YoshiSkittlez

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

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Kallian Queen and Evelina Lance-Vince

-Daughter of the Green Arrow and Cheshire- -Daughter of the Black Canary-
location: Academy Grounds
Interacting with Each other, featuring Thor, Soren Thorson @YoshiSkittlez, Loki Laufey, Thracius Laufey @caits and Svanna Laufey @Vicier

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Dat cutie with the bootie, tho... Kallian's eyes wandered as she headed up the pathway towards the school having spotted a rather good looking young man (who she was fairly confident was Jason Stark) accompanied by a ferret-looking blonde boy chasing after some chick with dark skin and... a lion. Lions. There were lions here, apparently... Maybe this place would be better than rehab. And, to her knowledge, there weren't any classes here that made you talk about your feelings. Feelings sucked.

"O-kay.” Kallian expressed, forcing her eyes away from the lion, to the young man's butt as he passed her by, and back to the school in front of her. But looking forward didn't exactly help her distraction, either. There was a lot of talent here. A lot. A pleasant sort of smile reached her lips. Good she thought, At least I won't be bored here.

”Kaaaalliaan!” Eve practically squealed- although she would adamantly deny that if asked- as she ran towards her best friend, throwing her arms around her, ”You’re here!” she didn’t stop to question why Kallian was there, at the Academy. Right then all that mattered was that she was. Hugging her, Eve grinned before stepping back just enough to look at her friend.

She knew her by the squeal. Not very many people sounded like her best friend when they got overly-excited. It was a trait Kallian absolutely loved about her. She could never lose her in a crowd, that was for sure.

"Evie! I had a feeling you might be here!” She caught her best friend by throwing her arms around Evelina and squeezed the blonde to her, not really caring if she was cutting off her airway for a second or not.

”Course I’d be here, all the top heroes and villains kids are here! All the hotties! A perfect chance!” she said cheerfully, ”Not to mention I’d like to stop making peoples ears bleed! We’re gonna have a blast!” Evelina said cheerfully, before her smile faded slightly. ”Whatca doing here? How’d ya get here?”

"My Dad picked me up from Stankville and dropped me off here with a phone that doesn't do anything." Kallian looked down at the phone in question and frowned. "But whatever. I'm here. You're here. It will be just like high school again."

”Damn right it will be! The terrible duo, back in action! Some fine targets-I mean talent here!” she said, waving her hand around them,

Eve chuckled, following Kallian’s gaze to the phone she had, ”Wow! That’s like, ancient, was it even made before we were born?” She wondered, before shrugging. ”Lots of fun to be had! Should we get started?”

”I already have.” Kallian smirked, taking only half a step back from her friend to discreetly eyeball Jason Stark as he once more walked by them. Was it hot out here? It felt hot. A smile spread over her lips.

Eve grinned at her friend, following her line of sight, chuckling softly. ”Target acquired huh? A fine one! Although he looks like he’ll be too into himself, might have to work hard to get his attention! Plus, Mini Stark He has a reputation for being like his father I hear!”

”If he’s anything like his father, then he plays the game the same way we do.” Kallian commented, ”Hard to get it is, then.” She moved her head on a swivel, looking around her immediate location until her eyes happened upon two blondes - a boy and a girl (muzzled?). Likely siblings. It wasn’t until she saw the God of Mischief and Trickery himself that led her to believe that they belonged to him.

She had heard of Loki a handful of times by her father, though he didn’t think highly of the god. She was supposed to steer clear of him, and anyone like him…

”Excuse me?” Kallian shot her friend a quick smile before bounding off towards the small family, making sure to run as close as she could past Jason in the process. Her eyes caught on the young blonde for a moment before addressing the three of them as she slowed to a stop. ”Hey! Sorry to bother you, but you guys look like you kind of know what’s going on here.” she started. ”My dad kind of just dropped me off here. Busy guy. Anyway, are we supposed to just walk in right now? Or…?”

Not given a chance to answer or respond to Kallian, Eve trotted after her friend. While she knew it was foolish, Eve didn’t want to lose sight of her just yet, as if afraid Kallian would disappear once more.

The brightness in the sky shifted as sudden dark clouds rolled in. The wind picked up at a rate that the girls had never seen before as the clouds above the grounds began to twist and spiral into a near-perfect disc-like void. Looking around quickly, the change in weather seemed to have enveloped the entire grounds. There was an immeasurable crack followed by a flash of lightning; a single bolt that came from the void and touched down on the pathway that led into the school. The ground shook and the earth groaned, though their ears were ringing too harshly for them to have taken note.

Falling into the blonde-haired boy as Kallian reached her hands up to cover her ears, there was another bright flash that rendered the entire world around her white.

The buffeting wind… the lightning… the thunder… Eve ducked slightly, knowing that whatever was coming, she couldn’t fight even as her mouth opened slightly. Reason, or maybe fear, had her slamming it shut once more, although she doubted her cry would be heard about the noise.

And then… it was gone...

The wind stopped abruptly, and slowly the dark clouds began to lighten and dissipate, resuming the early, sunny morning everyone had been experiencing not moments ago. Opening her eyes, one at a time (which she hadn’t realized she had closed until then), Kallian spotted two new figures that stood where the lightning had struck, one older man brandishing a mighty hammer in one hand and the other, much younger, looking incredibly embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

They were far enough away that she couldn’t hear what Thor was saying to the younger man, nor did she particularly care. Really? It was supposed to be Loki that was the prick. And already the mighty god of Thunder was proving to be quite the ass. God her head hurt.

Becoming then acutely aware that she was still pressed into the stranger’s body, Kallian chuckled lightly, a light blush crossing over her cheeks as she removed herself from him, flashing an apologetic smile.

”Heh. Sorry. But for what it’s worth, I felt safe the whole time.” Her smile grew a bit more confident.

As the anomaly disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared, Eve lifted her head looking about her. The sudden presence of two more figures didn’t terribly worry it. She sought out Kallian, making sure she was okay and deciding that the other girl was just fine in the arms- or just about- of the blonde haired boy.

