The Next Day...

Nick walked into the Mess Hall, the day after the Opening Ceremony. He yawned, walking in after getting dressed into some comfy sweatpants, shirt, and sweatshirt, and brushing his teeth and brushing his hair. He sat at the nearest table, piling himself with some french toast. He poured an overload of syrup and put butter on it. He started eating it, looking around at the people of authority. He looked back at the paintings lining the wall, each one of some important person to the Academy. He looked at his class schedule.

Jason walked in. He was defiantly a morning person; when you had your own room, you could wake up at 5 AM and get ready for breakfast at 7. He wore a blue Nike shirt and jeans. He sat down at the popular table, stacking up on healthy fruit and such. He had to mantain a healthy balance; he thought all people should. He started eating, eyeing Mr. O, who was looking down at him. What did he do now? He felt like he was constantly blamed for stuff just because of the vice principal not liking him-- you see, a few years ago, Mr. O's daughter went to the Academy, and Jason kinda dated her before kinda breaking up with her. He continued eating, looking away from Mr. O.

Cleo was in a elegant red dress, leaning against the eastern wall of the Mess Hall. She was observing the students, smiling a bit. She loved mornings.

ooc:

Classes

Cleo's
All first years

Hani
Jason Sungo
Dian Rhye

Victoria
London Quinn

James
Bella DeMarco
Morgan Landry

Leah
Andi Michaels
Lee Sherwood

Aurora
Benjamin Anderson
Eva Boches-Hyatt

Simon
Jade Reece
Lucy Carmichael

I just made these up. Enjoy!

(Also, I made this topic because CTF was getting nowhere, so just skip it)

ooc:hey mason jade's a second year just a reminder
bic: i enter the mess hall still sore from ctf, grabs three pancakes, covers it in syrup and sat at in a empty table. in my skirt and long gray shirt, I put on headphones and tune out the world in fall out boy. i look at authority, being not a morning person, no one should make me angry. then i focus on my food

Aurora was leaning up against the wall in a colorful dress. She was playing with a small ball of light in her hand, dancing it across her fingertips. Her hair was pinned into a pretty updo. She looked at her class list. There were only two students, which made it easier. She hated teaching large classes, as her stutter and anxiety got the best of her. Two kids named Eva and Benjamin; they sounded nice enough. Aurora extinguished her light and watched the students file into the cafeteria.

Leah Howard was not one to loiter around in the morning. No, she was only in the teachers lounge for a couple minutes to say hello to everyone and fill up her “Hail Hydra” mug with coffee. Well, it wasn’t her mug, it was her boyfriends. She sort of stole it from him, but that’s neither here nor there. Then she was off to her classroom, papers in hand, trying not to spill coffee on her bright orange blouse. She had looked at her class list earlier that morning. Two people. Andi Michaels and Lee Sherwood. She had read up on each of them to get a better gist of who she would be spending class time with. Andi Micheals. Fifteen, female, sonic scream and sound manipulation. Then there was Lee Sherwood. Fourteen, female, super speed and electronic hacking. Sometimes Leah wondered who decided the schedules. None of those powers were any sort of match to hers. How is someone with a perfect memory and telekinesis powers supposed to help with super speed or sonic scream? Well, Leah would figure it out.
Leah unlocked the door to her classroom, almost dropping her mug in the process. She flipped on the lights and set down her things on her desk before she dropped everything. She left her door open so that her two students could come in when they pleased. Her room was nice, she’s occupied it for three years and still hasn’t grown tired of it. It wasn’t too big, not that one needed a lot of space for a class of two people. She covered the walls in a variety of posters. Most were prints of famous pieces of art, she had Monet’s Waterlilies and a couple Bansky pieces. Then there was a map of the world, a map of the USA, and a map of the British Isles.  She didn’t really require posters in her class, but she wanted the room to feel less blank.
Leah stood on a chair to turn on the projector, which started to power up. Then she connected her laptop to the projector and booted it up. When she was done setting up Ms. Howard leaned against her whiteboard waiting for her two students to arrive.

Simon jumped in, in a flash. Literally, because he could do that. With his coffee in his hand he looked around at the new and old students. He smirked, thinking "This will be a fun year." He took a sip of his coffee and sighed.

Lee swooshed in, seemingly appearing next to the breakfast buffet in the Mess Hall. She was wearing a comfortable green plaid shirt with skinny white jeans and Reeboks, a black wool beanie on her short dark hair. She took some pancakes, a toast with bacon, scrambled eggs and a blueberry smoothie before shooting over to a table, the food almost falling from her tray.


Oh, how I loved to stay in bed... I already missed the holidays. Now I was supposed to stand up at 7 every morning and my eyelids fluttered continuously.
Suppressing a yawn, I walked into the Mess Hall with Andi, dressed in a deep blue shirt, black trousers and mismatched Chuck Taylor's, one blue, one green. A single stylized silver arrowhead pendant was attached around my neck -- I wasn't the type to wear a lot of jewelry or make-up anyway.
Examining the buffet, I tried to single out what could be considered European breakfast. I just wasn't inhabited to the whole scrambled eggs/bacon/thing concepts, so I took a toast with ham, some pancakes (never had those for breakfast) and a bowl of cereals. I then proceeded to pour apple juice and orange juice into a glass, put it on my tray and walked to an empty table, covering my pancakes with a zigzag of acorn syrup.

Victoria didn't eat a lot during mornings -- only a toast with butter dipped into a cup of Earl Grey tea with perhaps one or two ginger biscuits. She was reading a book about quantum mechanics at the teachers's table, taking mental notes and highlighting some sentences in yellow. The young woman finally looked up from the pages as she was given a paper with the name of her student: London Quinn. Well then. She immediately recognized her at her hair color, then went back to reading. She'd meet her soon enough.

"I got sir James Renju," I told Andi. "Never had him."

The pancakes tasted divine and I quickly swallowed my cereals with some milk before attacking the ham toast. Dude, I was hungry.

"What about you?"

Simon took another sip of his coffee and made his way to his room. He sat at the front of the class, just thinking about his past.

OOC: You do realize Simon is a teacher, right?

OOC: No, I didn't. He's not listed as one of the teachers in the sign-ups topic; I'm very sorry. Let me edit my post so that she didn't sit next to him xD

Ben sat in Miss Aurora's class and sighed slightly at the level of boredom held from today after yesterday the game. He felt almost like the game never happened because of hos uneventful and time wasting the whole ordeal was.