Ejected

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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_{Location: Academy Grounds
Interacting With: Barca {@MarshiestMallow}}

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Lavi Kyle strutted away with her black cat in tow, gritting her teeth and balling her fists at her side when she heard the young man call out to her. "Damn prize poodle just won best in show," he'd said, and Lavi had to fight the urge to turn back around and give him a piece of her mind. It was unlike her to hold her tongue, but she didn't want to cause a scene and tarnish the image she was desperately trying to build. Well, not on the very first day at least. So instead of giving into temptation, she simply took a few deep breaths and kept walking, praying that she wouldn't run into anymore assholes before she even got the chance to step foot into the academy. Who she ran into next, however, was not an asshole. In fact, it was none other than a yellow Labrador Retriever.

As the dog drew near, Lavi instinctively reached for her cat; Leo, much like his owner, was not much of a dog person, so the young woman knew better than to leave her pet on the ground as the Lab trotted by. Even though Leo was tucked securely under Lavi's arm, that did not stop him from hissing at the dog as he peed on a nearby bush and continued on. "Play nice, Leo. Nobody likes a bully," Lavi said to her cat, to which he responded with a low, grumpy purr. As the two continued to stroll aimlessly, the young woman took in her surroundings once more. She glanced at the small groups that had begun to form, saw a cell phone smack an older male in the face with a deafening crack, and fought to suppress her laugh when she watched a young boy tangle himself and another young woman in... spider webs?

Soon, an female voice coming from overhead cut through the noisy students, mentioning something about gathering in the main courtyard to hear the Headmaster deliver some important messages. Shaking her head and sitting Leo on the ground once more, Lavi let the black cat lead her deeper into the courtyard towards the growing crowd of students. She only stopped when she neared the young man who'd taken the blow to the face. He sat on the ground, a caged owl sitting directly across from him. The familiar golden Labrador had been standing near the man not too long ago; Lavi momentarily wondered if the pooch belonged to him. If so, he really needed to put him on a leash.

Nevertheless, she approached the young man, Leo patiently waiting nearby. She came to a halt right next to him, peering down curiously at the owl once she did; It was quite a beautiful creature. She'd never seen an owl up close before, as her mother, unfortunately, was never one to take her on day trips to the zoo. "That was a pretty nasty hit you took earlier," the young woman spoke to the fair-haired man, replaying the scene once more in her head. "You okay, dude?"

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RUMI

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_田中晴海


"あなたの情熱に従い、頑張って犠牲を払う準備をして、
とりわけ誰もあなたの夢を制限させてはいけません."
Sixteen + Female + Bisexual + Fu

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Name:

Tanaka Harumi
_{└ Rumi
└ 田中晴海}

Gender:

Female

Orientation:

Bisexual

Age:

Sixteen Years Old

Blood:

Half-Blood

Style

Rumi is a slender young lady of Japanese and German descent, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at a little over one-hundred fifty pounds. Her skin is usually free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on her upper lip which she covers up with makeup. Her natural hair is bone straight, dark brown, and shoulder length. You'll usually see her rocking a blonde undercut, however, as she prefers to bleach it. Rumi carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides and her head held high. She often looks taller than her height of 5"7 considering that she's always wearing heels when she has the chance.

Much of Rumi is an assertion of androgyny, from her undercut to her short nails. She does love striking outfits, though, especially when she wants to make a scene, in which case she'll pair the outfit with her usual bright colored lipstick, matching nails and painfully high heels. When she isn't dolled up, she enjoys wearing men's clothing, successfully proving that she can pull off both stunning skirts and dresses as well as charming suits or joggers and sneakers. She likes to look her best everyday, and usually spends about two hours each morning making sure that there's nothing out of place. It's rare to see her in a state of disarray as she believes that she should always look prepared and presentable, especially when she's the most frazzled.

Background:

Rumi was born in December, the third and last child of Half-Blood wizards Tanaka Aimi and Tanaka Hiroya. The young girl grew up in a moderate sized home in Kawasaki with their mother's parents. While Rumi and her two elder brothers knew of their family's magical roots, the trio never really took an interest in magic, especially when they came to realize, much to their parents' dismay, that the two brothers didn't possess any magical abilities. Instead, the siblings spent the majority of their time playing harmful pranks on their friends and the people around the city, finding joy in making others laugh and let loose. Rumi had always assumed that she would be like her brothers, and was very surprised to find out that she was different. When eleven year old Rumi received her Mahoutokoro letter, she cried for hours, not looking forward to having to spend so much time away from her brothers and friends.