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

Deon Howlette

-Son of the Wolverine-

Interacting with: Phoebe Wayne-Isley (@Caits), Uná O’Brian (@Almalthia) and Lavi Kyle (@Ejected)

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The hum of the rather flashy motorcycle came to a gradual stop as Deon parked it, not really caring if he was in the right spot or not. The only other vehicles there was some run down, shitty-ass truck and an (admittedly) pretty sexy looking black dodge charger. Shrugging, Deon stepped one leg over his bike and stretched his legs and neck, though to his dismay, was not rewarded by a series of pops. If there was anything he missed about his body before William Stryker had made him better, it was the satisfaction of hearing his bones and joints crack - a relief of pressure that his adamantium skeleton would no longer provide.

The backpack he had slung over both shoulders was practically weightless, holding only a handful of essential items such as his phone charger, bathroom supplies and a few changes of clothes. He traveled light - always had. He wasn't exactly the materialistic sort. Not since becoming Stryker's attack dog. And if he should so happen come into the possession of a few things during his stay at this... school... then so be it.

Deon slipped his right arm from the backpack strap, leaving it hanging loosely on his left shoulder - a much more comfortable way of carrying it around (and definitely less dorky/schoolboy looking). His blue eyes glanced around, feet slowly carrying him as he took in the sights that surrounded him. It was definitely much different than Stryker's island, but not nearly as glamorous or flashy as his time in Tokyo. It would do, but judging by the few glances he got of who would be his company and competition for the next however long, he counted on things getting dull rather quickly.

Within the throng of the crowd (somehow even bypassing the strange collection of tamed animals - were those lions?), a flash of red caught his peripheral. A rather smug smile found it's way to his lips as his head turned to drink in the full view. A redhead had just gathered up her belongings and was headed inside. God only knew why it was redheads specifically that got his blood flowing hot - he loved all (attractive) women equally. But there was just something about redheads...

The twenty-year-old readjusted the grip on his backpack strap and jogged up to close the distance between them, calling out to her once there was only ten or so feet between them.

"So I've come to the conclusion that blondes can be kind of ditzy doodles, and brunettes are a lot like well-behaved, groomed prize poodles... but anyone who doesn't try to meet a gorgeous redhead like you is definitely missing some brainy noodles." Chuckling, he managed to close the distance between them until he was walking in time with the redhead at her side. "Hey, I'm Deon." He extended out his free hand to shake. "This place kind of sucks. You want to look around until we can find something more fun to do with our time?" His quirked eyebrow rose to his hairline, the tilt of his mouth adding to the asymmetrical look he was giving her enough to pass off as being either completely innocent, or completely full of shit.

Despite the fact that he had gone out of his way to ignore the few people who were (possibly?) already talking with the redhead, Deon could feel a pair of eyes on him - a gaze so intense that he felt the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end.

Daring a sideways glance, Deon's blue eyes met with the soft hazels of his fathers. Logan Howlette stood at the doorway before the school, leaning up against the building with his arms crossed over his broad chest, the seams in his leather jacket threatening to split if he even so much as thought about flexing. It was clear that his father's intention was to scope out the students that he would now be undertaking for the year, but both Logan and Deon knew better - he was waiting for him.

Deon could sense his father the second he drove up on campus. It was likely that Logan could sense the same. The two didn't exactly have the best relationship in the world, as Deon had tried to kill Logan a handful of times in a deal he made with William Stryker. But ever since the treaty, Deon had to hold back his bubbling anger for the man responsible for his mother's death. Accident or not, his father had left him twice, robbed him of a mother, and needed to die. What better way to keep an eye on him, though, than his own school?

The two said absolutely nothing to each other as Deon passed Logan by, but the boy couldn't help but to give his father a quick wink and a sly smile, making it absolutely clear to Logan that perhaps the hatchet hadn't truly been buried (figuratively).

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Plasmids
Rhett - Light Blue and Silver
Vivek - Orange and Rainbow
Cyrus - White and Teal

this is a super secret!

Rhett Beckett

"Success is achieved and maintained by those who try and keep trying."

_{General Information}

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Name:

Rhett Beckett.

Nick-Names:

Beck.

Gender:

Male.

Age:

Thirty-Six Years Old.

Birthday:

10th of October.

Distinguishing Features:

A rather ruggedly handsome man, Rhett stands at only five feet, nine inches, but makes up for it in his 195 pounds of toned muscle. His black hair is usually a mess when it has gone unshaven on the sides and the man is never seen without some form of facial hair. He also sports a crescent-shaped scar around the corner of his left eye - it's origins unknown.

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_{Relationship Information}

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Relationship Status:

In a relationship.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual / Straight.

Partner:

Nadia Reyes.

Father:

Thanasis Beckett (Deceased).

Mother:

Agathe Beckett (Living in Greece).

Siblings:

None.

Pets:

Rhett owns a beautiful, young rottweiler he has named Boris; a companion he has chosen for comfort and to always be by his side when he realized children were not an option.

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_{Personal Information}

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Personality:

♦ Fun Loving ♦ Incredibly Protective ♦ Compassionate ♦ Sociable ♦ Patient ♦ Insightful ♦ Iron-Willed ♦

Rhett grew up knowing what it was to need things. His parents struggled to keep them afloat financially while still trying to provide the best life possible for him. Watching that struggle for a great many years, it humbled Rhett's heart to be grateful for what he had, but also to not be afraid to strive for more. Though always seen with a rather goofy smile on his face, deep down, Rhett is a rather insightful individual that tends to think on moments in his past as he no longer has to fear for his future.

His fierce determination at giving himself and his family a better life pushed Rhett to the limits while he was in school. He even worked a few jobs outside of school to save up money to attend college where he knew he wanted to help people. Even when it became tough, his iron-will pushed him through his own limits, resulting in the man graduating top of his class and having the means to move to America where he could get the best college education as a doctor.

