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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
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De to a disturbing lack of birdpeople. Haven Barnes has been APPROVED with the swiftness.
The obnoxious sound of grinding beans at a foolish hour of the morning.
Banjo stood, half cut, over the coffee machine whilst he watched its first attempt at a cappuccino under his supervision.
He'd had the worst night's sleep in a long time. Even with his body finally not crying out at him through the night.
The queen sized bed was too big for him.
He'd slept top and tail, horizontal across the bottom, diagonally across the whole bed. Nothing worked. It was too much since he was only ever used to sleeping in his own warmth of a single bed, sleeping bag or swag.
Zimmerman staggered out of his new bedroom, with a goofy smile across his face. A door slammed. He grabbed his own mug and waited in line, as his eyes gradually adjusted to the light. His cheerfulness this morning ate at Banjo, and his envy that he seemed to actually get sleep.
"Umm... One other thing... Not your fault. We didn't mention it."
"Don't tell me... no coffee machine before seven..?"
"What..? No. God no. Why no coffee when you need it most..? No. You might want to wear some pants. Umm... there's another roommate." Zimmerman hooked a thumb back to where the sound of the slamming door came from.
"You won't hear from her much..."
"'Her'? Oh for fucks sake!" Banjo thought to himself. Wishing he'd at least worn boxers instead of the form fitting trunks.
"She doesn't leave her room very often. But yeah. Especially in the mornings and when she's likely to get back. Sorry, man."
"Thanks, mate." He growled sarcastically. "Cheers for that. Fuck."
"Oh... I know what you're thinking. 'I'll get dressed and apologise.' Yeah, I wouldn't do that either. Just let it go. She doesn't want you in her space. Trust me."
The machine finished coating the top of his coffee with milk froth, and Banjo hit it with two shakes from a chocolate shaker off to the side and carried it back to his room.
Back to the library, and first classes. I guess. Banjo couldn't remember what the lesson schedule was, but he knew after his Community garbage he had to head on down to the Mess Hall to be escorted there.
He worked away at his coffee, and slowly got dressed for the daily grind.
Banjo stood, half cut, over the coffee machine whilst he watched its first attempt at a cappuccino under his supervision.
He'd had the worst night's sleep in a long time. Even with his body finally not crying out at him through the night.
The queen sized bed was too big for him.
He'd slept top and tail, horizontal across the bottom, diagonally across the whole bed. Nothing worked. It was too much since he was only ever used to sleeping in his own warmth of a single bed, sleeping bag or swag.
Zimmerman staggered out of his new bedroom, with a goofy smile across his face. A door slammed. He grabbed his own mug and waited in line, as his eyes gradually adjusted to the light. His cheerfulness this morning ate at Banjo, and his envy that he seemed to actually get sleep.
"Umm... One other thing... Not your fault. We didn't mention it."
"Don't tell me... no coffee machine before seven..?"
"What..? No. God no. Why no coffee when you need it most..? No. You might want to wear some pants. Umm... there's another roommate." Zimmerman hooked a thumb back to where the sound of the slamming door came from.
"You won't hear from her much..."
"'Her'? Oh for fucks sake!" Banjo thought to himself. Wishing he'd at least worn boxers instead of the form fitting trunks.
"She doesn't leave her room very often. But yeah. Especially in the mornings and when she's likely to get back. Sorry, man."
"Thanks, mate." He growled sarcastically. "Cheers for that. Fuck."
"Oh... I know what you're thinking. 'I'll get dressed and apologise.' Yeah, I wouldn't do that either. Just let it go. She doesn't want you in her space. Trust me."
The machine finished coating the top of his coffee with milk froth, and Banjo hit it with two shakes from a chocolate shaker off to the side and carried it back to his room.
Back to the library, and first classes. I guess. Banjo couldn't remember what the lesson schedule was, but he knew after his Community garbage he had to head on down to the Mess Hall to be escorted there.
He worked away at his coffee, and slowly got dressed for the daily grind.
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class: # 2.92 Oh... Um... Shit... Title. TitleTitleTitle... uh... First Class. Heh-he-heh. Nailed it.
Interaction(s):Alex Zimmerman, Mary Tyler - Rory's NPC, Jim
Previously: Telephone
Banjo sat at the Circulation desk of the Collegiate library, bored, half cut and wishing he'd fired down another coffee or two. He'd been assigned with re-shelving the returned books and the task had only taken him a few minutes.
He was noticing a worrying trend that didn't bode well for how these Community Contribution sessions would go in the future.
First there were a few young girls, standing off at a distance. Then joined by a few more. When he came in he hoped his time away in the Infirmary had rattled their interest in the library and would see him get left alone.
And it did.
Until they realised he was back.
And now it was far worse. They seemed to multiply. After the first half of the session there were as many as before. By three quarters of the way through, there was twice as many. And the giggling. Only worsened by the occasional whispering.
This was going to get old fast. He had to try SOMETHING. He drummed his fingers on the desk considering his options. "Well, this is either going to go VERY well or VERY bad, with not much wiggleroom in the middle." He thought to himself.
"Yup. Sounds like a classic Banjo decision." His mind was made up. He slapped the desktop with his palms and got to his feet.
"So... girls?" He said approaching them, the first turned her head with an "Ohmygod!" expression on her face. "How can we help you today? Do you need any help with borrowing books? Internet research? Or would some of you girls want to hear about why libraries are REALLY COOL places to be?" He spread an arm out, as if to show off the whole vista. Fake smile plastered firmly across his face.
The smile fell off of two or three of their faces, some noses crinkled in disgust at the lame marginally older guy. Not all, a few were only more spellbound that he was talking to them, others were so shy they peeled out as soon as he addressed them.
Two thirds to three quarters of the crowd peeled away for one reason or another. Banjo gave them a few seconds, before addressing the remainder.
"Well, if any of you DO need me for anything. I'll be right over there, and I'm only too willing to help. That's what I'm here for."
One of the few remaining girls who could muster speech giggled and offered stuttered thanks.
His plastered fake smile gave way to a more comfortable genuine grin as he made his way back to the circulation desk.
Okay. Sure. The few who remained had only become more hardened. But he'd managed to peel off the vast majority in one fell swoop. Not too shabby.
"That was really cruel."
"Hmm..?" He mumbled back. Someone was talking to him.
