~Alexis Sinclair~

"Good morning to you sleeping beauty. I hope you're hungry cause I brought you breakfast."

Alexis heard Mishka coming a mile away. Well, maybe not a mile, but she did hear her. Her hearing was good. When Mishka came into the room, she didn't even look up from her laptop, on which she was currently browsing some forum message board. One of her less...sketchy past times on the internet. Usually she was either gaming, or trying out her hacking skills.

"No, not really." She replied, not looking up, or tearing her attention away from the computer. "Thanks for the rude awakening too, jackass. Appreciate it. No really." She shot Mishka a brief glare, before returning to her laptop. "I can take care of myself too, so you wasted your time bringing that."

It was more than a little obvious, she wanted nothing to do with Mishka and wanted her to just leave her alone, go away, and probably crawl somewhere and die. Well, maybe not that extreme. But she did want Mishka gone.

~Meredith Hillard~

Hahahaahah! She got him good! That was hilarious! It was all she could do to restrain herself from laughing and giving herself away. He seemed pretty aware though, like...she was pretty sure he sprouted a few extra eyes!..curious. She was fairly sure he was not one of her kind...so some sort of Bio-manipulation then? Similar to her abilities, but not? Hmm...but how to go about this next! She needed this to be elaborate and good! First...distract him! But how how how without being seen...hrm...She wasn't getting out of her little hiding spot so easily. Switch places with the anatomical dummy?...no...she would be seen...not to mention she didn't fancy taking off her clothes...She'd have to do that some other time. Like...tomorrow!

It seemed like she was backed into a wall here. So how how how how....She needed to distract him somehow...

Tripping him could work.

yes, that was a wonderful idea! After he was tripped, she could swiftly move to her secondary hiding spot!

A thin, fleshy tendril snaked a complicated path across the ground again, making sure to try and stay out of his range of vision. Hiding behind desks, displays, and other things in the room. By the time it reached the kid, it had made quite the complicated path across the floor.

Just as he got a few paces from the back of the room where she was hiding, the tendril wrapped itself around his leg, giving it a sharp tug, pulling his feet out right from under him - or at least, that was the intended effect.

♫A ring ding ding ding d-ding baa aramba baa baa barooumba♫

Graham stirred slightly. He rolled onto his side, pulling whatever was within reach as close to his head as possible. He was quite content with just basking in the darkness, enjoying the sweet numbness that came with sleep, and whateve the fu-

♫Wh-Wha-Whats going on-on ♫

No…

Oh GOD no…

PLEASE…

♫Ding ding♫

Graham shot an arm out, piercing the darkness. A dull light lay on the other side. A harbinger of the endtimes. An enemy to all things good and righteous in the world. It must die. It must be cast into the flames of oblivion before it can breed. IT MUST FEEL THE RIGHTEOUS FURY OF THE GODS THEMSELVES! BEGONE FOUL-

THUD.

Graham opened both eyes and found himself mostly sprawled out on the floor. A leg was still caught up on the bed and he was entirely wrapped up in some sort of comfortable net. Or blanket. Tomato, tomahto.

♫Lets do the crazy froogg♫

The lad frantically flailed his arms, searching for the audio offender. All he wanted was to deliver upon it the sweet embrace of silent death. Why resist, oh dear cell phone? Why-

He spotted it, finally. Without hesitation, he scooped it up, flipped it about, and silenced the musical blasphemy before it could harm him further. Then a sigh of relief left him. Today he had bested the audiobeast, but he was no fool. One day, and that day might be sooner than he’d expect, the Frog would win and he would be no more.

…

Graham yawned then got to his feet. He rolled his eyes and walked off to his lovely wardrobe. Or, y’know, smallish black bag containing the few identical outfits that would comprise the entirety of Graham’s look for the next few years. Sure, he might do something like change a color here or there, or find a new band’s shirt to wear, but the fact of the matter was that he was lazy. Oh well. Shoot ‘em. He reached in and pulled out whatever he touched first. So two pair of jeans, a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, and a single sock. He frowned, tossed one pair of pants aside, and rummaged back through the bag for another sock and a pair of skivvies. Gotta be fresh and all that jazz.

With all of that bullshizzle settled, Graham grabbed a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a towel, and shuffled off to take a shower. Because, apparently, people are offended by the natural manly musk of a man. Well, whatever. Manly male musk’s too good for them anyway.

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Shortly later, the deed was done. Graham left the shower mourning the death of his morning musk. He returned to his room and deposited his dirty clothes carefully wherever the hell they landed on the floor. They were Future Graham’s problem. Present Graham needed to grab his glasses, grab some grub, and get to…

Fuck. Way to drop the ball, Past Graham. Inconsiderate little…

Alright, whatever. So it was his first day and he had no idea where to go. No biggie. He would just…

FUCK.