He has a fiance that he would lasso the moon for, if she asked. He keeps her under careful surveillance though knows that she is a woman more than capable of protecting herself. He has become fiercely protective of her as the years have moved on; their bond unmatched by anyone he has ever met within a relationship. The two of them have undergone many struggles in their life and continue to do so, however it is Rhett's belief their struggles are what have made them stronger together.

His years as a successful doctor keep him a patient, resilient man, always ready for the next task at saving a life. Though not always successful, Rhett is the kind of guy that will go over and beyond any regular doctor when it comes to sharing the bad news with the family. He is courageously compassionate and loves with his whole heart and with a fiery passion.

Quite sociable at work, Rhett is that one doctor that his coworkers are always inviting to parties and special events. Though he chooses these outings carefully, as his fiance is always his first priority. Though when amongst friends, his infectious smile and almost boyish attitude make everyone feel comfortable in his presence.

Likes:

✔ His fiance.
✔ Animals of almost all kinds, especially lions.
✔ Living life without financial worry.
✔ A cold beer.
✔ Thunderstorms.
✔ Sports.
✔ The color orange.
✔ Horror movies.

Dislikes:

✘ Female "time of the month" hormones.
✘ Fighting with his fiance.
✘ Having to be the bad guy.
✘ The thought of not being able to have children.
✘ Self-centered attitudes.
✘ Having absolutely no control over a situation.
✘ Sleepless nights.

Biography:

Rhett was born the only child to his parents, Thanasis and Agathe. Though they wanted more children, financially there were unable to as Rhett grew up in near poverty. He watched his parents struggle for years to keep them financially afloat for his behalf so that he could learn and go to school. So he made a decision at a very young age to be so successful, he and his family would never have to worry about money ever again.

He got himself a few jobs while in high school, saving up what he could to get his foot in the door of a college in America he had his eyes set on for a few years. He graduated top of his class, and after giving his parents what money he could spare, he left Greece to brave America where he knew his dreams could come true. He spent a good number of years studying on becoming a doctor, knowing that not only could he help people, but he could get paid very well for it as well. While in college, he met a woman who became the love of his life and his current fiance.

Rhett and Nadia took things slow, wanting to enjoy every bit of their relationship as they could. It didn't take long before Rhett graduated from college and landed a job at the local hospital. As he grew as a doctor, his skills improved so much that he was able to have his choice in whatever hospital he wanted. After doing some extensive research, he decided to move himself and his girlfriend to Portland, Oregon where he could continue his practice at OHSU. The two of them spent a great number of years there, but the two of them were faced with many trials, including the startling fact that it didn't seem as though Nadia could become pregnant.

The drama in the medical building began to grow and while the money was good, it was hardly enough to get them by between their combined bills. The added amounts of stress and constant fights sped up his graying process a bit, especially since Nadia couldn't rightly open up the business she wanted there, and Rhett came to the executive decision that he no longer wanted any part of Portland. So shortly after, he transferred to a small town in Oregon called Klamath Falls where he could continue to excel in his profession where the drama was so much less and Nadia could begin her dream of opening up a pizzeria and brew house.

He has been living in Klamath Falls ever since. Still a bit new to the area, having only lived there for a few years, his reputation as one of the best doctors Sky Lakes Medical Center has ever seen is starting to spread. Now that his future is secured, Rhett was finally able to propose which was accepted immediately. But like most of their relationship, they decided to take it slow - you can't rush a perfect wedding, after all, and with Nadia's massive family, the perfect wedding would take years to plan.

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Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Silver.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Light Blue.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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_{Detailed Relationship Information}

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Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

Vivek - WIP
Cyrus - WIP

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I IZ HURR!

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

Kallian Queen

-Daughter of The Green Arrow and Cheshire-

Featuring - Oliver Queen

-The Green Arrow-

Interacting with: Each other, Evelina Lance-Vince (@Caits).

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Out of the frying pan and into the fire. It was just trading one prison for another. Six months with no cel phone, no internet, no shopping or friends… Kallian was pretty sure she was about to go crazy. But no… rehab was all about developing; about fixing things within yourself, detoxing and becoming a better person.

Pfft. She was already a better person. A much better person than she was just a few years ago when she was nothing more than a big, doe-eyed daddy’s girl who did as she was told. God she was naive. Her father blamed High School. Kallian blamed the lifestyle she was born into. More specifically… she blamed the paparazzi. They wanted a bad girl, so she gave them one, much to her father’s chagrin.

But hey… he wasn’t really one to talk. He had kept a secret from her as well. He was the mother-freaking Green Arrow! Defender of Star City! A city she lived her entire life… and never knew it’s deepest secret despite living with the green-clad hero himself. When had her life become so… flipped? She had a lot of time to think about it (what was she supposed to do in her down-time? Knit? Socialize with drug addicts? Please...), and she still couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment everything seemed to change.

All she knew was that when her father picked her up from rehab in one of his fancy-schmancy limos (now who was attracting unwanted attention?), Oliver didn’t even waste a breath on her time in rehab or the conditions that brought him to put her there in the first place, and instead directed his focus to telling her about the Academy.

"I think it will be good for you.”

"Mhhm…” Kallian, resting her chin on her hand while her arm rested on the leather armrest, made a point to stare out of the window as the scenery passed them by to God only knew where, making a point to keep from looking at her father where he sat across the way.

"There will be plenty to do for you to keep you occupied. It will be just like school. You’ll have classes, friends, homework…” He paused, watching his daughter who had been gone from him six entire months… and she didn’t even so much as smile at him when he came to pick her up. He sighed, kneading his suited knee with his fingertips and tapping the toe of his dress shoe on the limo floor. "They’ll teach you how to fight.”

Kallian hesitated before turning her head to look over at her father. He had that look again. He was nervous… unsure… scared, even… which meant that he was telling the truth.

"So what’s changed, then? That’s what I wanted in the first place, remember? I wanted you to teach me!” Kallian snapped.

"I know. And I wasn’t ready. I’m still not. But there’s a handful of teachers there that will. They are specialized in this sort of thing. And this treaty… it will keep you safe. So just keep an open mind, and you call me if you ever feel uncomfortable about something, okay?”

