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Post by SilyCllarinet on Apr 16, 2015 19:56:47 GMT -7
What's going on with everyone during orientation? Are they just wandering around? Did they skip most of it?
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Post by SilyCllarinet on Apr 16, 2015 19:58:16 GMT -7
The flip of a page. Scratching of a pencil. Silence. Breathing in, out. Silence still. Studying for the sake of studying? Perhaps. Studying to get ahead of her peers? Maybe, but that wouldn’t take much effort at all. No, she was studying with a passion burning to her very core. Of the twelve schools of magic, Cosmic was the hardest to get into, but Veralidane was hellbent on making it in, and she had yet to face a challenge she couldn’t meet. There was zero question in her ability to work hard and come up on top. Orientation surrounded her-- the welcoming of Veralidate and the other 15-year-olds in the main building of Alibaster Hills Academy of the Arts. Sure, she was paying attention and taking notes for that, but meanwhile in her head ran theories of spells and sequences of glyphs. Knowledge was her beverage, and she was thirsty. A tap on her shoulder, and she snapped aware. “Hi!” Veralidane brushed her short auburn hair from her face to see a girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. The girl’s hair seemed cut-- almost shaved-- in the back and long in the front. She wore robes with the school crest on them. “Hello,” Veralidane said, trying to be polite, but also a little irked that her train of thought had been interrupted. “Nikita.” The girl put out her hand. “Veralidane.” She shook it. Silence. Long silence. “Did you need something?” “Oh!” Nikita started. “I kinda missed some of orientation. Do you know where the dorms are?” Veralidane pointed. “Okay thanks!” Veralidane stared as the strange girl called Nikita went around the corner. She then shook off the encounter and decided that it wasn’t a bad time for her to head to the dorms, as well. Orientation seemed to be wrapping up, anyway.
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Post by assassininblack on Apr 17, 2015 11:34:32 GMT -7
A bunch of students milling around trying to memorize maps or listen to inspiring speeches about the school's history? Boring. Let's skip orientation. It's nothing you can't find if you take the time to read literally anything. The internet was crawling with stories, not that Nikita was a fool and believed everything she read. Like with most things Nikita preferred to make her own path, learn what she needed along the way. Usually it was fool proof. But now with half an idea of a map that was up near the entrance of the school she was totally lost. She resolved to map this place out later with a finer attention to detail, but for right now she needed a place to set down her bag and get a good nap. A group of students, looks like orientation was set to find her. She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and set her sights for a girl with auburn short hair, held back with pins as she scribbled notes on the page. Nikita tapped the girls shoulder, the girl's head snapped up like she was being pulled away from a interesting book, something that might hold the answer to life itself. Manors Nikita, you might need them some day "Hi!" She tried to be kind and slightly upbeat in her voice, after all maybe auburn wouldn't be so angry with the interruption if she kept herself upbeat. "Hello" was the reply, polite and clipped. And there was the look of contempt, maybe the answer to everything in life did lie on that paper, she'd have to check eventually. "Nikita" Polite responses will get you anywhere in life. She stuck out her hand, hoping that maybe she would be alright. "Veralidane" a polite handshake, where did her pencil go? did it stay with the paper? what is so interesting about orientation that she needs to take notes anyway? Nikita glanced down at the paper, reading a bit of it upside down before focusing on Val's face again, trying to memorize such a expansive name. Defeux sounds stuck up, but Veralidane sounds like something one would hear in a high fantasy novel as a word that means something in another language that's untranslatable into English, like the sound of thunder rolling down a mountain long before you see the rain, or the smell of a hidden pond untouched by human hands for decades. It also sounded kinda cruel of their parents to name their kid that, asking for some mean nickname. What would be a good nick-"Did you need something?" Nikita jumped slightly. "Oh!" she fumbled with her words for a moment. "I kinda missed some of orientation." all of orientation "Do you know where the dorms are?" Veralidane pointed, Nikita nodded as her mind kept trying to make up nicknames for the girl, because there was no way she was going to remember how to pronounce that name. "Okay thanks!" Nikita flashed a quick smile as she took off, in a hurry to get to her nap. She'd figure out something to call Veralidane later.
