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Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I want to add that there's a little "ticker" around your heart that controls those electrical pulses that makes your heart beat, and the slightest change or electrical discharge can offset that and your heart would stop (if the discharge wasn't strong enough to outright cause your heart to explode). Just saying, I don't know if anyone is interested in that or not.

Proceed.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I think it's funny. #2cents

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Deborah Termellio, Shannon Balore, & Abraham Gene - Mr Allen J and Leonerdo collaboration

Delphic - Colours of the Day

Almost instantly, Shannon shot Abraham a glare from underneath her glasses. He just looked like the kind of arrogant jackass that was only concerned with getting girls. Tall, muscular... Honestly, Shannon figured that the moment this guy opens his mouth, it would be some proposition to 'wow' them. Hmph. Pool. No thank you. Nothing turned Shannon off more than a guy. She would have been content with just ignoring him and letting him scurry off to hump the next girl's leg, but of course....

Deborah took a longer look at Abraham. Looking at all of his features. Not in the way of 'I'm totally checking this hot guy out', but more in the gathering information way. From the way he carried himself (New student, likes our outfits, came over here to charm us), to his outfit (designer clothes, obviously another wealthy student). This guy was probably another Valjean, but unlike Shannon, Deborah would never turn away another story to learn. Even if it was just a different version of the same story. He wanted to play some pool? Well... Deborah was never the type to play such games. She liked to observe, just casually gathering information from the sidelines. Learning how people play, or if someone's cheating (Just so she can casually screw with them). Deborah gave him a smile (To appeal to his nature, nothing else). "We were just waiting for some friends to discuss some hush-hush stuff, but we can play your game in the meantime." Deborah laughed as she followed him.

Ugh. She said 'we'. Shannon was going to follow along, just to keep an eye on this tall jackass. He pulls any moves, crosses any lines, and Shannon will jump to stop him there. She rolled her eyes as she followed. The second she was there, her face had contorted into the most bored frown she could force. She was getting across, without words, that she was the least bit interested in this. More importantly, him.

Abraham checked out both girl, his eyes moving back and forth between them as he sized him up. Eh? Glasses was quieter. A cute gal, though! She in particular was donned in a lovely dress and her thick red hair looked as though it were fluffed up with a blow dryer. The other one, she wasn't as well-dressed as Shannon, but had her own flare. And also? An active looking woman of color, just like himself! Er... okay, maybe not woman. God, there're no telepaths around here, right? Well, still! A little similarity, regardless how minute, still goes a long way! She looks like she did her fair share of running around. Mmm, mmm, nothing wrong with a woman with some muscle.

Despite his internal analyzation of the two dames presented before him, Abraham kept a straight face. This is to say, he did not let up on his grin coupled with a set of warm eyes. He set his disposition in a perpetual state of charm and swagger! He looked to the colored girl with an amused smirk on his face as he picked out his own cue stick.

"My game?" Abraham mused as he rubbed blue chalk on the end of the cue stick. "Honey, I didn't invent the game, I just play it. My name's Abraham."

Deborah laughed again at his comment. He just shits charm, now doesn't he? Well, at least he isn't boring. "Well, aren't you charming?" She said, playfully. "My name is Deborah. Over there is my friend Shannon. We're two long-time students here. You'll hear plenty about us." She topped that off with a smirk. Shannon's feelings on the matter did not go unnoticed by her lover (Shannon is attempting to get across she is uninterested in Abe, romantically and overall). Well, Shannon's already going to make this fun. Just seeing how Abe's body language 'responds' for him it will be a delight (He is more interested in you than Shannon). Oooooooh, Shannon's going to be soooooo jealous! Her red-headed friend needn't worry. Her heart belongs to Shannon, and nothing is ever going to change that.