Kallian was ready to snap a comment about how he had taken her phone away before dumping her off at rehab before Oliver held up a hand, signaling for her to wait while his opposite hand reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a phone.

Phone wasn’t even the right word to describe it. It was a fossil. Did they even make phones like that anymore?

"I know it’s not your phone-”

"Dad that thing is ancient!” Kallian reached over and snatched it out of his hand, flipping open the… lid, was it? Her eyes scanned the ancient piece of technology before locating the power button and turned it on. Razor? Whatever. It was a phone.

"You can have your old phone back when you can prove to me that you can handle it. But for now… no internet access, no texting, no messaging, no pictures or phone calls in or out unless it’s my number. I’ve had Felicity block those features so I can make sure-”

"I just texted Eve. Do you think she’ll be at this school? I mean… her mom being the Black Canary, and all?” Kallian asked, innocently. Oliver gave her a questioning look. There was no way that she could have…

"Hangouts. It comes installed on almost every phone, ever. And it was just disabled through the application settings. All I had to do was turn it on and search Eve’s name... Just saying.”

Oliver sighed and reached forward, taking the phone back despite Kallian’s protests before she eventually gave up.

"Piece of junk, anyway. Doesn’t have emojis.” She sunk back in her seat and folded her thin arms over her chest.

"Kallie… I’m being serious. No funny stuff, do you hear me? I need to be able to trust you again. I can’t keep an eye on you all the time. I have a city to run.”

"Yeah… cuz that’s sooooo much more important to you…” Kallian spat, snorting her distaste on the subject - a conversation the two of them had all too often.

Oliver opened his mouth to retort, but the limo slowed and Kallian could see that they had arrived. She quickly threw open the door and hopped out.

"Kallian…” Oliver followed suit, coming around the other side of the limo just as she turned around to face him, albeit already a few feet away. ”Don’t give me a reason…” he warned before he tossed her back the phone. Kallian caught it and gave it a quick look over. It seemed that he had played with the software a bit… but she would figure that out later.

She couldn’t help it. The half smile that had been building since she had initially seen her father for the first time in six months finally broke the surface. She looked up from her phone, let the smile take over, and rushed over to her father before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug and rested the side of her head against his sternum.

"I love you, daddy.”

Oliver returned her affection, stooping his neck low enough to nuzzle the top of her head with his cheek.

"I love you too, my little spitfire.”

Pulling away before either one of them had a moment to start getting emotional, she gave her father one last look before she turned to head towards the school, castle thing.

"What about your things?” Oliver called after her.

"Just send it up!”

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

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Alan Southern and Adeline Wilson

Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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“..h-huh..?”

Her attention drawn by the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Adeline stood frozen in place, her soft pink lips parting, her bright blues full of surprise as she stared blankly over towards the direction she could hear it coming from. S-Someone wanted to talk to her..? No… more than that... A boy wanted to talk to her..? Was she dreaming..? No… if that were the case, she would be able to see who it was; even if it was just her subconscious making it up on her.

The sound of what she believed was gunshots, and then a crash filling the air from behind her, she flinched; the quick and tight strain against the leash causing her to stumble as she did everything she could to keep a hold over it. Was… was everything okay..? No one been hurt, right..? Hesitating, until she felt the pull of the leash let up, Adeline eventually and visibly relaxed, a gentle sigh falling from her lips before she broke a single hand from the leash; her touch almost feather light as she ran the tips of her fingers over her forehead, using them to brush some of her long and wavy bubblegum pink locks back, neatly tucking them behind her ear as finally, she responded, her voice barely audible and clearly nervous as she spoke, answering his question.

“..Ce-... Ce-Jay…” Shifting slightly over the spot, she brought her hand back down to the lead, her cheeks taking on a soft tinge of red as she put herself out there, putting herself way out of her comfort zone, “..h-his name is Ce-Jay…”

“Ce-Jay.” Alan repeated,, keeping his eyes on the dog as he continued to rub his ears.

The lab’s ears perked at hearing his name, his head turning to look back at his owner, though the added stimulation of Alan’s attention had his tongue lolling to the side.

“Such a good boy - God I love dogs - then again I’ve never actually owned one. I bet they’re a lot of work. I think the fireworks might have spooked him a bit, but he seems to be doing alright.” Running his hands over the dog he rubbed Ce-Jay’s head a few more times before looking up at the owner and giving her a sheepish smile. It hadn’t occurred to him until just then that what he had done might of come across as rude. They didn’t exactly teach things like proper etiquette in the circus.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed out a laugh and stood himself back up, extending a hand out for her to shake. “I lose myself sometimes around animals. My name is Alan.”

“..Alan…” Repeating the name softly, a small though shy smile playing over her lips, Adeline let her mind focus on that little bit of information for a moment before she continued, this time reacting to what he had said as she shook her head, the action causing her long hair to fly back and forth behind her, the young woman trying her best to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong. At least… he hadn’t done anything wrong in her eyes…

“..o-oh; no, please… it’s okay… you-... you have nothing to be sorry about…” Not really sure why he was apologizing in the first place, though having deemed it necessary, she lifted her hand up, brushing it off before introducing herself, her hand returning back to the lead, “..m-my name is Adeline Wilson… it’s-... it’s very nice to meet you, Alan…”

Wilson? Alan stood up a bit straighter. He knew that last name… he just couldn’t think of why. Smile faltering for just a moment, Alan looked down at his hand, gone untouched by the young girl. He slowly dropped it down back to his side and stuffed it in his pants, his shoulders slouching a bit. It wasn’t until he really began to feel foolish did he look at her; actually look at her. The bubblegum pink hair was obvious - he saw that straight away. But now he was able to see the way her cheeks rounded out, the way her soft pink lips seemed to naturally pout, the dull, glossed-over daze in her eyes.

Oh…

She was blind. Now it all started to make sense - why she didn’t think he needed to apologize for petting her dog, or why she hadn’t shook his hand. She didn’t see any of it.

