desk.<br>It was a while later when she noticed a sudden movement outside the door.&nbsp; With half a slice of a bagel hanging from her mouth, she looked up from a file and blinked, spotting a student.&nbsp; A student she recognized.&nbsp; "Jmakfe?" she let out, before flushing and quickly taking the bagel out, setting it on the plate.&nbsp; She stood and moved out to the doorway.&nbsp; "What are you doing out of class?" she asked, concerned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2013, 12:12:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Outside Miss Schmidt's English Classroom<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Karen Schmidt<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake stood with his mouth slightly agape, and standing awkwardly. He really didn't know how to answer her question. "I spazzed-out?" No... That wouldn't do. "I dunno?" Ugh. Worse.<br>His mouth just kept getting wider until finally, he just decided on the simplest reason he was there, but it came out like he was a pod-person, "Uhhh... Professor Ervin wants you. He's...outside his classroom. Come quickly."</span></span><br></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2013, 02:16:27 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside of Sam's Classroom<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Watching as the teen's mouth slowly opened wider as he searched for the words he wanted to use to answer her question with, Karen arched an eyebrow, a small humored smile coming to her lips.&nbsp; At his words, however, the smile faded down to a curious frown.&nbsp; She nodded, pulling her keys from her slacks pocket, and closed up her classroom, locking the door so no one got into her paperwork or student files.&nbsp; "Lead the way, if you don't mind, dear," she spoke as she turned back to Jake.&nbsp; She didn't know where Sam's classroom was, and thus, needed a guide.&nbsp; She followed behind the young male as he led the way, her stride hurried, and her gaze a mixture of curiosity and mild concern.<br>When they rounded a corner and Sam came into sight, her pace quickened and she brushed softly past Jake, moving to Sam.&nbsp; "Samuel?&nbsp; What is it?&nbsp; What's wrong?" she asked, her concern evident in her tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2013, 08:53:18 am</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning<br>LOCATION:Hallway<br>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jacob Crow<br>"Hello Karen, I need..." Samuel's voice trailed off, what he was hearing was incredible, but he was concerned as to why he couldn't control it, he couldn't block them out like before. And the amount of thoughts were increasing exponentially, if felt like he was listening to the entire school. "I can hear them, all of them" he said with a grin "Like Jessica" Saying her name brought him out of his revere, and he was about to ask Karen to help him find her, when he heard another thought, but it was different than the others, more violent. He cocked his head as if actually hearing physically. How interesting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2013, 02:13:39 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:Kimmi August<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br>LOCATION: Room<br>TAGGING: Jessica Reynolds <br><br>Looking at you smirking"Well then I guess that's why we got put together. Well...OK...maybe we should get this guy in on it...I have a few things to take care of and I will go get some food. Go forth my dear and get some food in yer gut...I am gonna get some things figured out. I am going to go into the electrical systems and see what I can find. I like to know what I am getting myself into and if i have to have an cameras that need to go offline some how. I don't want you getting into shit with the dean...I am a criminal..your not. Lets keep it that eh? I will come down at dinner and we can figure things out if you can meet up with this guy you were talking about. I will see you later."She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2013, 02:32:27 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside of Sam's Classroom<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Karen watched Samuel as he spoke.&nbsp; She tilted her head and frowned in concern.&nbsp; He seemed to be listening to something.&nbsp; She reached out and put her hands on his shoulders, trying to ground him.&nbsp; "Samuel.&nbsp; Focus, alright?&nbsp; Listen to my voice and focus on me.&nbsp; What's going on?&nbsp; What are you hearing?" she asked, concerned he may be hallucinating.&nbsp; In any case, the teen was clearly having a problem focusing.&nbsp; Karen was concerned that perhaps his position as a teacher was overwhelming him; that it was too much to handle and was causing mental problems from him.&nbsp; Handling so many students was a lot to ask of someone his age; hell, she had a problem with it herself, and she at least had some experience.&nbsp; She watched him worriedly as she waited to see if he could respond to her, or if she needed to find someone else to help.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2013, 12:18:56 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria/Math <br>TAGGING: First Day<br><br>(Going ahead and moving on to morning with the rest of you guys since I don't have anything else to do during sunday night.)<br><br>Privacy...you never realize how important it is until it's gone. The sudden realization of what the rest of the year was going to be like in this school came barreling down on Jessica when she awoke in the morning. She was going to have to share everything; the room, the bathroom, and not to mention the communal microwave located in the common room at the end of the hall. It all just made her even more hopelessly homesick. She wanted her own bed back, her own bathroom, and gosh dang it, her own microwave. It wasn't like she could just not take a shower every morning though, so she quietly packed up her things and a change of clothes and made her way down the hall to the bathroom. <br><br>After dealing with the alien experience of going about her morning routine in the company of complete strangers, Jessica makes her way down to the cafeteria to get an early breakfast. She definitely wasn't used to getting up early enough for breakfast; it was usually hard enough to get her to wake up in time for school much less breakfast. The anxiety she was feeling did a great job of keeping her awake all night though. Jessica takes pretty much one of everything offered to her and finds a table where she can be alone- not because she was feeling shy but because the lack of sleep left her feeling more like throwing a cup of coffee in someone's face rather than making polite conversation. <br><br>Breakfast went by uneventfully. As she finished, Jessica pulled out her cellphone, staring at her reflection in the black screen and frowning at how terrible she looked. With a sigh, she turned it on to check the time. 6:45 already? Oh great...she had to be in class in fifteen minutes. And not just any class...but math class. Whose cruel idea was it to have each new day greet her with a heaping pile of that crap? Just another lovely thing to add onto the growing list of reasons why she hated this place. Jessica sighs in disgust as she grabs her backpack and throws it onto her shoulder. It was going to be a long day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 18, 2013, 10:20:41 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Infirmary<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>When Sam didn't respond, Karen frowned softly and sighed, moving and slipping under one of his arms, putting the arm over her shoulders.&nbsp; "Jake, get his other arm, would you?&nbsp; We need to get him to the infirmary," she said.&nbsp; When the student moved and had Sam's other arm, she moved with both of them, getting Sam to the infirmary.&nbsp; There was staff there now, and, getting him on a bed, she described what she'd observed going on with him, then, with the assurances of the staff that they would take care of Sam, she nodded and left the infirmary with Jake.&nbsp; She sighed, concern evident on her features for a moment before she looked at Jake and gave a soft smile.&nbsp; "Come on," she said, walking back to Sam's class with him.&nbsp; It was a good thing her first period was a planning period.<br><br>She walked into the physics class, holding her head high to take authority over the students.&nbsp; Her eyes went to the blackboard, but she made no comment and soon disregarded it as she turned to the students.&nbsp; "Suffice it to say that your class has turned into a study period for the day.&nbsp; Please study quietly, whatever subject you choose to study.&nbsp; You may get into groups to study, so long as you are studying the same subject.&nbsp; Again, quietly, please," she said.&nbsp; She nodded to the students that they could get to it, then began to make a sign for the rest of Sam's classes for that day to put on the door; that students were to report to the library for a study period in lieu of physics class for the day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2013, 04:10:32 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: First Day<br><br>Well, on the bright side, the school day was half over. That's what Jessica kept telling herself as she stood in line, her boredom doing little to help keep her tired eyes open. She mentally entertained the idea of learning how to use her ability while sleeping so she could get some rest during these boring classes. The first day was always so boring anyway, just refreshers and introductions, it's not like she'd miss anything. Maybe she could talk Kimmi into being a test subject?