[center][h1][color=forestgreen]Lucy Parker[/color][/h1][/center]
Lucy's first day at Academy 218 was far more normal than she had been expecting. This was her first year of college and since she was basically here just to get her NEST certification and learn to control her telepathy Lucy hadn't selected a major. Instead she'd taken a rather standard array of class as well as a number of arts classes she knew she'd enjoy. Going around the school you saw somethings that were out of the ordinary, people with there textbooks floating beside them. Others using flames in there hands to illuminate the pages of a book they read as they walked. Other than that though it was odd how much it seemed like she was living at high school.

At long last the final class of the day came round. Lucy had selected Blackmore's Power Control class over Ruben's Power History class not out of a lack of interest but for necessity. Lucy would have loved to take Power History. Thanks to her father Lucy had had a love of books and stories since she was little. However the need to be able to shut her powers off outweighed whatever she could learn in Ruben's class.

Lucy was assigned some sort of uniform before the start of Blackmore's class. It looked like a cross between a wet suit and S.W.A.T gear. Though it seemed everyone had received a different color Lucy's was a dark green which matched almost exactly her army jacket. Lucy wondered when these had been made and how they matched the colors. It obviously wasn't random. After changing into the suit Lucy examined herself in the mirror. The suit was skintight and hugged Lucy's figure a lot more than she was comfortable with. Not that Lucy had anything to be ashamed of. She had a nice hourglass figure and her curves were in the right places but this was not something that Lucy was [i]ever[/i] comfortable showing off. There was a reason she wore loose jeans and a too large army jacket.

Trying to shake off her insecurities Lucy looked back at her pile of clothing and books that she'd shoved into one of the lockers for a moment before going back into it and retrieving both her army jacket and her IPod. The headphones she wrapped round her neck and the jacket she slung over her shoulder. No doubt neither of these things was allowed in the class but Lucy needed her headphones just in case the voices got to deafening and the jacket was more of a security blanket, a little slice of home.

With the things she needed in her arms Lucy closed up her locker and left the changing rooms. The moment Lucy passed into the main room she was met with a flurry of thoughts launched like crossbow bolts at her brain. Lucy got the vague impressions of someone who seemed like a dangerous pyromaniac, then a girl who was far too full of herself and finally a boy who couldn't have been more nervous if the cops were after him. All of these targeted Lucy like homing missiles before the mass of thoughts being generated by everyone else completely eclipsed them.

Lucy's head started pounding so hard it felt like her brain was trying expand out of her skull. In one swift movement Lucy snapped on her headphones a turned on Johnny Cash's Solitary Man at max volume. Lucy made her way into the center of the crowd and when the teacher started to speak she moved one of her headphones just enough off her ear that she could hear him but not so much that she was overwhelmed by all the minds surrounding her.

Blackmore explained the purpose of the suits and what they would be doing in today's classes. Lucy couldn't help but feel that all of this was geared more towards those that had combat oriented powers, or at least ones that influenced the real world. The people that could teleport or throw fireballs. There seemed to be very little room for a mind reader in a place like this. 

While Lucy was thinking this two intimidating looking people in the back of the class very nearly started a fight. This 'arena' seemed to Lucy like a very bad idea for people to figure out there powers. After all if some mutants were as violent as some humans this could easily turn into a blood sport. The fight was broken before it started by the teachers... obviously. Who was stupid enough to try and start something right under the nose of a very strict looking man like Blackmore. When the teacher asked for questions Lucy was more than happy to oblige.

"Excuse me Mr. Blackmore." She shouted putting up her hand. "What is this class intended to teach those of us that don't have combat related abilities. Honestly, this place looks more like a Colosseum than a dojo. How do you train people whose power doesn't have a weaponizable application?"