Alan chanced a look around. Was there anyone here with her, helping her? He looked down at Ce-Jay, who found his privates to be more entertaining than waiting for more pats on the head. There was no way that someone just dropped her off here with a - no… he wouldn’t even call it a seeing eye dog.

“So… are you waiting for anyone here? Could… could I help you to the school?” It was a strange situation. He had only just met the girl and he was already feeling a slight amount of responsibility on his shoulders - or was it protectiveness? He wasn’t entirely sure. He just knew his inner conscious would never allow him to just leave her there, unattended.

He-... He wanted to help..?

Could he help..? Biting down softly upon her lips, the surprise that had been lingering over her features disappearing as she turned her head down, Adeline stared unseeingly at her hands, her fingers picking at the leash held within them. She still wasn’t sure what she wanted… whether she was going to stay and actually go to the academy, or if she wanted to turn around and run… to go back home where her parents were waiting if she changed her mind- where they would welcome her back with open arms…

“..I-I, uh… n-no…” Head shaking, her hold over the leash tightening, she shifted slightly over the spot in which she stood, her stomach once more twisting with nerves; the feeling seeming to worsen with each moment her mind lingered on the thought of what to do, “..n-no one is coming for me… my parents couldn’t make it, and-... and I d-don’t know if I can do this… I-... I-I think I just want to go home…”

Alan’s head tilted slightly, blue eyes looking the young woman over once more. She was clearly feeling uncomfortable, perhaps even unsafe. His heart went out to her. He didn’t even have to change his vision to know that she would have changed from a blue hue to white. He still wasn’t entirely sure what white meant, but usually it meant that he needed to do something for them, that either he needed them or they needed him.

“Is this your first time away from home?”

Was it that obvious..? She supposed it must have been. Keeping her head lowered, her eyes lingering in the direction of her hands, Adeline hesitated in answering. She was all alone… this had never happened before… It was her first time away from her parents- her first time out of San Francisco… They couldn’t be there for her, and while she understood that, she missed them… so, so much already…

Her shoulders curling over, back hitting lightly against the gate behind her, she nodded her head slowly, her voice soft as she spoke, “..y-yes…”

"Hey... no worries. I remember the first time I left home - not all that long ago, either." Alan smiled, not able to help but reminisce his first day at Xavier's school. But more than that… part of him thought he remembered the day his mother dropped him off with the Carnies. "It's a big deal, and everyone reacts differently. I think the Academy is probably the best thing for people like us, now that Xavier's school is no more and the other schools are struggling. A lot of powerful people are putting their time and effort into this place and I'm willing to give it a chance. But if you want... if you really want... I can take you and Ce-Jay back home..." Really quickly, too!

Pausing, realizing just how weird that might have sounded, Alan let out a small laugh and ruffled his fingers through his hair. "I... uh... I fly..." It felt so weird to explain; to so freely be able to tell someone what he could do. Someone, he felt, that wouldn't judge him for it. A year ago he wouldn't have been able to tell her anything about himself. He really owed Xavier a lot.

“..I-I walk through dreams…”

She had always been taught never to speak about her abilities… about what she could do to anyone who asked; but… but this was different, right..? Alan wasn’t some regular person, he was special, like she was; maybe not exactly like her, but they both had powers. Both her parents had always told her that what she could do had to be kept a secret… that in order to be safe, she couldn’t tell anyone… but he had told her what he could do; and it wasn’t like this was a normal school… it-... it was meant to be safe here...

"That's... actually really cool!" Alan tried to think on it. It didn't make a whole lot of sense, but really, neither did his color-coded vision. Neither did any ability, really. "How does it work, exactly? Like, you can control your own dreams all the time?"

“..y-yes…” Nodding softly, confirming his thoughts, Adeline took a moment, allowing her mind to focus on her ability and what it was she was actually able to do. It was… hard to explain; not that she had ever truly had to do so in the past… While he was correct in assuming she could control her own dreams, it wasn’t nearly as simple as just that… at least… her father didn’t seem to believe that it was as simple as that, anyway…

“..but-... but I can also control other people’s dreams… not just my own…” Pausing, her gentle features scrunching up slightly, she tried to think of the best way to try and explain it to him without much confusion, “..I, uh… I can walk through them… and talk to people… I can see them… change them… I can help people by giving them really nice dreams, and-... and sometimes I can give them really bad nightmares too…”

"Wow." Alan nodded his approval, though stopped the second he remembered that she wouldn't be able to see it. This was going to take some getting used to.

"So you can, see dreams? Yours and other peoples?" He didn't want to come across sounding insensitive, but his burning curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't imagine - being able to experience all the fantastical things and sights in dreams only to have it taken away in the real world. But then her latter words processed in his mind. She could give people nightmares, too. Her? She seemed too timid and sweet to do something like that - to anyone. Even an older brother that might have picked on her all the time. Well… if she had an older brother...

It was strange… even she knew that. Her own parents couldn’t even really understand what it was she could do; not that they hadn’t tried, and ultimately, it was the fact that the very details of her powers eluded them that had possessed them into allowing her to attend the academy in the first place.

“..i-it doesn’t really make sense… I know, I-...” Frowning, her features seeming to grow more troubled the more she thought on it, Adeline twisted the leash slightly between her hands as she continued, “..I-I’ve never been able to see, but… but when I go into that world, I can… I’m not sure how it works… or why it happened this way, but I-... I guess I’m just used to it…”

"Hey... I've seen and been around a lot of things that don't make sense." Alan told her with a smile. "Sometimes you can figure it out, but most of the time it just stays that way. And you know what? That's okay with me. If everything made sense, well... that would just make for a whole lot of boring, dontcha think?"

“..I-I guess…”

Her voice trailing off, still unsure about a lot of things, Adeline thought over his words. He was right. If they knew everything, then what was the fun in life..? Nothing would ever be special… Shifting over the spot, Adeline turned her head, her unseeing gaze turning over to where she could hear the voices of others; the fear and uncertainty she had been holding back once more crossing over her delicate features as her mind was once again drawn back to the reason they were all there in the first place.