<br><br>The girl scanned over the crowd in the cafeteria, looking for either Kimmi or that guy from the other day that she was supposed to recruit. Not being able to find either one of her "friends" she sat at one of the less occupied tables, her cheek resting against her hand and her eyes falling shut as she dips her spoon into the chili. <br><br>She actually dozes off in that awkward position for several minutes before suddenly snapping awake. She needed to look for that boy from the infirmary, she told Kimmi she would. She sighs as she frowns down at her spoon, swirling the soupy chili out of boredom. She had no idea how she was going to make it to midnight at this pace but there was no way she was going to let sleep get in the way of her curiosity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2013, 04:30:11 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br><br>Paint stained her face and her clothes.&nbsp; But it was never anything she'd minded before, and it wasn't something she minded now.&nbsp; Even if other students were stopping and staring, she paid them no heed, didn't seem to notice the looks or murmurs at all.&nbsp; She went through the line, looking at the selection, before spotting something definitely familiar to her palette.&nbsp; Chicken and dumplings.&nbsp; Hoping that it was flavorful, and not a pasty mess, Pen requested the meal and took the offered bowl, as well as a couple of rolls, then turned to find a table.<br><br>Most of the tables were crowded.&nbsp; It seemed the school was quickly dividing into little cliques, people quickly filling into the niches of the social ladder.&nbsp; Penelope had always been one to walk to the beat of her own drum; she didn't really fit with any one social group.&nbsp; She looked around and, seeing a girl that appeared to be dozing off over a bowl of chili, she sat down across from her and a couple of seats down.&nbsp; Her eyes were on the other girl as she began to eat her own food, concerned that the girl was going to tip forward and splatter into her chili any minute.&nbsp; But soon the girl's eyes snapped open and Pen looked away, now minding her own business as she continued to eat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2013, 07:24:25 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">NAME:&nbsp; Jake Crow<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Hallway, Infirmary, Physics Room, Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin, Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds, Penelope Archer<br><br>Jake looked back toward the Physics class where he hoped his laptop still remained before he complied in helping Miss Schmidt escort Professor Ervin to the Infirmary. Once there, he couldn't wait to get out. He left as soon as he got the chance and quickly made his way back to the Physics classroom. He looked to the front row where he'd been sitting. Thank god it was still there. He went down to get it, intent on leaving, when he saw Miss Schmidt come in. He sat down briefly, listened to what she had to say, then when he saw her go for some materials, he got up and left the class, intent on going to the Cafeteria to get something to eat. He was starved!</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2013, 07:32:03 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Penelope Archer<br><br>Jessica starts stretching, a yawn partly escaping from her mouth before she catches sight of the girl sitting across from her. Geez, where did she come from? Jessica scrambles to cover her mouth with her hand as she stifles the rest of her yawn now that she wasn't alone. Her eyes blink wearily as she looks across the table, not even bothering to be subtle as she studied the other girl. Oh lord, she looked like the stereotypical quirky girl in every one of those "nerdy girl gets popular" romantic comedies. Jessica smiles and lets out a quiet chuckle at her own thoughts, finally straightening up, a hint of red on her cheek where she rested against her hand. "Art class is a bitch, huh?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2013, 09:51:50 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning, Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallway, Infirmary, Cafeteria.&nbsp; <br>TAGGING: Thinking, Jessica Reynolds, Penelope Archer. <br>Samuel was so caught up in his new found ability that he barely registered being escorted to the infirmary. Once there the various staff and nurses that worked there, literally bombarded him with questions. None of which he answered in the slightest. For about an hour or two the staff wasn't sure what to do with Samuel, eventually they just let him go, although he didn't show much interest in his surroundings. He was just learning so much, so fast. Everything from knowledge gleamed from the minds of other teachers, to the dirty secrets of the students. He silently walked through the hallways, lost in thought, or <em>thoughts</em>. When he suddenly found himself in the cafeteria, he wasn't hungry, and all the noise, physical and mental, was making it hard to concentrate, so he decided to leave. Just as he was about to turn around, he spotted Jessica Reynolds. Instantly he gravitated over to her, hoping that she could give him what he wanted. Samuel sat right beside Jessica in one fluid motion. "Hello, Jessica" he said quickly, not evening noticing the other girl. His mind was completely focused on Jessica, curious as whether or not she would help him. Given their previous encounter, the odds were against him.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2013, 04:00:35 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Pen blinked, her sienna brown eyes coming up from the chicken and dumplings in front of her.&nbsp; "Art class?" she spoke, tilting her head.&nbsp; What made this girl think she'd been in art class?&nbsp; She looked down and noted that, as was a norm for her, she was dotted with paint.&nbsp; Ah, of course.&nbsp; She shook her head, though.&nbsp; "Haven't been to art yet," she said.&nbsp; "I was painting my..." she started, but cut off as the physics teacher was suddenly seated next to the girl across from her, his full attention on her.&nbsp; Pen tilted her head, curious.&nbsp; What sort of relationship was this?&nbsp; She took another bite of her food, watching with interest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2013, 06:52:40 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Penelope Archer, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica's face fell forward into her hands and her shoulders slumped when Mr. Ervin sat down next to her. With the way today was going, she wouldn't be surprised if the roof decided to collapse on top of her just so life could make sure the day ended on a high note. Her hands slowly slide down her face as she lets out a frustrated sigh, looking visibly annoyed at the presence of the teacher seated next to her. "You know the teachers sit over there, right?" Jessica gestures across the room with a sweep of her hand to the other side of the cafeteria where all the staff were sitting. She turns slightly in her seat to face Mr. Ervin, immediately regretting the decision when her eyes fall upon that same intense expression on his face from yesterday. God...she really wished he'd stop that. Jessica groans in dissatisfaction as she shakes her head in disbelief. "<em>What</em> do you want?" Her voice was flat with a hint of frustration mixed in for good measure. She was really beginning to wonder if something wasn't wrong with this guy...it didn't help that he wouldn't stop looking at her like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2013, 08:19:05 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Morning, Noon<br>LOCATION:Cafeteria. <br>TAGGING: Thinking, Jessica Reynolds, Penelope Archer. <br>Samuel could almost feel Jessica's thoughts of disgust in his head, intriguing. "You don't like the way I look at you, eh?" And with that his face went blank, emotionless. "And what I want is to know how you control your ability, I can't seem to stop the thoughts from coming in, yours included." He cocked his head as if listening. "I would never guessed that you were taken by the government, nor that you were used to interrogate people of <em>interest</em>." He looked over at Jessica. "And nothing is wrong with me Jessica, not in the slightest." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2013, 10:21:24 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Penelope Archer, Samuel Ervin<br><br>She wasn't sure how but Mr. Ervin had become even creepier. His intense staring and constantly studying her like some kind of lab experiment was unsettling...but somehow his blank and emotionless face was even more so. How does someone become this terrible at dealing with people? <br><br>Jessica listens halfheartedly as he talks about her ability. She really didn't care and she had no idea why he even thought she would. Then he brings up her most sensitive of memories...experiences she had buried, hidden away deep in her mind. She always told herself that those weren't her memories...it wasn't her that did those things. <br><br>Her mouth hangs open slightly in shock, a fire building in her stomach as her thoughts turned toward anger. She stands up, her eyes narrowed and looking down at him with anger. Her teeth nearly chattered in her mouth and her hand shook slightly as she pointed accusingly toward Mr. Ervin. "You steal my powers, put me in the infirmary, and then you just start going through all of my thoughts? And after all that you want me to help you?!" Jessica stopped briefly, an incredulous look on her face as she nearly growled in frustration. Her whole body was shaking at this point as tears collected in the corner of her eyes. Her mouth opens briefly as she prepares to start telling Mr. Ervin where he can shove his request for help but all she can manage is an uneven sob...her rage was quickly transforming into something else. <br><br>Everyone was looking at this point but she didn't care. Jessica slowly turns away from Mr. Ervin, her drooping posture betraying her emotions. She lifts up her lunch tray with little enthusiasm as she prepares to leave, a sniff escaping from her as she struggles to hold it all back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2013, 11:05:45 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Cafeteria<br>As far as Sam could tell, he couldn't feel any true emotion, his mind just simply couldn't do it. It was his one major flaw, his one problem. But something about Jessica made all of that.... irrelevant. That's the best way he could put it. As he watched her hold back tears, he suddenly felt sorry for her, and regretted what he had said. He didn't know why, this emotion was unknown to him, he had never experienced it before. He didn't know what to do, then he realized. He knew exactly what he should do. He stood up swiftly and walked in front of her. He softly grabbed her arm, and pictured all of her pain disappearing, instantly gone, all those horrible memories gone, nothing but happiness. And that's exactly what happened. Subconsciously his mind also retrieved all of his thoughts from her mind, and studied whatever it could about her ability. He didn't know why he took such extreme measures to rid her of her pain, he just felt that it was right. Eventually he let go of her, and backed away. He still felt sympathy, and sorrow. He couldn't will the emotions away, they just stayed. He looked into her eyes, with true emotion on his face. "I.... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to...." And just like that, as if a switch was flipped, he was back to his emotionless self. Which greatly disturbed him. "I....I..... need to go." His face went blank again. And with that he left the cafeteria, confused at what he had just done. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2013, 01:18:54 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Morning<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Cafeteria<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Penelope Archer, Jessica Reynolds<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake entered the cafeteria, put in his earbuds, and picked up his food. All the while he was thinking, trying to come up with what had happened during the `gap’ in his memory. Maybe the school had it recorded on all the cameras Shaw had everywhere…? And what was up with Ervin? And could Miss Schmidt be trusted…?<br>He started walking blindly to get a seat. He saw Jessica seated at a table with a girl he didn’t really recognize. <em>Oh, I’ll sit with Jessica. Maybe we can talk about how I <strong>totally</strong> saved her ass and caught holy hell for it! Waitaminute… Who’s that sitting with her…? Oh, nevermind, it’s Ervin!</em> He quickly changed direction and began heading off toward the other side of the cafeteria.<br>Then he saw heads turn to look back in that direction. He turned around. Jessica was now standing, and appeared visibly upset. <em>Well now I <span class="bbc_u">have</span> to go back over there.</em> And he did.<br>By the time he got there, Ervin had headed off, appearing not to notice him. Jake stopped and stood there, looking at Jessica, a bit of a stupid look on his face.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2013, 12:54:06 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Samuel Ervin, Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica nearly spilled her lunch into the floor when she violently pulls her arm away from Mr. Ervin. She sits the tray back down where she got it and focuses back on the teacher. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!" the anger was back and his quick exit soon left her without someone to focus it on...at least until Jake walked over with that big stupid grin on his face. "You! I almost broke my neck when I tripped over your little surprise this morning! And how do you even know where I live?!" Her hands find themselves on her hips as she slowly tries to calm her breathing, not even sure why she was angry in the first place. As her eyes focus on him, waiting for his reaction, her eyes catch sight of those white cords leading to his ears. "Are you even listening to me?!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2013, 01:05:55 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways <br>Tagging: Thinking <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Samuel was... upset, or at least his version of it. That brief sense of emotion back in the cafeteria, left him... rattled. And he still didn't quite understand what he just done to Jessica. He knew what he had said somehow hurt her, emotionally. He just didn't understand why. He walked the hallways slowly back to his quarters. As he rounded a corner, he nearly ran into Karen, seemingly on her way to lunch. "Hello Karen" he said distractedly, and what seemed like a hint of guilt. He swiftly brushed past her. He walked a few feet, when he felt her grab his arm, he looked back at her face, showing what look like concern. He jerked her arm off, and continued walking. He heard his name called, but he simply blocked it out. He decided to block everything out, he needed time to think, and to analyze what he had just learned of Jessica's ability. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2013, 04:05:25 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">A look of recognition flashed across Jake's face. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears and said, "Sorry, what was that...?"</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 12:51:45 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica folded her arms in front of her, glaring at Jake. With Mr. Ervin gone, she had settled down quite a bit but she still found herself contemplating kicking Jake in the shin just for being so oblivious. It wouldn't do her any good, and she said she would recruit Jake, not beat him up. She sighed and rolled her eyes at the thought of what she was about to do. "Sit down. I need to talk to you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 01:15:27 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Dean's Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Samuel Ervin, Aaron Shaw<br><br>On her way to lunch, Karen looked up from some papers as she heard Samuel greet her.&nbsp; "Oh, hello..." she started, but then paused as he moved past her.&nbsp; She turned to watch him for a second, then moved and grabbed his arm.&nbsp; "Samuel, are you alright?" she asked.&nbsp; But he didn't respond.&nbsp; Just pulled away and kept going.&nbsp; "Samuel!&nbsp; ..." she called after him, staring.&nbsp; ...That did it.&nbsp; Samuel was clearly not suited to teaching, not ready for the stresses the job presented.&nbsp; She turned on her heel and headed for the dean's office, intent on speaking with Aaron about Samuel and making him see that a teen could not handle the pressures of instructing other teens.<br><br><hr><br>NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin (exiting), Jake Crow<br><br>What was going on?&nbsp; The other girl had seemed endlessly upset one minute with something Mr. Ervin had said, and then the next...the next, she was asking black melty-fire boy to sit down.&nbsp; How did she know him?&nbsp; Did she know what he could do??&nbsp; Penelope stared down at her chicken and dumplings, pushing them around.&nbsp; It'd be rude to get up and run away...let alone walk away.&nbsp; But she'd lost her appetite and was hard pressed not to do just that.&nbsp; Bolt back to the safety of her room and her paints.&nbsp; She swallowed and sat still, trying not to show how uneasy she was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 01:49:04 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel <br>&nbsp;Samuel was so caught up in thought, that he nearly missed the newcomer's greeting. He looked up from his revere, taking in the elegant clothing that the man dressed himself in. " You have been told truthfully, what was it? Zaniel?" Samuel replied quickly "If you're wishing to apply for a job, you would to see the dean." He looked around the hallways, getting his bearings. He hadn't paid much attention to where he had wounded up in the hallways. 'His office should be just down that hallway" He nodded to the long hallway on his right. He looked back at Zaniel curiously. "Obviously you're a mutant, considering your question, so If I may ask, what is your talent?&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 02:11:35 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>Samuel became suspicious when Zaniel coyly avoided his question, but none the less, he could easily find out. Even now, his mind was scanning Zaniel's, not on purpose though, but he did find Zaniel's ability, interesting. Samuel couldn't seem to control this new found ability, which greatly troubled him. He returned his attention to Zaniel. "Trying to keep secrets are we? he said dryly "You'll find that in this school, it's very hard to keep secrets safe from prying eyes." Samuel's face lit up with a small grin, which disappeared as quickly. " This school's purpose is to give mutants a safe place to learn to control their abilities, and use them for the betterment of mankind. Now if you would follow me,<em> Senor</em>, I'll lead show you the way to Mr. Shaw's office." And with that he swiftly turned on his heels, and made his way for the dean's office. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 02:33:17 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>Samuel smiled ruefully "So I take it you have experience with telepathy, trust me it wasn't intentional, I don't exactly have... control over it. At least not just yet." he looked back at Zaniel, and particularity his sword. "I have a feeling that if you were to give me a sword, I could easily match you in skill. He nodded at the man's weapon. "It would be most embarrassing indeed" he said sarcastically. He stopped before the dean's office, and swiftly turned around. My position in this school is being the physics teacher, if you must know." he turned back around "Here we are" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 02:59:03 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Cafeteria<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Penelope Archer<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">When Jessica folded her arms, a slight smile crossed Jake's mouth, but when she rolled her eyes and told him to sit, his mouth dropped open a bit, another slightly stupified look on his face. "Uhhh...okay..." He was <span class="bbc_u">not</span> expecting this.