He looked down across the circulation desk to the shorter girl.
"What's that..?"
"What you did. It's cruel. All they wanted to do was admire you from afar, sure, maybe its a little silly. But they weren't hurting you, or meaning you any harm."
"And what exactly did I do?" He rocked back and crossed his arms defensively.
"You know exactly what you did. You acknowledged them. Broke the fourth wall. Let them know you were aware of them this entire time."
"THAT'S a crime? So let me get this straight... They are allowed to gawk at me, giggle, whisper... who knows what... amongst themselves, and I'm supposed to, what? Carry on like I'm in the Banjo exhibit at the zoo and not acknowledge anyone's there... pretty long thread."
"I didn't say it's a crime and I didn't come to debate you, or get into some stupid mock trial or whatever. I said it's cruel. You knew exactly what you were doing and what the effect would be, and you still did it."
"Who are you anyway? What do you want?"
"I'm Mary Tyler."
"Mary Tyler, Mary Tyler..." that meant something, he was sure of it. He'd meant to remember something like this for an actual purpose. Not cast this name directly out of his mind like so many others.
"Oh Tyler! Rory's kid sister! Yeah, yeah, he mentioned you!"
"Well, that doesn't surprise me. Because my brother's a good guy, and we look out for one another."
"What's that supposed to mean?" "Are you insinuating I'm not..? What the Hell..." He thought to himself.
"I came here, because one of those girls is a friend of mine, and I got included in an excited group text message saying you were back." Mary said. "I don't really have any way of seeing most of Rory's team or classmates. But I AM able to see you. And he thinks-- Well... he thinks you're confusing, but he trusts that you're actually a compassionate, good and caring guy. That's not what I just saw then. And he is-- Well. He IS actually all of those things."
"Yeah-- yeah, I know. I mean we're in the same bloody team. From what I can tell, yeah, that's him. Straight shooter." He was waffling. She didn't care for any of what he had to say. Only to deliver her own message.
"Look, just-- Just don't screw him over. Okay?" She walked away leaving him wondering if every day working in this place was going to be like this.
Banjo ambled slowly towards the Mess Hall without a care in the world for the time. He'd left the Collegiate library early under the auspices that it was his first class and he shouldn't be late, but at the pace he set that was still a possibility.
He walked through and saw a photo of Cassander's face still adorning the countertop by the serving counter.
"Well, shit... I'm gonna be graced with that every bloody time I want some grub, am I? I'm sure that'll help folks shrug off the bloody trauma, and we won't be unloading these memories the next time they try to gather us all 'round a fire..."
He pointed vaguely at some food item or another in the window. If it was bloody awful he could always just bin it, cut out of whatever this class was for five or ten, and go get juiced somewhere real quick on the sly.
Everyone seemed to already be there by the time he got back with his food and it looked like they were about to make a move to first class. Then Banjo finally copped an eyeful of Jim. The man looked even more half-cut than he did that morning. Unable to help himself, his mouth started running.
"Bloody Hell, Slot Machine. You look thoroughly rooted there, mate. Normally takes a teacher about a month, month and a half of my shit to get to that stage. Wearin' you down already, eh?"
He was noticing a worrying trend that didn't bode well for how these Community Contribution sessions would go in the future.
First there were a few young girls, standing off at a distance. Then joined by a few more. When he came in he hoped his time away in the Infirmary had rattled their interest in the library and would see him get left alone.
And it did.
Until they realised he was back.
And now it was far worse. They seemed to multiply. After the first half of the session there were as many as before. By three quarters of the way through, there was twice as many. And the giggling. Only worsened by the occasional whispering.
This was going to get old fast. He had to try SOMETHING. He drummed his fingers on the desk considering his options. "Well, this is either going to go VERY well or VERY bad, with not much wiggleroom in the middle." He thought to himself.
"Yup. Sounds like a classic Banjo decision." His mind was made up. He slapped the desktop with his palms and got to his feet.
"So... girls?" He said approaching them, the first turned her head with an "Ohmygod!" expression on her face. "How can we help you today? Do you need any help with borrowing books? Internet research? Or would some of you girls want to hear about why libraries are REALLY COOL places to be?" He spread an arm out, as if to show off the whole vista. Fake smile plastered firmly across his face.
The smile fell off of two or three of their faces, some noses crinkled in disgust at the lame marginally older guy. Not all, a few were only more spellbound that he was talking to them, others were so shy they peeled out as soon as he addressed them.
Two thirds to three quarters of the crowd peeled away for one reason or another. Banjo gave them a few seconds, before addressing the remainder.
"Well, if any of you DO need me for anything. I'll be right over there, and I'm only too willing to help. That's what I'm here for."
One of the few remaining girls who could muster speech giggled and offered stuttered thanks.
His plastered fake smile gave way to a more comfortable genuine grin as he made his way back to the circulation desk.
Okay. Sure. The few who remained had only become more hardened. But he'd managed to peel off the vast majority in one fell swoop. Not too shabby.
"That was really cruel."
"Hmm..?" He mumbled back. Someone was talking to him.
He looked down across the circulation desk to the shorter girl.
"What's that..?"
"What you did. It's cruel. All they wanted to do was admire you from afar, sure, maybe its a little silly. But they weren't hurting you, or meaning you any harm."
"And what exactly did I do?" He rocked back and crossed his arms defensively.
"You know exactly what you did. You acknowledged them. Broke the fourth wall. Let them know you were aware of them this entire time."
"THAT'S a crime? So let me get this straight... They are allowed to gawk at me, giggle, whisper... who knows what... amongst themselves, and I'm supposed to, what? Carry on like I'm in the Banjo exhibit at the zoo and not acknowledge anyone's there... pretty long thread."
"I didn't say it's a crime and I didn't come to debate you, or get into some stupid mock trial or whatever. I said it's cruel. You knew exactly what you were doing and what the effect would be, and you still did it."
"Who are you anyway? What do you want?"
"I'm Mary Tyler."
"Mary Tyler, Mary Tyler..." that meant something, he was sure of it. He'd meant to remember something like this for an actual purpose. Not cast this name directly out of his mind like so many others.
"Oh Tyler! Rory's kid sister! Yeah, yeah, he mentioned you!"
"Well, that doesn't surprise me. Because my brother's a good guy, and we look out for one another."
