Jenny adjusted her wings as the students filed into the auditorium. She never knew why, but they always seemed to cramp- they'd done so for centuries. As the last of the kids came in, she started speaking. With her magical skills, there was no need for a microphone.

"Welcome to Blackwood, one and all! I am your headmistress, Jenny Blackheart. I know we're all looking forward to a year of being bad, but alas, we do still have a few rules.

First, cheating is encouraged here. Getting caught, on the other hand, is not. You can't be a good villain without getting away with it, after all.

Secondly, no sabotage of your fellow students is allowed on school grounds, as is violence, save for sanctioned duels. Outside of the school, however... anything goes." The words were left to hang and get the students worried about backstabbers. It would do them good in the long run.

Last, weekends are free time. Anything you can steal or otherwise get your hands on during a weekend is yours to keep. I want to see some ambitious planning, people. Why rob a house, when you can rob a bank?

"With that said, classes begin tomorrow. Today I want you to get to know your fellow evildoers, maybe even get some schemes going. I'll see you all in class. You are dismissed."

Yesterday

\But Father-/ Shelley signing pleading to her father but he interrupt her by grabbing her hands "No buts Shelley! This is for your own good." her creator say as he and Shelley walk toward outside from the lab "You need to be more like a evil Mad Scientist! Be more like me!" her creator say as he strike a mad scientist pose.

Shelley roll her eyes \But I don't want be a Mad Scientist! I want to be writer!/ Shelley sign, her creator gasp when Shelley say writer. "I have brought you to live and this is the thanks I get?! You want to be a..." Her creator shivers "...A writer..." Shelley pouted angrily \Well rather you like or not, i'm going to be a writer and that is that!/ After she sign that, she turn from her father and walk toward the laboratory but after walk one step away from her father, her creator place both of his hands on both sides of Shelley head and pull her head of on her body.

Shelley face is very close to her father face while he is holding her head "Look, you need to go to that Blackwood academy because...Because i'm getting old..." her father say shamefully and this is true, Shelley is starting some greyness on her father hair. "And I need a successor to continue my legacy, I need you to continue my legacy...please" her father say to Shelley in a sad tone with the puppy eyes.

Shelley thought about it, being a evil monstrous Mad Scientist is all her father want and he would be so happy if she became like him and she always wanted her father to be happy, she guess she has no choice to be a Mad Scientist.....But then, Shelley realize something. Shelley eyes point at her body to let her father see her hands \Actually father, there a village and I think some kids, teens, somebody will volunteer to be your successor, so that way I can still be a writer and your successor will be a Mad Scientist/ Shelley sign happily hoping that will change her father mind but her father face have a deadpan look, staring at her while Shelley is happily staring at him. But then, all suddenly, her father thrown her head in a box that was right next to her luggage, then her creator thrown her hands and her arms and her legs and every body parts into the box, her creator walk toward the box to face Shelley bodiless head "Look, I know you don't want to go but I want you to be a evil monstrous Mad Scientist...rather you like or not....Have fun" her creator say with a sinister smile and closing the box door on her....Well this the worst day of Shelley life.

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Today

After arrive to the academy, Shelley hand lift up the box door, she reassembling herself and get her head out of the box and put it back on, she see the rest of the students heading toward the auditorium, she walk with them toward there.

After headmistress speech, Shelley stand toward the wall, she really don't what to do, this is the first she far away from home, far away from her father, she doesn't know what to do.

Roger was in the back, lounging in his chair during the presentation. He had a notebook cradled in his arm, a pen in his hand. It looked like he was taking notes. He was not. Roger never cared much about rules. After he’d gotten bored of drawing swords and that one S shape, he’d started making a wishlist of different weapons he wanted to buy.

That was not to say he wasn’t paying attention. As he idly doodled, his electrosense was feeling it’s way through the auditorium, sizing up the other students. As the presentation ended, he put away his notebook. He had caught the last bit, at least. This was his chance to turn his life around. Maybe the academy would be a place he could find acceptance. He noticed a purple haired girl near the wall. She looked lonely.

“New here?” He asked Shelly, approaching the purple haired girl with a small smile. He didn’t seem put off by the fact she looked like a zombie. He himself was a little strange looking, though not in a bad way. Roger was tall, at 6’4, with a slender build. He was boyishly handsome, with tousled, platinum blonde hair and smooth, but pale skin. His eyes were crimson, and in the dim light of the auditorium, glowed like rosey embers. He was smiling slightly, and she could see his pearly white teeth, small fangs where his canines were. Upon request, the Academy’s doctors had given him fangs when they replaced his teeth with prosthetics.

