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Soon the evening of orientation came about, the enterance of N.I.C.E being tucked away in a labyrinth of abandoned subway tunnels in the belly of New York City. After the hyperloop train had been installed universally, there was no longer any need for the hassle that the subway brought to transportation.

A small panel rested on the side of what appeared to be a type of slide door made of concrete, the small device contained a massive database of facial identifications. The small batch of incoming students already had their faces stored in the massive library of it, mostly being extracted from online photos.

Distant footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the dim tunnel, the only light being a small bulb under the panel beside the strange door. A figure halted, the dull glow of the light source barely highlighting their facial features.

“Please stop, processing facial recognition.” A feminine, yet cold and robotic voice blurted out from the box. In a matter of moments, it had completed the function.

“Facial recognition complete, welcome new student. Please proceed, orientation will begin soon at Platinum Common Lounge. Thank you, and enjoy your day at N.I.C.E.”

The machine finally ceased to speak, the concrete slab rapidly sliding up and revealing a lavish looking hallway. Its floor was lined with black and gold tiles in a diamond formation, walls finished with grey striped wallpaper. Various oil paintings were neatly hung. The corridor was much wider than its height, the end of it opening to a room the size of a large gymnasium.

Everything in the wide space was white, or had the luster of a pearl to it. It looked extremely organized, a lounge placed in the center of it. The furniture was white as well, but a light grey carpet lay beneath them. Two elegant spiral staircases were placed at the opposite ends of the room, leading up to a fairly open second floor. Glass railing lined all of the edges, intricate gold designs gracing the sides of it. A few sculptures and abstract paintings were scattered about. Various students, computer scientists, and even a couple of doctors were milling about. Most likely on a break of sorts.
 
She stood in there, like not really getting what was happening. PLOC - made the small bubble of gum once it collapsed, and Catalina broght it back to her mouth right after."Please stop, processing facial recognition.”"Ay? És aka?""Facial recognition complete, welcome new student. Please proceed, orientation will begin soon at Platinum Common Lounge. Thank you, and enjoy your day at N.I.C.E.”"Eh? Oy!... Oy!!! Respondéme, Hijo de puta!!!"
A bit impatient, she knocked on the wall once, before the hallway was revealed. It caught her by surprise."Hm.."It was impressive but.. up until then, Catalina didn't really bought into the high-profile fassade. There was lots of people with money, still, she was mildly impressed by that kind of money. She only saw something remotely like that once, but.. it was still on a whole other level. She lowered the cap in her head slightly tilting it to the side, but enough for covering her eyes from everyone. As more and more she walked, she more and more realized, it could take a looooooooot of bombs to take that place out. First, she thought they were hiring her for something, it would be expected to find someone who would just like to pay for her abilities. But that was something else."Is this Platinún Común Lunje?" - She talked to herself while walking ahead.Catalina bit her lip, confused. She stopped somewhere in the room and started wandering around, looking at the painting, the sculptures... Because of the huge joint she smoked before leaving home, she was at that moment easily impressionable by those things, it all looked somehow very cool, everything very much worthy of being destroyed. One sculpture called her attention, one small sculpture of the head of someone she didn't really knew. It was a funny face, though. Catalina lowered herself just a little bit. She stopped there, looking at it, thinking about... something. Her eyes weren't even fully opened, like she was analyzing something, distracted, while blowing bubbles with her gum."This... hm..."
 
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Quan L. Pham-21 Yrs-Tags: None
Quan walked through the tunnels running underground, the subways no longer moving like decades before. Underground was something else, some apparent criminal school for felons. It was laughable in his opinion. Why waste money on criminals? He could have gotten three meals and a bed in jail. Well, anything was better than jail. This would have to do and they were feeding him and apparently others that were singaled out.

Quan continued his mindless trek through the labyrinth of tunnels, mulling things in his head, that was until he heard a voice speaking something about facial recognition. He stood in the shadows, watching as someone walked by, then another appeared and disappeared through the wall. What the hell?

People just did not go through a bloody wall, not unless they were dead. The young man continued moving forward until he got to the spot the girl had, the facial recognition process scanning him. When that was done, the wall opened so there must have been a hidden door. He stepped through.
 


Kari August




"Apologize for being heartless? Did anybody apologize for making me this way? "
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The rogue hitman was silently walking about, his shoes tapping on the marble floors. His earbuds were in his ears, as he was listening to a song that echoed in his ears. As he walked, he actually had a hidden gun in his boot, since he didn't exactly trust anyone. Wearing a loose white shirt and some black pants along with a black tie, he didn't exactly care for his appearance at all. Going to the orientation wasn't anything important, after all.