<br>Sitting down, he noticed the girl splattered with paint sitting there as well. He gave her an amicable, "Hi," with a meager grimace. Then, lifting a finger to indicate on his own face where she had some paint spattered on hers, pointing out the obvious, he added, "You got a little..." before thinking better of it and just smiled and said, "You know what...? Nevermind."<br>He turned his attention back to the apparently <em>very</em> serious Jessica, and, shoving a spoonful of potato salad in his mouth, asked, "Sho wut'sh thith abut?" Realizing what he'd just done, he chewed a few times, swallowed big, then turned to her again as though for the first time. "So what's this about?"</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:05:24 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside of Dean's Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Zaniel, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Karen rounded the corner and came up short.&nbsp; There was a strange man and Samuel.&nbsp; And the man had swords.&nbsp; "EXCUSE ME!" she let out, outraged as she shot forward.&nbsp; She was there within seconds and moved in between the strange man and Samuel.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed.&nbsp; "You will put away those swords <strong>this instant</strong> or I will burn your face off!&nbsp; Do you understand me?" she snapped defensively.&nbsp; No one threatened a teen, student or teacher, under her watch.&nbsp; She stared down the strange man with a harsh glare, waiting on his move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:08:31 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Samuel was actually caught by surprise when Zaniel procured a second sword almost identical to the first one, but only for a moment. He gently took the blade, his face seemingly covered in regret, but anyone who truly knew him, would know that it was all a ruse. He assessed the sword's weight, and pointed it upward. "A battle it is then, if you lose I suppose this would be a dream to you wouldn't it, or maybe a nightmare?" He grinned somewhat nervously "Please, you make the first move, I wouldn't know where to start, since I've never held a sword before." Then, seemingly out of nowhere Karen came screaming at Zaniel, something about putting the swords away. "Oh, Karen calm down, He's not threatening anyone." he said sternly "Now if you'd please vacate the area, we are about to duel after all." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:19:03 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>Samuel cocked his head over at Zaniel. "Very well then" He took the sword in his hand flipped the point outward to Zaniel, and threw directly into the mans empty sheathe. He then turned to Karen "Why hello Karen, what a surprise to see you here, I take it that you are here to see Mr. Shaw?" He wasn't reading her mind, for some reason his ability decided to shut off all of a sudden. Intriguing. But no he simply used logic to determine why Karen would be in this part of the school, which was quite easy to deduce, especially since it was lunch time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:29:36 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside of Dean's Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Zaniel, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Karen calmed just slightly when the man seemed to concede to her will.&nbsp; But Samuel instantly raised her ire.&nbsp; She turned to him and reached out to pull the sword he had from his grasp, only for him to throw it.&nbsp; She stepped back and gaped, her eyes following it as it went into the sheath.&nbsp; And then he addressed her and her eyes narrowed.&nbsp; He was not fit to teach at all.&nbsp; Throwing around dangerous weapons, inciting strangers to duels...all on school grounds where students could easily be drawn in by the noise and get harmed.&nbsp; She wheeled around on the man as he all but taunted Samuel.&nbsp; "You will <strong>not</strong> be dueling any teenagers on school grounds, whether that teenager be a student or teacher!" she snapped.&nbsp; She then turned on Samuel.&nbsp; "And you, you should know better, as a teacher!&nbsp; You're going to get someone hurt, probably yourself!" she clipped out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:36:33 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>Samuel sighed as he was being berated for his actions, but when he heard her saying that he would hurt himself, he spoke up. "Karen, honestly, how do you know I would have hurt myself?" he said sternly "You nothing of my mutant ability, nor what skills I may or may not possess." he paused for any reply that may she may have then continued. "I may look like a helpless teenager, but I can guarantee you, I am nothing of the sort." He turned his attention to Zaniel as he addressed Karen as well. "Ah so that is why you are here, interesting." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:44:37 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Penelope Archer<br><br>Jessica's head slumped forward as Jake proceeded to make an absolute fool out of himself, her hands resting on her forehead and her fingers moving through her hair. It's like everything he did was meant to embarrass her. Jessica shook her head while staring down at the table, a barely audible murmur coming from her, "What am I doing?" She felt like this awkward boy sitting next to her was destroying her chance to make real, normal friends in this place. It would be best if she just got this over with as quick as possible. <br><br>"Well, while you were busy planting traps at my front door, I was busy actually getting a way into the basement...you know...like you said you could." Jessica reaches into her pocket and lays a key out onto the table. "For some reason my roommate wanted me to ask you to come with us." Her head shifts slightly so she can look at Jake. She winces and rolls her eyes in disgust at his eating habits. "I'm not sure why."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 03:57:42 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Morning<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside of Dean's Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Zaniel, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Karen ignored Zaniel for a moment, turning to the teenager.&nbsp; "Oh, I'm sorry, Samuel.&nbsp; Are you saying that you have a full grasp on your abilities?&nbsp; Or furthermore, that your abilities may exceed whatever grasp this man has on his?" she said with a deliberate raise of her brow.&nbsp; "By all means, then, challenge him to a duel.&nbsp; <em>But it will not take place on school grounds, am I perfectly clear?</em>" she said sternly.&nbsp; "If I catch you doing such a thing on school grounds, especially out in the open where a <strong>student</strong> could be harmed&nbsp; I will see to it that the Dean knows and deals with you appropriately," she said.&nbsp; She then let out a terse sigh and turned to Zaniel.&nbsp; She pursed her lips and turned toward the Dean's office.&nbsp; "If the Dean is in, I'm sure he can give you a tour of the facility.&nbsp; If not...I could attempt to give you a tour, though honestly, I'm still learning the school's layout a bit myself," she said.&nbsp; She glanced at Samuel over her shoulder.&nbsp; He'd probably be better suited to give a tour, but she didn't know if she trusted the teen to do so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 04:06:41 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel <br>&nbsp;"Shouldn't we leave a tour to someone who knows the school like the back of his hand?" Samuel quipped sarcastically "And look forward to that duel Zaniel, but I must insist that I tag along, other wise" He paused searching for the words. "Su querida belleza aquí, puede llegar usted perdió." he looked at the two adults. "So where is this tour going first?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 04:29:34 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Outside of Dean's Office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Zaniel, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Karen stared at Samuel, acting every bit the spoiled teen he was currently.&nbsp; He clearly had no respect for her, speaking as sarcastically as he was.&nbsp; On top of that, he chose to speak in a language he had obviously come to understand she had no knowledge of.&nbsp; While Zaniel did so clearly out of habit, Samuel was doing it to undermine her.&nbsp; She jumped suddenly as her watch went off and looked at the time with a frown.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, Senor Zaniel, I'm going to have to entrust you to Samuel's hands.&nbsp; Please don't let him incite you to a duel on school grounds," she spoke with a small, and hopefully respectful, smile.&nbsp; "And Samuel," she spoke, clearly stiff as she turned to him.&nbsp; "Don't worry about your classes or students.&nbsp; I've left a sign directing them to the library for a study period in lieu of classes for the day.&nbsp; Since you seemed unwell earlier," she said.&nbsp; "That being said, I need to go get my classroom set up before students begin to show up.&nbsp; Forgive me," she said, nodding to both males before making her exit.&nbsp; And hoping that it wasn't a mistake.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 05:16:08 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">When Jessica shook her head, Jake looked confused. He quickly looked at the paint-splattered girl and said rhetorically, "What...?"<br><br>His eyebrows frowned at "planting traps at my front door", then his lips came together in a half-smirk and his head raised a bit in recognition. Then when she laid the key on the table, he looked at it, slightly in awe. <em>That couldn't be for the basement...