Tinytiger28
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Zephyr William (Will)
Dove Wings - Location: Beach - Tags: None
Dove Wings - Location: Beach - Tags: None
Will grinned broadly as he headed down the shoreline, a brown messenger bag over his shoulder. The bag contained everything they told him to bring. Probably. Will would be the first to point out that he wasn't the best at packing. But he didn't think he was forgetting anything. Clothes, an ID, some paperwork, five bucks (emergency money), and whatever was laying loosely at the bottom of his bag (a graveyard of pencils that were too short to use, bits of paper, shiny rocks, bottlecaps, marbles, pens that didn't write, buttons, and a number of other various knicknacks he had picked up over the years). Though, he had brought one other thing, but that was tucked safely in his jeans pocket.
A flamingo pink t-shirt hung over his shoulders. Slits were cut in the back, allowing his wings to rest tucked on the outside of his shirt. And, of course, he wore the ever present metal shock collar around his neck. It was a bit heavy, but he didn't have time to think about that. He was here! Finally here!
The sand was a clean white, and it squished softly under his shoes every time he took a step. The water was a calm blue, and the white-tipped waves gave a rythmic boom every minute or so. A seaside cliff curved around the beachside, creating a cove-like area that was surprisingly large.
Gulls cawed overhead. Will had absolutely no idea what they were saying, but whatever it was, it sounded interesting. He chirped at one, but didn't hear anything back. Maybe that only worked on birds that whistled a lot.
The academy itself was grandiose. It sat farther inland, on a large grassy patch that overlooked the sea. A glass dome covered the middle of it, sparkling brightly in the sunlight. The light gray brick branched off on either side, leading to two rectangular structures. Windows pockmarked the brick walls, and the stone steps leading up the main entrance almost seemed too tall to climb. A fine coating of sand had already been blown onto them, but otherwise, they were completely clean.
Of course, the campus wasn't perfect. There was a surprisingly large amount of plastic bags, bottles, and cans dotting the shoreline, and the fish smell certainly wasn't something Will wanted to have in his nose, but he could get over it. The salty spray of the ocean did enough to mostly erase the scent, besides, it was a beach. What more could he expect?
Though, maybe he should do a bit of trash pick up later...
A shape in the water nearby caught his eye. A white blob that was fan-shaped, with a rounded edge. Will glanced at it curiously. Without pausing to debate wether it was worth getting his shoes wet over, he waded a few feet into the water and scooped it out, examining it curiously.
It was a small shell, about the size of his palm. Ripples followed the fan shape, creating small curves along the surface, but the underside was smooth, with a reflective, pearlescent color.
Will beamed even wider. He never had a chance to collect seashells before.
He waded back to completely dry land, silently realising that he probably should've removed his shoes before he went in. The worn gray sneakers were soaked, but at least his jeans were safe. Wearing pants that were a few inches too short to reach your ankles could come in handy sometimes.
Vasile Shepern
Human - Principal - Location: Principal's Office - Tags: None
Human - Principal - Location: Principal's Office - Tags: None
Vasile smirked. It was working perfectly. It took a lot of hard work, but finally, finally, his project was okayed, he even got a collaring license and everything, just so it would be legal. He snorted. As if any of this was legal. Ludicrous idea really. The brats didn't have many rights protecting them, but the ones they did were a hassle to deal with. No matter. Bypassing laws was a talent of his.
Honestly, at this point it was almost like the universe was bending to his will. The minute he had put any word out about this stupid "academy", those flappy idiots jumped at the chance to join. Promising that they'd be allowed to fly? Perfect bait.
He glanced out the window of his office. The subjects should be arriving soon. He hated to have to stoop down to their level in order to give the silly "introduction speech", but some acting was always necassary in life, Vasile supposed. At least Anton should be prepared by now. Prepping for that many variables would be a drain on resources. In fact, this entire school was. But, eventually, it would all be worth it. With just a little rearranging, it would quite easily become his base of operations. He just had to get the brats ready first.