"What's that supposed to mean?" "Are you insinuating I'm not..? What the Hell..." He thought to himself.
"I came here, because one of those girls is a friend of mine, and I got included in an excited group text message saying you were back." Mary said. "I don't really have any way of seeing most of Rory's team or classmates. But I AM able to see you. And he thinks-- Well... he thinks you're confusing, but he trusts that you're actually a compassionate, good and caring guy. That's not what I just saw then. And he is-- Well. He IS actually all of those things."
"Yeah-- yeah, I know. I mean we're in the same bloody team. From what I can tell, yeah, that's him. Straight shooter." He was waffling. She didn't care for any of what he had to say. Only to deliver her own message.
"Look, just-- Just don't screw him over. Okay?" She walked away leaving him wondering if every day working in this place was going to be like this.
Banjo ambled slowly towards the Mess Hall without a care in the world for the time. He'd left the Collegiate library early under the auspices that it was his first class and he shouldn't be late, but at the pace he set that was still a possibility.
He walked through and saw a photo of Cassander's face still adorning the countertop by the serving counter.
"Well, shit... I'm gonna be graced with that every bloody time I want some grub, am I? I'm sure that'll help folks shrug off the bloody trauma, and we won't be unloading these memories the next time they try to gather us all 'round a fire..."
He pointed vaguely at some food item or another in the window. If it was bloody awful he could always just bin it, cut out of whatever this class was for five or ten, and go get juiced somewhere real quick on the sly.
Everyone seemed to already be there by the time he got back with his food and it looked like they were about to make a move to first class. Then Banjo finally copped an eyeful of Jim. The man looked even more half-cut than he did that morning. Unable to help himself, his mouth started running.
"Bloody Hell, Slot Machine. You look thoroughly rooted there, mate. Normally takes a teacher about a month, month and a half of my shit to get to that stage. Wearin' you down already, eh?"
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Announcement of late Character Sheet amendments:
In case anything is unclear, or people don't check updated sheets, after speaking with @Zoldyck and @Venus, please note the following changes:
Alexandra, through years of training, is able to control when she uses her power to draw on the life force of others when focused. Meaning, it's not a straight-up Rogue-from-X-Men situation where anyone she touches immediately and unintentionally will be fed upon.
Noah will have a guitar added to paraphernalia.
In case anything is unclear, or people don't check updated sheets, after speaking with @Zoldyck and @Venus, please note the following changes:
Alexandra, through years of training, is able to control when she uses her power to draw on the life force of others when focused. Meaning, it's not a straight-up Rogue-from-X-Men situation where anyone she touches immediately and unintentionally will be fed upon.
Noah will have a guitar added to paraphernalia.
P H A N T O MZ A C H A R Y " Z A C K " C L A R K ◼ S E P T E M B E R 8 T H ( 1 9 ) ◼ M A L E"Look, I learned my lesson... besides, they weren't going to miss it."
And with no conflicting sheets, and me about to head off to sleep...
Zack Clark has been APPROVED.
B O M B S H E L LNOAH JEAN CYPRESS ◼ JANUARY 27th ( 20 ) ◼ FEMALE...Don't wanna grow up…
Coming up to twenty four hours, and with no conflicting sheers.
Noah has been... APPROVED.
Now strut!
UpyrAlexandra “Sasha” Nikolaeva Kuropatkova ◼ February 21 (19) ◼ Female“Some are touched by greatness. Most will only leech off it.”
@Zoldyck striking at my horniness with hot blonde Russians... diabolical.
After 24 hours Sasha has been APPROVED.
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I just figured as much since about a half/third of the "post-PRCU" cast people hadn't finished their sheet (Skai, Mao, Gab, Roman, Piro, etc.) and there was only a week 'til launch. The number has gone down as Web and others finish their sheets, though.
You don't need to worry yourself with it. I've got a handle on it. Some people I've known either would be incommunicado, or SHOULD have been unreachable as they're living it up - presumably with a cocktail in one hand, others I'm doing the legwork and keeping tabs on. And others, I also know do not intend to make the cut-off, and SHOULD they participate, it will be at a later time.
I've got this, Broham. Relax yourself.
Hound plans on starting up this game in about one week on "the 21st, 23:59 EST". I'm certain he'll be accepting sheets after that date,
I wouldn't be so certain of that...
Adrianna started to unpack and load up her closet, segregating space for her orange lined school uniforms, before racking the most likely rotation of clothes. She'd brought a lot, and the closet was fast filling.
The television was on some weekend day time viewing soft piece as she moved around the room unpacking and making it her own. She'd already paid for and set up several streaming services on the television already, but was looking for something that wouldn't distract her too much from the task at hand.
She glanced up at the television from one corner of her room and winced. 'That wouldn't do.'
The television was mounted on a moveable bracket that could swivel and face any point in the room. But it was static. Fine for if you wanted to sit in a set corner and watch, as optimally as in an opposing corner. But it required constant adjustment if one were to move around the floor.
She temporarily stopped packing and removed some machinery from a box. She started to fiddle with it, feeling out the humm. Pressing it into place, until she was satisfied. She took each device and slid them down one to each side of the bracket. She then rotated her head and pressed her earlobe to activate the implant she had set there.
She then walked from one side of the room to the other, watching as the television followed her around the room. 'Better.' She walked to the television. It was maybe an inch or two askew, since it was calibrated and aligned with the singular implant. 'Better, but still enough to drive you nuts.' She activated the second implant in her other earlobe and felt out to the humm, adjusting the commands, a simple algorithm, splitting the two messages from the implants and aligning accordingly. She turned her head side to side and the television turned a mild amount. She then faced it front on and leant left and right and the television moved further with each movement. She stepped away and walked back and forward, it followed her in perfect alignment. 'Much better.'
She reached out to the humm and slightly adjusted the volume more to her liking before getting back to the task of making the room more 'her'.
A space was left in pride of place at the desk. That would be coming tomorrow. She smiled at the thought.
The television was on some weekend day time viewing soft piece as she moved around the room unpacking and making it her own. She'd already paid for and set up several streaming services on the television already, but was looking for something that wouldn't distract her too much from the task at hand.
She glanced up at the television from one corner of her room and winced. 'That wouldn't do.'
