Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 21:03:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Death is the only universal constant throughout the multiverse. The underworld hungers for all souls, good and evil, and eventually they all find their way there. But there is unrest brewing within the whirlpool of eternity. The collective darkness in the hearts of all vanquished villains in every story has built up rather unexpectedly, and threatens to overwhelm the underworld, unleashing chaos into the living worlds. In a bid of desperation, Hades, monarch of the dead, has concocted a strategy to attempt to undo this terrible tragedy before it becomes too great to contain.<br><br>Reaching out to the saviors of each world from whence their dark-hearted villains emerged, Hades has utilized their aid to create a nexus point between these otherwise unconnected worlds, with a fabricated pocket dimension at the heart of them. It is this place where the souls of the not-so-dearly departed will be reincarnated as younger versions of themselves, thus releasing them temporarily from the underworld. However, so as to prevent them from going down that same dark path and simply delaying the inevitable return to overwhelming darkness, they have been given a set of false memories so that each of them believes they are merely the child of one or more of the notorious villains, thus ensuring they have a clean slate and can be given the choice of whether or not to pursue their parents' wicked careers.<br><br>In order to ensure that these wayward youths are steered onto a more virtuous path, volunteer heroes from many of the various worlds have taken up positions as faculty and staff at the disciplinary academy of this pocket dimension, the largest part of what is otherwise merely a small town; attempting to go beyond the borders of the town will simply shroud you in fog and return you to where you started from, with a bit of memory loss so as to prevent you from realizing you are in fact a prisoner here. Any attempts to forcefully penetrate this barrier with magic will result in entering the underworld, Hades' domain, and no one beats the king in his own kingdom. He has taken up the position as Headmaster of the academy, overseeing everything, as he has the most to lose in this catastrophe. Though he is by no means friendly toward any of the heroes, as he himself has been thwarted by the forces of good during his own bid for selfish and evil dominion, he has honored a truce and has even enabled the heroes to, if they choose, enter younger bodies of their own, though with all of their memories intact, thus allowing a peer-based influence to try their luck at being a good role model for the villain offspring. Of course, with younger bodies come younger emotions and mental states; some of them might become malleable to the point of being molded into aspiring villains themselves...<br><br>The school is of classical architecture, all wood, somewhat like the X-Mansion with many amenities such as indoor and outdoor pools, tennis courts, large track and field areas, a stadium for many different team sports, archery and horseback riding, and dojos for various martial arts or weapon-based classes. Classes on magic are available for those with gifts or who wish to learn to wield them if they have the potential. Dorms are not co-ed but there are rooms available for 2 or 3 people at a time to be roommates. There is a curfew but if you're sneaky, you can avoid getting caught. The town is open to students when they do not have assigned classes and there is a pub (the drinking age here is 18), thrift store, small market and cafe for any needs or social environments the school might not itself have.</em></strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 07:15:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article9061813.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Eddie-Redmayne-Main.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliver Twist<br><strong>Role</strong>: Ethics professor<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://moviecelebs.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/sendhil-ramamurthy.jpg)<br><strong>Name</strong>: Nathoo Khan<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></div><br>"Nat!" Called the thin voice over the crowd, with Ollie holding his hand up to catch the tall young man's attention. Even then for a moment, Ollie's mind drifted to a moment whenhe himself first heard the name and thought that the headmaster had actually said "Knot". The British accent didn't help either, of course. <br><br>For his part, the large young man spotted the teacher hailing him. In an attempt to cross the rushing river of other kids, he stopped and stepped aside, keeping an eye out for a moment that would allow him to make his way towards the shorter man. Even though Ollie was a teacher, it seemed that few of his students actually referred to him by the honorifics generally attributed to the adults in charge. Ollie seemed to forget he was a teacher so much as that he just had something he was always excited to share with the people around him. In fact, this last class was the first time in the semester that he had done anything so teacherly as assigning homework. <br><br>In fact, as soon as Nat managed to pass through an accommodating group of underclassmen, Ollie launched into an address of the homework assignment. <br><br>"Nat, good man. The paper you submitted." He passed the paper back to Nat, a black pen circling the number ninety three in the upper right corner. "I appreciate the work, it was well thought-out. You make some very good points. Please though, mind not submitting it written in red pen?" With a shrug, Ollie passed the briefcase he was carrying from one hand to the other. "Makes it a little difficult to mark it properly."