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Graham Turner: Part I

Out of the corner of his eye, Graham spotted something moving along his desk. From his left. The small boy sighed. What horrendous crime had he committed in a past life to get anchored with such an annoying brat of a sister? Like, really? Oh whatever. He glanced down at the paper…

SWITCH ME SEATS OR PIPPIN GETS IT

Graham felt two hundred pounds heavier. It was as if chains whipped forth from the note and bound him, dragging him down into the deepest pits of despair.

This...this was the worst. It...she had to be lying. She had to be. She had no idea where Pippin was...surely she didn’t. Pippin was still in his room and she didn’t know whe-

...but she was late.

Graham silently gulped and crushed the note, not daring to shift his glance. He had to play this cool. It was bluffing time. There was a possibility that she had Pippin...he didn’t quite believe so, but he wasn’t positive enough to just outright dismiss the possibility. His best option was to just not react. If his sister didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she’d quickly get bored. That was just the kind of person she was.

He felt something...poking him? At first he thought it was from Tabby but...no, it was coming from the other side. He turned his head to see the brunette that Tabby walked in with smiling at him. And...she had extended her hand. He blinked, suspicious at first, but finally he gave in. She just didn’t seem that threatening. A bit eccentric, yeah, but surely she had to be a good person? ...then again, Tabby’s friend...so...

The door opened once more as yet another member of the tardy train came strolling in, startling Graham. He was reaching out to shake...uh...Anouk’s hand, but the sudden entry caused him to snap forward. What if the beast caused it. This was a trick. This was a trap. Everything was a trap. Nothing was safe....

A meek sounding voice rang out and Graham turned to face it. When he caught sight of the source, his face froze in a half-grin.

Cheol.

Poor, unsuspecting bastard.

“Sorry I’m late. I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

“Heh~”

The beast cackled, and Graham honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if it had licked its lips and cracked a fleshy tentacle.

“So you’re my newest vict-”

OH! OH! OH SNAP! The beast slipped! That was it! It’s over, man! Game over! There was no ‘Herculean Academy’! It was all a ruse to hide this fucker’s feeding pits.

“-err, I mean student! Welcome, welcome, go sit down! how about...next to that blonde over there! Also, if you could introduce yourself, please do!~”

The nemesis gestured to Sleeping Beauty, which made Graham uncomfortable. He didn’t like the thing’s attention being anywhere near his general direction.

The boy bowed to the class then spoke…Ohio Go zo eye mass? Did he just sneeze?

“I’m Cheol Akiyama. I’m from Japan and I, err, am a bit younger than the rest of you. Even so, I really hope we can all get along.”

In Graham’s experience with schools, this child would either be bullied mercilessly, or protected fiercely due to his petiteness. And judging by the jerks that Graham had met thus far…

Dude was screwed…

“I am…”

Huh?

Graham glanced around and saw that Sleeping Beauty was now on her feet. She seemed to take a moment to scan the room then…

…Was...was she frowning at him? Graham looked about and it seemed like, yeah, it was him.

Why was she looking at him like that? He blinked. 

“I am Emily. I like frail redheads that may or may not be secretly evil geniuses.”

what.

the.

fuck.

Graham felt his face burning as she took her seat. He turned around and stared down at his desk. Was she...was this chick fucking with him or was that an actual attempt at flirting.

And then there was Tabby’s friend…

And Miss Diabolical…

Graham looked up and smiled uneasily at the ceiling.

He would never understand women. Never. It just wasn’t going to happen.

Gracie Turner: Part I

So...the chefs had recruited a student...that was breaking in to steal food? Alright then. If he was hungry, why didn’t he just go to breakfast? Oh well. He probably had a reason. Or was an idiot. Either or, really.

Not long after, yet another interruption marched in. This time in the form of a rather short Asian guy. He apologized for being late and...well he actually sounded genuine. She felt bad for the little guy. It seemed like Miss Hillard did too, as she let him off rather easily, and sent him off towards the back of the room...near the other tardy kids…

Half of which were her siblings…

They truly were hopeless.

The new guy seemed happy enough though. He gave a low bow and then greeted everybody. Good morning, if Gracie’s absolutely horrid understanding of Japanese was correct. His name was Cheol and he was from Japan. Gracie smiled at the kid. He looked so young. It was adorable. She just wanted to put him in her pocket and keep him as a pet. But it passed. If he was so young and was still in their class...well there was something to be said about that, no?

She heard someone from the back of the classroom. She shifted to see a blonde standing behind the Tardys. She seemed to look about the room. She...she looked like she just woke up. Poor gal probably didn’t sleep well last night. Gracie didn’t have that problem. Slept like a babe. Honestly, the other girl was probably cursed with noisy roomies. Sucks, that.

“I am Emily. I like frail redheads that may or may not be secretly evil geniuses.”

Gracie frowned. Frail redheads...did she mean Graham? Nah, impossible. She said geniuses, after all. She shrugged. Might have just had a weird dream. They happen from time to time. Oh well. With that said, Gracie turned back to Meredith.