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Post by Pippa/Pippin Elliot on Apr 21, 2015 15:51:20 GMT -7
Pippa curled her toes in her white Converse and shifted in her pink, 50's-style dress. Her short black hair was all pulled over to one side, showing off the shaved part and uncovering all her pale blue highlights. The pen in her hand doodled lazily as her mind drifted. This was so stupid. She'd already been here for years. Orientation wasn't going to tell her anything that she didn't already know. She wouldn't even be here if Professor Merrison, a life, hadn't come over with her annoying cheerfulness and forced Pippa out. In face, Pippa probably would even be awake. it was too early for this, or anything. The admittedly very attractive girl next to her, with her complexly braided hair and beautiful blue-green eyes, looked just about as interested in the lecture as Pippa. Finally, she couldn't take it any more and she leaned over to the girl and whispered, "Hey, you wanna blow this joint? I know all the best forbidden places and even a couple haunted ones." It maybe wasn't the best line to use, but the girl looked like she could handle a bit of adventure. The girl paused, looking around, and Pippa thought she was going to refuse. But then she said, "Actually, yes. Let's go." Pippa didn't need any more prompting than that, mostly since she was going to go with or without the other chick. She threw her notebook into her bag, which today was a white messenger bag to match her white shoes, and slipped through the door. This. This was why she always sat in the back by the door. She didn't like feeling trapped and always had an escape route. Once the door closed behind them, she held out her hand. "Pippa. Pippa Elliot." Outfit: Clicky!!
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Post by Ashling Dashwood on Apr 21, 2015 22:34:39 GMT -7
Ashing drummed her fingers against her crossed arms, not paying attention to anything that the lecture was saying. She already knew everything that they had said so far. Milo had filled her in on practically everything she needed to know about the school and she knew the campus well from the few times she and her parents had visited him on "Family Day", so she really didn't see the point of being cooped up inside. She sighed and looked around the room. There were clusters of people all around the room. Some of them had changed into this school uniform. Ashling frowned slightly, not looking forward to having to wear the robes. She much rather preferred her jeans and leather jacket. Something told her that there was no way around wearing the robes though. Her gaze shifted around the room and she spotted a girl with short auburn hair, already with her nose in a book. Ashling let out a quiet snort. 'And we've got the book worm...' she thought with a small smile, 'and the slacker...' she noted a blonde girl, whose robe was falling off her shoulder exposing her white long sleeve shirt, walking away from the "book worm", 'and the...oh dear...' her eyes fell on a girl standing not to far from her. Her black hair was cut in a edgy style and had blue highlights in it. 'and here's the rebel...' The other girl was staring at her in a way that made Ashling feel a little uncomfortable. She gave her a small smile and turned her attention back to the speaker. They were saying something about having to be in their dorms after 9 p.m. 'yeah that rule's gonna be broken...' she thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the other girl had moved closer to her. "Hey wanna blow this joint?" she whispered in her ear. "I know all the best forbidden places and even a couple haunted ones." Ashling thought about it for a moment. She had been planning on exploring the campus and finding all the hidden places that Milo hadn't told her about. And honestly anything would be better then standing there listening to a dull lecture on things that she already knew. "Actually, yes. Let's go." she said, adjusting the straps of her back pack. The other girl nodded and lead the way out of the room, with Ashling following close behind her. Once they were out of the main hall, the girl stopped and turned towards her, her hand out stretched. "Pippa. Pippa Elliot." she said. "Ashling Dashwood." Ashling said, taking her hand. "So, where are theses forbidden places? Surly the hall isn't one." Outfit: Click here!
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Post by Pippa/Pippin Elliot on Apr 23, 2015 18:28:42 GMT -7
Pippa rolled her eyes. "You could check, if you like," she said before walking off casually, watching the paintings to her left. She was looking for the creepy dark one of the forest at night.
She waited to look back at Ashling until she had already found the button on the side and pulled the foggy scene away from the wall. "Well? Are you coming?" She asked before stepping down onto the spiral staircase she had revealed. "Oh, and dear," she called over her shoulder. "Make sure you close the painting behind you. Don't want everybody knowing."
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Post by assassininblack on Apr 29, 2015 22:29:44 GMT -7
Tapping down the halls. a soft click, a moving picture. How cool was that? Nikita was sitting on top of the banister. It was a small ledge but she could cling to it and watch from above. She reached for her pocket, and her phone. She didn't get many bars here, just enough to get 3G in most places. Her balance slipped and she tumbled down the wall, landing on her ass. "owwwww" she muttered, it had taken a good few moments to get up there after her nap had been wrecked by some whiny pet, scratching at the bars of their carrying case. She looked up at the open painting and the long haired girl in front of her. It was awkward for a moment, it's not everyday some girl fell from what appeared from heaven. She adjusted her robe a bit so it wasn't around her waist. How does she keep her head up with all that weight? Her head is litterally twice the size of a normal person, how does it not just snap back? She must have a neck that can crack wallnuts. just slam her chin down and suddenly, nut!
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Post by Ashling Dashwood on Apr 29, 2015 22:50:51 GMT -7
Ashling reached for the edge of the painting to close it, just as something came falling down in front of her. She blinked and looked down. The slacker girl she had spotted earlier and laying in a tangled heap of robes and limbs on the floor.
"What the..." she said looking up. There was a small ledge above them. The girl must have been sitting up there, and fell. She thought for a second on just how she got there, then decided that it really didn't matter. Glancing down the hall, she saw that Pippa was still walking down the passage. She'd catch up to her in a second. It wasn't everyday that you got a chance to heckle someone how fell right in front of you. She just couldn't pass up this chance.