<br><br>Nat nodded and tucked the paper under his arm, holding out a hand which the ethics teacher then shook. "Yes, sir, of course. Any other problems I should know about?" It was difficult to keep the petulance out of his voice, but Nathoo managed it, if just barely. Seven points off a perfect score was a little too big a gap to be comfortable. Ollie just shook his head, taking the offered handshake. <br><br>"Sorry, my friend, but you've managed to get a few key years mixed up. You have a spectacular grasp of time as it relates to you, you just seem to have a difficult time making it relate to the wider world. It's a learning curve, I'm afraid, and you'll just have to ride it out." He stopped just shy of truly lecturing the boy but cut him off after a moment when he realized the darker man was about to speak. "No, I know I haven't always put my foot down with it, but I'm afraid this time I really must insist. If I keep allowing it, you'll never learn to do it properly." <br><br>Nat nodded, slightly sullen with his failure and internally bolstered himself. If he was going to improve, it began with a decision. "Yes, sir, I'll be sure to keep an eye on it." <br><br>"That's a good man. Alright, then, off you are. And remember the library will always have those records for you if you need them." <br><br>As Ollie turned and closed the classroom door, locking it behind him, Nat waited for the right moment before he melted into the crowd, careful to disturb as few of his fellow classmates as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 08:36:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x17online.com/media/images/2012/10/glamour-taylor-swift-460.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allison of the Southern Isles / Hans of the Southern Isles.<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; School Hallway.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Allison made her way through the hall of students with blue eyes looking at the floor. Soft hands holding a piece of paper as she approaches Oliver just as he locks the door to his class. After brushing some hair out of her face the girl looks up with a sweet smile. "I'm sorry again, Mr. Twist." She says in a soft voice as she holds the piece of paper out. "I completely forgot."&nbsp; The brilliant yet forgetful blond Handing the man her homework. It was done in lovely handwriting and was all right. Though what was missing was her name, and the date. This was not uncommon for the girl. She was known in the school to hand in papers that would get her 100%, but there was no name. As she is giving it to him, Allison notices some students walking by wave to her, or him. She was not sure. But a soft, sweet smile was given back before she wiggled her fingers. "I hope that it is not too late? I rushed to my room after my last class."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:42:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article9061813.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Eddie-Redmayne-Main.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliver Twist<br><strong>Role</strong>: Ethics Professor<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><br><br>Ollie arched an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder towards the girl who approached. It took him a moment to realize whom it was who was addressing him, lost in thought to his previous conversation. "Ah, Allison!" Once he realized to whom he was speaking. It still took a moment for him to nod and tuck his keys back into his bag. It was a ploy, of course, to guarantee himself a few more moments to think of why she may be trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, he came up with nothing. Still, the polite thing to do was to face her and admit such. <br><br>"I'm afraid I don't kno-..." But she had supplied his answer already for him in the form of an apology. Looking down at the paper, he realized what it was that she had sought him for. "Allison..." His voice was an admonishment, if perhaps a gentle one. As though he were scolding a favourite three-year-old with that indulgent tone. "We really must make an effort to be prompt. It would avert disasters aplenty." <br><br>For an instant, Ollie looked as though he had drifted off the conversation again, lost somewhere in memories of Dodger and his seamless stroll through hectic city streets with just his own instincts and sense of timing. It took a shake of his head to clear Ollie's memory and focus again on the situation at hand. "You know the penalty for late work..." With a sigh, he considered his options. Unlike with Nat, with whom he'd had to put his foot down, Allison required a little more leniency, lest she continue to think the world was such a punishing place she must hide from it forever. It was a difficult balance to strike. Perhaps easing the penalty slightly...?<br><br>"Generally, I reduce the final outcome of the work by five percent. But-" He held up one finger to forestall any possible objections. "But this time, I think, we will settle for two percent. You must learn from this, but there is no need for it to damage the efforts you've put into it. Please, Allison... I don't like docking you. You really must be fair with the other students. Everyone has the same deadlines, yes? Let us do our best to maintain that equality." Gently, he held out his hand for the paper, accepting it despite his insistence in class that he could not. "If you have a challenge, you know you may always come to me to discuss provisions specific to you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 02:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x17online.com/media/images/2012/10/glamour-taylor-swift-460.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allison of the Southern Isles / Hans of the Southern Isles.<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; School Hallway.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Allison dipped her head respectfully as her teacher spoke about prompt. "Yes, Mr. Twist." She replies in a soft, apoplectic tone. A small hand brushes some stray strands of hair out of her face as she watches the man drift off some. A confused look coming across her face as she wonders what is going through his head. As someone walking past bumps into her the girl turns to apologize before looking back. Just as the man seems to have pulled himself back into the conversation fully. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do know the penalty, Sir. I am sorry." Blue eyes going to the floor as Allison speaks in her usual soft voice. "I finished it last night. I swear. I just forgot it when I came to class today." As she speaks, the young lady keeps her eyes locked on the floor. As if she was scared to look up. A converse clad shoe was kicking at the ground as she spoke. The toe end of it bouncing up and down behind her. Thumbs with red nails twisting around one another. <br><br>&nbsp; As the teacher spoke about docking the five percent off of the final score, Allison looked up quickly. Her face looking as if she was about to object. Or at least Object as much as she does. Which would be nothing more than another apology and a very softly spoken beg. Though as she sees his finger, the blond simply stands and listens. Blue eyes trying to read his face. A slight nod is given as he ask about everyone having the same deadline. At this point having moved to stand next to the wall. SO that she would not cause anyone else to bump into her. "Yes, Mr. Twist. I will make sure to turn them in on time. And thank you." A warm smile being given to him at the end before she looks at the paper again. She really had put a lot of time into it. "I did not have a challenge with the work it's self. But sometimes I forget things." The girl admitted as she watched the halls start to clear out some. "I will make sure to do better."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 03:47:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article9061813.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Eddie-Redmayne-Main.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliver Twist<br><strong>Role</strong>: Ethics Professor<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allison<br><br><br>Sometimes, it ached having to be tough on people. Ollie wanted nothing more than to waive the penalty, but he knew it would do the girl no good. Not to mention the progress she'd made already. A month before she might have forgotten it entirely for days in a row without someone sent along to fetch the work after hours. She really was getting quite a bit better. Now if only she could remember to bring it to class. There had to be something he could work on with her to help her memory. <br><br>"You're a good student, Allison. I would hate to see you suffer a lack for things you're more than capable of doing." Ollie noted the way that she stood in the hallway, turning to put his back to the rush of people and gesturing for her to follow in the empty space of students giving their teacher a moderate berth. "Everyone has a challenge somewhere. It's all a matter of finding out what overcomes that particular challenge. I'm certain if we both put our minds to it, we can come up with something that will help you to remember. For now, though, let us work on putting the paper directly into your bag once you're finished with it, hmm? I feel certain that would help us make some headway." <br><br>"I can't make special concessions for you, but I can put my effort into helping you improve, so long as you're willing to put the effort in, yes?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 04:03:18</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://moviecelebs.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/sendhil-ramamurthy.jpg)<br><strong>Name</strong>: Nathoo Khan<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway-Outdoors<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></div><br>As he wandered away from the Ethics professor, Nat found himself sifting through the paper, taking in the stupid mistakes he'd made. The boy sighed, finally rolling up the paper and pulling his backpack around on one shoulder until it was barely in front of him. It was a bit of a challenge to unzip the thing and once he had it was an even bigger challenge to keep everything from falling out as he fished out his leather folder, but in the end it was all worth is when the paper was slid into the case and replaced back in the bag. <br><br>It was easy for him, most days, to catch the attention of his peers even when he didn't want it. Now was one of those times. He tried to remain inconspicuous even as he stood head and shoulders above a good portion of those who surrounded him. He hunched his shoulders slightly, feeling a prickling at the back of his mind. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, he knew what it was. The voice of his father running over in his head. The truth was that people depended on him and he knew it. The trouble with that was that even now he felt as though everyone around him knew about the little mistakes, the lack of attention to detail, the mediocre nature of what he had handed in and they lost faith in him over it. How could he help them, how could he look out for them when he couldn't even manage to hand in a paper that was done right, after the whole two weeks they'd had to research it? <br><br>The more he dwelt on the mark he'd received and the work he'd put into it, the heavier his thoughts became until he was certain that every snippet of conversation that buzzed around him was word of his incompetence spreading. Only to the end of the hallway did the large double doors offer some respite, some place to which to run. His stride would have taken him quickly toward his goal, too, if it hadn't been for the fact that making a break for freedom would have meant bowling over a group of underclassmen who appeared fragile and afraid enough without him adding his selfishness and clumsiness to the mix. <br><br>Instead he waited until the knot of half a dozen turned like a wheeling flock and disappeared into a stairwell. Clearing those obstacles from his path made it so that his last few strides could gather momentum for him and send the young man bursting out of the school halls and out onto the sprawling grounds that surrounded the buildings. <br><br>There was a small gap in the bushes that seemed just large enough for one, maybe two, mostly hidden from all angles as the windows nearby were blocked by the same bushes that barred the nearby path from