What was next?

Tabitha Turner: Part I

Tabby noticed Anouk poking the dweeb, trying to get his attention. Then she offered her hand. Perfect. Get on the dweeb’s good side, then crush him. Tabby smiled and turned her attention back to the front of the class. Somewhat. She bent over, resting her head on her folded arms. The door opened and some pipsqueak pranced him. Dude might have been smaller than Graham. Props on that. He introduced himself. Cheol...something from Japan. And he claimed to be younger than everyone. Well...dude seemed harmless enough. Tabby wasn’t gonna fuck with him. There’s a line, ya? 

Some chick in the row behind her stood up and announced herself. Tabby didn’t feel like turning about, so she didn’t. Then the chick said that she liked ‘frail redheads’ and then she just had to see. Tabby turned to see a cute blonde chick that was miles out of Graham’s league. Tabby grinned. Fuckin’ with her brother? This girl was alright in Tab’s book then.

While she was already up, she looked about the classroom. There were a couple more people, but she had no idea of knowing who had already introduced themselves before she got in. In any case, now seemed like a perfect time to catch up on some snoozing.

Theodore Turner: Part I

"Should have come to class prepared."

Hmm? Ted looked about. He spotted Ziska looking at him. Ted gave her a warm smile.

 "I'm surprised you even come at all, since you lack any sort of motivation or drive." 

Ted chuckled softly. She was getting all fussy. He was reminded of a particular cat back home. A contrary little thing, never seemed happy about anything, and definitely didn’t want to be around anybody. That is, until you’d wake up one night and see it curled up on your chest, purring away. Ziska was just that, a proud little kitten. 

“Heh, can’t argue with that. But everybody likes surprises,” he paused for a moment, bending down on his desk, resting his head on it. “Even you, kitty.” he finished his sentence, then softly yawned. He was tired. Burr was an alright guy, but if his class was going to be on magic mumbo-jumbo, then Ted might just have to take this time to enjoy a nice little nap. Nothing personal, teach. Besides, without his notebook, he didn’t have much he could do.

So nap away, young Ted. Nap to your heart’s content.

Graham Turner: Part II

BRRRRRRRNG!

Graham’s head shot up. That...that was a bell?! IT’S OVER?!!

The little guy was grinning as relief washed over him. He had gotten a bit bored and was doodling in his notebook rather than listening to Ms. Monster continue her cruel hijinks. Honestly, if you didn’t pay attention to it, the monster lost some of it’s mojo. Maybe. In any case, Graham wasted no time in gathering up his belongings, stuffing them quickly into his bag and fleeing the room. He wasted no time in his escape, and as such, was one of the first to experience true freedom.

And damn if it didn’t smell beautiful. Goodbye misery, hello…uh…

Fuck...he didn’t know what was next.

Lunchtime Shenanigans

Graham practically skipped to the cafeteria. The rest of his morning classes went much more smoothly than his first. Then again, he didn’t have to see the terrible twins or Fido the Wonder Horror, so that helped. Seriously, it helped a ton.

Graham wasn’t the first in the lunchroom, not by a long shot, but he was pretty early it seemed. His last class was pretty close, so that probably helped. Graham got into line, and performed the normal lunchline shuffle. Eventually he got a tray with what could probably pass as food. He scanned the room but didn’t spot any familiar faces, so Graham found a table near the exit and plopped down. Hopefully he’d see someone he recognized. Alexis, Kitty, Cheol...even that freakishly tall chick Anastasia would be righteous. Anything would be better than eating alone…

Graham looked down at the tray. He picked up a plastic spork and poked the seemingly shapeless blob. Was...was this edible? The lunchdude that handed him this tray was laughing when he walked away. Graham waited, instead looking around the room to see if anyone was going to eat. Or if, y’know, they got the gray shit too. Honestly, he wasn’t going to put it past the school to serve poison as a test at this point…

Because it hated him.

Why would Herculean Academy hate Graham, you ask?

Because fuck him, that’s why.

Gracie Turner: Part II

BRRRRRRRNG!

Gracie glanced up from the pages of her notebook. She sighed slightly. It was over already? Ms. Hillard had a way of making time fly. The ginger neatly packed away her belongings and after a second check, she rose to her feet and made her way out of the classroom. Onwards to her next class, then. Gracie couldn’t help but sigh, though. There was no way the next teacher could be nearly as engaging as Ms. Hillard...right?

Lunchtime Shenanigans

Well, she was right. Gracie strolled through the hall, making her way with the crowd to the cafeteria. She had enjoyed all of her classes so far and really had no complaints, but no one seemed as interesting as her precious TentacleTeachie. Errhm...the jury was still out on that name.

As Gracie entered the lunchroom, she noticed the potato sitting alone at a table near the entrance. He was just staring at something which vaguely resembled meat. She scrunched her nose and proceeded to stand in line for a tray. As she went through the line, she asked one of the lunchpeople if there was a vegan option. He responded by giving her a tray with what was likely a salad. Or a pile of leaves. Oh well...she was hungry enough to give it a try.