Frankly speaking, he honestly didn't know why the hell he was going to N.I.C.E. He was currently striding through the abandoned subway tunnels of New York City. He rubbed the back of his neck, and sighed. He looked around, and wondered why people put up with these underground trains like back then. The machinery is unique--but it was a bit too... old and cramped. He was quite interested in how these trains moved. Did they move like the hyperloops today? Of course not--otherwise everyone might have not abandoned the strange subways.

He sighed, remembering they were paying for criminals. He wondered why they needed criminals. He was sure he'd be caught and thrown in jail with a sentence of his life, but apparently not. Remembering his days as an illegal informant and a hitman, he frowned and paused the music he was listening to. He was the scum of society, so why was he given a second chance? Did his father pay them? He tensed up and sucked in his breath. If his father knew where he was at this current moment, would he send his men after him? Refusing the place of the heir to August Cooperation--but have shaken him up a bit. The thing is, it isn't just about the company--it's more about his family. He doesn't want to associate with those beasts anymore.

They were beasts who harmed him.

While walking, he noticed a small panel rested on the side of what appeared to be a type of slide door made of concrete. His grey eyes widened as he noticed the massive database of facial identifications, and one particular face made the hairs at the back of his neck stick out.

It was a picture of him.

He grimaced at the dull light source highlighting his pale skin. His hair illuminated slightly, as his blood-red lips stayed pursed. He reached out to touch the concrete door, his pale fingertips slightly brushed against the rough surface--

“Please stop, processing facial recognition,” A feminine, yet cold robotic voice echoed. He winced, and looked at the strange box. "Facial... recognition?" He muttered under his breath, staring at the odd box. "What do you--"

“Facial recognition complete, welcome new student. Please proceed, orientation will begin soon at Platinum Common Lounge. Thank you, and enjoy your day at N.I.C.E.”

Kari swallowed as the concrete slab slid up, revealing a luxurious looking hallway. Its floor was lined with black and gold tiles in a diamond formation, walls finished with grey striped wallpaper. Various oil paintings were neatly hung. The corridor was much wider than its height, the end of it opening to a room the size of a large gymnasium. Frowning, he looked down, multiple bad memories played in his head as he had looked at the lavish hallway earlier. However, he couldn't stop looking at it, and so, he raised his head once again.

Everything in the wide space was white, or had the luster of a pearl to it. It looked extremely organized, a lounge placed in the center of it. The furniture was white as well, but a light grey carpet lay beneath them. Two elegant spiral staircases were placed at the opposite ends of the room, leading up to a fairly open second floor. Glass railing lined all of the edges, intricate gold designs gracing the sides of it. A few sculptures and abstract paintings were scattered about. Various students, computer scientists, and even a couple of doctors were milling about. Most likely on a break of sorts.

Taking a deep breath, he wondered whether or not this was safe. He then remembered that he lived for danger. That he wanted to taste it. And so, he stepped inside the hallway as the concrete door rapidly shut behind him. Immediately regretting his decision, he wondered if his father knew of this secret place underground. If so, would he come for him? Fear plastered across his face, before it went back to his blank, indifferent resting face. It was now or never. His demons never left him. His fears never did. But, perhaps at this place, he could learn to leave them, once and for all?
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Carrie slipped into the entrance silently. As the facial recognition programs went through their routine, she rolled her eyes in annoyance. We wouldn't be able to find this place if we weren't supposed to be here, so why bother with this shit? Finally, she was given clearance into the lounge.

Carrie took a seat in an armchair and started psychically juggling a few items from her purse. It never hurt to show off what you could do, and she needed to work on her fine control, anyway.
 



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Location~ Main Lounge
Mentions~ Shagranoz Shagranoz ABetterNickname ABetterNickname
Interactions~ Emmi Emmi




Zahil had entered the alleyway just moments after a few others strolled up. He was grateful he got to see others enter, as he wasn’t really sure how to go about gaining access to this secret entrance. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he glanced behind himself before proceeding down towards the illusionary wall. Upon coming face to face with the scanner, he removed his sunglasses and red beret.

The facial recognition system ran its course, and he ended up sneezing midway through. This, accompanied by a few other twitches of his nose and blinking caused the process to go by slower than normal. Finally, after a long few minutes, he was granted access to the facility. Stepping onto the pristine tiles with his tan boots, the newcomer glanced around the place in slight awe. The paintings and abundance of art reminded him a bit of Egypt, easing the stress he had built up earlier. Maybe he could get used to this place?

