[centre] [h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3] Graham, assisted by the filthy Tall, got back to his feet. He quickly brushed himself off and adjusted his backpack. Gotta make sure everything was in order, yeah? He noticed that the Tall was like, looking at him. Without talking. Ooookaaaaay then. Maybe the guy realized how awkward a situation he had just made, because Lukas finally decided to introduce himself and- wait, did he just make a Pokepun? He just made a Pokepun. Fuck. This guy was every bit as much of a loser as he was, wasn’t he? And he was a second year? … Was this Lukas dude really just him from the future. Was this FutureGraham coming back to deliver the can of whoopass to PastGraham? Because, dammit, he didn’t go back far enough. The asshat that forgot to pay attention was still a few hours back. Unless...shit, was he going to do something stupid soon? Graham mentally slapped himself. He was being stupid again. And now he was the one just watching without speaking. Double fuck. Lukas started sneering and, well, Graham couldn’t blame him. Then he put both his hands at his sides. Graham could blame him for that. I mean, he looked fucking ridiculous at this point. Chest out, chin out, looking down- seriously, future Talls, don’t look down at people. You look down, you’re going to get punched in the manhood. Or womanhood. Whatever. Graham doesn’t discriminate. #Equality [color=9e0b0f]"So I assume you are a first year…”[/color] [color=fdc68a]That a fuckin’ short joke, bub?[/color] [color=9e0b0f]“...since I have never seen you around here before.”[/color] [color=fdc68a]...still sounds like a short joke.[/color] [color=9e0b0f]“I guess this means I am your social superior, the far more exceeded and better student!”[/color] [color=fdc68a]You seem like a social dumpster. Douche.[/color] [color=9e0b0f]“That means you have to obey my every beck and call at each whim”[/color] [color=fdc68a]Not happening.[/color] [color=9e0b0f]“...since I obviously know more than you, you... dumb person!”[/color] [color=fdc68a]Dumb person? Is that...is that even an insult anymore? ...was a five-year-old getting all condescending on his ass?[/color] [color=9e0b0f]“So, it's best you get used to me knockin' at your dorm to do a few errands for me, lest there be severe consequences, got it?”[/color] [color=fdc68a]Did...did I just get propositioned for sexual favors? Oh God no. Stranger danger, man. Prison rules do not apply to high school. Usually. Note to self: build a shiv. Secondary note to self: learn HOW to build a shiv.[/color] Graham was rather at a loss for words. There was so much wrong here that he didn’t even know where to begin. He managed to catch a glimpse of a clock over the Tall’s shoulder and saw some students heading out of the cafeteria in a bit of a hurry. Hurry… OH FUCK, CLASS! Graham didn’t say a word. He didn’t notice Lukas’ breaking composure. And she sure as hell didn’t notice the generic asswipe that he pushed aside as he broke off his conversation and ran off towards the exit. He had to get to class. Where was class? Fuck if he knew. It had to be somewhere. His last hope was to follow the flow of people and hopefully catch sight of one of his friends. Maybe they were sharing a class. Worst case scenario, he walks into a class and just asks. Yeah, that’d be good. He dodged an older looking gentlemen...- That would work out splendidly. -...darted under a couple of students hold hands...- Actually, fuck he could probably do that now. -...weaved past a fat dude...- Really, he could just stop running, right here, right now. It’d probably be smarter, really. -and slammed face first into a solid brick wall. Of muscles. Graham slammed back onto the ground. He was getting fuckin’ tired of that. Hell, he might have even mentioned it aloud, but the breath was knocked out of him. Not by hitting the wall or the ground, but by what he had seen. Before him stood quite possibly the single largest human being he had ever seen. Graham’s mouth opened and he sat staring slackjawed. He was afraid. He was actually feeling true fear just at the sight of it. It scraped the heavens, a tower of muscles hellbent on piercing through the gods above. It was the stuff of nightmares… And it was a woman. Probably. It had giant breasts...or were those pecs? He really didn’t know. He was going with the former due to the tower’s red mop and somewhat feminine facial features but… Oh god. Graham’s heart was slamming against his ribs. RUN, it demanded. FLEE FROM THE TOWERING DOOM. He couldn’t. The body had completely shut down due to fear. This was it. It wouldn’t be the eldritch horror that devoured him...no, his would be a different death. This giant amazonian… Graham gazed upon the face his death, seeing the malice in her light-blue eyes. There could be only one logical way for her to end him. Death by snu-snu. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=FFB6C1]~Tabitha Turner~[/color][/h3] Bright lights. Large crowd. Big cheers. Terrible Tabby Turner did a little shuffle and the crowd ate it up. She looked around. An ocean of people all there to see her succeed. It seemed to stretch on forever. Amiss the human sea, a lone squared ring floated, a vessel crewed by two. She shifted her eyes back to her shippmate. Lucia Rijker in her prime. Tabitha just smiled. She tapped her forehead with her gloves. Just keep ‘em up. The bell rang out. Lucia stepped toward her. Tabby mirrored. They were in range of each other when Lucia threw the first punch. Big mistake. Tabby rushed in, ducking under the left. A quick left jab to the gut was her answer. Lucia was caught slightly off guard. That’s all it took. Tabby threw a right hook which landed promptly on Rijker’s chin rolling the woman’s head to the left. A left uppercut came next. It caught the Dutch woman’s chin and snapped her head back. She hit the mat amid a crescendo of cheers. Tabby did her little shuffle again and… Something caught her unawares. A hard hook to the cheek. The momentum followed through, corkscrewing the poor ginger. Spinning rapidly, Tabitha found herself falling into the crowd… She hit them with a splash and sunk. She fell deeper into the sea, light fading and oxygen growing oh so scarce. She was falling. And falling… And falling… And… Tabitha awoke with a start, her limbs flailing out. She was gasping for air and searching for solid land. It took a few moments, but she realized she was in a bed and calmed herself. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and groaned. Disappoint swarmed her. She was just about to win, too. Lucia Rijker ain't got nothin' on Tabby Turner. Stupid dreams, always having to end and all. Wait…Tabby’s eyes flashed open and to her side. A little brunette with a rockin’ fro. Alright. That’s cool. What the fuck was she doing in he- Oh. OH! Tabby rocked back and kicked out of bed. The redhead had her own case of the bedhead. She stretched back, throwing her hands behind her head and trying to pop her back. [color=FFB6C1]“Sorry sorry sorry! My bad, dude! Didn’t mean to wake ya up or nothin’. I had a dre-”[/color] As she was trying to explain her minifreakout to who she could only assume was her roomie, Tabby noticed the time. Freakout part two was a go. [color=FFB6C1]“AHH! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, I overslept!”[/color] Not waiting for a response, darted over to her bags, pulling out whatever clothes she could find. Or at least one of her did. Another copy of her stood at the bed and was quickly trying to pull the covers and pillows back into place. The last one dashed from the room, holding a towel, a toothbrush, and other toiletries shouting as she scrambled away, blue plaid pajama bottoms and oversized black Alice in Chains shirt fluttering behind her.. [color=FFB6C1]“Fuuuck meee with a foork! DAMN DAMN DAMN!”[/color] The ClothingTabby assembled the outfit she had picked out and rushed out of the room to go join with ShowerTabby. That left MaidTabitha, who quickly, and rather sloppily, finished making the bed and rushed to pack the backpack with school supplies. She did shoot a look over toward her roommate in the process of this. [color=FFB6C1]“Duuude, I’m sooo sorry. Totally not this uh…scattered usually.”[/color] She lied. [color=FFB6C1]“I’m Tabitha. You can call me that, or Tabby, Tabs, or really anything. GAAAH, I seriously cannot be late to that first class. I got Biology with this chica that’s supposed to be like, super scary. Like, eatin’ students scary That’s what people were sayin’ at least. Ugggggggh…I’m dead. Just dead. Kill me now. Please?”[/color] She finished packing the backpack and sighed. Alright, so just about everything was done now. She would be fine. She had this. She could kick Father Time’s ass. She SO had this. Wait… [color=FFB6C1]“FUCK! You’re gonna be late too, dude! Shiiit! We’re both screwed! Ahahaha!”[/color] Well, whatever. Look on the bright side, at least she wouldn’t die alone. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=CD5C5C]~Gracie Turner~[/color][/h3] Unlike her slacker siblings, Gracie never found herself in a rush. At the moment, she was casually strolling to the biology classroom with plenty of time to spare. She was fully prepared. Well...perhaps not prepared to meet the monster that she had heard teaches the class, but should that be her only obstacle, she’d be fine. She had awoken much earlier that morning. Gracie had always been a bit of a morning person, and it was her morning routine to wake up early in order to get in a light workout followed by a nice run. Nothing too ambitious. She wasn’t an athlete or anything, this was just purely for her health. She hadn’t had a chance to meet her roommate, sadly. The previous night, Gracie quickly unpacked everything, picked out her outfit for the next day, prepared her bag with the supplies she’d need for class, and went off to bed. In the morning, she left before the other girl woke up. She was decent at that. Always a bit of a light sleeper, Gracie’s alarm on her phone was rather quiet. After her run, Gracie took a shower. She got cleaned up, did her hair and makeup, and went off to grab a quick balanced breakfast. Gracie hadn’t encountered any sort of trouble or really anything of note during all of this, which was fine for her. She preferred things to be a bit quieter. Not that she had anything against people or anything. She just liked her Gracie-time. Once her meal was done, she headed off to class. She ended up there rather early though, so she decided to take a quick tour to get a feel of the layout while she could. With the time for class growing nearer, Gracie returned to the Biology room. She wasn’t the first this time. She noticed a dark haired guy in a bright shirt, a slightly tall ponytailed blonde in green, a sharply dressed blonde guy drawing in a notebook, a few more students and… There was a tall, brown-eyed blonde present. While still looking youthful, she appeared to be eldest in the room. And she was standing atop a desk. This was the monster? She couldn’t help but be a touch disappointed. Perhaps it was her own fault for getting too caught up in her imagination, but she was hoping for something a bit more...exciting. When people said monster, she was expecting a scaly beast full of teeth, drool, and hate. Or perhaps a dragon. Or even an eldritch beast from the depths of space. But a beautiful blond? Not exactly what she would call a monster. Gracie softly sighed and moved into the classroom, spotting an open desk in the front and claiming it as her own with her books. She sat down and pulled out a notebook, a pen, and a paperback copy of “A Clash of Kings” from her backpack. She then moved the backpack to rest in the floor to the right of her desk, leaning against the metal legs. Raising the novel, Gracie turned to the page marked by her bookmark, removed the tag, and began reading to pass the time until class started. It was odd, she noted. Despite being a school for those gifted with extraordinary abilities, so far everything seemed so very mundane. So very...normal. Hopefully that would change. [/centre]