seeing anything aside from the entry he then took. From there, if he stood he could see the race track and the football pitch, the long and sloping hill down towards them marred only by the seemingly-endless staircase. Once into his little nook, he let the bag fall from his shoulder and caught it in his hand only in time to make it swing away to rest under one of the bushes as he took his seat on a sill that ran the length of the ground floor. Just wide enough to be comfortable without letting him get too complacent. Laziness would not do. Laziness was never alright, even when he rested. <br><br>When he let himself finally sit, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes, letting his head lean back against the sun-baked bricks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 00:59:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre05.deviantart.net/dc1d/th/pre/f/2014/107/3/8/elsa_portrait___stock_by_mariaamanda-d7ev2om.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Ellen/Elsa<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student<br><strong>Location:</strong> School-General Hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><hr><br>Playing this deceptive game was more taxing then she wanted to admit. At least when she was younger-actually younger-all she had to do was stay perpetually locked in the tower. Now, she had to juggle regular classes, magic lessons, keeping an eye on that Allison girl (who she knew was really a reincarnated Hans), and also somehow crowbaring in enough time for her to rest and relax. Without enough time to herself, her magic had a way of going haywire...<br><br>Like it was trying to do now, as frost began to cover her left hand. <em>Behave!</em> She mentally commanded, and whatever loose magic was flowing stopped immediately. That was the benefit, at least-as her lessons continued, she had been reduced in power, allowing her to keep a tighter lid on things. Not that she was fully barred from using magic. It was acknowledged as "a thing that exists", letting her be a bit more free with her powers than she could back home. The frost faded from her hand, and she breathed in relief. <br><br>She was, at the least, a good student. Her time locked away in the tower gave her time to read every textbook her parents could give her. Several times. The homework came easy to her, mostly because she was quite the fast reader. The difficult part was her magic lessons. Despite her astounding power, she hadn't been progressing as much as she wanted to. The professors, thankfully, had been patient with her. One had even theorized that the reason she wasn't getting better like she wanted to was because she was too focused on getting better. She needed, in other words, to let it go.<br><br>As she made her way through the halls, keeping one eye open for Allison, she secretly made a little rose, constructed entirely of ice, in one of the flower pots around the school. Some other students had picked up on how these little creations would appear from time to time, and she enjoyed crafting things from her magical, un-melting ice. And what better way to practice then creating beautiful objects out of pure magic?<br><br>Still, she needed to get to Yen Sid's room. It wouldn't do to keep her magical master waiting, unless she had a good reason. She picked up the pace through the school hallways, as she didn't want to get that good reason. She was probably going to get that good reason anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 07:35:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tumblr_nttau77jYR1thwo3oo1_400_zpsplmzljip.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mal<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the bleachers near the baseball diamond<br><strong>Time:</strong> After lunch, beginning of 5th period.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Mal, daughter of Maleficent, Mistress of Evil, sat alone upon the metal bleachers which overlooked the school's baseball field.&nbsp; Her feet were propped upon the bench in front of her.&nbsp; Her legs, bent at the knees, created a makeshift table which she currently used to hold her notepad, something she was seldom without.&nbsp; Inside the standard, spiral bound, green covered booklet, were some of her most prized possessions; abstract doodles, realistic drawings, notes and scribbles, thoughts and musings.&nbsp; Lost in thought, and absent of her surroundings, most notably the tiny little magical bell, which had wrung minutes ago, Mal focused upon the pencil she used to lightly shade the trees bordering the pristine field which she'd drawn during the time they were given to eat.&nbsp; Upon the bench beside her, was the mostly forgotten cafeteria tray of food; a deli sandwich with a single bite from it, an untouched apple, and plain potato chips discarded from a bag which now lay upon the grass, under the bleachers.<br><br>It was obvious she didn't belong there, upon the bleachers when her history class was scheduled to begin.&nbsp; She hated history, though.&nbsp; The fact that things well beyond her control, events which had come and gone, had so much impact upon the present.&nbsp; Her mother, good or evil, had still been a person, yet every book she'd ever read painted Maleficent as a monster, without much proof.&nbsp; Sure, there were endless eyewitnesses to what had happened during Princess Aurora's christening, and Prince Phillip's word was beyond reproach, but to claim her a tyrant and to place all that had gone wrong at her feet, with no hearing, no jury or judge.&nbsp; It was unjust.<br><br>She had no memory of her mother, just what the books told and the people said.&nbsp; The orphanage had been a decent place to grow up.&nbsp; The governess had treated Mal fairly; no better, and no worse than any of the other children.&nbsp; Though, she watched as the other children slowly found people willing to adopt them, and saw the dread and horror when they discovered who she was.&nbsp; Still, the stigma associated with her bloodline didn't really hit home until she began to attend this school.