"Let me guess," she said raising an eyebrow. "Your name must be Grace."
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Post by assassininblack on Apr 29, 2015 23:12:02 GMT -7
Holy crap, she can move her head, it's not even holding it still, the hair bounced slightly in the braid. wrapped and coiled, if you cut it off and replaced it with a medium to large snake it wouldn't be a difference.And holy crap shiny, made moonshine man.
"what the..." Oh pretty stairs. that must be something fun. To go slipping down a dark staircase with a pretty female. What's at the bottom? One of the many things that was a secret about this school. Oh she so badly-
"Let me guess, your name must be Grace"
Nikita pouted a bit up at her before comeing up and moving past her, making awed noises. "Not quite." She smiled as she started down the stairs. A small giggle leaving her as she came up on the pretty lady. her hair shaved in that awesome style and moving past her. Her dress could blind someone with how happy it was. She was adorable.
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Post by SilyCllarinet on Apr 30, 2015 22:04:11 GMT -7
As she moved toward the dorms for some peace and quiet after a lot of note-taking and information-gathering, Veralidane suddenly noticed something from the corner of her eye. There, leaving the room and going to the halls of the rest of the building, were a couple of girls. Was there a tour guide leading them, and perhaps others? Could Veralidane learn more about the rest of the school from a tour?
Quickly, but quietly, so as not to disturb any explanations going on, she followed the girls through the door and into the hallway. When she got there, a few strange sights interrupted her thoughts. A canvas hanging from the wall seemed to have opened up, and behind it was what seemed to be a secret passage. Standing in awe at this strange sight, Veralidane could do nothing but stare as suddenly something fell from what seemed to be the ceiling. When the body hit the floor and began to stand, it became obvious that it had been Nikita, the spacey girl that Veralidane had met before. She had almost fallen on top of a girl who had been standing in front of the secret passage--a brunette with extremely long braided hair.
"What the..." both Veralidane and the brunette said at the same time, and then after a moment, the brunette said, "Let me guess. Your name must be Grace."
"Not quite," Nikita said, rubbing her head.
"What the heck was that, Nikita?!" Veralidane called from across the room. She ran over to her acquaintance to see if Nikita was alright. Upon looking up, Veralidane realized that Nikita had fallen from a banister. "What were you doing up there?"
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Post by Pippa/Pippin Elliot on May 1, 2015 12:35:18 GMT -7
Pippa heard the commotion behind her and rolled her eyes. Well, so much for this tunnel being a well-kept secret. At least it didn't seem like orientation was out, so it was just a couple stragglers that would know. She could handle that. She continued walking, figuring whoever was out there would follow eventually, if they wanted to.
This was her favorite of the secret tunnels, mostly because of where it led. The Mind School. Forbidden? Yeah, sure, whatever. It fascinated her. She spent a lot of time there, reading the books she found, almost hoping that her power would manifest that way. But if it did, she would definitely have to teach herself. None of the teachers would ever do it.
She hit the other spiral staircase and emerged up into the Mind Tower. It looked like a tall library, with another staircase running around the inside edge of the tower. The whole place was dusty except for the chair that she usually sat in, and the stack of books she was currently reading, which were both on the top floor of the tower. She went straight there now, picking up The Art of Image Projection and flopping into the chair, feet on the table, thinking she could get some reading in before the others got here. And if they didn't come, cool. Still reading.
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Post by Ashling Dashwood on May 5, 2015 19:32:56 GMT -7
Ashling glanced after the girl who had fallen. She had already disappeared down the passage. There was really no use standing here any longer. She was dying to know what lay at the end of this passage. She looked back at the other girl who had come up, noticing that it was "the book worm" she had spotted earlier.
"Fancy seeing something that you wont find on the map they gave out?" she asked, turning to walk down the passage. She glanced back and saw that the other girl hadn't moved. She stopped and looked at her. "Well? Are you coming?"
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Post by SilyCllarinet on May 28, 2015 8:08:38 GMT -7
Veralidane was hesitant. It wasn't that she HAD to follow the rules all the time. But rules were there for a reason, and she had to analyze if it was worth it to risk getting caught for what she got out of the situation. Plus there was the factor of the probability of getting caught. Yes, the staff of the school was largely distracted by incoming students in orientation, as well as returning students arriving soon enough. But this group that was possibly in a forbidden part of the school was getting larger and larger by the minute. Was four too much of a crowd?
...But it might be worth the risk.
"Where are we going?" Veralidane called to the brunette.
"I don't know," the girl said. "But isn't that the point? To find out?"
Well, you can't argue with that logic, Veralidane thought to herself, and followed the group to who-knew-where for who-knew-what reason.