The television was mounted on a moveable bracket that could swivel and face any point in the room. But it was static. Fine for if you wanted to sit in a set corner and watch, as optimally as in an opposing corner. But it required constant adjustment if one were to move around the floor.
She temporarily stopped packing and removed some machinery from a box. She started to fiddle with it, feeling out the humm. Pressing it into place, until she was satisfied. She took each device and slid them down one to each side of the bracket. She then rotated her head and pressed her earlobe to activate the implant she had set there.
She then walked from one side of the room to the other, watching as the television followed her around the room. 'Better.' She walked to the television. It was maybe an inch or two askew, since it was calibrated and aligned with the singular implant. 'Better, but still enough to drive you nuts.' She activated the second implant in her other earlobe and felt out to the humm, adjusting the commands, a simple algorithm, splitting the two messages from the implants and aligning accordingly. She turned her head side to side and the television turned a mild amount. She then faced it front on and leant left and right and the television moved further with each movement. She stepped away and walked back and forward, it followed her in perfect alignment. 'Much better.'
She reached out to the humm and slightly adjusted the volume more to her liking before getting back to the task of making the room more 'her'.
A space was left in pride of place at the desk. That would be coming tomorrow. She smiled at the thought.
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class: # 2.87 Failing the Bechtel Test Miserably
Interaction(s): Makenna
Previously: FileName# 'Lutra' Not Found. Try Again? Y or N?
"Ugh! Adie exclaimed in horrified disgust as she opened the door to her dorm.
"What is it, Adie?" Makenna asked sweetly from across the room, their relationship having already carried from 'Makenna and Adrianna' to 'Makenna and Adie' overnight. Adie of course oblivious to the subliminal shift in power that only one of their names seemed to be open to the informal.
"You wouldn't believe it! There was THE MOST obnoxious Australian guy out there. Completely unbelievable. He actually thought I was hitting on him. Yecch. As... if..."
"Australian guy?" 'Surely not'. Makenna thought to herself, wondering what to make of this. The last that she'd seen of that one was when she caught an unfortunate glimpse of him when he was a discoloured unrecognisable mess in the Intensive Care Unit.
"Yeah, he, like, picked up a package for me downstairs, and I thought he was just being nice. And then it's all. 'Where they keepin' a lovely sheila like you? Which room are ya in?' I told him to just put the box down outside, so he knows this is the floor unfortunately, but at least he doesn't know the room. I mean, stalker much?"
"Well, the only Australian guy I know at this school was in Blackjack when I was there. You know, the one Hyperion threw that night. Banjo? He's been getting talked about all around the school at the moment. God only knows why."
"He's been getting talked about around the school? He was the guy who was in a crumpled heap, who I managed to rush to the infirmary?" She asked, not hiding her surprise. Her hand fell to her cheek, then to her hair. "Why..? What are they saying?"
Makenna tried to hide her glee. She seemed to have just found one of 'the Adrianna Dahl's' weak points. Possibly what had cost her a multi-billion dollar company. For someone who worked so brilliantly in the information age, she seemed to lack a finger on the pulse of public sentiment and divining truth from gossip. Further to the point, there seemed to be more to this story with the 'obnoxious Australian' than she seemed to first let on. If not just the Australian lunatic, perhaps she had a soft spot for trying to find a guy in general. But right now, this was even better. The night by the fireplace. She had valuable information to trade on this one.
She could ingratiate herself further with 'the Adrianna Dahl'. She could use this to cause major disruption between two rival teams in Blackjack and Firebird. She could stoke flames and strike at that blonde bitch over on Blackjack and her little boytoy. Perhaps even - if she could dare to hope - manouever a way that Adrianna Dahl could actually take the crazy Australian from her... she could hold the age difference over her forever. She'd 'OWN' her. Imagine owning one of the wealthiest, most brilliant metahuman businesswomen in the world. Sure, a man in the executive sphere could find a way to sneak away from taking an underaged lover, but a woman? The possibilities...
"Oh, ever since that night he's kind of become 'Big Man on Campus', or whatever. People impressed by childish things, just because he stood up to a hyperhuman terrorist."
"He did..?" Adrianna hadn't noticed at all what he had done that night. She was too busy trying to make a difference. Reaching into the humm to try and find a way to stop him that night. She hadn't noticed who else had made an effort to stand up to him.
"Oh, well, he just ran his mouth at him when he'd depowered the area. You know, when Hyperion was trying to convince those other kids, like the ones who left Eclipse, to go and join him. Just because he was willing to say a lot of coarse stuff to him when he was basically powerless. They all talk about him like he's some kind of hero."
Makenna kept hitting the same buttons. 'Big Man on Campus', 'school hero', 'Mr Popular'. Painting the picture of him as this ultimate prize, what she had missed out on in her earlier school days, 'Oh of course you could do much better than him, Adie', 'He's just what these Young impressionable kids see as being cool'.
Adie felt cared for. Her friend was saying all the right things. 'You're too good for him', 'He wouldn't deserve you' is what she was hearing, but these notions rang like hollow platitudes inside her head. She started to wonder. She tried to remember what she thought of him from that night, but was coming up with nothing. Her memory for regular social interaction and events had never been great. She could remember every line of coding from her first jobs - but this kind of thing seldom stuck in her head. Fortunately she came up with workarounds that meant she didn't HAVE to rely on that memory. Her drone. It was still in her room. She'd recorded everything from that night.
"Really? He was powerless? And he still did what he did? Did HE know that he was powerless?"
"Well, from what he told me about his powers. He couldn't NOT know." Makenna replied. Leaving just the right trail of breadcrumbs.
"Wait... He spoke to you?" Of course he did. Adie thought to herself. The sociable, affable Makenna. Dependable Makenna. She probably tried to get to know everyone. Hold that volatile team together despite themselves.
"Well, yes. His powers, he feeds off the sun and warmth. It was night, Hyperion used cloud cover, the cold rain. He would have known. He's... kind of impulsive." Makenna slowly trickled out what she knew. She'd make Adrianna hang on every word. Watching Adie's expression she could tell she had her well on the hook.
"Yes, he spoke to me. You know, I kind of had to show him the ring a few times, and then drop the fact that I was engaged. Once I did that, he took the hint. I don't think he really connected the ring with that - in hindsight, it was almost like he just thought it was some fancy ring I was proud of. See he never really--" She stopped as if realizing that she was telling too much. "Oh, but it's probably not my place to tell." She hung Adie out on an excruciating point.
