Laxentry Academy ic

[jeckellette]

The trip, no matter how long and from where, ends in a black prestigious car rolling down a dirt road in Oregon for over an hour, opening to a small private runway. There was a single streach of pavement, a sleek black jet that looks big enough to fit maybe 40 people, and one small building. You are one of a Paine of cars, one passenger seems to be in each car. A single man in a straight black business suit and black shades waits in a military at-ease stance as the cars pull up in a simi-circle around him and stop.


Urick, in the front car, waits for the car to stop, the gets quickly out of the car. He hated being penned up and streached to smooth out his wire tight muscles. His leather coat shined in the bright sun, in contrast to his stark black jeans. He waited for the others to exit their cars and for the single man to talk, holding the large leather footbag that held all he owned.

[FireBubblez]

Valentine had finally gotten some greatly needed sleep. She woke as the car pulled up, rubbing her eyes groggily. Was she excited? No. She was unsuure if thesestrangers would accept her or not. The man driving the car told her to go on and get out. Before she did, Val pulled her long snow-colored hair up into a ponytail, and pushed down the black sleeves her long sleeved t-shirt, which she had rolled up because it had gotten hot. Usually she wouldn't have done that, but the only people in the car were her and the driver. The driver wasn't really paying any attention, so she felt it ok to cool herself down for once, and not have a heatstroke because she got too hot.

Val sighed and slowly got out of the car. She did some professional gymnastic stretches, not wanting her muscles to seize up. Because when they did, she could risk pulling one of them out of place while practicing her talent, and then she would be useless, and probably sent back to the horrid people she called parents. After stretching, Val walked around the back of the car and pulled her one duffel bag out of the trunk. It wasn't as much things as others would bring, but it was all new. She had made sure to sneak out and buy a few new outfits with some of the money her biological parents had left for her in an apology about having to leave her. She knew her real parents were great people. For a moment, she felt like crying, but it quickly disappeared. She leaned against the car. No way in hell was she making the first move. She wouldn't step up to the scary military dude until someone else did.

[Torack]

Josh's car finally pulled up, to where, he had no idea. Not that he was paying much attention. During the whole ride he was mostly on his phone either playing on the various games or texting friends of his back home. He got out of the car and mindlessly took his duffel back from the trunk and set it beside him. A few minutes in, he noticed the two standing beside him and a military guy in the centre. How was it he only just saw the guy? He gave his most charming smile to the two beside him and nodded at them before his attention went back to his phone.

The lady to the left of him was stretching and couldn't help but notice it. She was awfully flexible, she must have come from cheerleading. He liked cheerleaders, and that suddenly brought back memories from high school. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. She could also be a gymnast, probably. Either way, her stretches kept invading the corner of eyes as he messed with his phone and didn't resist the temptation to raise an eyebrow, his eyes still focused on the phone.

After a few minutes, Josh's face twisted slightly for a second as he looked back up to the man in the sleek suit. He was probably waiting for the others to get out of their cars before he introduced himself, he figured as he lazily looked back down to his phone.

[Thaniloan]

The car ride for Skylar was a long one but time had flown by, passed as he last himself in the music. It wasn't the average car radio, it was him playing his guitar and singing in the back. The driver never said anything so he just kept playing. His playing was perfect, like usual, but something changed. The texture of the road, it wasn't smooth anymore. As the road changed, it made Skylar slip a little from the unexpected change, but it was only a small and didn't disrupt the song. He continued playing as the car stopped, finishing the song he was playing before he opened the door, Skylar had a smile on his face, he was lost in the music. When Skylar reached for the door handle the driver finally spoke. "You're good kid" Was all he said to Skylar as the door swung open to the car. His nerves started to hit him, so Skylar took a deep breathe and began to strum as he got out of the car. The other stood silent, or stretched and a man in the middle. Skylar being nervous just continued to play as he stepped up by the others. Glancing around Skylar saw everyone had bags, most likely their belongings. He had debated about bringing stuff, but decided that his guitar was all he needed. It was the same guitar that the music teacher gave him so many years prior to his invitation to Laxentry. As he stood their still strumming and singing in the group. Nobody had told him to stop, but he figured he would have to when the militant man in the middle began to talk, but right now wasn't that time.

As he stood their singing and strumming he smiled, and glanced around. A couple of the people were stretching while one was playing on his phone. Is this it he thought as he glanced behind him to notice the rest of the cars. I guess there's a person in each car? he questioned to himself, as he played waiting for everyone to get out of the cars, and for the time to pass to where the guy in the middle began to talk. Skylar was slightly excited about the new adventure but he was more nervous about what was about to happen.

[Seraphs Revenge]

Galon's car ride was very quiet. Well on his behalf it was. The driver was talking most of the way; like one of those taxi drivers you find in the city, who tries to keep you occupied for the trip. Galon never said a word. Wasn't his thing. He was always the quiet one. On the trip to the private airport, he got the opportunity to see all kinds of things. Cities, farms, forests. Things he was used to, yes. But, things he loved to watch slowly pass by in a car. It always calmed him down.

