Academy for the Uniques [Inactive]

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Academy for the Uniques - Don't fit in with the others? Too special? Too different?...Don't feel alone, you just belong here..


Academy for the Uniques


For the Outstanding, Different, or Special Ones





You walk on the street with all the other people, but you know you are different. You know you are not like the others.





Maybe you are so skilled at some magic or talents that people regard you differently. They respect you or look at you like you're from another world. Maybe you're...

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Ding, Ding....





With the ringing of the bell, it marked the beginning of a new semester.


The dorm room door slowly cracked open as a blond girl stepped quietly out of her room, who seemed to have already slept quite late, but was too lazy to bother to check the time to see if she had already been late or even missed a class already. At the ringing of the bell, she frowned, turning her attention to the far window located at the end of the hallway, where the bright sunshine shone in, and she squinted her eyes at the light, before letting out a sigh and turned away.


Beginning to take her time walking down the long hallways, increasing numbers of students appeared within her sight. She wondered if she missed the orientation already, but decided not to care about it.


She studied the students that she saw, observing while taking her time walking past them.


They all had something special about them to be enrolled into this academy.


Knowing that she herself was one of them, the girl ran a finger through her hair, getting ready for the new different types of people she would meet at the start of the semester.


Her name was Nina Fire, the white wolf girl.
 
Reina maneuvered herself through the crowds of students as she looked for her dorm. 258 with a girl name Nina Fire.


Reina couldn't care less that the clamor of students avoided the area around dorm 258, she just wanted to get unpacked and downstairs before orientation began.


She opened the door hesitantly as she stepped inside. "Hello, anyone home?" She smiled as she was greeted with silence. 'Roomie must have stepped out' She thought to herself as she began putting her things away.


Once Reina had finished she put on a fedora and walked back out.


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Felix ran his fingers through his curls absent-mindedly, staring down at the schedule he had already memorized. According to the tiny black print, orientation was in little less than in half-hour. The halls were already crowded with students who all seemed to be headed in the same general direction, so Felix shoved the crumpled paper back into his pocket and followed along the stream of traffic.


It was weird thinking that every single one of these people were here because they were just as... special as he was. Special not really being the word he had for what he was. Just an abnormality. The thought that they all knew made him uneasy but also relieved him. Maybe it'd be easier here.


He found his way to the orientation quickly, sitting in a chair near the back. He slouched and put his chin in his hand, watching all the other students come in.
 
Colt opened the door of his dorm ever so slightly, just enough to see a large crowd passing by. "I guess I better get going" He mumbled. He turned back to his computer and logged out of the game he was playing before exiting his dorm and flipping up his hood. As he did this, he activated the power he had that had gotten him into the academy; his reflective shield. Having it set on weak, his shield slightly reflected any physical contact that would befall him. 'Should be easier this way' He thought.


As he walked through the hallway towards the orientation, garnering a few odd looks as others were moved out of his way by his field, he thought. He wasn't the only one with something unique here. Everyone had something, whether it be extreme intelligence or shape-shifting. Maybe this place could finally find him a challenge in some way or another. Maybe things would be different.


As he reached the orientation, he grabbed the seat that was nearest to the door and sat down. He removed his hood and laid back in his chair, waiting for the rest of the students to arrive.
 
Quinn was quiet and observant as she made her way to orientation. She could feel the excitement buzzing through the returning students, and sensed the nervous anticipation from those who only just arrived. Quinn was in the latter category. Even though she had stepped out of her comfort zone coming to a school where everyone was like her, she felt safer knowing that being a freak was no longer something to worry about. Not that she cared about things like that in the past. People had just simply annoyed her.


After a few minutes of shifting through the crowded halls, Quinn finally made it to the orientation room. It hadn't been filled up just yet, but she found a spot near the back wall and sat down, twisting her braid around her finger.
 
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Richard scratched his head at his alarm clock ringing. He moaned wanting to sleep in, but not wanting to miss class. He got up, put some clothes on, and walked out of the room. He saw the horde of people. Dang. He thought. He went back into his room and went to the window, opened it, and jumped out to the ground. Ah, better get to class now. With that he took off running to his first class of the day.


As he entered the class, he took a seat near the back of the orientation.
 