The pair had taken to leaning against the back wall of the auditorium when the headmistress delivered the speech, listening with differing levels of interest as their eyes swept the room. The way that Aristide crossed his arms over his chest, lip curled, practically screamed to the world that he wasn’t especially impressed. It was a carefully constructed look, a position of the body that declared that all the agency of his self was his, that he was a master of his own fate and his own being. It was a voice of power.

Perhaps, in some way, there was some truth to it. They were entirely on their own, after all. For the first time, they were far from home, entirely in control of themselves; unless you counted the staff of the school, which Aristide didn’t.

Library seemed to grant more respect to the situation, back straight and shoulders squared, though her eyes betrayed her disinterest. As the headmistress finished, she stepped closer to her brother, voice barely a whisper.

“I guess that means that we’re supposed to figure out where we’ll be staying on our own, then.”

“Well, it seems like she wants us to just have us a nice little Lord of the Flies…thing here, so I’m not surprised.” Aristide’s tone was just as his body suggested: bored. However, as the words left his mouth, the curled lip formed a half-smile, and he straightened up a bit. “In which case, I’m afraid you won’t last very long at all, Libby dear.”

“Thanks for your voice of confidence.” She paused. Her shoulders seemed to twitch a bit. “Lord of the Flies, published on September 17th, 1954, was William Golding’s first novel. During a wartime evacuation, a British aeroplane crashes on or near an isolated island in a remote region of the Pacific Island, with the only survivors being a group of young prepubescent boys. The boys then-” Library gave a stifled noise, rapidly snapping her fingers, then quieted.

Aristide just rolled his eyes. “Absolutely helpless. Just stay close. They’ll eat you alive if they get the chance.”

“I’m not a five year old, you know.”

“Then act like it.”

“Says the person who broke a chair during a temper tantrum.”

That managed to get Aristide’s smile to tighten a bit. “Just shut up. Let’s go find some other…” He waggled his fingers. “Munchkin to associate ourselves with.”

Rolling her eyes, Library followed after her brother as he left the wall, and the two began their search for company.

Shelley jump a little when she hear someone say something to her. “New here?” he ask Shelley, the boy appearance look like one those main protagonist from Shelley books everytime she thinks of a protagonist look like. though Shelley face look calm, her mind is just straight out panicking right now, this is the first time someone beside her father is talking to her but what would Shelley do next?! What if the boy can't read sign language, She can't say anything, she can't talk! She doesn't know what to do! Quick! Think of something! She should get a piece of paper and write hello to him but there's no paper around! the boy is still standing there, waiting for Shelley to answer, Quick, Shelley! Do something to answer his question....Shelley nodded \Yes, i'm new here/ Shelley sign to the boy.....Huh, that was easy.
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Maximus
Looks even worse this time. Maximus eyes darted across the room giving each new student only a quick glance for his first impression. Every single detail he could see gave him enough information to discard some of them, from their posture and their clothing to more minute details like their fingernails or the way they gripped their bags. It was like always a very diverse group, witches chatting with cyborgs, ninjas and mafioso. All seemed capable enough and Maximus would teach most of them but what he truly wanted was an heir. Someone to pass all his wisdom, skills and means too. "We will see when the classes start.", he mumbled to himself, "If not today I still have eternity."
He turned around and looked at Jenny, "Lets see how many run home this time."
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Ricky
"Robbing people? Cheating? This definitely is the right place Belogar.", Ricky smirked. He knew this would be good. And being surrounded by like-minded people? When he would get out of here he would be ready for those heroes.
Now just to find some new drinking, smoking and killing buddy. "Hey you two? Anyone of you taking a Psycho Major?", Ricky just randomly asked a pair of finely dressed and good looking teens.
@EchoicChamber

Bethany came up to the little group. You need to socialize, darling. Besides, they could be powerful allies, came a voice in the witch's head... that wasn't hers. Camazotz was unusually polite for a demon- sure, he still wanted to steal mortal souls, but he was at least a gentleman about it.

"Hello there, you two. I'm Bethany." Her eyes flashed blood-red, and her voice lowered several octaves. And I am Camazotz. Don't mind me, I'm just renting space in her head. I only wanted to introduce myself, is all. The girl returned to normal, and fished a sheet of paper out of her sable black robes. "I don't suppose one of you is Shelley?"

@sassy1085 @HeroicSociopath

Aristide made no real effort to hide the way his eyes roved about the stranger as he approached, taking in the scar, the build, the height. He made no effort to respond, either, letting the words just hang in the air with no real rush to respond to them. It was only when he was satisfied with his little assessment that he shifted a little, turning his hand to inspect the length of his nails.

“I am, yes. I’m assuming you must be one, yourself, going around asking about it.” His wrist lowered, one dark brow lifting in time with the movement. “And you are…?”