</em> He thought, then looked back to her. <em>She-- Nah...</em><br><br>After she spoke, he quickly defended, "No...! That water-bottle wasn't a <em>trap</em>... I was trying to get it back to you seeing as how you `left' it in the infirmary..."<br>Then, suddenly realizing what she had said, his brain playing catch-up, he stammered, "Your-- Your <em>roommate</em>..." He shot a quick glance at Paint-Splattered Girl, and said, "Oh...!" Then, he leaned into Jessica a bit and said in a low voice, "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Is this your roommate...?</span>" Then he smiled at Paint-Splattered Girl before continuing to respond to Jessica, "Ah, sure, your--" air quotes, "`room-mate' wanted me to come along." He smiled, pleased with himself, and nodded before answering with a shrug of one of his shoulders. "Sure, I'll come along. I already saved your ass once..." He stretched and put his hands behind is head, satisfied, and cockily said, "May as well do it again."</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 09:00:43 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: Outside of Dean's office<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>&nbsp;Samuel watched for Karen's reaction, and based on her stiffness towards him, he had annoyed her. But he simply lost interest in her, more interested in the possibility of a duel. It seemed that the Spaniard known as Zaniel, was a swordsman, and hopefully a good one. When Karen walked off to her classroom, Samuel took the opportunity to pursue the duel again. "Of course Zaniel, but I was thinking that we had all day to tour the school, since it is only-" He looked down to check his watch. "-12:23, so perhaps we continue our duel outside in the parking lot. Then I can show you what this school really has to offer." Secretly he hoped that the Spaniard would accept the challenge, after all Samuel had always wanted to learn some swordsmanship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 10:47:39 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; In her classroom<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Karen pulled out her phone and dialed the number, holding the cell against her shoulder with her cheek as she began to walk the classroom and distribute books and syllabi alike onto the desks.&nbsp; "Mr. Shaw?" she spoke as she heard the receiver on the other end pick up.&nbsp; Before she could even get confirmation from the other party, she continued on.&nbsp; "Mr. Shaw, we need to discuss your choice to appoint Samuel Ervin as a teacher.&nbsp; I have to say that I believe that decision was a poor one, and I need to air my grievances about him as well," she spoke as diplomatically as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 10:52:26 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Arron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Dean<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Front office<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br><br>Shaw listened to her speak and stood from his chair. He walked out of his office and cleared his throat. "Thank you for calling and not leaving your class. I am on the way to your room to talk this over more. Witch I had something I wanted to speak with you about anyway so this will work for the both of us. Walking into her class shortly after hanging up with her he smiled at the students who were starting to file in and took a seat at the end of her desk. He waited until she had go the class working and then spoke. "So, what is on your mind?" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 11:07:33 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; English Class<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Unfortunately, it took some time.&nbsp; Karen first walked her students through their syllabi, and then announced that they were to go ahead and start in on the book.&nbsp; Finally, she came to the back of the classroom, giving an apologetic smile.&nbsp; "Sorry to take up so much of your time, Dean Shaw," she spoke, before sighing and squaring her shoulders just a tad bit.&nbsp; Not in defiance; not at all.&nbsp; More of preparing herself for the resistance to her opinions about Samuel.&nbsp; "As for my concerns about Samuel...he is a teenager, for starters.&nbsp; And he has demonstrated not only the typical mood swings that come with being a teenager, but a blatant lack of respect for fellow faculty members, and even this facility and the safety of its students.&nbsp; In addition to this, I believe that things are happening with his ability that he has yet to be able to control or fully grasp the concept of...and that the pressures of his position do not help with the growth of his ability, either," she said formally.&nbsp; This was all from what she'd observed; his lack of response to her when Jake had taken her to aid Sam that morning; his jaded affect towards others, and his sarcastic replies to her; and finally, his attempt to duel a visitor on school grounds, in a hallway where students could easily be drawn to such an affair and possibly injured.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 11:19:04 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Arron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Dean<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; English Class<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br><br>"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will have a talk with him. Also I will keep an eyes on his powers." Shaw reached into his front jacket pocket and withdrew a pen and paper. "Karen let me ask you a question. What do you think of your powers?" He was once again going over this. "Don't get me wrong. I understand your concern and I will talk to him. I won't let his attitude go unpunished. But this is just as important."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 11:26:40 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teacher<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; English Class<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Karen blinked, relaxing slightly as Aaron stated that he would talk to Samuel and keep an eye on his powers.&nbsp; And then he questioned her about her own 'gifts.'&nbsp; She shifted a bit uncomfortably.&nbsp; "...They can be...handy.&nbsp; But they can also be dangerous," she answered vaguely, her eyes moving to observe her students.&nbsp; She breathed out a sigh.&nbsp; "...Probably more a curse than a boon.&nbsp; I've learned how to keep emotional safeguards in place against it, but if those were removed, or disrupted somehow, it could be very dangerous for everyone and anyone nearby," she answered, her lips pressing together in a thin line.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 11:33:06 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Arron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Dean<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; English Class<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br><br>"Karen, I want to give you a....raise if you will." Reaching into the same pocket Arron withdrew a key. "Now as you know the basement has a microwave but it has much more than that in it. There is a...well you will have to wait till midnight tonight to see for sure. Rest assured that it is all in your best interest if you show up. Take any door to the basement but don't let anyone see you and don't take the same door as anyone else. If you want the job. Congratulations Vice Principal." Shaw could tell she felt strongly about the safety of the students and that meant the world to him. Who better to be the field leader of his new X-men.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2013, 11:46:53 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Karen Schmidt<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; English Teach---VICE PRINCIPAL??<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; English Class<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Aaron Shaw<br><br>Karen blinked and raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; A raise?&nbsp; What had she done to earn a raise?&nbsp; She reached out as he held out a key, taking it and staring at it curiously.&nbsp; Midnight, and don't take the same door as anyone else?&nbsp; There would be others going down to the basement, then?&nbsp; ...More curiosity bloomed in her chest as she stared at the key, her fingers feeling over its carved edges.&nbsp; And then he said <em>that</em>.&nbsp; Vice-Principal.&nbsp; Her eyes shot up to him, wide.&nbsp; She stuttered and spluttered over her words for a moment before catching herself, blushing madly at her sudden ineptitude.&nbsp; Finally, she just gave a short nod.&nbsp; "Yes, sir," she said quietly, accepting the position.&nbsp; She would do her best to take care of both staff and student alike.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 12:30:44 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Penelope Archer<br><br>Jessica glanced over at the girl sharing the table with them as Jake whispers to her. She hoped the other girl wasn't paying attention to the conversation...at least she didn't look interested in the two of them. "No, that's not my roommate. My roommate is...well...more...not her? I guess?" It really struck her how little she actually knew about Kimmi other than she was a criminal and could tinker with machines. Was that really all they talked about or is that just the impression she walked away with? Not being able to come up with something nice to say made a pang of guilt shoot through her mind. She shrugged as she turned her attention away from the paint covered girl. <br><br>Jessica groaned when Jake said roommate with so much sarcasm. She knew exactly what he was trying to suggest. And he thinks he <em>saved</em> her? God...the ego on this guy was absolutely dumbfounding. "Look 'hero'...just be at the same door we tried before at midnight. And don't tell anyone...ok?