[indent]The boat ride finally came to a close, and the cruise ship docked at the island. A staircase was lowered for students to get off the boat. Various staff members were at the docks, shaking people's hands as they were herded inside.[/indent]




[hr][h1][i][color=Skyblue]Wendy Emily Lucker[/color].[/i][/h1][sub][@Chicogal][/sub][hr] 


For a moment, it felt like Copen's hand would end up crushing hers. Like his grip was so strong that Wendy wondered if he knew his own strength. Fortunately, she didn't have to turn into paper to get herself out of it. He released his grip, and things got a little awkward. Fortunately, Wendy was trying her [i]best[/i] to get past it, and salvage this. "Thank you, thank you." Wendy said, brushing strands of her unkempt hair out of the way. "I take a lot of pride in my photography." Wendy smiled, nodding her head. [i]Just keep talking about your photos, everything will go fine.[/i] "The thing I really want to do here is take pictures of the scenery. This school is really posh, y'know? [i]And[/i] it's Alaska in the winter, I'm going to get some really good shots." She felt like she was bragging a little too much. Suddenly, Wendy's face went red as she scrambled to think of something. [i]He probably thinks my photography is the[/i] only [i]interesting thing about me.[/i] The paranoid thoughts went through her head.

Fortunately, attention was taken off Wendy when a vomiting student caught the attention of Copen. Wendy let out a sigh as she composed herself. Hoping to get the best out of this situation. The student vomiting over the deck seemed to be a rough looking boy. [i]Clearly[/i] one of the thugs that did something to get sent here. The way he reacted to the other girl offering help made Wendy a little more than hesitant to offer her helping hand. she was hoping that it wouldn't come across as apathetic - rather than afraid.

The boat came to a stop. Wendy didn't even notice they reached the island [i]until[/i] the boat came to a stop. "Um," Wendy said, looking around as the students rushed off the boat. "Hey, it wasn't [i]that[/i] bad." Wendy muttered underneath her breath. She turned her body towards the stairs - still looking Copen directly in the face. "Wanna come with me...?" She asked, awkwardly trying her best not to make it sound like a date or something - this was strictly platonic (She hoped - she'd rather focus on her training than a relationship!).


[hr][h1][i][color=Darkorange]Jessica Sharon Rosefey Jr[/color], & [color=Cornflowerblue]Kiri "Kai" Anaru[/color].[/i][/h1][sub][@Maxx][/sub][hr]


For a moment, Jess was a [i]little[/i] scared that she might break Casey's hand (Or tear her arm off) if she didn't control her strength didn't a simple handshake. [i]I can kill her with a pluck![/i] For a brief moment, that cool and cocky swagger vanished and her facial expression turned a little bit more awkward. It felt like a real feat that she didn't hurt the girl. She let a sigh out, and reverted back to normal. "Ah, no. New here! Dad - and NEST - thought that I could use a little training after a [i]tiny[/i] little mishap." Jess answered, following it with a bout of awkward laughter. She shrugged. "Wish I came here sooner, though. Would have loved to come here and meet all these people! But, hey, seize the day." She said. "Uh, yeah. You can say that we're in the same boat! Ha!" She followed it up, giving Casey a cocky grin. "Can't say that I'm new to Metahumans, though. Dad and Mom were Metahumans. Hell, you can say that I got my powers from them, in fact!"

The boat finally reached the docks, and Jess smiled. She put her hat back on, and said, "Well, looks like we're here! How about the [i]three[/i] of us..." Jess turned her head over her shoulder, and kicked the table that Kai was sleeping on. Immediately waking her up, making the living glacier look around. Then she finished, "... Go see what this Academy has to offer?"


[hr][h1][i][color=Violet]Abigail "Pink" Vincigarru[/color].[/i][/h1][sub][@Shikaru][/sub][hr]


A minute into their conversation, and Pink is already being drowned with someone's life story! 