"What?" Adie asked. Makenna had pulled up as if she was sharing too much. She knew more about him? Private things, sensitive things? "What, 'Kenna--" She pulled back as if too informal. "What, Makenna, oh please? You can tell me. You know me, I wouldn't tell a soul."
Makenna felt warmth surge through her. The power. She had her, she was almost sure. The excitement, she could feel it. She knew she wouldn't tell a soul. 'The Adrianna Dahl', she scoffed in her own head. After all, who could she tell? As far as she could tell, she was relying on her for almost all of her information and social interaction at this school.
"Well... She dragged it out just a little more. Just that excruciatingly small beat, and enjoyed every fraction of a second of it. "Only because it's you, Adie..." Internally she was almost laughing. He had been more than willing to part with this prime piece of information that night to anyone who'd listen, and she was clinging to it like a precious gem.
"I don't know that he really 'got' that it wasn't just an expensive fancy ring, to him. You see, hee kind of had to grow up without much. He confided in me-- he never even knew his parents. He grew up in foster care facilities and boarding houses. I think that might be why he-- well, perhaps he struggles to come to terms with own emotions and how he feels. Might even explain how he was with you out there. If someone had abandonment issues... and then is interested in a girl. Maybe he gets some kind of 'sour grapes' about him when she doesn't just roll over and throw herself at his feet. Like I said... you deserve better. It doesn't excuse his behaviour. Just, maybe explains it a little."
Adie thought back to the elevator. She'd called him out. I mean, he WAS interested in her, right? Her radar wasn't that far off, surely? Maybe he didn't have a phone, and maybe-- MAAAAYBE he really didn't know who she was. I mean Makenna didn't and he was all the way from Australia and didn't even have a phone. That's no crime to not know who she was. Maybe he just liked what he saw, and was making a move. There's no crime in that-- it's actually kind of sweet. She'd called him out on it, and, damaged his ego maybe? Huh. She thought to herself. Men's egos could absolutely be that sensitive. Makenna's theory absolutely rang true to her.
"There is another thing though..." Getting ready for the necessary gear change.
"What's that?" Adie asked.
"Well, that night..." She subtly paused to check Adrianna was still hanging on every word. "He had been getting very close and touchy-feely with one... Calliope DeLeon. I'm sure you noticed, she's also on Team Blackjack. And I'm sure the name there hasn't exactly been lost on you."
Adrianna secretly donated to many hyperhuman causes both politically, and in terms of charity, but she'd never really paid much mind to the families surrounding the political figures. This one was different though. An anti-hyperhuman senator who's daughter very publicly was outed as one herself in an emphatic display of public damage. She hadn't previously made the connection by her appearance, at any of the ceremonies. But now that the name DeLeon was mentioned...
"DeLeon? As in Garcia DeLeon?" She gasped.
"Exactly. His daughter. Very close. Veeeeeery cosy. Of course... it was only that night and he's been in hospital until... well, presumably just now, if we're talking about the same Australian."
"Ohmigosh! She exclaimed. Barely able to believe it. "Does he know?"
A wry smile crossed Makenna's face. Yes. She had her. She was certain of it. The final stabbing blow.
"Well... I wasn't privvy to ALL of their whispered conversations, but if you were a young girl looking to sink your claws into a guy like that, would you advertise that fact?"
Adrianna gasped in awe. Makenna's smile thinned and she shrugged as if that was all there was to be said on the matter.
"Wow. Unbelievable. Well-- My setup's here now, and I really shouldn't leave it in the box outside."
"That's fine. If you need any help, you just ask." Makenna said sweetly, knowing full well the request would never come. It was, after all, Adrianna's natural element. She made herself a cup of tea from the boiling water of the dorm's coffee machine, and watched as Adie carried the equipment for her new computer build through their dormitory, closing the door when she'd brought the last of it in.
The television followed her around the room, as if begging the question.
'Well...' She thought. 'Maybe just while I work.'
She reached into the humm and connected the drone's video archive to the television and started playing that night. Despite the drone having to keep its distance, the high quality camera and microphones kept the video and audio pristine, despite the weather condiotions and zoom.
“Do you not see, this is how Hyperhumans should be treating one another. Together we are immortal, invincible, we could be gods to this world.” The hooded figure placed a hand on the traitor Tad’s shoulder, “I am Hyperion, and you are my children. Come to your sire’s side as your advisor has.”
Suddenly the masked assailant multiplied, spreading out around the students and faculty alike, fencing them in. The original Hyperion made a subtle swipe through the air, pushing the staff aside, their copies aiding in parting the crowd until the original was looking directly at a pale student.
“You my dear, you represent the best of us, the purest of us. Your gifts have transformed you into a new standard of beauty, these students with their mundane appearance, barely distinguishable from humans, they should worship the very ground you grace.”
“Did the Hindus not worship Shiva? Why should you settle for less?”
“Did the Egyptians not worship Anubis and Horus? Why should you let ants belittle you into hiding your true nature?” Adie found herself sickened at his rhetoric.
“And you!”
“You let them bind you to a metal chair. Can you not hear the very soil beneath your feet crying for your touch, their mother Gaia, taken from them, forced to into that metal torture chair and that abomination of a device on your temple.”
Raising their hands toward the sky, Hyperion continued.
“Under my tutelage, you will walk, nay you will run atop of mountains and raise entire nations.”
With an open palm, Hyperion pulled Rory into the forefront.
“You have so much untapped potential, if you had the stomach for it, you could stand on my left, I could give you anything you desire, power, wealth, endless comfort?”
Dropping one of the Blackjack teammembers, Hyperion telekinetically plucked Lucas out of the crowd, suspending the boy with one hand, and their plush dinosaur with another. Adie gasped. She wasn't even aware that had happened at the time.
“Don’t you get tired of living in the past? Seeing echoes of things that already happened?”
“If you come home, I will unfold your future. It doesn’t lie here, in this military academy. This is built to appease those who are beneath you. To restrain and limit you, I give you a world with no limitations, I will unfold your future.”
"Alright, settle down Squid Game. We've got enough bloody fun and games on the itinerary already... Red Light!" Adie smirked at the line.