Adjusting his button up, light brown shirt and darker shaded pants, he slipped the beret back onto his head but collapsed his aviators before placing them in his breast pocket. His belongings had been transported elsewhere after he arrived at the airport, so he was forced to assume he would see them again when allowed to settle in. Speaking of settling in, it was probably time to make way towards the orientation spot.

It didn’t take too long for him to wander over to the designated location, squinting his eyes upon arrival. It looked comfortable enough, and a few people were already there. Shrugging his shoulders, he pondered his choices at this point. He could just wait and nibble on the cashews he took from the plane, explore and get lost within five minutes, or he could go ahead and make himself familiar with is fellow accomplices. Deciding to talk to a few people, he surveyed the area for candidates.

The first person he spotted appeared to be a woman looking at a sculpted head. Even from his angle, he could notice that something seemed a bit off when it came to her demeanor. Glancing at her face, his past experiences back home alluded pretty clearly that his suspicions were not unfounded. Half closed eyes and all, he rubbed the side of his face and sighed.

“Tired, or baked...?” He found a small piece of joy reading people’s expressions, and used it to further develop his skills. Checking on whoever else was nearby, he tilted his head a bit to survey the next being.

A short distance away was a blank faced man with a white shirt and black tie, listening to music as he seemed to meander around. Self conscious for a moment, Zahil eyed his own apparel and wondered if he should have dressed more appropriately. Aside from that, he figured that the man may have had a few tricks up his sleeves, or maybe secrets. Then again, who doesn’t? Reaching into his cargo pocket, he withdrew the small bag of cashews and opened the bag quietly, popping one into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. Should the man with the black tie look in his direction, Zahil would wave with the bag of cashews held in his hand, still munching away.

He was about to approach the well dressed figure before he glanced past him at the sight of someone sitting down a few meters away. He saw a woman sit in the chair behind him and start to juggle knives in mid air, Zahil acknowledged that it was indeed normal to do that as he began to stroll over to the man. But, he stopped a few feet short.

Oh wait, that is most certainly not normal.

Stopping mid-chew, the red beret wearing man slowly looked at the woman with wide eyes as she balanced knives in mid air with no physical activity. Nearly choking on his cashews, he flung the bag of nuts onto one of the nearby chairs. Placing his hands on his knees, the newcomer coughed a bit and leaned down, still watching the actions take place. Without a doubt, Zahil was startled by this. Finally clearing his throat, he quietly said to both himself and the tie sporting person a few feet away;

“Jesus Christ do you see that?! How are they doing that, I mean what in the blue fu-“

 


Ashton "Ash" Alexander
Location: main hall ~ Mentions: ABetterNickname ABetterNickname , Emmi Emmi , Inb4Cloaker Inb4Cloaker , Shagranoz Shagranoz ~ Interactions: open​
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City lights gleamed in the reflection of the coal colored Hummer stretch SUV as it soundless glided through the streets. Two figures, one a younger female and the other an older gentlemen, lounged in the spacious compartment. Neither dared say a word. Suddenly, a ding ding ding filled the empty cabin and without hesitation the older gentlemen answered. Fluent Spanish passed by cracked, pale lips as he carried on a conversation as if no one else was in the compartment. The young girl kept her hazel orbs glued to the streets outside as the passed by. It was a quiet night. No one but the scum of the city roamed the streets at this hour. Folding her manicured hands over the plainly decorated laptop the young dark blonde girl wondered where they were going. The gentlemen, also known as her father, had woken her up without so much as a hint as to where they were going. She was used to this. Always going from one place to another without the knowledge of the situation. Long ago, when she was young, a question may have broken past the rose pink lips, but now she knew better. As her father would say, "children are meant to be seen, not heard."

It appeared the conversation was abruptly cut off when her father slammed the phone shut. Without moving a muscle hazel orbs side eyed the man. His broad shoulders were tense and furry eyebrows were furrowed. "I see you looking," called his monotonous voice, with a hint of a sigh,"Go ahead, ask." Dragging her orbs from off the street she made eye contact with dull, gray orbs. Without a word she raised an eyebrow and glanced around as if to say "where are we going?" Her father sighed and adjusted the hem of the designer suit. "You, my dear Ashton, are going to N.I.C.E."