&nbsp; Few students and teachers here could look at her without seeing her mother, and assumed the worst.&nbsp; Those few who acted in kindness and fairness were swiftly shown the error of their way by their fellow peers.&nbsp; A part of her understood why her mother had wanted to be accepted and included, and why she had grown so angry.<br><br>Mal's pencil moved from the trees to the outfield, and she glanced up to recapture the scene in her mind's eye.&nbsp; She hadn't noticed that a class had taken the field, and was currently warming up.&nbsp; With the realization that she was soon to be in trouble, she searched the area for the instructor, but currently saw none.<br><br>It was too late to go to class.&nbsp; She'd be in trouble regardless.&nbsp; Perhaps, then, with a little luck, she could extend her momentary freedom.&nbsp; With that thought, she closed her spiral-bound notebook, shoved the pencil through the wire binding, grabbed her tray of food, and made her way towards the nearest, and quickest, escape route.<br><br>Maybe she could hide in the football stadium, until the next bell rang and declared the end of the current class period.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 04:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cimg.tvgcdn.net/i/r/2016/03/10/b83cbd95-7d9c-4cae-bc11-a8ce52dc2de1/resize/900x600/7264a27c003d473ac2cebfa94aa5a4ba/160309-news-once-upon-a-time-greg-germann.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hades<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering the halls, checking in on classrooms<br><strong>Time:</strong> After lunch, beginning of 5th period<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Hades did not like being stressed out. Or having a tremendous amount of responsibility. He made a big stink about his job lording over the underworld being a 'full-time gig' but really, things just kind of ran themselves down there; death was a constant and the river of the dead kept flowing with no real maintenance or interference. The only thing was...that all-consuming darkness that had to be removed like a clog from a drain. This elaborate illusion was probably more work than everything else he'd ever worked on combined, including his bid for dominance. And it was an ongoing thing. Day and night, he had to make sure this investment in his time and effort was going in the direction he needed it to. Sure, he wasn't alone, but he stood to lose more than any of the other heroes if the underworld was swallowed by the hideous evil he had temporarily diluted.<br><br>He looked in on each class as often as he could; he needed to aware of problem students who were in danger of going down the same path as their previous incarnations. There wasn't a great emphasis on paperwork and that sort of thing, no loud bells ringing, it was a more formal environment and he wanted to make the students feel like they were on the honor system in hopes of instilling a sense of personal responsibility and accountability. And he was relying heavily on his undercover hero-students to impress these values upon them too, although their own younger bodies came with their own problems that he had to deal with. This could easily go tits-up and the villain students could become good, while the hero students became evil. Or, worst case scenario, all of them turned evil. But, free will being what it was, he had no way of controlling that directly. At best he could infinitely repeat this loop, though despite his immortality, to have to be lord of this school for eternity, as opposed to the underworld...he would pray for death.<br><br>He noted that Mal wasn't in her expected class at that time. Well, that wasn't a good sign. For the reincarnation of the most evil soul he'd ever welcomed into the underworld, surely some special treatment or attention should have been afforded, but...he couldn't single anyone out, or they'd all think they were being painted with the same brush as their 'parents', and have little reason to differ if they were already guilty. As if this endeavor wasn't hard enough already. The only way to make this work effectively was the most difficult imaginable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 02:29:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Disney/Nessa_zpso66pu8bg.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa "Nessa" Octavius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under the Bleachers --&gt; Top side<br><strong>Time:</strong> Beginning of 5th Period<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mal | Open<br><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> -- --<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Funnily enough, Vanessa was not a student given to your typical bad behaviors. Despite whatever impressions others might have had of her, if was far easier to handle her business when the authority figure types weren't steadily breathing down your neck waiting for you to step foot out of line. Granted, that didn't mean she played perfect angel either--that sort of thing was entirely too taxing, and let's face it, only an absolute idiot would believe her to be without a single fault. <br><br>No no, balance was required. In all things. And anyone who knew Nessa eventually came to understand this, one way or another.<br><br>"Ay..." Her fingers closed around the the hand that had started to slide from hers and dark eyes rolled upward to the face of the sweet but clueless lug who, quite frankly towered over her petite form. A glance would give one the assumption about the dynamics of their particular interaction but a closer look, even without venturing closer, would easily tell the truth of who t was who held the power just then. The way he flinched and seemed to hunch slightly, his lips curving in an echo of hers as she smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. "Don't forget, yeah?"<br><br>"I won't. I promise." He answered with a shake of his head.