The first year at Mahoutokoro proved to be very difficult for Rumi; she was a master procrastinator and a slacker by nature, which ultimately resulted in her performing poorly in the majority of her classes. This continued for the next few years, the young woman just barely making it through each level. While all of her peers knew that she was one of the best people to come to for advice, Quidditch lessons, or gut-busting jokes, they also knew that she wasn't the one to count on when it came to homework. In fact, the only class Rumi seems to excel in is astronomy, which comes as no surprise to those who know her; her head is always in the stars.

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House:

Fu

Year:

Sixth Year

Robe:

Forest Green
_{└ Thanks to her constant slacking, goofing off and tendency to procrastinate, Rumi is a bit behind on her studies.}

Electives:

• Astronomy
• Exorcism

Favorite Class:

Astronomy: Rumi's favorite and best lesson is Astronomy. She enjoys learning about stars and the movement of planets, and has committed the names of stars, constellations, and planets, as well as their location and movements to memory. She has always been fascinated by outer space. In her free time, you'll often find her in Astronomy club or simply star-gazing.

Least Favorite Class:

History of Magic: Rumi has never been great at any form of History, whether it be Muggle history or the history of magic. She often times has trouble memorizing names and dates. The subject in general, in her eyes, is extremely boring.

Extracurriculars:

Astronomy Club; Quidditch Chaser

Wand:

Beech wood with a unicorn hair core, 13 ¾" and supple flexibility

Beech
The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation.

Unicorn
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

Pet:

Black Cat named Akito.

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Miscellaneous:

Rumi may or may not want to eventually become an Astronomy professor.
She'll literally kill for her cat, so don't fuck with him.

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I'm gonna try to get a post up tomorrow. Sorry I'm taking so long.

@Rabidporcupine

Looking forward to it!

Mahoutokoro School of Magic: A Harry Potter Universe RP

You already know I'm in!

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@Infernal Flame Thank you for letting us know! I will definitely keep you posted on everything that happens so you don't fall behind.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

<sub>1. Smack A Bitch - Rico Nasty - Sugar Trap 2
2. Bounce Out With That - YBN Nahmir
3. All The Stars - Kendrick Lamar (feat. SZA) - Black Panther The Album
4. God’s Plan - Drake - Scary Hours
5. Come Correct - Gifted Gab, Blimes Brixton
6. EdEddnEddy - J.I.D - The Never Story
7. Moon River - Frank Ocean
8. The Race - Tay-K - #SantanaWorld
9. Kooda - 6IX9INE - DAY69
10. Sassy - Rapsody - Laila's Wisdom</sub>

Word association Game!

Jesus

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_{Location: Grimaldi's
Interacting with: Zoya?}

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^{"Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us."
― David Richo}

SOMETIMES CAMERON WISHED THAT SHE DIDN'T HAVE A PSYCHIATRIST FOR AN AUNTIE, that whenever something "traumatic" or "damaging" happened to her, she wouldn't have to sit in her mother's best friend's home office acting as though she were one of her patients. To tell the truth, she didn't want to answer questions like "how did that make you feel?" or "what made you do that?" She wanted to lay in her bed with the covers pulled over her head. She wanted to put in her earbuds and drown out the rest of the world with music. She wanted to forget about the stupid Barracuda Virus and losing one of her closest friends. But there she was, laying down in the uncomfortable reclining chair at nearly two o'clock in the afternoon because, instead of going out to celebrate the passing of the virus like every other teenager in the area, she was stuck reliving the experience.

Cam laid with her arms crossed over her stomach and her eyes closed, thinking that maybe if she pretended to fall asleep, her aunt Debra wouldn't barrage her with questions. She was almost sure that she was successful until she heard her aunt clear her throat and flip a page in her notepad. She was ready. "With all that you've experienced over the past few weeks, it all must have been very traumatic," Debra said, and Cam couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Of course it was traumatic. It wasn't everyday that you saw a dead body in a high school bathroom. It wasn't everyday that everyone in the city caught some fatal, incurable virus. It wasn't everyday that you lost your best friend. Still, Cameron shrugged her shoulders to show that she wasn't ignoring her, and Debra scribbled a few words in her notepad. "Maybe you can start at the beginning. Tell me everything that happened."