Next thing Ashton, or Ash, knew she was slowly meandering through the dark tunnels of an old train station with her laptop case. Colorful graffiti decorated the walks as she continued to forward; the directions her father provided her with ringing in her head. It wasn't long. Instantaneously she noticed the panel on the side of the wall. It was out of place in the retro train tunnel. Too modern. Instinctively she reached out to touch it when it suddenly lit up. Mesmerized she listened as a robotic voice stated it was checking facial recognition. Her picture then appeared on the screen the door slid open.

"Wonder what kind of system that is?"

Right as she glided in the door closed. There was a long lavish hallway that reminded her very much of home. There was also people there. All kinds of people. One girl with midnight black hair was carelessly blowing gum around the expense artwork that decorated the room, another juggled knives while being observed, and the final one that caught her eye was the gentlemen with the white shirt and slicked back hair. The last person had a blank face with dead eyes. Something about the way he looked bothered her. There was the nagging feeling in the back of her head that something about him was familiar.

"Interesting."

Taking another quick glance around she found a preferable spot to sit. It was right between to statues and out of the way. Hastily she made her way over the spot, pulled out her laptop and started to try and get into the system.

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The knives slammed into the floor, their handles quivering. "What, you never met a metahuman before? We're out there, hundreds of us. Thousands. And the best part is, we look just like everyone else... right up until we reach into your mind and leave you a gibbering wreck."

She glared at the gentleman, trying to intimidate him. She knew the tendencies of her fellow evildoers to backstab everyone around- best to make certain he didn't have the balls to even try.

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Quan L. Pham-21 Yrs
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People moved around Quan as they came into the hidden organization, either not noticing him or in a hurry which was fine with him. Fingering the strap of the bag he carried, Quan moved further into the building, looking around at the pictures and statues scattered around, the walls whitewashed and otherwise bare, the floors of some fine material he could not place, marble perhaps or granite. Could be just regular stone for all he knew. Traversing through the labyrinth was not nearly as difficult as the streets above and the tunnels below but took him a while to navigate through, that was mainly due to not bothering with one of his powers which would be helpful in this regard.

The flutter of steps and murmuring of voices, seats creaking as people shifted easily reached him upon drawing closer and he paused to take in the different people here. An assortment of men and women mulled around, one blowing gum and another showing off and causing a disruption be pulling out some knives, the sound grating his ears as metal met the floor. Frowning visibly, Quan made his way to the opposite end of the area, must be this lounge the scanner mentioned...so these must be the other die hard criminals...some don’t look like much, and settled down halfway into an alcove with a statue next to it.
 


Kari August




"Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it's the place where we find the deepest heartaches."
--Iyanla Vanzant
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The pale teenager just awkwardly stood there, his posture completely straight. With his tie and shoes, a lot of people may think he's a spoiled douche by the way he walks, stands, or looks. He ran his fingers through his hair, and he looked around at the others who were here with him, Beethoven Symphony No. 5 playing in his ears. He saw a boy much older than him who was at average height with dark brown hair, peering at someone. He looked over at who he was looking at, and saw a blond woman juggling with knives. His frown deepened, staring at utter distaste. His eyes then trailed over to a tan girl with luscious pink lips and tattoos all over her body. Tsk tsk, ruining her skin like that with a needle, he sighed, dissatisfied.

His attention was immediately captured a girl who looked older. She had curly blond hair that looked like they were spun from gold by Rumpelstiltskin himself. Her eyes were of a hazel color that looked like shining orbs, which looked like precious jewels. He pursed his lips, peering at her with his intense, alluring grey eyes that were cold and hard like stone. She looked oddly familiar, as if he knew her before. That aching feeling in his head bothering him, and he didn’t know where he had seen her before.

The classical music he played was halted, and he looked over at his phone to press another song on his playlist.

That’s when he heard the abrupt choking on a man standing next to him. He turned, and stared at his tan skin and his widened green eyes. He had a beard, as well, impressing Kari. The man looked middle eastern. “Jesus Christ, do you see that?! How are they doing that, I mean, what in the blue fu-“

Kari heard every word of what the man said. With a blank expression on his face, he took out his right earbud and stared directly at him. His indifferent look was known to stay blank even at the face of someone who got murdered before him, and that frankly scared a lot of people. His pale skin gleamed as his cool grey eyes twinkled with curiosity.

And he turned back to his phone, placing the earpiece back in. He may have been rude, but he didn’t want to associate with anyone here. Ignoring a man who can’t handle someone juggling is honestly quite pathetic. That’s when the loud sound of the knives crashed down on the hard floor was heard. The screeching of the metal against the floor seethed his ears, before he turned on Symphony No. 9.