Graham made a mental note to seek out the nearest time traveler and hitch a ride back to yesterday so he could deliver a large, spicy, 100% American-made bowl of Kentucky-fried whoopass to his lazy self. Seriously, he had two jobs: not die, and find out tomorrow’s schedule.

UGH.

Graham crossed over to the stand by his bed and picked up the glasses. He slapped them on and took a look around. All-in-all, he didn’t end up with a bad room. Not that it was exactly the room he was expecting, though. So apparently his neighbors didn’t take kindly to his err...fits of excitement and optimism. So he maybe claimed ownership of the school whilst shouting profanity to the heavens. So he accidently nearly fell while trying to take a leak...out the window...despite being next door to a bathroom...Still, did all that really warrant his being placed in another room all by his lonesome?

Probably. Shit.

Oh well. Scorpios and Little Bubby would just have to live on without him. Maybe this was for the best. Flying solo meant tons of perks. Like pants! Completely optional. That’s a plus. And who was there to keep him from delving deep into the internet at odd hours of the night? Absolutely nobody. And pantless expeditions into the internet at night?

…

Graham coughed, finding reality once more. He grabbed his backpack, a pen, and some good luck before heading out the door. To…uhm...well, maybe an upperclassman would take pity on a poor lost soul and point him in the general dir- Nah. Not happening. If the roles were switched, he’d just as likely tell the runt something along the lines of, “Ye dare to address moi, shitscum? Know thy place and kneel before thy GODS.” Or something.

“Dear God, I’m a drama queen.” he muttered.

In any case, he had settled on a destination. Cafeteria. Food would energize, revitalize, and just be fucking delicious. The three major nutrients required for a growing bo-

OH HA HA. Hilarious. Jeez, he couldn’t go twenty minutes without even himself making short jokes. Helluva way to start a day, Graham.

But it was a start.

A brand new start of a brand new day.

The first true day at Herculean Academy.

Where the next generation of superheroes are raised…

…

…

What the bloody fuck was he doing here?

"Hey, it's the first day of school. It wouldn't reflect well on you if you were already late on your first lesson."

Alexis rolled her eyes. Like she fucking cared about this stupid school. She wasn't even here because she wanted to be. She decided she was probably gonna end up ignoring Mishka more or less. Not like she really wanted to be friends with the chick. Especially after that stupid stunt with the alarm clocks.

"Besides...If you had just gone to bed at a reasonable time you wouldnt have had any problems with waking up at a normal time. I could have also awoken you when I got up, would you have preferred that? At 5:30?"

Ahahahahaha, if she did that, she'd be eating the ground for breakfast instead of that food. She didn't care how big this bitch was, or how good she thought she was. She still didn't reply though. Maybe if she'd just ignore her long enough, she'd go away.


"Or were you planning on skipping your first school day? If you're not planning on going to any of the classes then why did you even bother coming here if you dont mind me asking."

Actually, yeah, she was. She probably would have gone to the later classes out of sheer boredom, but this early? Fuck no. Not like she gave a damn about these stupid classes anyways.

"And I'm not saying you cant take care of yourself. I just thought it would be nice to bring you some breakfast. And besides...You looked like you needed some proper food for once because, well look at you. You're so scrawny that if you didn't have any superpowers even a child would be able to bring you to the ground."

This.

Fucking.

Bitch.

She did not just-Okay, yeah, she was pissed.

Alexis closed her laptop, setting it aside somewhere it wouldn't be easily damaged. She put her headphones around her neck, and stood up. She looked up at Mishka with a scowl. She was not intimidated by the other girls size at all.

"For your information, bitch," She growled. "I've dealt with scarier things than you before." Not a total lie. She did have to fight without her abilities sometimes...she wasn't the biggest of people, but hell, she could fight. She had to learn how. If it was one thing she had over most people...it was her stubbornness and tenacity. "I may not be some stupid buff muscle-head like you, but I can take care of myself. I don't need these powers to kick someones ass. And FYI, I ain't here cuz I wanna be. If I had it my way, I'd never have even set foot in this stupid place." For multiple reasons. Mostly because she didn't like...facilities like these.

That was the truth. If Her mom hadn't pretty much forced her to be here, she'd out be doing something fun. Like not talking to this chick. She had half a mind to punch this chick and knock her lights out. Permanently. She still had some miniscule amount of self control though, and wasn't about to go gettin' in trouble. If only because she didn't want to put up with it. If this chick said something else though...yeah, she was gonna teach this chick a hard lesson.

