Welcome to Trent Academy

[Kian Romanov]

Romanov had spent a late reading over a long file. He had memorized Jet's file by now. Everything from the death of her mother, to her combat filled upbringing. She had come here willingly, but Trent Academy was so much more than a safe haven. He assumed this was so much more than what she bargained for. He made his way down the modern marble hallway, glancing as a few of the combat and theory classes he passed. A student and a mentor were working on guns while the room opposite to that one were focused on what seemed to be meditation. He nodded at acknowledgement at people the greeted him in the hallway.


He reached the dorms building, passing by the few students lounging in the common room who instantly stiffened from his presence. He ignored the few muffled hellos and goodmornings as he climbed the mahogany stairs. Her room was the second to the right, only announcing his presence with 2 loud knocks before coming in. Privacy was more or less a foreign concept here.

 

[Myla]

Minx sits on the steps of the stairs with her journal and pen. She sits there sketching the room and the different people in it as she memorized the different faces. Minx can memorized every face and very corner of the room, but yet she can't remember a simple thing her mentor tells her. She never bothers to remember whatever they tell her or even bother talking to many people. She prefers to stick to herself and to silently watch others.


She looks up at the man that passes by her, but doesn't say a word to him. Subconsciously, she starts to sketch him into her journal, but then looks back up at him when he knocks loudly on the door. Jet's room. Minx knows her. but to her she's just another face she knows and doesn't talk to.