The female had said something to the man who had choked on his cashews, but Kari couldn’t hear the words she was saying. Instead, slight muffles were heard, and even that was drowned out by the orchestra playing in his ears. He simply did not want to be near these two imbeciles, and he certainly could care less if the man was okay after his choking spree.

Irritated that he was noticed by the man who was choking, he quietly walked away from the two, and looked around for a place to sit. His black leather schoolbag was slung across his right shoulder as he gazed at the seats. He simply killed himself inside, because he would have to sit with someone next to him. He shuddered, and decided to just stand in an empty corner a few feet away from the girl with the hazel eyes he found familiar before.

He adjusted his foot, and the cold metal of his gun pressed against his warm, pale skin. He ran his fingers across his ebony black hair and sighed.

A train of thoughts ran over in his head. Was his father looking for him? Or did he manage to reproduce another.. suitable heir with his mother? He bit his lips, feeling a strong sense of guilt and pity for the young heir, before deciding not to think about it.

He was a different child back then. He was still dashing, but back then, he was kinder and more sincere. Now? He’s just a prick who wouldn’t feel any guilt or remorse for his victims he silently murdered in the night.

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Her attention disorder kicked in as someone started to show up. Things were floating in mid air?

"Whoooaa..~" - That whoa didn't had that much energy though.

"Whoooooooooa... Aya Pablito... This is a bit more than i was expecting. ... ... Holy shit..." - She blinked once, very hard, and then looked at it again - "Holy shit Pablito! What kind of shit are you growing in there? That must be that hamster-shit fertilizer you're using. You said that shit was powerful... but i assumed it was like, making-hearing-Tailor Swift kinda-bearable - powerful, not like this, holy fuck..". That was the most unusual thing really, ,nothing else could taker her attenti-

"Ay Guapo...!" - It was just then that she noticed it, that she saw it. The sight made she lost her balance, hitting the statue and almost making it fall into the floor, though she was able to react fast enough to avoid that. She couldn't stop her face from blushing, more, and more, as she lowered her cap so it completely covered her eyes again, as her hand stayed in there for a bit, slightly shaking, threatening to raise her cap again and give her another look. Why does he had to look so... so... so... bad? She was determined to not take another look at that high-quality guapo, and to keep herself cool at all costs. "Hombres no prestan..." She repeated to herself in her mind. Catalina knew that that kind of guapo was clearly just trouble. Would it be worth the trouble though?
No fucking way.

"Better sit down before i break something..."

Catalina sat at the bench, crossing her legs and putting her arms open behind resting on the bench. It was a more relaxed stance compared to the only girl at her side. Not that the girl looked any distressed at all, she was probably just as bored as Catalina was.
"I hope it passes before something happens... I would hate to give a bad first impression."

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She couldn't resist, and took another peak at that guapo... Just in time for seeing him being a asshole to someone else, just as expected. Catalina still remember that legend, the legend of the boto, where a legendary creature of the seas that resembled a dolphin took the form of a irresistible guapo, just so it could seduce stupid chicas and, bringing them to the sea making them drown.
She could never trust a guapo like that. "Papa would pop his head right there if he acted like this with him"
That other guapo... however... he was still attractive, not as much as the rude one, but still was very suspicious. She analyzed him for a second, nothing much that she could actually deduce, but more something that she could feel. Something that her instincts were telling her.
"That one is dangerous..."

Seeing ahead, that girl, she was showing up still. Maybe that's was for real? Not even a magic trick?
Not that Catalina gave any fucks about it.

- PLOC -

"Whooooaaa~"
That gum bubble exploding was a little bit louder than the last.
Before the blonde girl could noticed, Catalina had approached enough to take a peak on what she was doing. Distracted by that, she didn't noticed anything else around.
"Coooool... ~ Is that some kind of a game? You type really fast you know that? Ah- ...."

But that didn't looked like any game.