"Charm's the game, darlin'." Abe replied with a wink as he grabbed a pool rack and collected the billiard balls to set them inside. Ugh, this was always the part he hated. Charm certainly is the game, because fuck, billiards and pool sure isn't. Really, he just started fiddling with it so that the solids and striped balls weren't touching and... the eight ball goes in the center, right. Perfect. At their introductions, Abe smiled and nodded to both of them individually. "Deborah. Shannon."

Deborah grabbed the pool cue. "Well..." She held the pool cue. "I never played pool for myself, I watched people play it all the time... Uh, would you mind showing me?"

Even with all the sophistication Abe has grown up around since, hell, probably since he was still in the mother fucking womb, he still couldn't but think very briefly, 'Score!' Granted, there probably isn't a tremendous bunch he could do out of helping someone play pool, but it is a step in the right direction despite that. Abe took one of his hands and started rubbing his chin as if it were something he was actually debating. "Hmm. You know what? Absolutely! Let's see what we can do."

Abraham walked around the table, taking off the rack and hanging it on a rung along the way, and came to a halt beside Deborah. With uncharacteristic gentleness quite unlike what one would expect from a man his size, he layed his hand on her other shoulder and gave her a slight nudge, to motion her towards the end of the table where the of triangle of aligned billiard balls were pointed.

"You see," he started, "the first turn is called the break. Because, hey you're breaking the rack! Imagine that. You left handed or right handed?"

Shannon cringed the moment this buffoon put his hands on her Debby! It was hard to not say anything, but she didn't want to start anything. Especially after that bug fiasco. She was going to let it slide, but she stayed on guard. This fool will be hanging off the ceiling by the strings of his shoes the second he tries something anything. Shannon just never liked it when a boy put a hand on her.

Well, at least he's gentle. Unlike Shannon, Deborah didn't have a problem with Abe touching her. Because he isn't touching her too inappropriately. She listened as she leaned in forward, positioning the cue correctly (She was going off what she seen while watching pool here). The first turn is called the break, and she's about to break it. "Heh, yeah, right handed." She answered. Actually, she could take it from here. It was just hitting a bunch of balls not rocket science. This would be easy. She didn't even think too hard about it. Abraham watched as Deborah started running on auto-pilot. 'Well fine', he silently snarked. It was pretty fuckin' weird to him that she would ask for help and then proceed to go on her own as soon as he got started. He crossed his arms as he watched she pulled the cue back, and hit the cue ball with a bit of force. It sent the other balls sprawling all over the table, and none of them had actually made it into the holes. 'Whoops. Maybe there was a little science behind it.' Deborah thought. She looked embarrassed, "Whoops." She got straight up, and looked at Abe, with a small smile on her face. "I thought I had it," She laughed again. "Guess I was wrong. I could use a little more training if you're up to it."

Abraham smirked. 'Yeah, I thought so.' Ah, still, she thought she had it. Whatever. They continue where they left off.

"No problem-o!" He told her. "Now, usually it will be my turn, but we're showing you how it's done. Look here."

He recalled her mention of being right handed. Just like him! In this case it will be easy. He returned to her left side and draped his right arm over her shoulders held the cue stick, sliding his hand down to the base of the tool along with her own hand. "Your right hand belongs just around the bottom - the base - a'right? Now... take you left hand and set it out in front of you on the table where the shaft will be sliding around."

'Oh god, this is great.' Not even getting to this girl, although that helped immensely, he managed to ease in so many innuendos. Ease it in! There goes another one! Shit, maybe he'll earn a handjob when all this is over. Here's a drink to wishful thinking! However, there was, unfortunately, no drinks.

"Same deal goes for your legs. Left leg forward, right leg back."

Deborah giggled quietly, like a immature schoolgirl. She did acknowledge Abe's rather innuendo-laden explaination, and followed his others. One leg forward, other back, put her hand around the shaft... Well, Deborah never learned how to work the shaft. Teehee. She did feel a little stupid for going on her own, but this is her chance to redeem herself! Deborah shot the cue ball again, except with more success this time. Some of the balls went in (Another innuendo!) and the others continued to sprawl. She looked proud this time. Deborah turned towards Abe and asked, "Did I do good?"