Felix zoned in and out as the students filed in, his senses in overdrive with all the new smells of humans and inhuman alike. His nostrils flared and he quietly coughed, switching to breathing through his mouth. He took note of a few specific people- ones who scents were definitely not human.


They all looked normal enough. A guy sat next to him, looking a little flustered; like he'd been running. A quick inhale through his nose told him that he was human. Felix gave him the 'sup?' chin thrust as greeting before turning his attention to a teacher near the front who was desperately trying to get the students to quiet down.
 
'Tin had always been a morning person. He yawned and scratched the back of his head sleepily, though after a quick shower and running a brush through his hair (which didn't really do much; it spiked up normally) he strolled to class, hands in his pockets, whistling. He took a seat near the corner and whipped out his notebook, then turned his attentive gaze to the teacher.
 
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Zhan awoke blearily in the transport tank he had been shipped to the Academy in. truth to tell it felt a little claustrophobic. Confined spaces normally didn’t bother him. He had hidden from sharks in small caves on more than one occasion. The drugs they had given him - for a number of reasons - made him feel sick. But then at the very notion of being put on a plane he had freaked out, and torn out half his stitches the first time they had tried to get him to fly. At least this time his wounds had begun to knit.


He reached up and undid the latches to exit. He had been told his tank was modified based on some tanks used for escape tricks used by stage magicians. Of course, he had no idea what a magician was exactly. He was just glad the unit was intended for him to open, not as a trap. When the top lifted up he sat up. He glanced over the side where there were plenty of towels to dry off so that he didn’t track water all over his roommate’s things. He smiled at the sight of flip flops. They were the wrong kind. His toes wouldn’t fit in them.


Well, he needed to dry off and dress up like a human anyways. He eyed the uniform that had been laid out for him distastefully. He simply wasn’t used to clothes. But at least some people had gone to extra lengths to make his transition to the new school go a little easier. With a frown he started changing. By now, at least, he had figured out how to wear most of the normal articles of clothing. More importantly after the shock he had given the Davenport family by walking in with nothing but his birthday suit on to ask what to do with some of the pieces he had realized that it was something he had had to learn. Mr Davenport had been unable to decide whether to be mad or humored. In the end, though, he had been patient.


The uniform was a little like the one Mr Davenport had had him wear to go eat once - though a bit simpler. It had been one of those meals where it felt like they all wanted him to look at the food, not eat it. Mrs Davenport had tried to show him all the different forks and spoons. And the thing to eat a snail was just plain silly. The spices had nearly choked him to death. But he had politely tried everything. Still, in the end he had still been hungry. The one thing he had loved was the caviar - at least until it dawned on him just how many fish that had been killed to make the obscenely huge bowl that had been presented. But he had smiled and nodded and enjoyed a small treat - much as he would have in the ocean.


Now that he was dressed he rolled up his sleeve to reach into the water to pull out his string bag filled with his worldly possessions - which weren’t exactly many. He had a few unusual items. One was a Toughbook Laptop - the official laptop of Navy Seals. Zhan tried to imagine what a seal would do with a laptop or how its flippers were ever going to push keys, but he had smiled and nodded. Fortunately Erin had caught his look and pulled him aside later to explain a Seal as opposed to a seal. Then it had made a lot more sense. His other toys were a phone, watch, and a Droid all designed for underwater use. He was told these would be tools he would need.


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As Zhan looked around it struck him that the bed in the room made the ones in the yacht look comfortable. And they had metal railing - and straps. He cocked his head sideways as he studied the bead. It didn’t look slept in either. And it was covered with white paper. Then it hit him where he was. This was a hospital. His heart started to pound a little. He went to his bag to get his knife - only to find it missing. He fought down a moment of panic as he recalled something about school rules regarding weapons. He hadn’t liked that idea. He felt a little defenseless without it.


So he picked up the wheelie stool / chair looking thing and held it like a club. Then he walked over to the door and tried it. He was a little surprised when it offered no resistance. He was even more surprised when a nurse almost ran him over. She had been about to check on him to see if he was awake yet. There was an awkward moment as she eyed the chair, her patient, then the chair again. A little embarrassed, he set the chair down and smiled apologetically.


He got the usual spiel about maps. He was told his tank would be transferred to his dorm room later, He had arrived after hours and they hadn’t wanted to wake other students with the moving process. He nodded as usual. He had been a somewhat late arrival. But then his whole life seemed to be a process of catching up.