-Lukas Kunze-

As the boy strolled confidently, he began to extend his arm upwards, stretching as he traveled closer to the ever beckoning cafeteria. The place was literally welcoming him since his energy was sapped, and he needed the nutrients to restore him from his fatigued state... well, mainly his stomach since it spoke to him in soft growls, indicating that he should depart for that specific area. The boy brought his arms down back to his sides after reaching the peak of stretching, evidenced by his sigh with a quick smirk. He could only hope that naught a soul would be caught in his path, especially since he wanted to make them feel at home... unless they were a jerk and deserved some reprimanding for making anothers life repugnant.

"Ugh, I really should of brought what items I needed for class as it would of saved me a lot of time... I can just head back this time, however next time I might not be punctual... Hmm, I can only wonder what they are like as I still haven't gotten to properly learn about those two occupying the same space as me... Ah, I can probably meet them if they haven't proceeded to their instructor."

As the versed telekinetic rookie pondered on the two enigmas occupying the same space as him, he finally came upon the cafeteria without thankfully running over some poor students who diverged onto the same pathway as him. As he walked into the same familiar room, he took note of a few of his friends procuring sources of nourishment,acknowledging them in a friendly way. It seems a few of them were tired from what he could discern, some still groaning about one specific teacher which Lukas knew was the cause of myriads of mischief.

As he spoke with another, someone else caught his eye, someone foreign and abnormally tall. This girl wasn't the most graceful, however she didn't have any recesses of being a klutz. The giant lady bumped into a few people she passed on her way out, albeit on accident, and eventually passed him. The sight was bemusing as he never noticed the girl before, as she looked seemingly around his age. If her power was to go unnoticed for the longest time, well missy someone unplugged your wire at the source.

Once she exited the general vicinity, he could actually seriously contemplate if she was new or if she had the power of going unnoticed as he would be damned if that girl was like Kellam... however that would be pretty cool as he could easily sneak into girls dorms if they ever decided to invite him over for some... Uh, anyways, the thought lapsed over as he would learn soon enough as most, if not all of the years were paired together with classmates that had experience. Once he went to physics class, the key would unlock the way.

That or he could "break" the laws of physics in Geoffrey's class by levitating a few objects...

... if he was that sort of student who caused chaos on a whim and indulged in volatile situations which would degrade into further perpetuating discord. However, fun and games later, contributing to society first as order was a necessity to keep all the students in check.

As the boy entered the queue, he was rather cut-off by some random person who looked a bit... chubby with a pudgy grin on his face. The boy ruffled his eyebrows ever so slightly with a frown coming to fruition on his face. Didn't this person having any sort of manners in his system, or was he there to function deliberately as a way to troll people? I mean, this was petty for him to be having a mental annoyance over it, but would it kill him to wait an extra thirty seconds to two minutes?

With a placid sigh, the boys eyes began to move about the place, analyzing the same intricate details within the cafeteria itself to pass the time. Instead of talking with friends, he was patiently waiting his turn in line as he kept himself occupied until satisfiable victory was his in the form of healthy breakfast meals which would soon be relocated to a place he would like to call his stomach.

After a few short minutes of waiting, he finally made his presence clear as he began ordering some rather peculiar breakfast meal items that he himself found particularly good while staying within the medium of hearty healthiness. The boy grinned at the food as if it was a lost friend and gave his thanks to those who went through the wonderful creation of a meal that most students would find questionable.

"Ah, excellent, everything is here, per usual, save for one item I always remove in the process of creating this meal... too greasy for my tastes. Anywho, I can eat on the way to my room, dispose of these items, and be well off in time for class... after I possibly hide this scent again by brushing my teeth. Anyways, best I start le-"

Hold on brain, something was well off by a huge margin to the boy as he went off on his own mental tangent before returning to reality as he walked straight into some short kid he surprisingly didn't take notice of. Like seriously, the guy was miniscule from what he could discern and could only come to one unimportant conclusions, along with other hidden ideas.

This generation was comprised of midgets.

...

Ok, that might be an overstatement, but still, he was sure enough that this possible new-blood kid was under the average size for a boy. He was red-headed and had glasses and was rather prepared for the day from what he could discern... and he was focusing on the miniature details currently and not focusing on the big picture - he was on a crash course with this kid just as one car driving on the wrong side of the road was bound to collide with someone.

And there was no recovering from it as he walked straight into the boy, dropping the plate with his order. As swiftly as he could, be for any other disaster might transpire, he delayed the inevitable by stopping the plate at an angle. Lukas could only hope it remained undisturbed as he stumbled slightly back a few centimeters. Caught off guard, and slightly irritated at himself, he brushed himself off before turning his attention to the kid he ran into.

"Hey, you ok? Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention.

Hopefully it would be better than this as this whole situation was awkward.

Borderline obfuscating stupidity to awkwardness anyways.