Geez! All Pink wanted was a yes or no answer! Not her whole life story including the fact that she has a sister, and that she did some stupid shit that she couldn't care [i]less[/i] about. Pink only seemed interested so that she can resume this conversation. If not, she would have told the red-haired brat to buzz off - before she gets the idea that they're comfy or something. Oh, the woes of superhumans. "... So you got caught by NEST." Pink snorted, laughing. "Well, sucks to be you. Heh." She said, leaning back in her chair. When Melissa asked about why [i]she's[/i] here, she had to smile - flashing those deadly teeth of hers. "For your information, I'm here because I [i]look[/i] like this," Pink started off, rolling her eyes up into her head. "I came here so I can find some way to go back to normal so I can fucking function in society - and the second I do, I'm [i]outta[/i] here." She said, that's all Melissa needed to know. 

Fortunately, the worst boatride of her life was coming to an end. The boat finally reached the dock - like it was propelled forward by everyone's bitching - and everyone started to get off. The second those damn stairs went down, Pink immediately grabbed her guitar and stood straight up. Shooting a cocky little grin in the direction of Melissa. "Whelp. Thanks for the chit chat, but I was just about ready to fly straight to the island if I had to spend another [i]second[/i] on this boat." She started walking forward - extra fast so that she could make plenty of distance between herself and this kid.

"See ya!" Pink gave Melissa the peace sign as she walked off.


[hr][h1][i][color=lightseagreen]Diana Jolene Lucker[/color].[/i][/h1][sub][@Raijinslayer][/sub][hr] 


The second she heard footsteps, Diana instinctively dropped the cigarette off the side of the boat. Fortunately, it was subtle enough - all she had to do was open her fingers - given that she was leaning up against the railing with her hands on it. While she loved to smoke, she wasn't going to get busted while on the way.

With that situation out of the way, Diana immediately turned around to face her new guest (Partially hoping that it was just Wendy so she can send the gal off again).

But, no. It was some other dude. She couldn't get a good idea of his height, since she was so short, [i]everyone[/i] looked tall. But that wasn't what caught her eyes. He looked scarred as fuck, and had this weird arm. It didn't take a telepath to realize that he's been in some shit (Or had some horrible masturbation accident). The exact reason why Diana wasn't going to ask questions and scratch at old wounds. Other than that, he looked relatively average to Diana. He was lacking in the cute department, that's for sure.

Though, like some knight in shining armor, he decided to help her with her little cold predicament. She wasn't sure if he was making his move, or actually wanted to help her. Eh. Best not to think too hard into it. He certainly sounded like some meganerd (Or techie) when he pulled some little trinket, telling her that it'd keep her warm. Which immediately set off all sorts of light bulbs in Diana's head. Of course, she could just call him some sort of fedora wearing pissant that thought helping her was his one-way ticket into her cooch, and tell him to keep his shitty tech to himself. The the [i]other[/i] hand, he was clearly a technopath, or some shithead that knew his way around technology - doesn't matter. Diana wasn't particularly super versed in the Metahuman world, but she knew that having this kid in her back pocket could be helpful in case she needed it.

Diana looked up at him, smiling. "Heh, most boys offer their coat, or something." She said, grabbing the device and looking at it. Making sure that there isn't a joy buzzer attached to it or something. He mentioned that it ran off her Metahuman energy... another thing that Diana wasn't super versed in. "Eh, I'll be fine. Not like I'll be running around in this weather." There was a part of her that was telling her not to clip this dumb thing on, and just tell him that she'll be fine.

Of course, if this was some prank, then she'd hunt his ass down, sneak into his room while he's sleeping, and shove a laptop up his ass. One thing that this stupid paper power was good for was slipping underneath doors - [i]completely[/i] undetected. She simply clipped the device on her arm, and took in a deep breath (Preparing herself to toss this thing (and this boy) off the boat), pressing the button. She was wrapped in a shield... and just as he said, she forgotten all about the cold. That's when she forgot all about that little paranoia. "Heh, thanks bud."