<br><br>"Good." She gave his hand and the small bottle he held a brief squeeze before withdrawing her touch. Saying nothing more she let him go and turned to collect her things, leaving him to scurry off, presumably to class or that girlfriend of his. Hefting her backpack, reminded her that it was stuffed full of books that she still needed to return to the library. Still she slung it over one shoulder before squatting down to retrieve her binder and the old leather bound book atop it, dusting it off gently. Usually she spent her lunch beneath the bleachers since it offered a quiet spot away from the busy bodies while still leaving her accessible to those inclined to seek her out. She'd spent most of the period reading but then nuts for brains had showed up and she'd had to set her book aside. Ah well, she'd get back to it soon enough. She was sure it had the answers she needed. For now though--<br><br>Nessa had been thinking of leaving the bleachers but something made her take notice of a set of footsteps up above. And not just any footsteps either.<br><br>Not at all immune to curiosity, the teen straightened and paced the steps above so that she exited and curled around the railing to cut off the exit, her purple and black bowling shoe settling on the first step though she made no move to climb.<br><br>"You're already late you know..." She said with a slight laugh as she pointed out the obvious by way of greeting. "What's the hurry now, Mal?" </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 01:29:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://x17online.com/media/images/2012/10/glamour-taylor-swift-460.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allison of the Southern Isles / Hans of the Southern Isles.<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student.<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; School Hallway.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mr. Twist<br><br><br>The small girl lurked behind the teacher like a shadow. As if he was parting the sea of students. Blue eyes looking at the floor as they moved, "I swear I will do better!" Her soft, sweet voice answers.Though the bit about being a good student brought a smile to her face. She knew she was different here.She had no magical powers. She was small and weak. She was not confident in herself. She just did not really fit in.But that was not going to stop her from doing the best she could. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, Sir." Allison answered timidly as she did her best to stay right behind the man. As if he was a shield from all the other students, Blonde hair floating lightly with each step. "I will make sure that all the papers go into my bag when I finish them!" And then after a short pause she ask "Did I do okay? Other than it being late? I worked really hard on it!" There was nothing but truth in her voice. The young lady did her best in everything she did. Though how impressionable she was that could be a force for good or evil. <br><br>&nbsp; As her white floaty dress drifted some the girl drifted slightly in the breeze of the hall Allison nodded her head."I will do what ever I can, Mr. Twist. What do you think that should be?" As normal, the girl was rather smart. But she never had her own ideas. She could learn from books, and lessons. But she was not a leader by any means. She tended to mimic the actions of others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 01:55:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x17online.com/media/images/2012/10/glamour-taylor-swift-460.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allison of the Southern Isles / Hans of the Southern Isles.<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Beginning of 5th Period<br><strong>Location:</strong>Near/under the Bleachers --&gt; Top side<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mal, Nessa, open.<br><br><br>Small, milky hands gripped a leather bound book of crimson. On the spine it read "The basics of magic." Blue eyes locked on the pages as the fifth class started. The forgetful girl was leaning on her bag and lost in the pages under a lovely oak tree. It was as if she was in a trance. Time was frozen around her. The young girls love for magic was clear to anyone who knew her. <br><br>&nbsp; As a soft, cool breeze came through it turned some of the pages. Ca using just enough of a distraction for her to look up and see the bleachers. As other students where there she clearly did not miss class. Eyes like the ocean watched the two as her book was placed neatly in a yellow bag with purple butterflies around it. <br><br>&nbsp; Standing up the same cool breeze creases her skin and causes Allison to stop for a second and enjoy the feeling. But then she is back to her mission. To be sociable and maybe make a friend. One step at a time the girl makes her way to the bleachers walking under them at first she looks to the girl who was under them. A soft, warm smile is given before a sweet voice speaks up. "Hello, I am Allison of the Southern Isles." Is all she can manage to say before she extends er hand outward for a handshake. As that seems to be what people do when trying to make new friends. She the looks to the other one. Called 'Mal' it would seem. With the same warm smile she dips her head respectfully with a soft "Hello."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 02:10:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tumblr_nttau77jYR1thwo3oo1_400_zpsplmzljip.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mal<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the bleachers near the baseball diamond<br><strong>Time:</strong> After lunch, beginning of 5th period.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Mal stopped suddenly when Nessa appeared, and momentarily placed herself between Mal and her escape.&nbsp; There was a slight start, a moment of surprise, in the purple-haired girl's green eyes.&nbsp; Though, when she realized it was only Ms. Octavius, the startled rigid posture relaxed into one of confidence, and possibly even defiance.<br><br>A tiny smirk crept upon Mal's lips, <strong>"Nessa... fancy seeing you here."</strong>&nbsp; Her words dripped like honey, <strong>"I decided a change of scenery was in order,"</strong> Mal said with the barest of nods toward the playing field.