Gracie found her own little table rather close to Graham’s. Sure, she could have sat with him. She could also just gnaw off her hand. Neither would be particularly pleasant, but one would at least end with her getting a rather awesome hook hand.

Captain Gracie, arrrgh. The ginger terror of the seven seas. Redbeard? Gracie frowned. Her facial hair growing abilities sadly left a lot to be desired. ANYWAY, enough with the dork thing. There was nerd activity that required her attention. Gracie opened her bag and pulled out her book. She pushed her tray away and placed the book in its place. She wasn’t quite hungry...but the option was there. For now, she was much more interested in seeing how things were going in Westeros.

Poorly. 

Always poorly.

Damn you, GRRM.

Tabitha Turner: Part II

BRRRRRRRNG!

WHA?! WHOOZIT?

Tabby practically jumped out of her seat, startled by the bell. She was having a fairly epic dream...she was the captain of the S.S. Asskicker and was sailing about the universe handing out barrels of Whoopass. Then there was a duck...and a skiing incident...dreams are weird, man.

She looked about classroom, seeing Graham practically sprint out of the room, and Gracie leaving shortly after. She chuckled then stretched. She grabbed her crap then shuffled out the door. She wasn’t in a rush but, like, the sooner she got to her next class, the sooner she could go back to sleep. And sleep was pretty righteous.

Lunchtime Shenanigans

Y’know, it’s pretty fuckin’ sad that a school full of potential superheroes still ends up being like a school, man. Tabby groaned as she stretched, leaving her latest class and heading off towards the lunchroom. She hadn’t actually fallen asleep in any of her remaining classes, but dammit, she was close. She entered the cafeteria in time to see quite a bit of a line for trays. She frowned. She wasn’t exactly hungry at the moment, and lines pissed her off. She looked about the room and saw Gracie reading at one of the tables near the Dweeb. She smiled then strolled over to her beloved nerdy sister.

“Sissy~”

Tabby called out as she wrapped Gracie up in a hug from behind. The older twin was caught off-guard for a moment, which caused her to flinch, which in turn made Tabby laugh. The slightly flustered Gracie marked her place, then closed her book as Tabby slid into the seat beside her.

“Heya, heya. How were your classes?”

Tabby frowned overly dramatic, then propped up her head with her hands, elbows anchored on the table. She fluttered her eyes at Gracie.

“Dey be tewwible, Gwacie. Tewwible!” Tabby paused as her sister chuckled. “No, but really, they were soooooo boring. I was expecting like...Flying for Dummies, not Math. We were duped, sis. Duped, I say!”

“Give it some time, dummy. It’s not so bad.”

Tabby smiled and looked around the cafeteria. She sadly hadn’t had any other classes with Anouk. Where was her little Dutchie? Her precious Dutchess. Perhaps if she closed her eyes really, really tightly and wished extra super duper hard...

Theodore Turner: Part II

BRRRRRRRNG!

...zzZzzzZzzZzz...

...zZzzZzzZzz...

...ZzzZzzZz...

Oh.

Ted’s eyes slowly opened. The eldest Turner took a moment to recall his surroundings. He was in class…? Huh...weird. Ted stood up and stretched. He looked about again and saw people leaving the room. Were classes over? He frowned. Did he miss lunch...? A glance to a wall clock rid the young man of his fears. He hadn’t missed the most important meal of the day. Great. But there was still a ton of time before lunch. Not so great.

Ted left the classroom and looked about. He considered going back to his room but...well, they might actually drag him out of his bed if he did that. No, might as well go to at least half of his classes today. That’d be good.

So Ted slowly made his way to his next class. Or rather, Ted slowly made his way to his next nap. He stopped by the classroom of Mr. Wagner next. Twitchy little guy, but he wasn’t too bad. Ted sat down and immediately passed out.

Lunchtime Shenanigans

Ted left the bathroom as the bell rang. In his last class, the teacher woke him up halfway through. Which kinda sucked. But then he asked to go to the bathroom. The teach didn’t want to let him go at first, but well, he kind of just kept asking. They all give in eventually.

But now he had a mission. No more screwing around...he had to secure lunch. This was of the utmost importance. Ted entered the cafeteria and immediately made a beeline for the lunchline. He didn’t even notice his little brood sitting by the door. To be honest, it didn’t seem like any of them noticed him either. Life is funny sometimes. He stood at the end of the line, intensely staring at the kitchen staff. The short first year standing in front of him felt rather uncomfortable by the towering ginger’s ferocity, and soon offered to let him cut in front. Ted took him up on this offer. Others followed suit.

Ted found that if one willed with enough intensity, food would come quicker. He was, of course, oblivious to the intimidation factor in play here. He was going to get food sooner than he thought. There would absolutely never be a reason to question that.
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