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 12:39:14 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Paint-Splattered Girl<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds, Jake Crow<br><br>Sinking in her seat a bit when black melty-fire boy looked at her, Pen glanced over and caught sight of the key.&nbsp; Now, she wasn't really eavesdropping, but...the key made her automatically pull out her own and stare at it...mostly under the table for a moment.&nbsp; She then looked up at the other two.&nbsp; "I...have one, too," she said suddenly.&nbsp; She held the key up.&nbsp; "From Dean Shaw, right?" she asked quietly.&nbsp; "He called me to his office this morning..." she confessed, trailing off.&nbsp; Her eyes darted to black melty-fire boy before quickly looking at the girl.&nbsp; ...Was she as dangerous as he was?&nbsp; ...Maybe she should rethink going down there....&nbsp; Maybe they were actually being targeted, and going down there was some sort of trap to eliminate them.&nbsp; She swallowed, suddenly nervous.&nbsp; But...all she could do was grow plants.&nbsp; How was that dangerous??&nbsp; "Do you think it's safe?" she suddenly asked aloud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 01:17:36 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Cafeteria<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Paint-Splattered Girl<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake repeated Jessica's statement back to her as though it made perfect sense, "Your roommate is more not her... Uh...huh. Got it."<br>Jake smiled when she called him `hero' even though he knew she was being sardonic. Somehow it still managed to make him feel...`gushy'. After she said not to tell anyone, he responded, "Oh, you mean like my `roommate'...?"<br><br>Then Paint-Splattered Girl spoke. Jake saw her hold up a similar key and he scrunched his face, flabbergasted, but his face dropped when she said Shaw had called her into his office. At first, he disregarded her question about it being safe, and just exclaimed, "Why don't <em>I</em> have a key!?! <strong>You've</strong> got a key. <strong>She's</strong> got a key. I'll even bet Ervin has a key too, that..." Jake spoke the next word under his breath, "...<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">bstrd</span>... Everybody has a damn key except for <span class="bbc_u">me</span>! And why even have a Super-Secret Basement if you're just gonna give keys to everyone!"<br>Jake got ahold of himself, the weight of Paint-Splattered Girl's question actually having some merit to it. "End rant." He turned to Jessica, "She does have a point though..." He looked between them, "I don't know if it's safe for the two of you."</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 11:51:30 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Hallways<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>&nbsp;When Zaniel accepted the challenge, Samuel was overjoyed to say the least. Whenever an opportunity to learn something new and interesting presented itself, he almost always took it. And when Zaniel asked him to lead the way, Samuel could barely contain his anxious. "Of course, the exit should be this way." He quickly turned around and walked down to the nearest red double doors marked as exits. He made his way outside and surveyed the parking lot. For the most part it was deserted, for obvious reasons. But the main one being that there were very few students with vehicles. Since they lived on campus, there really wasn't a reason to have them, especially when they could easily call a taxi service. He briskly walked over to nearest empty lots, turned around, and waited for Zaniel to give him a weapon.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 12:35:30 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Parking lot<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>&nbsp;While Samuel waited for Zaniel to get into his position, he had been assuring that no nearby students, or faculty. Despite what many would think of him, he wasn't about to be responsible for getting someone injured on school grounds. He had been looking to his right, at the cafeteria windows, which were only about 15 feet away, when he sensed Zaniel throw his second sword toward him, which was almost immediately followed by Zaniel attempting to stab him right where the solar plexus would be. Samuel managed to dodge the attacked, and memorize the attack for later use. The three quick slashed on the other hand, caught him a bit by surprise, he managed to dodge the first, but second caught him in the chest, causing a blast of sharp pain to go through his chest. The third attack didn't strike his chest, but his left arm, which only added to the pain. Choosing to ignore it however, he attempted to use those very same attacks on Zaniel, his sword arm flew forward, and he mimicked the attacks almost perfectly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 02:20:51 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Parking lot<br>Tagging: Zaniel/Samuel<br><br>Aaron had just gotten out of the English class when is phone rang again. Apparently there was a sword fight going on in the parking lot. Shaw rolled his eyes and slammed his fist and head as hard as he could into a wall then ran off to the parking lot to see the two fighting. "CRAP" He said to himself and ran off. As he neared the sword fight he threw himself in between the two and was stabbed square in the chest. The blade seeped threw his body and his eyes widened in horror. "Y-Sam you..." Slowly he dropped to the ground and grasped up at his wrist. He was fine but making him afraid would prove his point of being a good role model and not a proud fool.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 02:40:51 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Parking lot<br>Tagging: Zaniel<br>&nbsp;Samuel was actually worried that Aaron was hurt, he didn't panic however, knowing that keeping a cool head was best for this situation. "Aaron?... We need to get you to the infirmary, let me see the wound."&nbsp; Samuel stooped to inspect the wound and he saw that it was grave. But... something wasn't right. The amount of blood coming out of his wound wasn't nearly as much as it should've been. Not nearly as much. He slowly pulled out the sword, and watched as a small trickle of blood came out. "That... didn't actually wound you... did it?" So there was more than meets the eye with Mr. Shaw, very interesting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 02:44:26 pm</strong>
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				NAME: Aaron Shaw<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Dean<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Parking lot<br>Tagging: Zaniel/Samuel<br><br>Shaw opened his eyes and smiled. He had absorbed all the energy from the attack and the moment the sword was removed his wound healed up. Then using the stored energy he stood up and lifted Samuel off the ground. "Mr. Ervin, you do not respect the classes you teach, the school or me. I have misjudged you and for that I am sorry. You are fired. You may continue to go to the school like any other student but you are no longer a teacher here." Slowly he put him down then turned to the man. "And you. Why are you at my school?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 03:00:27 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION:Parking lot<br>Tagging: Aaron Shaw<br>"Fired you say? Hmm, very well Aaron, but yes I think I shall stay here, so much to learn, so much." Truthfully Samuel didn't care for being fired, he hadn't really started out very well anyway. He turned to Zaniel. "<br><em>Mis disculpas, pero tenemos que terminar este duelo otra vez</em>." (My apologies, but we must finish this duel another time. ) He hoped that what he said was accurate, it had been awhile since he learned Spanish. Samuel turned and headed for the cafeteria, now realizing that he hadn't eaten yet. But he stopped short and turned back at Mr.Shaw. "Oh, and Aaron, if you need me for anything important, I assure you that you can trust me, as long as it is interesting of course." Samuel grinned a little, and then turned back towards the cafeteria. Upon entering he saw Jacob, Jessica, and what was it? Ah yes, Penelope, sitting at a lunch table. Their attention on an a set of objects on the table. He walked towards them quietly, and overheard a partial conversation, something about the basement maybe? He looked at the objects, which were two small keys. "What are these for?" he said quickly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 05:33:04 pm</strong>