&nbsp; <strong>"All the stretching, and exercise has ruined the landscape."</strong><br><br>Green eyes moved to the newcomer, and an eyebrow arched.&nbsp; At first Mal simply assumed that the flighty blonde wanted something from "the girl with the connections."&nbsp; It soon was evident, however, that the child was more clueless than her appearance suggested.<br><br>Teeth raked over her lower lip thoughtfully before she returned the nod to Allison.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello?"</strong> she replied curiously, even as she glanced back to the gym class.&nbsp; These two might get her caught, if she couldn't shepherd them along quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 06:08:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article9061813.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Eddie-Redmayne-Main.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliver Twist<br><strong>Role</strong>: Ethics Professor<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Allison<br><br><br>There was always this pang when he spoke with Allison. Ollie wanted so badly for the young girl to do well. Her in particular, since it seemed like such a deviation from her original incarnation. If he recalled correctly, Allison's initial form had been that of a pragmatic - no... cunning young man willing to plunge an entire populace into a stunning Climate Change reversal in order to prove that sibling rivalry was alive and well in all isles. But this version of the same person seemed to be a lot more open to a life of service. <br><br>The trouble was, the way she was going was almost certain to cost her trust and reasonable independence. Someone was going to take advantage of her at some point in some fashion and she stood a very good chance of being decimated over the whole thing. She needed confidence and faith, praise but it couldn't be false. Whatever happened, she had to have an unwavering understanding of her worth. But... how? How was -<em>he</em>- of all people going to accomplish <em>that</em>?<br><br>"I haven't..." He held up the paper she'd only just handed him as though to prove that he could not have had time to read it as of yet. He opened the small, folder-lined briefcase and slipped the submission inside, closing it with a snap. "I have never, though, been disappointed in your work. I am sure it will be just as good as everything else you've handed in. Even with the deductions for tardy work, that still brings you even with the bulk of the Honour Roll." He reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder, ducking his head slightly in an effort to catch her downcast gaze before it disappeared again. <br><br>"It will get better, I promise. Some of my classes only received their first set of homework this week. It becomes..." For a moment, he halted in the middle of his sentence as though searching for the right word. "More theory, less drudgery as time moves on. Show me you can do this, reliably," he added, tapping the side of the case to indicate her assignment. "And <em>on time</em>, and you'll have no trouble with whatever comes after this." <br><br>As he stood there discussing Allison's particular concerns, the crowd around Ollie seemed to dissipate in the matter of an instant, leaving behind a few last stragglers that made their way slowly for some and with a scurry for others, to doors that closed with dull thuds in behind the latecomers. The next period was about to begin. <br><br>"Oh, dear, I'm late for a new class. Better not leave the others waiting." He took his hand from Allison's shoulder and straightened up, looking over her head towards the stairwell he'd just passed. He'd lost track of where they were as he'd led her along. "I'm sorry, but I really do have to be going. I'll have that paper for you as soon as I can. Have a good afternoon, Allison." He stepped past the girl to head for the stairwell, turning at the last moment to call out her name. "Oh, and Allison?" He waited until she looked at him or acknowledged that she was listening somehow before he moved on. "Try not to worry." <br><br>With that last and a tight-lipped, quick smile he turned and disappeared down the stairs towards his next class. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 20:24:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashionmention.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/28/Nadja-Bender-Gucci-Watches-Jewelry-2014-Campaign-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alain<br><strong>Location:</strong> School, hallway<br><strong>Time:</strong> After lunch, beginning of 5th period.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hades, open (mentioning Professor Twist, Nessa)<br><hr><br>Alain was late for class. Not that this was an unusual sight. In fact, his friends agreed that Alain had become the school's benchmark for fashionable late. All those who arrived before him were on time, early even, and those who arrived later... Well, they should have taken Alain's lead. More annoying than the students who 'did not get it', were the teachers who failed to grasp the concept of fashionably late, and their scoldings were met with a brilliant smile and a vague explanation of this training or that. It was on a rinse and repeat program every day, and today was no different. <br><br>The hallways were clearing with students racing towards class when Alain sauntered past, a sports bag over his shoulder slung over one shoulder. "Good afternoon, Sir!" he called out to Hades upon spotting the Headmaster, somewhat regretting that Stephen and George had just ducked into their respective classrooms. They were always asking him how he managed to get on so well with most teachers, and he'd have been glad to provide them with an example. Still, their loss was soon forgotten and Alain sent the Headmaster a hopeful smile, looking for an opening that'd allow him to breach the topic of his training, and inadequate amount of time he had to spend on it.