Okay. That was a little hokey. A little 'Action Movie cliche', but it was still funny. Making fun of his mask which kind of looked like the one from the Netflix TV series. She could see why it struck such a chord with the young student base.
The drone panned to take both speakers into frame. It was this 'Banjo' - the one in the elevator. But he looked... much more. He was bigger than the leaner version she had seen minutes earlier. When she saw him he was less muscular. But she supposed that was understandable, he'd been in the infirmary all week.
“Don’t you get tired of feeling alone, having to always wear that armour you lug around? You have so many looking for you,”
“I’ve met them, your parents that is. Don’t you get tired of running? Have you ever wondered if he truly has your best interests at heart or if you’re just a burden of obligation? Stand with me instead, I assure you I want you by my side and there will be no more running.”
"Yeeeeeeah... the kind of dynamic I suspect you would want you and I to have..? I'm pretty bloody sure I'm gonna clash... sorry, correction, don't want to give you the wrong idea... I WOULD MAKE IT MY BUSINESS to ensure that I clash."
She gasped. Makenna was right. He HAD to know what was in store for him. Powerless. Surrounded by scared powerless people. He was offered his own family. Surely everything he'd never had and always wanted. And he didn't even flinch. He was defiant even when he knew had everything to lose and could have had everything to gain. He was principled in a way that-- almost reminded her of her own father.
With a twist of his wrist, Hyperion lifted Banjo into the air. Holding Banjo briefly, the masked figure pulled the suspended teen closer, inspecting the boy.
“I’ll give you one more chance to answer.”
"Go fuck yourself." Banjo smirked.
The threat wasn't even just implicit. He'd shown his power, and he still leant in harder with defiance.
It actually-- it was actually kind of sexy.
The memory jolted her back again. Her with her palms out in the hallway outside of her room. As if trying to hold back a torrent.
If she had to reach for a remote, maybe she would have had a second's thought. Realised how ridiculous she was for following this path.
But with barely a thought she reached into the humm and played it back.
"Alright, settle down Squid Game. We've got enough bloody fun and games on the itinerary already..." Adie bit her lip.
Outside of the door, Makenna leant against it listening in. Her tea in her hands, ready to call out to Adrianna to ask her if she wanted a cup, should she get caught. She smiled.
"... Red light!"
Adrianna woke up from her best night's sleep in a while. Makenna would have left early for her shift of Community Contribution at the Infirmary, and their two roommates weren't up themselves yet.
Adie had her own Community Contribution to perform before her first class. Practical training at the A.R.C. She was buzzing with excitement. The A.R.C was a technological masterpiece she was yet to experience. But first... the drudge.
Her community contribution was performing I.T duties for the school in the internal department.
A task well beneath her skills, but at least it gave her time to think of things as it wasn't overly taxing.
The most taxing part was having to deal with the people behind the machines.
The stupid people, who on occasion were dumb enough to have porn playing in the background WHEN THEY CALL IT FOR AN ISSUE THAT REQUIRES SCREEN MIRRORING. Ugh. The people were 95% of the causes of the problems she dealt with.
Still, with the excitement of today's first classes on her mind, and the occasional fluttering through of the video footage from her drone she'd watched the afternoon before, the morning's shift passed quickly.
She picked up her laptop and hurried off to the Mess Hall - the meeting place for the First class.
By the time she got there a few others had congregated. Adie kept her distance, since she recognised one of them, thanks to Makenna's help yesterday.
That blonde girl who'd ingratiated herself with Banjo that night. She was looking to do it again with another of the student's. Adrianna gave a disgusted look as she waved at another blonde girl, who was sitting with Efraim. Or maybe she was trying to put the feelers out to see how up for it Efraim would be, and was using how 'nice' she could be to the other students as a lure. Ugh. She hoped she wouldn't say anything to her and force her to pretend to be nice back.
She couldn't stand fake people.
So instead she waited towards the back and hoped Makenna would get here soon.
"What is it, Adie?" Makenna asked sweetly from across the room, their relationship having already carried from 'Makenna and Adrianna' to 'Makenna and Adie' overnight. Adie of course oblivious to the subliminal shift in power that only one of their names seemed to be open to the informal.
"You wouldn't believe it! There was THE MOST obnoxious Australian guy out there. Completely unbelievable. He actually thought I was hitting on him. Yecch. As... if..."
"Australian guy?" 'Surely not'. Makenna thought to herself, wondering what to make of this. The last that she'd seen of that one was when she caught an unfortunate glimpse of him when he was a discoloured unrecognisable mess in the Intensive Care Unit.
"Yeah, he, like, picked up a package for me downstairs, and I thought he was just being nice. And then it's all. 'Where they keepin' a lovely sheila like you? Which room are ya in?' I told him to just put the box down outside, so he knows this is the floor unfortunately, but at least he doesn't know the room. I mean, stalker much?"
"Well, the only Australian guy I know at this school was in Blackjack when I was there. You know, the one Hyperion threw that night. Banjo? He's been getting talked about all around the school at the moment. God only knows why."
"He's been getting talked about around the school? He was the guy who was in a crumpled heap, who I managed to rush to the infirmary?" She asked, not hiding her surprise. Her hand fell to her cheek, then to her hair. "Why..? What are they saying?"
Makenna tried to hide her glee. She seemed to have just found one of 'the Adrianna Dahl's' weak points. Possibly what had cost her a multi-billion dollar company. For someone who worked so brilliantly in the information age, she seemed to lack a finger on the pulse of public sentiment and divining truth from gossip. Further to the point, there seemed to be more to this story with the 'obnoxious Australian' than she seemed to first let on. If not just the Australian lunatic, perhaps she had a soft spot for trying to find a guy in general. But right now, this was even better. The night by the fireplace. She had valuable information to trade on this one.
She could ingratiate herself further with 'the Adrianna Dahl'. She could use this to cause major disruption between two rival teams in Blackjack and Firebird. She could stoke flames and strike at that blonde bitch over on Blackjack and her little boytoy. Perhaps even - if she could dare to hope - manouever a way that Adrianna Dahl could actually take the crazy Australian from her... she could hold the age difference over her forever. She'd 'OWN' her. Imagine owning one of the wealthiest, most brilliant metahuman businesswomen in the world. Sure, a man in the executive sphere could find a way to sneak away from taking an underaged lover, but a woman? The possibilities...