Shannon rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, 'What? Is she gonna replace Jean with him?' She crossed her arms. It'd be swapping one jackass for another.

"Much better!" Abraham said in praise. There were flaws in some of the technique, of course, but she did catch on pretty quickly. He had to give her that. Gotta wonder what else catches on pretty quickly... granted, if she's actually catching anything, hell-to-the-no. Not with a fifteen-and-a-half-foot pole. That thought was somewhat of a ward, as the nagging voice in the back of his head said: "Do not touch! Do not touch!"

He'll cross... er, inspect that bridge when he gets to it. Still. First hour on the island and he's already doing pretty well for himself. Not bad.

"Really, the posture is everything. Just as long as you jab your cue stick at the center of the ball and not the bottom, you got yourself a good strong hit. Hittin' the bottom can make it jump."

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Aaaand the roleplay got 100% cooler. Thank me later darlings.

/flips hair and struts off

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Abraham Gene

Playing "I'm Gonna Be" by The Proclaimers on loop for a twelve hour boat trip was never precisely the best way to spend your time traveling, and by all means, it shouldn't be. As by doing such, any kind of melody and peace found in the tune is lost in the maddening monotony that makes up the repetitiveness of the rhythm. The cruise attendants, whom were particularly afflicted by such madness, had already abandoned any hope of relief or proper methodical function while on board the cruise and were collectively nearing the edge of eating their guns before the yacht had finally made way into harbor; an event which had followed subsequently in an instance of chain smoking and binge drinking. Meanwhile, Abraham, whom was the culprit of such a heinous act, was nothing if not well aware of the activities being done on board. He in particular subjugated himself to such brain-scratching insanity, finding it an excellent way to kill time. While victimizing himself and the rest of the crew wasn't the ideal way to kill time, as thought of by the captain and navigators, he was at least not directly harassing them - lest there be a catastrophic accident that would be surely out of the crew's control, resulting in the loss of their employer's son and a couple million dollar yacht. Abe had went off board into landed on the docks. It did, of course, lacked the kind of rustic charm old wooden docks had; the docks the academy had were stone, made of concrete and very likely supported by metal frame and supports that went who-knows-how-deep into the water and ground. The air was thick and humid, and further inland appeared to be a jungle. A real jungle? The leaves were green and ripe with life, with pathways cut among the thick brush beneath the base of the canopies, of which the leaves rustled with each passing ocean breeze. It was probably swarming with insects. So this couldn't just be a bunch of shitty cardboard propped up to make it look like a real jungle - this was the genuine (sweaty ass) article!

Abraham was all about killing time. even when he wasn't repeating The Proclaimers. This is even shown by procrastinating his cruise until he about felt ready to leave. Arriving on time was for squares anyway. Party crashing was always the way to go! Plus, he missed the atrocious line that had no doubt piled up by the registration desk, leaving him not an ounce of worry in the world about having to push and shove his way through (though there was no doubt in his mind that it was a feat he can actually perform). But still, he had obligations he had to do. This school of ass-monkeys being one of them. Walking along the dock, he let out a heavy sigh as he felt the humidity starting to take him. He felt his legs heating up under his designer jeans - Aliasghar Hussain - and the in conjunction with the harsh sun, the mosquitoes, they graced his bare neck with the gentle caress of a cinder block. Truly, perhaps a comfortably thin v-neck with a leather jacket over it wasn't the best attire selection when the fucking island is smack dab in the center of the sun's attention. Two of the attendants came running after him with his things in tow: one handed him his warm wool pea coat, which Abraham had accepted tentatively, and the other with two of his duffel bags, just barely being able to drag it along! Abe glared at them with a glance suggesting they had forgotten something. Fortunately, one of them was already on it, and after shortly disappearing onto the yacht, he came out with two guitar cases: a very large one, and a little mini one. Both were wrapped around his shoulders, and Abe lifted his duffel bags with one in each hand (with a mighty amount of ease, in comparison to the struggle the aid had displayed). No tears were shed or goodbyes shared, both parties went on their merry way. Abe didn't really care to have them along and the school discouraged anyone that wasn't a student or meta from coming. That's fine.