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Location~ Tactically retreating to vending machines.
Mentions~ Emmi Emmi nearlyflowers nearlyflowers
Interactions~ Shagranoz Shagranoz ABetterNickname ABetterNickname




Eventually recovering from his cashew induced choking fit, Zahil took a glance at the woman who was juggling knives, then he looked back over at the man who showed absolutely no sign of response to the scene unfolding. When he strolled away, the newcomer took one long look at the juggling woman and nodded with confirmation, still staying crouched down as he removed the sunglasses from his pocket. With one deft motion, he flicked them open and slipped them back onto his face. He stayed silent for a moment, looking at the woman with a face that resembled a disappointed family member. After a few seconds of this, he broke the silence;

“Oh, really? Cool. Here, let’s make a deal. How about you don’t use any of your meta-whatever ‘powers’ near me, or there really will be thousands of you. And by thousands, I mean there will be a thousand of you.” He gestured all around the room and pointed at various objects and directions, “...you’ll be over there, and over there, and- oh on that statue.” He turned back with a cheerful but deceivingly agitated smirk. Finally, he placed both hands out before him, one low to the ground and one high above his head. He said “Flying knife,” and waved the hand low to the ground, then waved the hand above himself while saying “Frag Grenade.” Having been satisfied with his point, he rolled his eyes behind his glasses and stood, turning to face the rest of the room.

With a much more cautious manner, he reanalyzed what he just witnessed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He didn’t try to muffle his voice, instead speaking in an open and relatively calm manner, as true to his nature. With a long sigh, he chuckled a bit and wandered over towards the chair where his cashews were, picking up the bag and shaking it a bit as he spoke his mind.

“So.”

“We have a completely stoned woman out of corner A, who nearly broke a sculpture worth Christ knows how much, and who seems to favor gum. Odd combination, but ah well.”

He popped another cashew in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he shifted his eyes back over to the man who wandered away.

“In corner B, we got some guy who stands in corners, is possibly mute, edgewalks, and looks like he is still stuck in that ‘bullied in high school’ phase.” Zahil knew he couldn’t hear him, and wasted no effort as he made a pretty non-conspicuous middle finger scratch of his beard towards his direction. After this, he smoothly jerked his thumb back towards the juggler, indicating her.

“Corner C, we got a knife throwing meta-chick who quite frankly disturbs me to no end. I still don’t understand how that works.” The newcomer glanced over his shoulder at her, unsure as he shook his head and frowned once again, withholding a shiver.

“...And that’s it. I don’t know about the rest of you, and quite honestly, now I’m afraid to find out anything.” With a disgruntled laugh, he removed the red beret on his head and took in a deep breath, allowing himself to fully comprehend the place he was in. Of course, it was a school for potential ‘criminals.’ What did he expect? War hardened veterans and professionals? No, of course not, that would be unreasonable. With all the knowledge he accumulated, he came to a conclusion. Arching his head back and glaring up at the ceiling he spoke once again, but more so towards himself as his irritation was replaced by disparity.

“God, please take me back to Cairo. This place is fucked.”

With that, he gave the juggler a reassuring thumbs-up and made his way towards the exit of the lobby with the intent of finding a drink. He wasn’t necessarily angry, just disgruntled and confused as to why the environment wasn’t more teamwork oriented. Then again, it goes back to his previous point, what did he expect? As he walked past the woman who was looking over at the other figure, typing away on her computer, he carefully dropped the bag of cashews he still had onto her armrest, continuing to make his way out as he said with a genuine smile.

“Here ya go, for the munchies.” A few steps later, he vanished around the hallway in hopes of finding a vending machine with drinks. Zahil felt better now, although he knew that he shouldn’t openly talk shit about his soon to be coworkers, it still felt pretty good to say it aloud. However, there was one thing that he most certainly may not feel good about in a few minutes.

In the middle of the room, right where he stood criticizing those he had encountered, sat his prized red beret. The newcomer had left it in his haste. Of course, he was blissfully unaware of this fact. He was confident that it was in his right cargo pocket, safe and sound like it always is. Needless to say, it was not.
 
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Ruby waltzed through the sliding door, completely unphased. In her left hand she held a box of Chinese take out and in the other a pair of chopsticks. She thought she might as well have grabbed a bite to eat before heading down there, this organization probably wouldn’t feed her the MSG she so craved. The twenty year old peered around, observing the neat looking hallway and the paintings.

“Wow, this looks way better than my apartment. I bet they got one of those interior design peeps up in here.”
Ruby chuckled to herself, grinning slightly. Her gaze was caught by a group of young adults crowding around a lounge as she entered the colossal room, probably there for orientation as well.

The young woman briskly strided over, setting her box of takeout on a nearby table with a vase. The first thing she seemed to notice was a chick that looked hella baked, then her eyes wandered over to a woman who had thrusted several knives into the tiled floor without lifting a finger, another who was typing away on a personal laptop, and finally three men.