"Oh, ever since that night he's kind of become 'Big Man on Campus', or whatever. People impressed by childish things, just because he stood up to a hyperhuman terrorist."
"He did..?" Adrianna hadn't noticed at all what he had done that night. She was too busy trying to make a difference. Reaching into the humm to try and find a way to stop him that night. She hadn't noticed who else had made an effort to stand up to him.
"Oh, well, he just ran his mouth at him when he'd depowered the area. You know, when Hyperion was trying to convince those other kids, like the ones who left Eclipse, to go and join him. Just because he was willing to say a lot of coarse stuff to him when he was basically powerless. They all talk about him like he's some kind of hero."
Makenna kept hitting the same buttons. 'Big Man on Campus', 'school hero', 'Mr Popular'. Painting the picture of him as this ultimate prize, what she had missed out on in her earlier school days, 'Oh of course you could do much better than him, Adie', 'He's just what these Young impressionable kids see as being cool'.
Adie felt cared for. Her friend was saying all the right things. 'You're too good for him', 'He wouldn't deserve you' is what she was hearing, but these notions rang like hollow platitudes inside her head. She started to wonder. She tried to remember what she thought of him from that night, but was coming up with nothing. Her memory for regular social interaction and events had never been great. She could remember every line of coding from her first jobs - but this kind of thing seldom stuck in her head. Fortunately she came up with workarounds that meant she didn't HAVE to rely on that memory. Her drone. It was still in her room. She'd recorded everything from that night.
"Really? He was powerless? And he still did what he did? Did HE know that he was powerless?"
"Well, from what he told me about his powers. He couldn't NOT know." Makenna replied. Leaving just the right trail of breadcrumbs.
"Wait... He spoke to you?" Of course he did. Adie thought to herself. The sociable, affable Makenna. Dependable Makenna. She probably tried to get to know everyone. Hold that volatile team together despite themselves.
"Well, yes. His powers, he feeds off the sun and warmth. It was night, Hyperion used cloud cover, the cold rain. He would have known. He's... kind of impulsive." Makenna slowly trickled out what she knew. She'd make Adrianna hang on every word. Watching Adie's expression she could tell she had her well on the hook.
"Yes, he spoke to me. You know, I kind of had to show him the ring a few times, and then drop the fact that I was engaged. Once I did that, he took the hint. I don't think he really connected the ring with that - in hindsight, it was almost like he just thought it was some fancy ring I was proud of. See he never really--" She stopped as if realizing that she was telling too much. "Oh, but it's probably not my place to tell." She hung Adie out on an excruciating point.
"What?" Adie asked. Makenna had pulled up as if she was sharing too much. She knew more about him? Private things, sensitive things? "What, 'Kenna--" She pulled back as if too informal. "What, Makenna, oh please? You can tell me. You know me, I wouldn't tell a soul."
Makenna felt warmth surge through her. The power. She had her, she was almost sure. The excitement, she could feel it. She knew she wouldn't tell a soul. 'The Adrianna Dahl', she scoffed in her own head. After all, who could she tell? As far as she could tell, she was relying on her for almost all of her information and social interaction at this school.
"Well... She dragged it out just a little more. Just that excruciatingly small beat, and enjoyed every fraction of a second of it. "Only because it's you, Adie..." Internally she was almost laughing. He had been more than willing to part with this prime piece of information that night to anyone who'd listen, and she was clinging to it like a precious gem.
"I don't know that he really 'got' that it wasn't just an expensive fancy ring, to him. You see, hee kind of had to grow up without much. He confided in me-- he never even knew his parents. He grew up in foster care facilities and boarding houses. I think that might be why he-- well, perhaps he struggles to come to terms with own emotions and how he feels. Might even explain how he was with you out there. If someone had abandonment issues... and then is interested in a girl. Maybe he gets some kind of 'sour grapes' about him when she doesn't just roll over and throw herself at his feet. Like I said... you deserve better. It doesn't excuse his behaviour. Just, maybe explains it a little."
Adie thought back to the elevator. She'd called him out. I mean, he WAS interested in her, right? Her radar wasn't that far off, surely? Maybe he didn't have a phone, and maybe-- MAAAAYBE he really didn't know who she was. I mean Makenna didn't and he was all the way from Australia and didn't even have a phone. That's no crime to not know who she was. Maybe he just liked what he saw, and was making a move. There's no crime in that-- it's actually kind of sweet. She'd called him out on it, and, damaged his ego maybe? Huh. She thought to herself. Men's egos could absolutely be that sensitive. Makenna's theory absolutely rang true to her.
"There is another thing though..." Getting ready for the necessary gear change.
"What's that?" Adie asked.
"Well, that night..." She subtly paused to check Adrianna was still hanging on every word. "He had been getting very close and touchy-feely with one... Calliope DeLeon. I'm sure you noticed, she's also on Team Blackjack. And I'm sure the name there hasn't exactly been lost on you."
Adrianna secretly donated to many hyperhuman causes both politically, and in terms of charity, but she'd never really paid much mind to the families surrounding the political figures. This one was different though. An anti-hyperhuman senator who's daughter very publicly was outed as one herself in an emphatic display of public damage. She hadn't previously made the connection by her appearance, at any of the ceremonies. But now that the name DeLeon was mentioned...
"DeLeon? As in Garcia DeLeon?" She gasped.
"Exactly. His daughter. Very close. Veeeeeery cosy. Of course... it was only that night and he's been in hospital until... well, presumably just now, if we're talking about the same Australian."
"Ohmigosh! She exclaimed. Barely able to believe it. "Does he know?"
A wry smile crossed Makenna's face. Yes. She had her. She was certain of it. The final stabbing blow.
"Well... I wasn't privvy to ALL of their whispered conversations, but if you were a young girl looking to sink your claws into a guy like that, would you advertise that fact?"
Adrianna gasped in awe. Makenna's smile thinned and she shrugged as if that was all there was to be said on the matter.
"Wow. Unbelievable. Well-- My setup's here now, and I really shouldn't leave it in the box outside."
"That's fine. If you need any help, you just ask." Makenna said sweetly, knowing full well the request would never come. It was, after all, Adrianna's natural element. She made herself a cup of tea from the boiling water of the dorm's coffee machine, and watched as Adie carried the equipment for her new computer build through their dormitory, closing the door when she'd brought the last of it in.