Another eye-roll.

The room remained silent for a few minutes before Cameron finally spoke. She knew that she wasn't going to get out of the uncomfortable position until she started to talk. "I was supposed to have a test in calculus that day," she said, shutting her eyes once more, "I actually studied for it a few weeks ago, you know. I never study, but I needed to get my grade up or else I wouldn't have been able to exempt my midterm exams."

"Cameron," her mother said from the opposite side of the room, but she kept going.

"I studied. I made flashcards. I memorized all of those equations only to be sent home right before we were supposed to take the test. Ain't that some bullshit?" Her eyes suddenly popped open and she glanced in her mother's direction. She had never said a curse word in front of any of her family members, even though they were aware that she had the mouth of a sailor. This was mostly out of respect; that and the fact that if she had said a bad word any other day, her mother would've slapped her silly. However, her mother looked unfazed by her foul language, so she closed her eyes again and continued. "If I would've known I was gonna end up skipping the test, I would have just stayed home. I could have gone to the mall or something, maybe even start some early Summer clothes shopping. But I did go to school that day, and I found a dead girl in the bathroom."

"How do you feel now?" Debra asked, and she scoffed.

"I really wish I could have taken that test."

Cameron answered the rest of her aunt's questions until her notepad was full with notes and scribbles. She couldn't help but wonder what Debra wrote down on the page, because not much she said seemed to be of any importance. She didn't give direct answers, so maybe that's what she wrote. Maybe she wrote that she was still in shock, which wouldn't be completely inaccurate.

She told Cameron that she was free to go when the clock struck three, so she gathered her things and headed out of the front doors and straight to the subway station. She didn't bother to wait for her mother. For the past week, the two had been practically glued at the hip, so she was eager to finally spend some time alone now that she'd gotten over the virus. All over the city people were finally mustering up the courage to step foot out into the world; shops and restaurants had reopened, school was due to open in another few weeks, and the subway was just as packed as it was the day before shit went down. Cameron sat in an empty seat on the subway, watching with a mixture of fascination and disgust as the older man sitting across from her picked at a scab on his elbow.

The first place Cameron went to after she got off the train was Grimaldi’s, ready to return to work. The pizza shop had been open for a little over two weeks, but Mr. Moretti had insisted on Cam staying home for another week to be sure that she'd gotten over the virus. Of course, she understood. That didn't mean that she had looked forward to another week of being her mother's patient. "buon pomeriggio," Cameron called to the Italian man as she walked through the front doors, "guess who's virus free?"

Mr. Moretti simply laughed at Cameron's pronunciation of the Italian greeting and tossed an apron her way. She caught it with ease, pulling off her jacket and tying the apron around her waist as she headed towards the back to wash her hands. "Ben tornato," the man said, "welcome back." Cameron got back to work immediately; she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed making pizzas in the sultry little pizzeria. Pretty soon, she was back in her usual groove. She'd forgotten all about the stupid Barracuda Virus and the toll it had taken. That is, until the bell above the entrance door rang, signaling a new customer.

"We'll be right with you," Cam yelled from the back, quickly wiping the flour from her hands and grabbing a fresh pad and pen. She hurried out of the kitchen and to the front counter, but nearly screamed when she saw who was waiting for her.

She looked the same exact same as the last time Cameron saw her: freshly done makeup, neatly braided hair, and a bright orange blouse that complemented her dark complexion. Zoya Williams leaned against the counter, her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her usual, cheeky grin plastered on her face. In her empty hand was a crumpled ten dollar bill, ready to be spent on her usual slice of Brooklyn Bridge pizza. Was Cameron finally losing her mind? Maybe this was the final stage of the virus. Insanity. Nonetheless, Cameron approached the counter with caution, blinking hard to be sure that her eyes were not deceiving her. Zoya laughed her silvery laugh at the young woman's facial expression, and Cam nearly fainted. "You're not supposed to be here," Cameron said as her best friend continued to laugh.

"Now, is that the proper way to greet your best friend?" Zo said with one last giggle.