Adventure. What an interesting idea.
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Post by Ashling Dashwood on Jun 3, 2015 0:15:59 GMT -7
Ashling followed the dark passageway, anticipation growing with every step. After a while it opened up into a large dusty room that reminded her of a library. Glancing around she saw the blonde girl wondering around the stacks of dusty books, taking pictures on her phone.
"What are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Taking pictures for my blog," she answered mater-a-factually. There was a flurry of moment from the loft above them, and Pippa pokeded her head over the railing.
"No don't do that!" she exclaimed.
"What? Why not?" the other girl pouted, turning to look up at her.
"'Cause I don't want other people to know about this place," Pippa explained. "It's bad enough that you and that other chick followed Ashling through. Thanks for that by the way." She folded her arms over her chest and frowned slightly at Ashling.
"I didn't broadcast that we were going here," she said defensively. "That one almost fell on me," she pointed towards the blonde girl who was sneakily continuing to take pictures. "And I didn't want to leave that one in the hall to draw more attention," she guested to the book worm who had followed her. Her jaw dropped to the floor when she came into the room.
"Anyway, why does it matter? What is this place?" AShling asked. To her it just looked like an old part of the library that they didn't use anymore for whatever reason. What was so important?
The book worm wandered into the room. She ran her hands over the dusty books, pausing to open one.
"Clairvoyance...I didn't think that this was taught," she moved to another book and opened it. "Sleights of Mind...wait...no this can't be...' she said looking around the room.
"Can't be what?" the blonde girl asked.
"The Mind School," the book worm said, sounding in awe as she looked around the room.
Ashling blinked. "You mean to tell me that we found one of the lost schools that technically isn't supposed to exist?"
The blonde girl squelled and clapped her hands in joy. "Oh please, oh please, oh please! You gotta let me blog this. This is just too cool. Common! It's not everyday that you come across a real live legend like this!"
"No," Pippa said firmly. The girls face fell.
"But-" she started.
"If this gets out, they'll seal it up tighter then Fort Knox, and we won't be able to come back here," Ashing cut her off. "I don't know about you, but I kinda like it here, and I want to be able to come back,"
"Agreed." Pippa and the book worm said together. The blonde girl looked sadly down at the floor and slipped her phone back in her pocket. Ashling looked at the two girls in front of her, and realized that she didn't even know their names. She felt bad. They had been on this adventure for a little bit now and she hadn't taken a moment to get to know them. But honestly, was there a better way to start friendships then spontaneous adventures?
"I'm Ashling, by the way," she said offering her hand to the blonde girl. She had plopped down on a stack of books pouting.
"Nikita," she said, shaking Ashling's hand vigorously. "And that's Vala...Valsd...Valashing..."
"Veralidane," the book worm corrected her.
"That's what I said," Nikita insisted. "Whose the other girl?"
"Oh that's Pippa." Ashling said looking up to where Pippa had been standing, but she had disappeared someplace else. Ashling shrugged and looked back at Nikita. "Wherever she is, that's Pippa."
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Post by Pippa/Pippin Elliot on Jun 3, 2015 0:44:57 GMT -7
Pippa had gone back upstairs to grab the book she had been reading and her bag. The book disappeared into said bag as she walked down the steps. Who cared that she slept in the same wing as the teachers? It's not like they raided her room all the time. In fact, she had found that she was able to get away with more than normal students. Some kind of crazy honor system that Pippa definitely didn't adhere to.
"Isn't this place fascinating?" She asked as she rejoined the group. "I found it a couple years ago, when I first got here. I was too young for classes, so they just let me wander around as I pleased." Bad idea, she laughed to herself. She might not have fully realized it then, but she definitely knew it now - she was probably the worst person to trust with free time.
"Why did you come here so early?" Veralidaine asked. She had researched the school before coming and knew full-well that even if a student's power manifested itself early, no one came to school until they were fourteen.
"It was either that or foster care," Pippa answered with a shrug, not really wanting to go into details with people that she just met.
"Oh, okay." Thankfully, Veralidaine didn't push it.
"So anyways," Pippa continued, changing the topic. "I know where both of the forbidden schools are. The teachers tell everyone that they were destroyed, but I knew better immediately. True learners would never destroy knowledge willingly. And I had lots of free time, so I went treasure hunting."
"So you know where the Death school is, too?" Ashling asked. Following Pippa was turning out to be a pretty good idea. She really did know where all the best spots were.
"Of course, I-" Before Pippa could finish her sentence, they heard a bell ringing in the distance. "Crap! That's the bell. Orientation is out. We should probably get back before someone misses us." The bell was probably calling everyone to lunch. The new students might be able to come late or skip, but everyone knew Pippa and would be expecting her. She snagged another book, figuring she'd just look at the title later. It was bound to be interesting if it was here. Then she turned tail and ran back towards the school.
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