Would it be a fair comparison to akin the likes the sweaty, dirty outdoors to the cool air of the secure indoors? No. No it would not. In comparison, the inside was the mansion and the outdoors were the slums. Not to say that the academy was a mansion - sure, it got the size part down, but the features within it were totally lacking. There should be three hundred crystals in that chandelier, not one hundred! And the floors, what kind of marble were they using? Recycled marble? Abraham could probably shit finer marble! And those tables... how terribly generic! Glass tables or marble tables, at the very least! If they truly wanted to impress, they would have been aged mahogany that was carved and whittled to make gorgeous trim and a fancy emblem in the center, draped over with a cotton table cloth (silks were highly overrated and, quite frankly, aren't good table toppers). Regardless, they likely had to make accommodations for those of the lower class. After all, they couldn't make them feel alienated or intimidated by large, extravagant structures. Abe sighed. Modesty had its charm though, he had to admit. Surely, he'd get used to it. He caught the eye of a young woman at a desk off to his right, at the far side of the lobby. He strolled over with gusto, with both instruments hanging from his body and two heavy duffel bags, which seemed to be slightly torn at the seams by the weight of its contents, and bulging muscles flexed as he carried them... he may or may not have been doing that on purpose.

"Hello sir." Said the smiling young woman at the receptionist.

Oh god, it would be worse than he thought. Why weren't the receptionists French? Like, shipped straight from France? What could be better than hearing "greetings monsieur" when you walk through the front door? It's basically a requirement! Okay, okay, this is going to be okay-- what the hell have they done with the tapestry? Surely it was apparent to the receptionist that he would have to be accustomed to this new environment, after all, this place was rather impressive and he would no doubt have to get used to such a fancy looking place, right? Abe held his tongue in front of the woman and put on his signature charming smile. "Hello ma'am."

One could have sworn the white of his teeth sparkled with the smooth suavity of his greeting.

"Can I get your name?" The receptionist asked.

"Abraham Gene - the one and only!."

"Ah, okay, I found you. You should be... in room 100. Here's your key."

"Thank you hun'." Abe cooed with a wink, sliding his key off the desk with a spare finger and into his pocket. As he entered the hallways, he dropped one of his bags for a moment before he snagged a pamphlet for him to go over once he reached his room.

The room was alright, to say the least. Decent sized bed, acceptable living conditions. Did it help that he payed a little bit of money to improve it? Maybe. It had to be a lot for so little since they want to keep the students fairly and equally housed, as though this were some sort of communism. Communism was bad for business, though this ultimately wasn't a business, was it? Surely not. Any business knows there's no money in sending meta humans to private schools, the idea of that for the sake of money is ridiculous. He dropped his two heavy duffel bags and they landed with a loud thud. His roommate was supposed to be some tool called "Mark Asslicker" or something silly like that. Surely, his room mate won't try to mess with his stuff, right? Oh god, if he does, there'll be hell to pay. These are his personal possessions, after all. Abraham grabbed both of the zippers and yanked the bags open. Wrong! The bags were actually full of concrete bricks! A good old prank is always good to play on your attendants once in a while, he had to keep himself from laughing as they brought him his bags! Of course, with Abe's kind of athleticism and power, his strength was clearly beyond comparison, but he respected the effort and tenacity required of a normal person to bring these bags to him. Unbeknownst to them, some of his belongings were already sent here approximately a month in advance! This allowed him not to worry about anything missing at all!