He made his way out of the medical facilities and out onto the campus proper and checked over his Droid to look at the map. Erin had helped him set it up. He had already had to have his laptop’s hard drive reset for having shut it off so many times by just pressing the power button and holding it until it finally shut off. The Droid seemed easier to use. And all, he really just used it for GPS and studies. He checked the compass reading on his watch, then oriented himself.


And that was when the bell shattered his thoughts … thing of it was, he wasn’t entirely sure what the bell was for? Class? Fire alarm? Security breach? He looked around and saw students dragging themselves around. They seemed unconcerned, some even annoyed. He decided on time for class as the bell’s purpose. Now if he could just figure out where that was.


(LOL, don't expect all my posts to be small books like this.)
 
Shae began to observe the students around her. Two rows in front of where she sat were two guys. Shae could tell that the one speaking was a werewolf, and from where she sat, a cute one at that. The other appeared to be human. She continued to look around, absent-mindedly twirling her pencil around her finger.
 
Annette sat in a window frame, looking out at the campus below. She saw other students walking around- some obvious lost. Annette smirked to herself. Humans were so peculiar. Although, supposedly humans were not the only ones at this school. Annette chewed on her finger for a second before running her other hand through her long, black hair. Perhaps this school would turn out to be an interesting place. Not much interested her these days, but this was a new experience, and one that vampires rarely got to partake in. People started to pass her in the hall, and Annette observed the flow of traffic. She considered sitting where she was forever instead of following the crowds, but finally decided to play along and see what everyone was doing. Annette found herself at orientation. She rolled her eyes. Orientation was usually boring, no matter where it was. In fact, anyone standing behind a podium and speaking to a sea of faces tended to be a drag. She expected that's how this would go. Still...as Annette looked around at the different students, something sparked a bit of curiosity in her. Some of them smelled different or acted different. Seeing as they were all "unique," she supposed maybe this shouldn't be much of a surprise. Annette shrugged and sat down on one of the ends of a row in the latter half of the room.
 
Derek had bin on the roof of the acadamy relaxing as the cool wind blew around him. He looked at all the students as they made there way to the orientation " how lovely" he thought as he smelled the air. Many of these student had strange scents about them, but one inpaticular stood out the most the smell of a nother lycan. He gave a slight smile" this should be interesting" he said as he went to the edge were no one could see him or so he thought, and jumped from the roof down onto the concrete path. Making his way to the orientation then entering the building. Finding a seat he found a chair, and sat the many scents flowing through his nose he flushed them out as best he could.
 
The boredom in the air was practically tangible. Felix shifted in his seat, playing with a curl of his hair as was his habit. He noticed another student with the same pinched look on his face that he felt on his own- the expression you wear when your ultra-sensitive nose is smelling too much at once.


He stared at the boy for a long moment before catching himself and looking away, his face now red. He'd never seen another of his species before, but it probably wasn't wise to stare him down. Hopefully he hadn't noticed.
 
Gyrian sat their. Literally looking into space. He thought of leaving the class, but sided against it.


He watched as two werewolfs stared each other down or taking glimpses of each other. This should be good. He thought.
 
'Tin gazed up from his notepad and examined the other occupants. He seemed a bit out of place but it wasn't anything he hadn't been before.
 
Derek noticed the other lycans stare upon him. He paid no head given he did not wish to draw to much attention at the given moment. Maby he would speak to him after or just watch from afar, but perhaps he should make some friends around her it did not seem so bad. Looking at the teacher he tried not to look upon the other unique individuals around him.


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Janice Rand was grateful for the prepaid card from her foster mother. As a missionary working in 3rd world countries she didn’t have much of an income. And quite frankly she had never needed one. But without the card she swore she would have starved to death. The airlines had served something inedible. And she was more than a little drunk. She hated flying. It wasn’t her first time and she had no fear of heights. But there was just something unnatural about a plane. Getting drunk had helped.


Fortunately the crew had been nice enough about helping her off the plane. She had travelled under a handicapped ticket using a wheelchair provided by the Church. And everything went smoothly enough. It wasn’t as though she actually NEEDED the chair. It was a disguise - chosen to conceal her mutation and save her the agony of walking.