The television followed her around the room, as if begging the question.
'Well...' She thought. 'Maybe just while I work.'
She reached into the humm and connected the drone's video archive to the television and started playing that night. Despite the drone having to keep its distance, the high quality camera and microphones kept the video and audio pristine, despite the weather condiotions and zoom.
“Do you not see, this is how Hyperhumans should be treating one another. Together we are immortal, invincible, we could be gods to this world.” The hooded figure placed a hand on the traitor Tad’s shoulder, “I am Hyperion, and you are my children. Come to your sire’s side as your advisor has.”
Suddenly the masked assailant multiplied, spreading out around the students and faculty alike, fencing them in. The original Hyperion made a subtle swipe through the air, pushing the staff aside, their copies aiding in parting the crowd until the original was looking directly at a pale student.
“You my dear, you represent the best of us, the purest of us. Your gifts have transformed you into a new standard of beauty, these students with their mundane appearance, barely distinguishable from humans, they should worship the very ground you grace.”
“Did the Hindus not worship Shiva? Why should you settle for less?”
“Did the Egyptians not worship Anubis and Horus? Why should you let ants belittle you into hiding your true nature?” Adie found herself sickened at his rhetoric.
“And you!”
“You let them bind you to a metal chair. Can you not hear the very soil beneath your feet crying for your touch, their mother Gaia, taken from them, forced to into that metal torture chair and that abomination of a device on your temple.”
Raising their hands toward the sky, Hyperion continued.
“Under my tutelage, you will walk, nay you will run atop of mountains and raise entire nations.”
With an open palm, Hyperion pulled Rory into the forefront.
“You have so much untapped potential, if you had the stomach for it, you could stand on my left, I could give you anything you desire, power, wealth, endless comfort?”
Dropping one of the Blackjack teammembers, Hyperion telekinetically plucked Lucas out of the crowd, suspending the boy with one hand, and their plush dinosaur with another. Adie gasped. She wasn't even aware that had happened at the time.
“Don’t you get tired of living in the past? Seeing echoes of things that already happened?”
“If you come home, I will unfold your future. It doesn’t lie here, in this military academy. This is built to appease those who are beneath you. To restrain and limit you, I give you a world with no limitations, I will unfold your future.”
"Alright, settle down Squid Game. We've got enough bloody fun and games on the itinerary already... Red Light!" Adie smirked at the line.
Okay. That was a little hokey. A little 'Action Movie cliche', but it was still funny. Making fun of his mask which kind of looked like the one from the Netflix TV series. She could see why it struck such a chord with the young student base.
The drone panned to take both speakers into frame. It was this 'Banjo' - the one in the elevator. But he looked... much more. He was bigger than the leaner version she had seen minutes earlier. When she saw him he was less muscular. But she supposed that was understandable, he'd been in the infirmary all week.
“Don’t you get tired of feeling alone, having to always wear that armour you lug around? You have so many looking for you,”
“I’ve met them, your parents that is. Don’t you get tired of running? Have you ever wondered if he truly has your best interests at heart or if you’re just a burden of obligation? Stand with me instead, I assure you I want you by my side and there will be no more running.”
"Yeeeeeeah... the kind of dynamic I suspect you would want you and I to have..? I'm pretty bloody sure I'm gonna clash... sorry, correction, don't want to give you the wrong idea... I WOULD MAKE IT MY BUSINESS to ensure that I clash."
She gasped. Makenna was right. He HAD to know what was in store for him. Powerless. Surrounded by scared powerless people. He was offered his own family. Surely everything he'd never had and always wanted. And he didn't even flinch. He was defiant even when he knew had everything to lose and could have had everything to gain. He was principled in a way that-- almost reminded her of her own father.
With a twist of his wrist, Hyperion lifted Banjo into the air. Holding Banjo briefly, the masked figure pulled the suspended teen closer, inspecting the boy.
“I’ll give you one more chance to answer.”
"Go fuck yourself." Banjo smirked.
The threat wasn't even just implicit. He'd shown his power, and he still leant in harder with defiance.
It actually-- it was actually kind of sexy.
"Lady, I'm seventeen."
The memory jolted her back again. Her with her palms out in the hallway outside of her room. As if trying to hold back a torrent.
If she had to reach for a remote, maybe she would have had a second's thought. Realised how ridiculous she was for following this path.
But with barely a thought she reached into the humm and played it back.
"Alright, settle down Squid Game. We've got enough bloody fun and games on the itinerary already..." Adie bit her lip.
Outside of the door, Makenna leant against it listening in. Her tea in her hands, ready to call out to Adrianna to ask her if she wanted a cup, should she get caught. She smiled.
"... Red light!"
Adrianna woke up from her best night's sleep in a while. Makenna would have left early for her shift of Community Contribution at the Infirmary, and their two roommates weren't up themselves yet.
Adie had her own Community Contribution to perform before her first class. Practical training at the A.R.C. She was buzzing with excitement. The A.R.C was a technological masterpiece she was yet to experience. But first... the drudge.
Her community contribution was performing I.T duties for the school in the internal department.
A task well beneath her skills, but at least it gave her time to think of things as it wasn't overly taxing.
The most taxing part was having to deal with the people behind the machines.
The stupid people, who on occasion were dumb enough to have porn playing in the background WHEN THEY CALL IT FOR AN ISSUE THAT REQUIRES SCREEN MIRRORING. Ugh. The people were 95% of the causes of the problems she dealt with.
Still, with the excitement of today's first classes on her mind, and the occasional fluttering through of the video footage from her drone she'd watched the afternoon before, the morning's shift passed quickly.
She picked up her laptop and hurried off to the Mess Hall - the meeting place for the First class.
By the time she got there a few others had congregated. Adie kept her distance, since she recognised one of them, thanks to Makenna's help yesterday.
That blonde girl who'd ingratiated herself with Banjo that night. She was looking to do it again with another of the student's. Adrianna gave a disgusted look as she waved at another blonde girl, who was sitting with Efraim. Or maybe she was trying to put the feelers out to see how up for it Efraim would be, and was using how 'nice' she could be to the other students as a lure. Ugh. She hoped she wouldn't say anything to her and force her to pretend to be nice back.
She couldn't stand fake people.
So instead she waited towards the back and hoped Makenna would get here soon.
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