The school… more specifically, the first day at school. She still hadn’t made the decision of whether she was going to be staying, or if she was going to leave and go home. Bringing her head back around, letting it drop as her shoulders curling over, she shut her beautiful cloudy blue eyes tightly; the young girl seeming to try and make herself as small as possible as her nerves once more began to overwhelm her.

Alan seemed to pick up on her hesitation - it hadn’t exactly eased up any since he first found her standing there, unsure of what to do.

“If you need some time, that’s alright. It doesn’t look as though anyone has been let into the school yet. I can sit here with you for a bit if you want…”

Lifting her head, her gaze lingering in the direction she could hear his voice coming from, Adeline stared blankly for a few moments, surprise mixing with the fear and nerves she already felt. Alan had been so caring… so encouraging… He didn’t even know her, and yet he was right there; willing to help, and to sit with her until she was calm enough and ready to make her choice. It-... It was like, for the first time in her life, she had a friend… one that her parents hadn’t chosen out for her…

If she could do that, then maybe… maybe she could do this too...

“..n-no…” Fighting her hesitation, a single hand breaking from the leash, she bit down softly upon her lower lip, chewing on it a moment before she reached out towards him, trying to keep her nerves under control as she sought for his hand, “..I-... I think I might be ready…”

Unable to help the wide grin that spread across his face, Alan wanted so badly to exclaim his happiness at her decision at the top of his lungs, though thought better of it when thinking on what a random shout might do to her. He didn’t know why he was so excited - he barely knew the girl. Perhaps it was simply that she wasn’t giving up, and that in itself gave cause to any sort of celebration.

Reaching his own hand out, Alan took hers (albeit loosely) and made sure Ce-Jay’s leash wasn’t going to get them tangled.

“Alright! Well then we better get going!”

It had been her idea; though it didn’t stop the gentle blush that chose to creep out over her cheeks as she felt the warmth of his hand resting in her own. It felt… nice… calming- it felt natural… Hesitating, allowing herself to wander over the thoughts that seemed to tug at her mind in the moment, Adeline took a single step closer, their sides brushing lightly against one another as she nodded, her features shy… nervous as she made to entwine her fingers in his own, “..okay… l-let’s go..!”

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

Jayla Blaze

-Daughter of the Ghost Rider-

Interacting with: Ky' vie Jones @Vicier

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Making her way down the path that would ultimately lead her to the school, Jayla couldn't help but to stop every so often and look over her shoulder. Surely her father would have had his motorcycle unhooked by now. It would be safe to return to her car, throw her luggage and the cage back into the car and just take off. But where would she go? There wasn't anywhere she could go that he couldn't find her - her father and Mephisto.

It was tempting. Her fingers were itching to take the keys she had placed into her pocket. But each time she kept turning back around and heading to the school. Why? Why should she stay here? Just to make her father happy? Was that really enough of a reason? It shouldn't have been, and yet, she was getting closer to the school.

No. No she knew what she had been chosen for. Mephisto came to her. Mephisto made her sign the contract, binding her to him for life. She knew her father couldn't do this without him. She may not have been the best Ghost Rider in history - hell she didn't even know how to control turning into the Ghost Rider - but at least she could do something. She cared about her mother just as much as her father did. How dare he take matters into his own hands when the devil himself demanded it otherwise!?

That's it! Balling her hands into fists, Jayla shook her head and planted her feet firmly. No, she wouldn't run away - she would go and find her father and force him to see things her way... somehow.

She turned her body, fully intending (now) to return to her car and return home. But as she turned, a glimpse of red caught her attention. Hesitating, Jayla turned her neck, having to do a double take of what she thought might have stolen her attention.

It couldn't be... here?

Jayla shook her head, closed her eyes and opened them up again.

It was no trick of the mind. Standing not twenty feet away from her, struggling with her luggage, was the one woman she hadn't expected to see again in an entire lifetime.

"Ky?" Setting down her suitcases and the covered bat cage, she crossed the next ten feet towards her. It was definitely her - the girl she had street-raced with in Australia when she and her father had a job there that ended up lasting a few months. Ky' vie was a legend on the roads - they ended up competing almost every night Jayla was there unless her "other self" ended up getting in the way. They even went out afterwards, celebrating either of their victories with drinks, dancing and a good time (much to her father's disapproval). They had built a pretty steady friendship during her short time there - if it hadn't been for Ky' vie, Jayla might have ended up in jail a handful more times than she already had. And then there was that one time they were in there together...

"No fucking way. Really?" A faint smile spread across her lips. "What in the hell are you doing her- WOA-" Just as she was about to reach her, Jayla took a full step backwards, recoiled by the sight of the sleeping child held fast in her arms. "They giving out kids instead of pink slips now? Who's this one belong to? He's a bit small to race..."

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

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Crispin Lincoln

^{Interacting With: No one.}

-Son of Killer Frost and Mr. Freeze-

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Hefting the weight of his backpack to his opposite shoulder, Crispin took in a deep breath and began the short walk to the one place he knew could help to change his life. The academy was supposed to be where people with abilities and talents of all kinds could live together and learn more about themselves. A school. But more than that, a safe haven from the abuse he had endured for the duration of his life. It was finally his escape.

The bus ride there had been... difficult, to say the least. It was his first time interacting with people outside of the prison that was the Penguin's home; the Iceberg Lounge, more specifically. When he had decided to run away, Crispin literally grabbed what clothing he could see laying on his bed, stuffed it into an old, plastic bag, and took off. He didn't even stop to think about the "normal" people he would be encountering in the outside world. Crispin hadn’t met very “normal” people. And he didn't stop to think that in his heightened emotional state, what his powers could do to these “normal” people. It was possible he had simply chosen to block the thought from his mind. He had been traumatized by his own actions. Actions he wanted to forget...