The stranger had, admittedly, sparked a sort of low interest in him. It wasn’t much, really- the sort of feeling you might find when something caught your eye in a shop window- but it was there, and it was enough to keep him from dismissing the fellow and going off to find wherever the hell the dorms were, so they wouldn’t have to keep lugging their things around with them. The scar, as well as the build of the boy, implied strength. Experience. It was the eyes, however, that betrayed where that experience came from.

It was curious.

@The Narrator

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To say that Library wasn’t particularly enthralled by this whole situation would be an understatement. The look in her brother’s eyes told her that he had found something to amuse himself with for at least a good couple of minutes, though a conversation about his particular major wasn’t exactly riveting She gave a brief nod to the boy that had approached them, but chose to let Aristide take the reigns of this situation, entirely quiet. Even if she wanted to say anything, he would likely just force himself back into the center of attention anyway.

As usual.

She stood there for a moment, watching Ari talk, then slipped away from his side, footsteps remarkably silent against the auditorium floor.

Roger was considering backing off. The girl’s body language seemed to suggest she was uncomfortable. He watched as she started to sign towards him. He turned around, reaching for his backpack hanging from the back of the seat.

“Here.” He said, handing her the notebook he’d been using and a pen. “I don’t speak sign language, but I can read.” Then Bethany approached. He was glad he was suddenly so popular, though the demonic possession was a little off putting.

“Do I look like a Shelly?” He smirked, then inclined his head to the purple haired girl. “Shelly?” He asked her.

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@HeroicSociopath@blackdragon
Shelley grab the notebook and a pen from the boy It Ok and Yes I'm New Here. My Name Is Shelley, Nice To meet You! ^_^ Shelley wrote to the boy. Shelley jumped a little yet again when a another person approached her and the boy, the girl appearance has a little mystery theme around her. When the girl eyes turn red, Shelley shivers a little bit. the girl turn back to herself and ask if she was Shelley. Yes, I'm Shelley but How did you know my name?? Shelley wrote to the mystery girl

Girliath was listening in the Auditorium as well. However, she was alone and isolated from the others as she observed the headmastress's speech while leaning on the wall on the other side of the room. However, her appearance was unmistakable as she appeared slightly taller on average from a normal teen and in a very pink outfit. She looked like she was both nervous and excited at the same time as she propped herself up against the wall.

When the dismissal order arrived however, the blond teenager in pink calmly got off of propping on the side of the wall and headed to find out just exactly where her room would be. Either she had already stored her belongings someplace, or they were outside the Auditorium. She began to slowly walk towards the others with her sandals on. She then went outside the auditorium to find her backpack and pink duffel bag up against the wall out of the way. She picked them up and put them on before she began to wander around to find the exact location of her room.

"No, I guess you don't, but I had to check," Bethany told the boy with a smile. The little girl was writing her answers down on a sheet of paper. A mute? Interesting.

"Well, I didn't know your name, Shelley, but I guess you're the person I was looking for. See, you and I are going to be roommates this year." She gave the other girl a sheet of paper with the dorm assignments, so she could see for herself. "The dorms are just down this hall- let's go check them out."

The dorm setup was rather spartan- a common room with a small couch, a TV, and a kitchen, with two-person dorm rooms off to one side. The rooms themselves were similarly low-budget, but they at least had separate closets. As Bethany started putting her clothes away, she asked, "Do you have any powers, Shelley?"

Vito was careful to maneuver the Hummingbirds into a good position - he had brought all three with him, and was already bugging the campus with their eggs. One of the hummingbirds was quietly flying around the auditorium, laying its eggs mostly in small crevices or on the walls - he was barely paying attention to the speech by Headmistress Blackheart, and simply planned on reviewing the video later when he had free time. He had situated himself near the back so as to avoid any staff complaining about this, and he also had his three Sparrow units standing close by.

After he finished bugging the auditorium and the speech was coming to a close, Vito allowed the Hummingbird's AI to take over and start placing the cameras wherever they deemed fit. He could adjust the placing later, but he was mostly just doing this for his information gathering major anyways. Some students were already beginning to socialize and talk among themselves, and with the steadily increasing volume in the auditorium, Vito eventually decided to move - he hated working in chaotic conditions.

Luckily, Hummingbird #2 already found the dorms, so it was a perfect opportunity to settle himself. Vito apparently had a shared dorm room with a Mr. Kirk, much to his disappointment, but if he was lucky then the person might be another Mad Scientist major. The Sparrow Units carried his luggage as the Hummingbirds bugged the cafeteria and the common room of the dorms. Upon entering, he immediately had his Sparrow Unitsput away his luggage in his assigned room. He'd focus on organizing later - he needed to cover the bases and verify what resources he had at his disposal.