“Well, this is interesting...”
 


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A languid smile hung on her face. Albeit a bit late for the new semester, but since there were no points deducted off, it shouldn't
matter. Not that she cared, those people should be glad that she finally dragged her butt to get checked in. Strolling forward as

confident as a leopard, she noticed the renowned IA system up front. The sound of her 4 inch heels clicking against the floor paused.
She removed her shades and tucked them in to her designer bag, before proceeding to have her identification confirmed.


"Facial recognition complete, welcome new student. Please proceed, orientation will begin soon at Platinum Common Lounge.
Thank you, and enjoy your day at N.I.C.E.”


Maye tilted her head to the side, scrutinizing the device for a moment. "Hm..." She sounded, grasping the handle of her suitcase,
She headed straight for the dormitories where she will be roomed. Orientations had already passed, thank goodness. When she
stepped into the lobby, the person before her just also arrived, holding greasy Chinese takeout that stenched the place.
Maye dry coughed as she wrinkled her nose. She stepped to the side and continued her way.


Her dark eyes briefly glanced the space and wandered to the faces of the crowd. She had minimal interests to the people,
hence she reverted her focus on her surroundings. At least the architect was to her tastes. She'd be damned if she had to
stay in some crabby room. Maye looked at her smartwatch and scanned through her information. After figuring out what
room she was allocated to, she left. She arrived to her dorm, quickly fixed the interior design, and then unpacked.

 
Jace made his way into the building, the usual swagger in his step. He wore his black Beats by Dre; which were blasting Marilyn Manson. He sniffed, sizing up the device infront of him. The boy shrugged and scrolled through his phone.

Facial recognition complete, welcome new student. Please proceed, orientation will begin soon at Platinum Common Lounge.
Thank you and enjoy your day at N.I.C.E.


The slab slowly opened, revealing the lavish hallway and what lay beyond. Jace's emerald eyes flicked up and he raised an eyebrow, "Uhhh, wazzat?" He pushed his headphones to his neck, still blasting metal. His emerald gaze travelled over the paintings and statues, estimating their worth. A thief's habit. He ran a hand through his hair and he reached the lounge. Jace immediately noticed the girls. He mumbled to himself, "Well hello there." He grinned that trademark grin.
He sat himself down in an armchair and flung his legs over the armrest as he surveyed his peers, "Friendly bunch." Jace thought.
He noticed the girl juggling knives and chuckled. The Valeska boy did enjoy when people showed off their powers, like they were special. When, in actual fact, he could wander up to anyone and take them. He laughed to himself, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He always told people it wasn't an addiction and he could quit whenever he wanted. Then again, he never did.​
 


Ashton "Ash" Alexander
Location: main hall ~ Mentions: N/A ~ Interactions: ABetterNickname ABetterNickname
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As the screen of the laptop glowed to life under her fingertips the rest of the world appeared to melt away--almost like an oil painting as it dripped dramatically down the canvas. Suddenly, it was just Ash and the computer. There was no group of people making a ratchet or individual with slicked back hair who triggered a sense of familiarity and comfort. Oh, there was still the feeling of familiarity and comfort present, but that feeling was now directed toward the device in front of her. This regular, old laptop was far more than just a laptop to Ash. Years ago her mother, who was computer genius by her own right, had helped the young girl piece it together from hand made parts and scraps. It has been their pet project. Since the death of her mother Ash took care of the computer as if it were her lifeline.

And in many ways it actually was.

Taking a chest expanding breath and then allowing her shoulders to drop the blonde girl started on her goal. She wanted to know who was in this room. Since their had been a facial scanner in front of the door that meant there had to be something down here that it linked to. It took some digging, but eventually a signal popped up. Now for the fun part. Ash's finger gracefully danced across the keyboard as if mesmerized The Piped Piper himself. The more Ash dug the more code that popped it. It was annoying, but answers were required. Then a sound entered her subconscious. A small popping. There was a brief moment were Ash thought about it, but continued on. Then in happened again. And again. Then a face appeared in her vision. Without any hesitation she shut the laptop with a small 'click.'

"What the hell."

Multicolored orbs shot up to the figure that was invading her space. A space invader. Hair darker than the realms of outer space dipped past the other girl's shoulders and reached a little below her collar bones. The most noticeable thing was the hat that decorated her head--a pitch black cap with the "LA" logo sprawled across the front. Then her eyes. Ash had seen that look before. Without so much as a peep Ash breathed in again and pinched the bridge of her nose. Annoyance was written all over her body. Then a small nod was given, as if to say, "yes, I type fast" and then another shake to say that "no, it was not a game." Obviously. Releasing the bridge of her nose and letting out the breath she narrowed her orbs at the other girl.