The bus driver had asked him for his money, and Crispin just stood there, blinking his bright blue eyes.. Money he knew - he used it every day working at the Iceberg Lounge. But he never actually needed it for himself. Another thing he had been incredibly unprepared for. The man waiting behind him began to yell and a baby started to cry somewhere nearby. He literally froze - his powers manifesting so quick that he hadn't even realized a protective layer of ice had encased his entire flesh, forcing his clothes to stretch and even rip in a few places. It was when he became aware that things really started to get bad. He panicked. The entire bus began to drop in temperature, and by the time everyone on the bus had realized that something was terribly wrong, it was too late.

Crispin stared on as the entire bus and the occupants inside and immediately outside became a sculpture of ice. The only thing he could do then was to chisel away some of the riders’ personal belongings (such as a backpack and a few purses) and leave before he hurt anyone else. He wasn't sure if he had killed them, or not - he just hoped that the sooner he left, perhaps the quicker the ice would melt, saving them. And now he had some money. So after running a good few blocks (leaving a trail of ice behind him), Crispin took down an alley where he could calm down, get his powers back under control, and tried the next bus.

The trip took a few days, the boy having to change buses four different times before he managed to get to the location he had heard so much about. He kept to himself the entire time, only exchanging words with a woman at a clothing store when he asked for help finding something in his size. It had been the last of the money from the purses (which he had dumped long ago). Everything after that point had to be stolen..

But it was all worth it in the end - he was finally here. He had been standing outside the gate for the better part of three hours, knees trembling and heart racing as the realization of what he had just done began to sink into his mind. No doubt his mother would come looking for him. He just hoped that in this school of heroes and villains, someone would be stronger than her, and hoped to God that they were on his side. And if he was really lucky… she wouldn’t bring the Penguin.

The closer to the school he got, the more populated it seemed to grow. There were so many students of various races, genders, heights, sizes and ages he didn't even know where to begin with his people watching. He could feel the heat around him being absorbed - a trait he simply could not help. He hadn't noticed it in the Iceberg Lounge simply because the Penguin usually kept it at subzero temperatures anyway, but now that he had been on the "outside" for a few days where the sun could shine down on his pale skin, it was something he couldn't help but to notice. He couldn't make contact - even just a bump would make anyone with heat in their bodies feel the sting of cold, so he stuck to the outskirts as much as he possibly could, maneuvering away from people as they came and went around him. Memories of what he had done began to come back to him, making the boy even more careful as to not touch anyone, which he realized would become quite the task in the sea of people starting to form.

Maybe he just needed to sit down. Yes… if he wasn’t moving, then he couldn’t touch anyone. All he would have to worry about was people touching him. So Crispin wandered off a small ways and took up a bench to sit down on, despite having grown rather tired of sitting. He sat his belongings down next to him on the bench, as to occupy the empty seat, and looked around observing all the people as the bustled around.

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

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Alan Southern

-Son of Archangel-

^{Interacting With: Adeline Wilson @Vicier.}

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Ah, the wind in his face, ruffling up his already mop of messy hair. Was there ever a better feeling than flying through the air? The sky was such an open space that made all of life’s little problems seem to melt away. It was where he went to escape, most times - the only place he knew for sure that he could be alone.

Alan flexed his wings, bringing them closer towards his body practically cradling the backpack he had nestled between them, and tilted himself downwards in a sharp drop. The air licked at the bare skin of his chest as he gained speed, his wide eyes watching as the Earth came closer and closer until finally he pulled up and let the g-forces take over, shooting him back up into the sky.

He let out a loud whoop of joy, the gravity finally kicking in and making him hover in the air for a dead second before opening up his wings and simply riding the air current he created. He twisted his body, circling in a horizontal cyclone style three or four different times before pulling out of that, diving down once more and pulling back up again.

The smile couldn’t be wiped from his face. He felt so free when he flew, so far from the people he knew were staring and judging him. He should have been used to the looks by now - having lived most of his life at a circus - but the last year or so at Xavier’s school for the gifted gave him just enough confidence to start flying without fear of judgement again.

But his time as an X-man had come to an end, and a new chapter was opening up in his life. The Academy - organized by Bruce Wayne himself! It was an honor to be asked to become a part of it, and he was excited.

Not twenty minutes later, Alan could see the structure of the Academy cutting into the clear skyline. Tilting his wings to create a bit more resistance, Alan slowed down his speed and began a gentle descent. The closer he got, the more he began to see - students mostly, but the occasional animal or vehicle as well.

With the grin still on his face, Alan finally managed to touch down at the start of what he figured was a driveway that led to the school. He didn’t want to cause any kind of “grand entrance.” Though he had been a performer for a good chunk of his life, when it came to his mutation, he didn’t particularly like it when people were looking at him. He had only grown used to it. There was a difference.

The large, golden wings folded back into his body, seeming to melt into the skin where they would remain hidden until he called upon them again. Like practiced clockwork, his hand reached for his belt where a shirt was tied and unknotted it, removing the backpack with one hand and throwing the gray t-shirt over his head to cover his bare chest with the other. He positioned the backpack of his belongings back onto his back and shifted the weight.

There were so many people ahead! Though none seemed to notice him dropping down far behind him. Curiosity got the better of him, and with a bit of concentration, his vision began to blur and then changed into a variety of colors.

Most everyone within his vision were radiating a soft blue color - understandable, no one had given him a reason for him to not trust them yet. Really, they were just a bunch of other kids just as excited to be there as he was.

Walking along the path set out before him, reverting his vision back to normal, Alan came up behind a young woman with striking pink hair. She seemed to just be standing there, unsure of what it was that she was supposed to do. A rather young looking yellow lab was circling around her, seeming to be more concerned about licking his privates than paying attention to her. But as soon as the canine became aware of his presence, the pup began to bark happily and strained against his leash to get to him.

”Cute dog.” Alan complemented, closing the distance between himself and the pup. He squatted himself down and started petting him, making sure to scratch him behind the ears. ”What’s his name?”