Thanks to flight delays she hadn’t arrived the day before. Instead she arrived mere hours before her first class. Unlike the students she wasn’t expected in the orientation - or was she? She hoped this wasn’t one of those small, elite schools that introduced all the teachers. Sighing, she wheeled her way to the Admin building to check in and find out where her room and class would be.


Janice tried to stand up and turned green. She barely turned away in time to keep from throwing up on the night guard. “S-sorry … I didn’t really like flying. I think my tug is nub.” She blew a raspberry. “Tongue is numb.” she half giggled. “And I haven’t been this drunk since I got into the winery at St Andrews. I had a dozen monks all trying to catch me thinking they were going to have a hard time of it. But I just fell over flat schnockered. I think I’ll take you up on that offer to help with my luggage. And it might be a good idea to make sure I actually find my room. Unless you want to find me glued to my chair by some students.”


Janice had never much appreciated bathing. Moira had met her in London and made sure her daughter bathed before boarding the flight. Janice had fussed a little, but when reminded that she was travelling in civilized territories she relented. Still after a long flight and throwing up Janice certainly wreaked a little..


The next morning one of the Staff was kind enough to make sure she was awake in time to get ready for work. Bleary and hung over she wheeled her way over to the Admin break room. Even before she reached the room Janice’s nose wrinkled with disgust. Coffee. It was an American addiction, not hers. She had been raised on milk, fruit juices or tea. She looked at one of the other staff members and started to turn green. “I don’t suppose there is some water around here safe for me to rinse my mouth out a little with? Any tea … maybe?” She smiled weakly.


The sound of a bell ringing hit her like a tidal wave. Even with her earplug filters she still winced.
 
Gyrian laid back and crossed his arms to watch what the teacher was doing. He turned his head and saw some girl sitting in the back . Pretty girl. He scanned the room for faces. Well, alot of unique people here. He thought.
 
Reina sighed impatiently bouncing her leg as she waited for something to happen. For the past couple of minutes she had been studying the other students with curiosity, but she'd gotten bored quick knowing that she couldn't just stand up and go ask them questions.


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The orientation finally started, and Felix struggled to pay attention. His impatience grew as the teacher rambled about schedules and classes and club activities and blah-blah-blah.


His attention was piqued as the teacher began discussing roommates. He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. He hadn't given much thought to his roommate, whoever it might be. Growing up as an only child, he'd always had his own room and plenty of privacy. He shoved the troublesome thought from his mind, hoping to zone out again until the stupid thing was finally over.
 
Quinn smiled to herself at the sight of the two werewolves observing each other. Even though she hadn't ever met another werewolf before, she knew from instinct that they tended to be pretty competitive. And dangerous. She looked at each werewolf a moment longer and then turned her attention to the teacher, who was hopefully nearly done with her lecture.
 
Bored, Colt pulled out a pen he had in his pocket and put it between his index and thumb. Deciding to play a little game, he pushed on both ends of the pen with his field still active on weak, trying to crush it straight down. Instead, the pen crunched in the middle and went soaring somewhere behind him and to the left. He turned around to look where the pen landed, then turned back. 'Should have accounted for the angle of your fingers' he thought as he went back to leaning in his chair, listening.
 
Reina watched impressed as the pen soared towards the back rows of the classroom. 'Finally, something at least remotely interesting' Reina thought as the teacher began to discuss roommates. She had been droning on for quite a while now and Reina was ready to bolt if she didn't wrap us soon. But to entertain herself she used her powers to make a vine on the classroom window creep inside and wrap around people's ankles on the floor.


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Macy was scared. No, terrified. No, the definition of terrified. Her size had allowed her to be even more of a freak than she already was. And what was worse? She was late for orientation because of her size. She sighed, finally pushing the large door open and awaiting the embarrassment. She had been given a microphone of sorts and a ladder that retracted to a pen, so it was easier to talk and get around. Everyone turned to the door, the teacher stopped talking, and Macy froze. Everyone's heads simultaneously looked down, and they began whispering. Macy was a deer in the headlights. "U-uh, s-sorry sir, um, w-won't happen a-again." She stuttered apologetically. Everyone's eyes were still on her as she activated the ladder and climbed it. The teacher cleared his throat, getting the class's attention. Macy sat crisscross on the desk surface, which--regrettably--was in the front, and sighed. This was going to be a long year...
 
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