Then he introduced himself. He had this [i]long[/i] ass name that only the most try-hard parents would give their kids. For a second, she narrowed her eyes. Wondering if he comes from some rich family. "Well, I'll forget half of that, anyway." Diana joked, laughing a bit. "Name's[i] Diana,[/i] sweetheart. Got a little sister running 'round here somewhere."

Like a stroke of luck, the boat finally docked and Diana laughed. "Oh, looks like you'll want your little trinket back." Diana said, snapping the thing off them. There [i]better[/i] be fucking heating here, or else she's going to fucking explode. Or else smash up a few class rooms. Because fuck going to a cell, this island was like it's own version of Alcatraz. Where NEST sends all the fuck ups they don't want to deal with.

Once again, the blonde-haired girl sighed. "Alright, I'll have a chat with you later then, Alex?" She said, "Think I should get off this boat before I go crazy or somethin'."



[hr][h1]Head Mistress[/h1][hr]


Just like that, the several-hour boat ride to the island was finally over. As the boat got closer and closer, the students could see the massive, castle-like, Academy. Surrounded by a forest that didn't look as foreboding with the snow. The boat docked, and the staircase was lowered. Several random members (And forgettable) of the staff could be seen at the bottom, giving handshakes to the students. After everyone was off the boat, the staircase was raised. Everyone was lead by the Staff Members through the school. Leading them all to the auditorium in the middle of the beautiful Garden. A stage in front of row after row of seats. Before a woman, tall, African America, had a head of short black hair, wore a pinstriped suit. She walked up to the Podium, and a sharp-dressed woman, students may recognize her as Trish O'Malley, stood next to it. Wearing a black suit with a black overcoat on it. 

"Hello, hello, students new and old," The woman loudly announced into the speakers. "I am the [i]Head Mistress[/i] of this Academy, [i]Patricia Taylor[/i]. And on behalf of the school, I welcome you to the Academy. Here, our staff will explore your abilities and assist you in learning your true potential. You will be placed through NEST-approved training of your powers. However, we are not all about our powers. We will give you an education much like a school would. Whether you are in high-school, college, or middle school. Work with the staff, and I guarantee that you will leave here fully educated. However, I will tell you the danger you pose when you refuse to control your powers. This is not a school teaching you how to be superheroes either."

"I will inform you all of the rules that all of you will have to abide... And the punishments. Theft, destruction of property, sexual relations, possessing illegal substances is not allowed. Students are expected to be back in their rooms by 10 PM. Fighting outside the is strictly forbidden, anyone caught fighting will be immediately and harshly punished. If you are repeatably caught breaking any of these rules... The 218 has a very durable detention center where all students who don't obey our rules will be staying. And if you continue to disobey the rules, you will be expelled from the island, and that will be the end of it."

"Head to the Reception Desk, and the staff there will give you your assigned room and roommate - Along with your luggage. And if you need anything, we have a fully equipped staff that will assist you all the way. You all have the rest of the day off. You can familiarize yourselves with your fellow classmates, and the school. I suggest heading to the student lounge to unwind. Tomorrow morning, classes will begin. That is all, you are dismissed." Miranda walked off stage, followed by Trish.

The students were promptly sent back to the Reception Hall, a large room with ceramic tiling, and marble pillars. At the center of the room was a round wooden desk, with a overworked secretary behind it. Working her butt off to sort out the room mates. A line quickly formed.

Afterwards, the students were directed into the cafeteria - which had been set up hours before the newly arrived students were there. The main room was quite large, made to accommodate a larger group of people at a time. The place was absolutely cleaned to shininess. The building was filled with fancy and finely crafted tables and furniture, each with a set of utensils placed on them. On the left side of the building was where the counter was. All sorts of chefs were set up here constantly making any dish for the students. Students and teachers, of all types, were all over the place. Talking, eating, and having fun. With some of the more reclusive students away from everyone else.