When the car carrying Galon pulled up and stopped, He opened the door putting his sunglasses on. They were darker and slightly rose tinted, Only enough to make the colors seem warmer. He walked to the back and pulled a single bag out of the trunk. All he came with was the clothes on his back and a few other changes and a laptop with a couple accessories. Not many though. As he closed the trunk, he settle the bag on his back and stood by the others. Not in a very intrusive way but, he didn't care if he was noticed or not.

[Nosuchthing]

Genevieve stretched as she got out of the car, cramped after the long and uncomfortable journey. She spotted another girl doing the same, though clearly stretches intended for a different purpose. She flexed, enjoying the freedom of the open air after hours cooped up in that small space, luxurious yes, but there was no freedom in it, not like the gentle embrace and caress of the water. She longed for it, she never really felt at home unless she was swimming, at least it wouldn't be too long now. She took a small rucksack and suitcase out of the trunk, she hadn't brough much, enough for a couple of weeks, a few books.

She looked down the line of the cars, most of them looked about her age, except for the first guy, who looked in his mid twenties, she wondered why someone that old would be at a school for the gifted? It wasn't like he could have been held back a year.

[Silyan]

Nikita stepped out of the black car and yawned loudly, dragging several big black suitcases out with her. The tiny girl looked around at everyone, studying each person closely. In her mind, she labeled each one. Her expectation if this place was that it would be just like high school, with the jocks and the nerds with all that wonderful stuff in between. Without knowing, she had begun to tap her foot for each one she saw, ending at six. "Six people so far. Wonder how many more..." Nikita muttered quietly, averting her gaze to the ground. Her hair was done up it's usual style, and her right blue eyes were masked behind sunglasses. The sunlight was a bit much for eyes, it would take a while for her to get used to it.

[Leather Wytch]

Sarah couldn't wait to get out of that fancy car. It wasn't right. It was too nice. Too new. It seemed... fake, somehow. She shrugged the feeling off as she got out and grabbed her bags, heading to where everyone was gathering by the plane.

She had only brought the basic essentials. Her skateboard, ipod, phone, one dufflebag full of clothes & hygiene products and one backpack full of spraypaint. She left plenty of gear behind with Kat. But the school said they'd provide everything she needed.

The teen quickly put on her backpack, threw the duffle bag over her shoulder. And took off toward everyone on her board. Earphones hung around her neck blasting thrash metal. The bottom of her skateboard was adorned with images of demons and corpses.

Before she got up to where everyone was at she broke into a 360 spin on one wheel, throwing two middle fingers up at the world behind her and finally heelflipping her board before continuing toward the group. She sailed over toward Nikita and smiled at her, waving as she went by. She zigged and zagged between people, practicing various flips as she went.

[Kael Ravenheart]

Sven sat in the back of the car with his hands folded impatiently, his eyes watching the driver the entire time, glaring at him. How could he be sure that this guy was taking him where he said he was? The driver kept glancing into the back at him, and Sven could tell that he was getting a bit nervous at Sven's glares. He didn't really care how the driver felt, as long as he got him where he was supposed to go.

When the car finally pulled up, Sven got out cautiously, eyeing the group of people who had already arrived. He hadn't brought much with him, just his favorite trophies and luxuries like his cell phone, laptop, a set of clothes, and of course a bag full of the "tools of his trade", including picks, decoders, knives, emp emitters, rubber gloves and other essentials. His skills got him through most of his jobs, but every once in a while there was one that needed a little tech.

He lifted his bags onto his shoulders, his eyes scanning over the people, marking them. A couple of pretty female athletes, a twitchy musician, a brooding type guy, a rich social climber, a mousy pretty girl with sunglasses and... his eyes widened a bit. Could that be Sarah? He watched the girl ride her skateboard between the others, not caring if she invaded their personal space as she busted moves. He gave a small grin. It couldn't be anyone else. She was one of the few people he trusted. Not that they'd ever been close. He'd met her on the streets now and again and sometimes she'd help him out with a job, or they might hang out. He found her easy to get along with, since she generally didn't care about what people thought of her and didn't ask questions about him. He'd always felt at easy when he was with her, like a cool pool of water after a scorching hot day. Though of course, he'd never told her that. She was comfortable, and he wouldn't want her getting the wrong idea. He made his way over to where she was riding and called out, "Yo, Punk Rock Girl! What're you doing here? You crashing this party, or did you get busted for your tags?" He'd always teased her about her style and graffiti and called her Punk Rock Girl, like that song by the Dead Milkmen.

[jeckellette]

As the last person got out of the cars, the lone man in the business suit spoke up. His voice W's suprisinly loud, carrying to them all despite being outside and the music.
"Greetings ladies and gentlemen. It's good to see everyone has made it. I would like to start by stating this is not going to be a college work camp where you will be forced to stew over endless books on subjects that are meaningless to you, however this will also not be a pleasure ride. You will be required to spend at least 10 hours of work on your given fields. When not working, you are free to explore the island and enjoy yourselves. This is an exotic island, with plants and animals never seen before anywhere else in the world. For this reason, there is a required vaccination you will need before we leave. While this takes place, I recommended you finish your goodbyes, for there will be no phone communication while in flight. When you are ready, report to the office."
With that, he turns and walks towards the small building.

Urick, still holding his bag, waits for the skateboarder to be away from him before moving to the building.