"Who are you anyway?"
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This is her thoughts.
 
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It seemed that the Arab guy had gotten the hint not to get in her way, so she moved onto the next person. A girl working with her laptop, seemingly intent on accomplishing a goal. "Hey there," she said with a friendly wave. As long as somebody didn't react badly to metas, she didn't have a problem with them. "I'm Carrie. Cybercrime, or checking Facebook?"

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At the entrance of the building will come a 5’9 16 year old named John Johnson. He has dark brown eyes and light brown hair. He is wearing Jeans and a baggy red T shirt with a matching red Bandanna covering his mouth and nose. On his head is light dampening goggles that look like welding Goggles.

John Johnson when arriving to the entrance from leaving his dorm to go and take a nice walk outside of the school he will go to the scanner. He pulls his bandanna down to reveal his nose and mouth for the machine to recognize him. After the scanning is completed he will be rewarded with the Machine saying “welcome John Johnson”. John will pull his Bandanna back up to his nose and mouth then enter the N.I.C.E building.

John will see all the new people and notice specifically someone with headphones mumbling something while looking at some girls. John will roll his eyes and keep walking and try and find someone to greet and welcome to N.I.C.E
 
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John will see a 5’11 olive skinned woman who looks, unique and decides to greet her.

John walks up to the olive skinned woman and looks up at her (being 5’9) then extends his hand saying “hello there welcome to N.I.C.E it’s nice to meet you what’s your name?”
 
A rather tall and lanky man briskly walked over towards the lounge, holding stacks of files and papers. He glanced around the gathering of people and began to start checking names down on a roster, finishing the small task before pushing his circle framed glasses back up his nose.

“Well, it appears almost everyone is here. Thank you for joining us today. And let’s just say we’re quite thrilled to have you...”

The man glanced up from his paperwork, offering a charming smile to them. He looked to be sort of the nerdy type.

“My name is Vince, and I’ll be your tour guide today, as well as offering an explanation to why N.I.C.E invited you here and what we do. Afterwards, you have a dinner scheduled with our headmistress, Ms. Axis, where she will assign you your first assignment.”

His words were quick and orderly, but had a hint of looseness to them. He didn’t want to act to stuck up and intimidate them. Vince quickly glanced down at his watch, frowning slightly once he saw the time.

“Let’s hurry along now, we don’t want to get behind schedule.” The man muttered before striding off towards the stairs, beckoning the group with his hand.
 
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Maye looked over her information. She memorized her current features and took a picture just in case she forgets. It was
highly unlikely, but she wasn't the one to attempt to take careless risks. Truth be told, each time she transform into a new
image, she will take a picture and carefully note down each detail to prevent any flaws. She had long since forgotten her
true face. Her career started since she was young. Unbeknownst to her, she had already lost her real self. But that wasn't
a problem. With simple reconstruction, her curly hair became straight and smooth.


She changed into a new outfit, flashing a charming smile to her reflection. With a wink, she wandered back to the lobby
with her hands obediently held behind her back. Maye walked beside the girl with the Chinese take out before and gave
a friendly smile. They listened to the man talk, and followed after him when he moved. For now, simply interacting with
the people here was her goal. Her eyes discreetly scanned the people around her. While others wore comfortable clothing,
she was the only one who seemed overdressed. That was fine too.


"Hello, my name is Maye." She introduced herself to the people within the range of her voice. "What're your names?"
Her eyes made contact with a selective few who seemed to want to converse with people but didn't know how to.
Expressing amicable intentions, she casually made small talk.




 
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Quan had been to himself since arriving and that was okay. He watched people enter and show off their abilities and, in the case of one, begin working on a laptop. The Vietnamese rolled his eyes. When a man named Vince showed up and began speaking, Quan paid enough attention to garner he was of some importance and maybe a bit foolish for being friendly to criminals and so was laptop girl come to think of it. Getting to his feet, he grabbed his bag and headed after the man to where food was destined to be.
 
Carrie caught sight of another girl straightening her hair. On it's own, that wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary- but the hair had actually straightened on its own. Definitely interesting. She turned to the other villainess. "Hey there. I'm Carrie, the local psychic. Good to meet you."

A Thousand Rivers A Thousand Rivers
 
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