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				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Penelope Archer<br><br>Oh, this was priceless. Jessica hid her amusement from Jake by covering her mouth with her hand, trying to keep the laughter inside. It was nice to see his ego get knocked down a few notches, especially by someone so unassuming. Her hand moved back to the table as she started to speak, revealing her smile. "I wouldn't say they're giving out keys to everyone. After all, <em>you</em> don't have one." It was all in fun but she still decided to snatch up the key just in case Jake got any ideas. "Safe? Of course it's safe. Me and my <em>roommate</em>-" Jessica pauses and looks over at Jake for emphasis on the last word, "-are both going to check it out. She's handling the security cameras and any other electrical stuff for us. And if it's some kind of trap, we've got Mr. No Key here as a distraction."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 11:07:49 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Cafeteria<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Paint-Splattered Girl<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jessica was <span class="bbc_u">not</span> hiding her amusement very well. And he frowned when she suggested they weren't giving keys out to everyone. Then when she exaggerated the word "roommate", he made an equally-exaggerated dumb-looking face at her. Security-cameras though, huh...? Maybe this 'roommate' of hers really was real... "Wait, hold-up... Why am <em>I</em> the distraction?!? And where are you getting all these keys!?!"</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cascalence</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2013, 11:18:08 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Penelope Archer<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Paint-Splattered Girl<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION:&nbsp; Cafeteria<br>TAGGING:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds, Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Pen was starting to become amused at black melty-fire boy's ire as well over their procurement of the keys.&nbsp; She held onto her key, and as Mr. Ervin showed up, she almost immediately tucked it away.&nbsp; "Unlocking doors," she answered Mr. Ervin.&nbsp; If he didn't know what doors, that was his problem, wasn't it?&nbsp; She wasn't really supposed to be showing the key off, and only had because the other girl had shown off hers.&nbsp; She stood with her plate of half eaten chicken and dumplings, deciding it was time to excuse herself.&nbsp; She gave a nod to the other students and moved to drop off her tray at the line and continue back to her room and continue working on her most recent painting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 01:26:01 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Penelope Archer, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica quickly slid her key back into her pocket when Mr. Ervin announced his presence. She wanted to call out to paint splattered girl as she walked away...it still felt like they had a lot to talk about. Still, she couldn't blame her for making her escape from Mr. Ervin, the guy was probably stalking her too. Jessica took the opportunity to start eating the food she had barely touched up to this point. It gave her an excuse not to talk and maybe Mr. Ervin would just go away if she ignored him hard enough. If nothing else, it'd make Jake do the talking for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 02:43:57 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Cafeteria<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">When Ervin showed up, Jake thought <em>Why is he back!?! Does he really have nothing better to do than to torment this poor girl?!?</em><br><em>And now Paint-Splattered Girl is taking off...! I didn't even get her name! Is she going to show up at the basement tonight? Does she know what kind of danger we're all in...?</em><br>Jake desperately wanted to take off, but he couldn't leave Jessica stranded there alone with Ervin. But <em>why</em> couldn't he leave her there? It wasn't <span class="bbc_u">his</span> problem! <em>Stooopid morals!</em> He recalled his interaction with Shaw and still suspected Jessica didn't quite know the severity of the situation. He had to do something, so he put down his smoothie, grabbed Jessica's hand, got up, and started to pull her away from the table.<br>"Just finishing up here Professor. See ya!"<br>With any luck, they could catch up to the Paint-Splattered Girl...</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 09:13:32 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica let out a surprised squeak as Jake grabbed her hand and started leading her away from Mr. Ervin. She couldn't say she disapproved but if Jake was going to make a habit out of dashing away with her then they should at least develop some kind of signal. The girl cast a curious glance over her shoulder at Mr. Ervin to see if he was following and frowned at her half-finished lunch. Leaving it there for someone else seemed rude but it was better than lingering in the cafeteria any longer. As the two made their way out of the cafeteria, Jessica's feet slowed down, her arm pulling on Jake's to make him slow down as well. "Where are we going?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 10:33:31 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: cafeteria <br>Tagging: Jessica Reynolds, Jacob crow <br>Samuel was a bit annoyed at the rude but clever response to his question. But It was obviously an attempt to stop him from asking more questions. Especially when she immediately picked up one of the keys after she said it. He silently watched as she walked off, with jake and Jessica pursuing a similar outcome. He stood there, trying to figure out what would cause them to be secretive. Their conversation that he overheard partially hinted something about the basement. And then the keys... His mind snapped together a complete picture of why they were being so secretive. He looked to find Jessica and Jacob almost out of the cafeteria, he swiftly jogged through the croud of bustling students. He slowed down and walked over in front of Jacob and Jessica. "Where on earth did you get keys for the basement?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 11:04:11 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallways<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake felt Jessica pulling on his arm so he turned back to see what was the matter. She saw him look over her shoulder, and a slightly frightened look flash across his face.<br>After Ervin asked where they got the keys, Jake sighed audibly and lifted the hand that wasn't holding Jessica's, palm-up, indicating Ervin in answer to her question.<br>Since he didn't have a key, he didn't have an answer to Ervin's question, so he just stood there, pursed his lips in a weak smile, and raised his eyebrows at Jessica.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 11:35:47 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica paused as her heart skipped a beat when Jake turned his attention toward her. Was he really just going to throw her under the bus like this? Her face scrunched up as she pulled her hand away from his. "You're a terrible distraction. You know that?" She gives Jake a final angry glare before turning to Mr. Ervin, her arms folded in front of her chest. "It's none of your business. You're my teacher, not my nanny so...Stop. Stalking. Me." Her voice rose with each word and she cements the punctuation of the last word by poking her finger into Mr. Ervin's chest. She was growing tired of seeing him every time she turned around, his nose prying into her business. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2013, 11:42:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: cafeteria <br>Tagging: Jessica Reynolds, Jacob crow<br>"One:I'm not stalking you, in fact I'm not interested really in anything involving you. Second: I'm not a teacher anymore, so call me Sam. Third: Touch me again, and I will break... your... finger." His eyes were cold and angry, the one thing he hated was when someone poked him, a pet peeve he supposed, being touched was fine, but not poking, not one bit. Espically considering the slight pain when she touched him, courtesy of the duel with Zaniel."But you are right it's probably not business, but what about Mr. Shaw?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 12:49:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallways<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Something black sparked inside of Jake. Maybe it was the way she called him a terrible distraction. Maybe it was the way she pulled her hand away from his. Or maybe it was the way "Sam" was threatening her like Shaw had done to him earlier. Whatever it was, he found himself stepping between the two of them.<br>He looked directly into Sam's eyes and said, "One: You don't threaten girls. Two: I'm glad to hear your `teachers license' got revoked. `Means I can stop pretending to treat you with respect. And three: You don't threaten girls." He continued to stare into Sam's eyes, making sure he was understood. "Now we're going to turn around, and walk away. I suggest you do the same if you know what's good for you."<br>Jake felt the blackness surge inside him again and a `squiggle' of black flashed across his eyes.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 01:43:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: cafeteria <br>Tagging: Jacob crow <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Samuel looked at Jacobs eyes, and saw that he was deadly serious. But that mattered not. He decided to try and get some entertainment out of this. " Do you know what's good for me Jacob?" His tone stayed emotionless, cold, and dark. " Are you going to use your power on me, is that it. Stun me a little? I know how your power works Jacob, and the same goes for Ms. Reynolds here. And are you willing to take the risk? If I get kicked from the school, I honestly wouldn't care, but what about you? If you were expelled, what would that mean for you exactly? Now here is your choice, I tell Shaw that your trying to get into the basement, which is forbidden... or you let me go with you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 02:01:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow, Samuel Ervin<br><br>Jessica backs away from Mr. Ervin slightly when he threatens her, surprised that he would say something like that. She wasn't the type to go starting fights and she wasn't about to let him drag her into one. She laughed under her breath at his newly found unemployment though. No surprise there...the guy is a creeper. Still, she couldn't help asking herself why he was still here if he was fired. Shouldn't some kind of security be escorting him off the property or something instead of letting a fired teacher go around following and threatening students?<br><br>Jake's sudden outburst catches Jessica's attention. She raised her eyebrows as he stared Mr. Ervin down; finding herself quite curious as to what he could actually do. And if he happened to turn Ervin into a pile of goo? Well...she wasn't going to say anything. She actually frowns slightly when Mr. Ervin doesn't continue trying to provoke Jake. She really wanted to see his ability in use...it'd let her know what she was bringing along on her little adventure to the basement. Jessica smiled an almost sinister smile when Mr. Ervin threatened to run to the dean. "Go tell him. I'm sure he would love to hear everything."