[IC] School of Music: Ottava Academy

[Alawi Nyota]

Claire walked down the street, her clothes slightly tattered. She'd been walking all night just to try and get to the school. As 'good' as her life might have been, she can't face anyone back at the studio or home. She'd just call her parents and tell them what happened. They wouldn't notice if she was gone or not. They were too busy fighting. Every single day she would hear screaming and slamming, which she assumed was one of them being slammed against something. Claire was scared. And she still couldn't find the freaking school!! Walking for 2 days straight and nothing. She clutched the flier in her hand and looked up and down the street. A faint glow came from the dead end.
'I swear if this isn't it I'm just giving up completely...' she thought while running down the pavement. Slightly out of breath she looked up and the sign next to the gate, which read Ottava Academy. Claire sighed with relief. All she had to do was walk into the school and apply. 'Easy enough. I mean, there's no doubt that they'll accept me. I've got this weird power thing and this tattoo that's scorching my skin. Honestly after what I've been through, this should be a cinch.' she thought as she walked through the gates of Ottava.

[RhineQueen]

Two weeks ago, Dana had been standing in the destroyed remains of her school gymnasium after her powers had manifested during a particularly intense rendition of the national anthem. The resulting earthquake had left several students injured, but thankfully nobody had been killed. She wouldn't have been able to handle it if someone had. She had been recommended quite hastily by her principal that she be enrolled in Ottava Academy. He had been very insistent. Her parents had handled most of the paperwork and packed her bag and now, here she was, staring out the bus window as she approached the massive ornate building that would be her new home for the foreseeable future. She swallowed hard as the massive marbled building came into view. She suddenly missed the few friends she had had previously and was tempted to just stay on the bus when it stopped across the street from the school. She swallowed hard and picked up her bass in one hand, and slung her bag over her other shoulder. She stepped off the buss and across the threshold into her new life.