"You're dead."

"Obviously not, if I'm standing right in front of you." Zo retorted. Cameron shook her head in disbelief, placing the empty pad and pen down on the counter before turning to grab her purse from the nearby table. She was officially losing her mind, and she needed to get away. "Where do you think you're going? I haven't ordered my pizza yet, Cammy," Zo said, and Cameron couldn't help but shiver at the sound of the old nickname. Still, she didn't turn back to face the other girl, instead focusing on putting on her jacket. "You can't ignore me forever, Cammy," Zoya said, but Cameron still would not face her.

"Please, just go away." Cameron said, raising her voice an octave and shutting her eyes, "I don't need this, Jesus. Not today." Cameron's eyes were shut for what seemed like forever before a familiar deep voice pulled her back to reality.

"Cosa sta succedendo," Mr. Moretti said as he came from the kitchen, "what's going on? Is everything alright, Cam? Your shift isn't over for another couple of hours." The young woman slowly reopened her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to the counter.

Zoya was gone.

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p r o l o g u e

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THE SOUND OF RUGGED, BREATHY SNORES filled the silent, nearly dark bedroom. The source of the snores, a young woman, lay fast asleep in a crumpled heap on her queen-sized mattress, her mouth slightly open and a trail of drool running down her cheek and onto her pillow. There was a gentle snuffling of air through her nose, but gradually, as she rose from her nightmare and awareness grabbed hold of the consciousness, it became a wheezing and whining sound interspersed with violent trembling of her body. With a dropped jaw, buggy eyes, and sweaty palms, the young woman’s hot, salty head popped up from the warm pillow in a heart-pounding state of emergency. After a split second of massively intense panic, it suddenly dawned on her that she was still in her small, apartment bedroom.

The only source of light came from the flat screen television that was mounted on her wall. She could see that the ten o'clock news was on, but struggled to read the alerts without her glasses. Rather than patting around for them, however, she simply grabbed the remote and turned the volume up, only mildly curious as to what Sharon Stanfield had to say.

“The state of New York is being hit with one of the worst sicknesses it has seen in years, with each borough reporting widespread illness, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention — four times as many as this time last year.” Sharon said as she stood in front of the doors of the local hospital. ”The Barracuda Virus is rapidly spreading, and experts warn that teenagers and young adults are particularly vulnerable.”

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She lay sprawled across her mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her skin was as white as a sand dollar bleached by the sun and covered with cold sweat. Her stomach was completely empty, its contents having previously been vomited out onto the pristine white carpet next to her bed. Her body ached all over; it had gotten so bad that instead of getting out of bed to use the bathroom, she'd relieved herself in that very spot. She didn’t want to believe that her time had finally come; after living only twenty-five short years of life, there was no way in Hell that she was ready to meet her maker. After all, she'd just landed the woman and career of her dreams. She was going to fight to the very end.

On the television, Sharon Stanfield of the Channel 12 news stood, yet again, in front of the hospital doors. The young woman could only catch bits of what the woman was reporting as she faded in and out of consciousness. “Schools closed… one hundred fifty deaths and counting... CDC astounded by exponential spread…” In swift motions, she grabbed the remote and pressed the power button, not wanting to hear anything more about The Barracuda Virus.

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“Hey sweet cheeks, get ready for the best damn chicken noodle soup of your li—”

A limp hand hung over the side of the memory foam, fingers outstretched and palm raised to the sky. A noise caught in the back of her throat, choking her as much as the deathly stench; something akin to expired paint. Tears were released from their hold, gathering up and streaming down her cheeks as she turned almost the same color as her dead girlfriend that laid before her. She'd only been gone for a few weeks on business. She knew that her girlfriend had caught some sort of virus while she was gone, but she didn't realize that it would kill her. Had she not done enough? How had she not been there? Why was she the one to have the woman she loved ripped away from her?

As the older woman held the younger woman's hand and wept, the all to familiar voice of Sharon Stanfield blared through the television speaker. The woman, too distraught, could only catch a bit of what the reporter was saying. "City declared safe... four hundred thirty-two lives lost... vaccinations... back to normal?"

Normal?

Nothing would ever be normal again.
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n o v e m b e r 1 0 t h, 2 0 1 7

^{and so it begins...}

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