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 02:07:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: cafeteria <br>Tagging: Jacob crow, Jessica Reynolds. <br>While talking to jake, Samuel had already readied a response for Jessica. "Only you and the other girl had keys, but not Jacob, which tells me only a select few people know about them, which again tells me that whoever gave them to you, didn't want you to share to anyone that you posses them, and my guess is that the dean gave you the keys, seems like something he would do, so yes I'm sure he would like to hear everything" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 02:47:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallways<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds, Samuel Ervin<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">After Jake heard "only you..." he calmly turned around to face Jessica, close enough to her that he could speak in a low voice but still be heard over Sam's incessant ramblings. "<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">I'm going to walk away now. You can choose to come with me if you'd like...</span>" And then he did just that.</span></span></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 02:52:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: cafeteria <br>Tagging: Jacob crow, Jessica Reynolds<br>"Choosing to ignore me eh, that's fine, I'll be off to the dean then. I'm actually scared to tell him, considering that he takes this stuff so seriously" And with that he quickly brushed past Jacob, almost knocking into a table."Sorry" he called back. He walked quickly through the crowd and towards the nearest exit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 02:36:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow<br><br>"Wow. Why doesn't ignoring him ever work for me?" Jessica watched the ex-teacher as he made his way toward the dean's office. He was crazy if he thought a case of his word against hers would amount to much of anything. "So just to get the story straight...you don't know anything about a key." If Shaw's little show when he handed her the key was sincere, then they would probably at least get called to the office. Their best bet was to lie their way through it and hope the two of them were more convincing. Shouldn't be hard to seem more trustworthy than a teacher that gets fired on his first day at any rate.<br><br>"And..." Jessica found herself blushing slightly as she thought of what to say. "Thanks for sticking up for me, even if you did kind of leave me hanging in the first place." She looked up at him with a shy smile. "What's the deal with the black eyes? What were you going to do?" <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 05:23:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">N<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">R<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OLE IN <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">IME OF <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Noon<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OCATION</span>:</span> Hallways<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">T<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">AGGING</span>:</span> Jessica Reynolds<br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">When Jessica thanked him, Jake looked back at her, the corner of his mouth turning up just a bit, but when she asked about his eyes, he looked away shyly himself. "Nothing. I wasn't going to do anything." Realizing immediately there was no way that pathetic response wasn't going to fly, he quickly tried changing the subject. He looked back to her, flashing a crooked smile, and playfully said, "Was that `distraction' enough for you...?" Then, after a beat, added, "Should we try and find Paint-Splattered Girl...?"</span></span></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 27, 2013, 05:51:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME: Samuel Ervin<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon<br>LOCATION: Cafeteria <br>Tagging:Thinking <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demigod1945</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2013, 01:01:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Fixing last post) <br>NAME: Samuel Ervin <br>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br>TIME OF DAY: Noon to Midnight <br>LOCATION: Hallways, Library, Basement entrance<br>Tagging: Thinking<br>&nbsp;And just as Samuel predicted, Jessica and Jacob payed no head to him "running" to the Dean. Something that he had no intention of doing. He looked to make sure that they stopped paying attention to him, and then walk calmly down the hallway. He walked past the Dean's Office, down several hallways, and found himself at the library, which is exactly where he wanted to be. He jogged over to one of the many computers lining the left side of the Library walls. He booted up the computer and cursed under his breath as the PC took its time in coming to life. Once it was ready, Samuel made his way to the website known as <em>YouTube</em>. For the next several hours he watched videos ranging from how to pick locks, to gymnastics and parkour, computer coding, and even the art of stealth. All subjects that Samuel thought would be useful in the coming hours. Once satisfied with his new found knowledge, he power downed the computer and left the library. He walked silently and quickly to the Basement entrance. He didn't dare attempt to go through the door however, instead he position himself in the darkest shadows of the hallway, where he knew someone would have a hard time seeing him. He checked his watch and saw that it was 11:45 , almost midnight, he hoped that the other teenagers hadn't already went inside, it was fairly obvious that was they were planning on doing. But if they weren't going to, or already had, then his last few hours of learning would've been for nothing. He sighed, and stood absolutely still, waiting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2013, 01:49:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica smiled and rolled her eyes at Jake. "Sure, I guess you were an ok distraction. But next time, start being a distraction <em>before</em> someone threatens to break my fingers." She playfully elbows Jake before speaking in a mockingly reassuring tone. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it eventually." <br><br>At Jake's suggestion to find the other girl, Jessica looks around the hallways, her head stretching out to peer around a corner. "Umm...sure. But I don't have any idea where she went. It would still be nice to have her around tonight. The more the merrier, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2013, 08:26:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">When Jessica teased him about being a distraction, Jake just smiled a little. <em>Whatever. She totally knows I rescued her...</em><br><br>After she agreed to find Paint-Splattered Girl, Jake said, "Yeah... We could look her up on the school roster. You don't know her name by any chance, do ya...?"</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2013, 10:51:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow<br><br>"Well, I can tell you for sure it's not 'Paint-Splattered Girl'." Jessica leaned against the wall as she started thinking out loud. "I don't know. Maybe ask around and see if anyone knows her? Or maybe see if anyone saw where she went? I'm not sure about the roster...I just don't want it to seem like we're hunting her down...especially if you're going to plan any surprises for her like you did me." This would have been so much easier if Ervin wasn't constantly sticking his nose into her business all the time. And knowing him, he'd probably find a way butt in just as things started smoothing out for her again. <br><br>"I know this might sound terribly cliche but I think it might be best if we split up." Jessica pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, mentally making a note of the time. It wouldn't be long before she'd have to be in class again. "So what's your number? So I can call you in case I find her." She made sure to add that last sentence in case Jake started getting any more crazy ideas in his head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kepesk</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2013, 09:47:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jake started thinking. He nodded at what Jessica was saying, almost absentmindedly. He exchanged numbers with her and then blurted out, "Or what if we just went to the basement right now."</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Civil Unrest of the Mutants In Character.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EndofDivine</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 08:09:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NAME:&nbsp; Jessica Reynolds<br>ROLE IN SCHOOL:&nbsp; Student<br>TIME OF DAY:&nbsp; Noon<br>LOCATION: Hallway<br>TAGGING: Jake Crow<br><br>Jessica seemed surprise by Jake's sudden suggestion. Maybe now would be better? She had to admit curiosity had definitely gotten the better of her. Her eyes glanced to the ceiling as she pursed her lips, obviously thinking things over. "Well..." Jessica trailed off as she brought her hand up to her mouth, her fingers tapping against her bottom lip. Her attention finally turned back to Jake after several seconds of inner monologue. "The thing is...this key doesn't work until midnight. So we'd need a different way in. Know anyone that can pick locks? Or more likely...considering the school we're in...someone who can blow a hole in a door?"
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