<br><br>Further down the hallway, he caught sight of another teacher, disappearing into a classroom. Had that been Professor Twist? If Alain had one favorite among the staff, it was Professor Twist. The Ethics Professor rarely bothered him, and so far had not complained about his homework being written in different handwriting each time. This last assignment especially had been one Alain was proud of; the girl who had done his homework had a handwriting that resembled calligraphy. He'd have to allow her to do it again, and he decided to approach her... as soon as he remembered her name. Eh, no matter, there was always that other girl who seemed to know everyone. Surely she'd remember&nbsp; who the blonde with the calligraphic handwriting had been. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-06-2017, 15:02:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Disney/Nessa_zpso66pu8bg.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa "Nessa" Octavius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under the Bleachers --&gt; Top side<br><strong>Time:</strong> Beginning of 5th Period<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mal &amp; Allison | Open<br><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> -- --<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">If Nessa was even a little concerned about possibly being caught it didn't show in either her face of her posture. "Ohhhh... I dunno. Some of that stretching has its merits." She replied with a chuckle as Mal's words left her to glance toward the gym class that had come out to the field but really it was Mal herself that held most of the brunette's attention. Mostly because she couldn't recall a time when the other girl had perhaps been so bold. Then again, she hadn't quite missed that jolt of initial surprise, which suggested to Nessa that Miss Defiance herself wasn't entirely as carefree as she suggested. It made her something of a puzzle and one that was instantly at odds with the easily readable 'freshmeat' that dared to approach the pair of them.<br><br>At the girl's introduction, Nessa flashed Mal a very particular smile, though it shifted and was gone in the next moment as she turned to face the newcomer. The blonde certainly towered over Nessa herself but it made little impact. "Well hello there, Allison. Its a pleasure to meet you." She knew the girl's names already, it was just part of her nature to know these things but being polite never hurt... even if it was perhaps a little condescending. <br><br>"Name's Nessa,” she added almost as after thought. Ignoring the outstretched hand--handshakes were for deal brokering only--Nessa reached up and brushed an imaginary something from the girl's shoulder and tsked. "Seems you are just as late as good ol' Mal here," She pointed out as if she were somehow not included. "You two sure picked an obvious spot though. If you need some cover I could point you in the right direction..." A harmless offer, really.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney's Disciplinary Academy for Troubled Youths (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DinaFlower</strong> on <strong>30-06-2017, 13:01:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x17online.com/media/images/2012/10/glamour-taylor-swift-460.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allison of the Southern Isles / Hans of the Southern Isles.<br><strong>Role</strong>: Student.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Beginning of 5th Period<br><strong>Location:</strong>Near/under the Bleachers --&gt; Top side<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mal, Nessa, open.<br><br><br>Quickly looking to her shoulder to see if something was there, Allison catches the breeze through the bleaches. Causing long, blond hair to drift slightly. Noticing that it it was some form of greeting rather than knocking something off of her. In a rather awkward manner the extend hand is is brought back down to rest at her side before, for a second, it looks as if it might be raised again. "It is nice to meet both of you."&nbsp; A sweet voice answers, followed by a radiant smile. A smile that causes eyes like two blue diamonds to sparkle. <br><br>&nbsp;The way that Mal gave a nervous look around may have put Allison in a place to wonder what she had just approached. If not for how calm Nessa was. And how hard it was to not be awkward around new people. Though one thing was real, and that was her smile. And that much would have been clear to anyone. It was something about being outdoors, it just felt right. With a tilt of her head, blue eyes went between the girls before the smile faded. "Late? Crap... Not again." The words coming after 'late; being very much under her breath and to herself. Though also very much audible to the two other girls if they where to be listening. <br><br>&nbsp;Picking her bag back up, Allison brushes a few of strands of hair out of her face and neatly behind her ear, just for them to fall right back the next time she leans down. Though despite the fact that she was late for yet another class due to how good this book was, the smile came back. "I must have been reading for too long." Strangely the voice fades had changed from a 'make a good impression' voice to a natural one. As if the act of talking to new people was over ridden by the common act of being late. Though she never meant to, she seemed to always pull it off. 'Mr. Twist and I just talked about this too.' She thought before speaking up again. "I am not sure that I want to skip class completely. But if I don't actually go, am I still late?" The question being asked in a very innocent and timid voice. The way the smile wavered as if it was about to leave again showed that she was not very sure of her self. 'But she was making new friends. She thought as she stood there holding the bag. 'And the end does justify the means, right? Well it can at least maybe this one time?' And with that the smile came back in full force. "Yeah sure. I skip class a lot." It was clearly a lie. She did not even try to make it not sound like a lie. "I am sorry. I have no idea why I said that. I have never skipped class before." The voice she is speaking in now being a natural one. As opposed to the one she had used only moments ago. 
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