The common room had a TV, and the kitchen appliances might offer a few building supplies... Well, his dormmates would probably not appreciate him cannibalizing the appliances, and the last thing he needed was pissing off a bunch of future villains. He finished shortly later and started going over the speech from earlier, laying down on the couch and having his Sparrow units enter sleep mode when they finished unloading his things.

Girliath continued to move down the hallway outside the auditorium to find out just where her room number was and in which general direction. She looked around for notices upon the walls, signs, or anything that would potentially point her in the right direction. All the while, she carried her backpack and duffel bag with her. She hadn't met anyone yet, and thus didn't have any info on exactly the exact coordinates of her dorm, yet she continued to search and scan around for clues. Perhaps, she contemplated while walking down the hallway, there was a front office or building of administration she could potentially ask for directions to her quarters.

A large black robot lumbered its way through the halls, finally coming to a stop near Girliath. It gave her a curt nod, out of sheer politeness. "I am Professor Harris, but please, call me Network. You're Girliath, the super grower, right? Dorms are down the hall, on your right. Do me a favor and don't make yourself too big, okay? We don't need to be constantly rebuilding rooms."

"Alright, thank ya. Mr. robot, er Mr.Network. Also don't worry, I won't be using my powers indoors unless I need to. Thanks for the directions." She said as Girliath now proceeded down the hallway while shifting to the right side to look for dorm room numbers.

She eventually would look until she had fount her own dorm. She went up to it and knocked once or twice to make sure that it was vacant, unless there was a potential roommate for her inside. She didn't want to make a lot of noise, so her knocks were in between and not banging. However, she would also make it echo throughout the interior of the room as well.

"Hello, is anyone in there?" She asked rather politely trying to figure out if her dorm was occupied.

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Shelley hesitate at first, she doesn't know this girl but since they are going to be roomates, Shelley guess have no choice. Before she walk with Bethany to their room, write down something on the paper and show it to Shelley new friend Well I Guess i'm going To SEE My new RooM. SEE You Around Friend! ♥ Shelley wrote to the boy with a smile on her and with that, she headed with Bethany to see her new room.

When Shelley and Bethany enter dorm, Shelley eyes wide open. She never see this type of room, Shelley old room was small and old but this dorm room look nice and big and it have kitchen! While looking around the room, something caught in Shelley eye, it has a box like appearance and it have a screen that her father has but they were bigger. While fascinating the box that have a screen on it, Bethany ask her does she have any powers. \Well my father said I have Enhanced strength, Pain Suppression and Anatomical Liberation./ Shelley sign to Bethany \Can ask you something? What is this thing?/ Shelley ask Bethany when Shelley point at the box

Bethany waved her hand and concentrated, and her clothes started putting themselves away. She looked a little fatigued after the act- telekinesis was a relatively basic spell, but it took a lot out of even an experienced witch. "Strength and pain tolerance- I can see how those would improve each other. And anatomical liberation- that's being able to detach body parts, right? Very cool- just don't go to pieces on me." She chuckled a little bit. "I'm a witch with a demon riding shotgun. He helps me with my magic when I'm alive, and he gets my soul when I'm dead. It's a mutually beneficial relationship."

When Shelley asked what the TV was, Bethany rolled her eyes. I've heard of being sheltered before, but everybody knows what television is! "It's called a television. You turn it on, and you can watch all sorts of shows and movies. She turned it on, and the classic movie channel was showing the original Frankenstein, causing her to make a connection. "Wait a minute... Shelley Frank... you were reanimated by a mad scientist, weren't you?"

@sassy1085

She had been observing the other students mingle for a few minutes now, close enough to catch a few snatches of conversation, but far away enough that she didn't look like she was hovering around. A boy and two girls, one of which seemed to communicate only by writing, caught her attention. When the girls left, she took her chance. Taking just a moment to make sure her clothes—black jeggings, plain white shirt, and a jeans jacket—looked just as perfect as they had been earlier that morning, she then approached.

"Hey." Anja gave him a smile and cocked her head. "So if you're not Shelley, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

She extended her arm for a handshake. "Anja here."

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@HeroicSociopath Hope you don't mind me joining in

@blackdragon

When Bethany turn on the "television", Shelley jumped when it turn on and showing something on screen that is not a wave monitor. Shelley look at the screen and was amaze, they look like pictures but they move on screen! While Shelley was watching what Bethany call a "movie", she spotted what look like her father but not really, there was also a another person that just look a lot like her. Pale skin, black hair, torn up clothes and everything but he was a guy, only speak in grants. Shelley doesn't know why but she feel like she can relate to that guy.

Shelley turn to Bethany when she ask she was reanimated by a mad scientist, Shelley sigh \Yes, My father wants me to come here to be more like him...But I don't want to be more like him, I want to be more like myself! I just want to be a writer but I also want him to be happy for me, even if I have to be more him/ Shelley sign to Bethany