He zipped up the bags and placed them near his dresser. He would leave them there - if his room mate is so nosy he would go through his stuff, perhaps his weak noodle-like arms and the weight of the bags would make it hard enough to instill the idea that it wasn't worth the trouble. And if he were truly persistent? The presence of bricks instead of hidden treasure would surely be another case of instant karma. Little asshole would deserve it. Speaking of his room mate, where was he? He wasn't here. He didn't want a room mate as it was, but the school insisted on it. Now that he had what was likely a roomy with snot dripping down his nose, he didn't even have the consideration to even be here. How droll. On the other hand, he did hear what sounded like some sort of party as he came up here. Odd though, that there'd be a part on academy grounds on the first day. Abraham smiled. But who was he to argue? He threw off the sweaty v-neck shirt he had worn on his way in and tugged open the drawers of his dressing ('No locks? What a shitty place.') and saw a selection of his clothes already being neatly arranged in the drawer. He pulled out a long-sleeved white button-up. It was a nice shirt indeed! No stains at all. This is what he'd wear beneath a vest or dress coat. He quickly put it on and rolled the sleeves just below his elbows, and buttoned it only halfway up his chest 'I always like myself a good party.'

It wasn't too far away either. It took a couple of right guesses on where to turn, and the sound of a crowd was already beginning to emanate from a room somewhere around. Even then, it wasn't hard to find with the ever so subtle clues given by the signs that said "Student Lounge". Clearly, that's where they'd be. And upon finding its doorway, never had he seen himself in a room with so many freaks at a time. But that's okay, right? Of course, he was probably a freak himself, but at least he dressed nice. These bozos? All but a few seemed to really put themselves out there. There wasn't so many people who looked to be near his status by sheer clothing alone, however. There were a couple attractive faces about, those which will no doubt be subjected by his charm. Two in particular, these two ladies standing side-by-side. They dressed peculiarly nice in contrast to the dropouts lying around. But now he had to make a name for himself, so what would be a good strategy? Obviously putting your arms around strangers was a no-go ('Who would even do that?'), but it was a matter of easing yourself in... and easing yourself in is always the best way to pleasing a woman in any situation.

"Hello-ooo ladies!" He chimed out from behind them, making a bee-line towards the pool table. "You two are lookin' pretty bored! Well, pretty too, don't get me wrong! But lookin' pretty bored seems to be the real problem here. Care to join me?"

He made no effort to hide the confidence that was present in his strut towards the pool table, taking a pool stick and looking at it closely. True, Abe never had any real passion for pool, but a guy has to learn at some point or another. Pool and darts were like golf in that way - they were rich people sports. Of course, he didn't find any rush in it, but he was still pretty good at it in his own respect. Because, like, having conversations about how well your marketing is going is only so fun. You had to play pool while you were doing it, with an expensive glass of scotch in the other hand. Damn fools sacrificing a life to look nice. Clearly, if Abraham was an example - and surely he was - you can live a life while looking nice. He sat the pool stick he had down to the side and pointed at it before grabbing another. "I wouldn't pick that one - head has a little split in it. Some assholes don't play right, eh?"

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Within the story, yes. It is slightly less invigorating in reality when we're trying to make progress. And despite what's said in the OOC, Allen isn't just gonna end the match and pretend nothing happen. There'll be reason.

We're amazing bullshitters.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Bruh, I don't think any of us here are extra-dimensional physicists or can claim any sort of knowledge in that branch of pseudo-science. Let's not get too carried away.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

If she can pass through walls and follow the laws of gravity differently in this state, it's a safe enough bet your body doesn't operate as it normally would.

Or fuck, ghost oxygen or some shit. I really don't care at this rate.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I actually don't understand this fixation with this character having to hold her breath. The power is fine. She can't harm anybody in it, the character itself probably isn't a psychopath, and there are monsters hunting her as long as she is in that state. It's fine as it is.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

The cluster-fucking will die down once we get out of this act, I promise. The CTF was a bit of a stretch we decided to try out, and given how it is providing some complications, something like that likely won't happen again. If anything, I encourage you to stop for now, wait until the next act, and feel it out from there and see if leaving is something you still want to do.

I'm sorry that it's a little too much for you right now.