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

Jayla Blaze

-Daughter of the Ghost Rider-

Featuring - Johnny Blaze

-The Ghost Rider-

Interacting with: Each other

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"Jay Jay, please say something. I can hear your silence over the radio and it's making me uneasy!"

Shifting in her seat on the passenger side of her own car, Jayla tucked the toe of her boot behind the heel of the opposite one, twisting her torso as to give her father her back even further, really making an effort to look out the window as the scenery passed them by.

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"Jayla... Please..."

The softer tone her father was taking with her nearly broke her heart. Despite everything the two of them had been through over the last few years, despite the fact that he had kept his identity as The Ghost Rider secret from her, only to get caught up in the thick of it all and forever changing her life as she became the second Ghost Rider, despite her wanting to spend more time with him only to get shot down because he wanted her safe, despite him having to post bail on her a handful of times for the trouble she managed to land herself in with school and illegal street racing, despite her mother being kidnapped (and possibly killed) by the Devil himself... despite everything... she still loved him. And she would always love him. She couldn't just keep ignoring him the way she had been once he had decided for her that taking her to the academy was the best thing for her. Not because he couldn't teach her about her powers himself. Not because he felt like she needed a better education. But because he felt it was the safest place for her to be.

"There's nothing to say, dad. I'm getting dropped off at the babysitters, I'm to be a good kid, and I'll see you again soon. And then maybe we could go out for ice cream."

The dry sarcasm in her voice did not go unnoticed by her father, who gave her a sideways glance before sighing. She got that from him. Most everything about her, actually, came from him, except maybe her nose. She had her mother's nose. His gut clenched at her memory. For months, now, she had been gone. Not a word from the bastard that took her and only a thin line of hope that he might return her unscathed once the job was finished.

"...you know I'm doing this for you. I can't have you out there right now. It's too risky."

"Dad! I'm cursed, same as you. I can't get hurt! This fucki-"

"Jayla! That's enough!" Her father's stern voice cut through her like wet tissue, and Jayla relaxed her tensing body back down into her leather seat, now looking forward but slouched and with her arms crossed over her chest.

"While yes, I want you safe, this is beyond that. I need your mother to remain safe, too. I can't-"

"-You can't have me fucking things up." There was a silence between the two of them. They had, had this argument plenty of times before. He thought her incapable of doing anything right. He thought her too inexperienced, too unpredictable. She was nothing but a liability and he didn't trust her - not when it came to her mother.

"I've been dealing with Mephisto for many years now-" There was a squeak from a covered cage in the back seat.

"Shut up! He wasn't talking about you!"

"-he's capable of so much. Jay Jay, I don't know what he's going to do to your mother, if he hasn't already. And I don't want to even think about it. Just trust me that I'll do this the right way and bring her back to us. After this is all over, I'll help you out, okay? But let me just do this..."

"He chose me for a reason, dad! He wants me to help you get this guy! He didn't just-"

"-he chose wrong." His words stung, and Jayla was vaguely aware of tears that were starting to prick at the corners of her eyes. As much as she hated being cursed into the Ghost Rider job, she hated not being amount to anything in her father's eyes even more.

"...he chose wrong... at this current time..." Johnny then reiterated, after realizing that he had misspoken.

"...we're here..." Jayla had no problems in changing the subject. She wasn't going to have this argument with him. Not again. She couldn't take it.

The two drove in silence as they approached the campus, the only sound being the static of the radio signal lost long ago and the occasional bump Johnny's motorcycle wheels would sound when hitting a rock or some other small debris. It was the easiest way to travel - both head up to the academy in Jayla's car with Johnny's bike being towed from behind in a small trailer, and then Johnny take the bike back, leaving Jayla her car. He had his hesitations about leaving her car to begin with, not certain if she wouldn't just take off the moment he did... he just hoped that by doing so, he was showing her that he did trust her.

The moment they were parked, Jayla got out rather hastily and slammed the door shut. Her fingers dug into her back pocket where a bent (and obviously used) packet of cigarettes resided. Pulling them out, she was quick to procure a cancer stick and perch it between her lips, lighting it with just a finger and took in the heavy smoke.

Johnny, after ensuring that the car was properly parked and off, began the process of unloading the backseat of Jayla's things and setting them to the side - a few suitcases and the covered cage where Jayla's bat had settled himself back down to sleep.

"...Do you want me to walk you in?"

"No. I've got it." she replied quickly, but made no urgent move to get going.

Sighing, and running his hand through his hair, Johnny went through the same habit of reaching to his back pocket, pulling out a cigarette, and lighting it with the tip of his finger. Although they were on opposite sides of the car and couldn't properly see one another, they both took in a drag, blew it out, and sighed.

Keeping the cigarette between his practiced lips, Johnny, after a few moments, picked up her things and carried them over to her side of the car, setting them by her feet.

"I'll be in touch as much as I can. But I need you to at least give this place a try. What- what is this? How do you plan to make a good impression like that?" With hands free, Johnny plucked the cigarette from his daughter's mouth and tossed it aside. Jayla's eyes, in that precise moment, made their Penance Stare look like a fucking joke.

"I love you, Jay Jay. This will all be over soon." He brushed away the dark hair covering one side of his daughters face and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. Jayla felt almost forced to wrap her arms around her father in a tight hug, pressing the side of her face into his chest. He was being such an ass lately, but she couldn't deny that she loved him too. But she wasn't about to say it. She was still angry...

Pulling herself away after a few moments, she wiped her sleeve across her face, collecting any stray liquid that might have escaped and snatched her keys from her father's grasp.

"Yeah... whatever." Grabbing her things, stacking the smaller suitcase on the larger one and holding the cage in the other hand, Jayla headed towards the school where she would be spending quite a bit of time, it seemed. She almost forgot to even notice that there were so many others all around her - each with their own story as to how and why they were there. She didn't know any of these people - their parents, perhaps, but only in story. And she... she was perhaps the same to them. Did anyone even know that Ghost Rider had a kid? Hell... she didn't even know herself until just recently.

God she missed living out in the country...