"There was.. something I forgot to tell you."

"What?" [/align]

[align=right]"We only have one chance." "What?" [/align][/color][align=right]

 

S t o r y

 

A small band of kids grew up in what they considered to be a normal life. In a "boarding school" for "special" children, that was run by the government. It is uncovered, though, that their school is for children more special than they knew.

 

The small classes are made of kids with "super powers", and why does the government want to use these children? To hand them over to their enemies, and have the kids destroy them.

 

But you know what this implies. You're going to have to kill. Strangers, at that. And you can't handle the idea of that--the idea of ending a life. You decide that you're not going to do every little thing they tell you do--you're leaving. You're running away. You're done.

 

Of course, the government can't have it getting out that they are going to force children to murder. You're not allowed to exist anymore.

 

R u l e s

 

-No godmodding. Yes, you've got powers, but you're not invincible.

-You can't choose "invincibility" as your power.

-Please be nice to your fellow RP'ers.

-Spelling and grammar are a must, lahve.

-If you read these rules, send in your application with your favorite ice cream.

-Anything I forgot that you know I'm probably including. xDD

 

SIGN-UPS ARE NOT CLOSED

Anyone can begin. ;D

It wasn't too hard to skip classes at this 'special' school. At least not for Roxy.

You would think they'd be strict as hell. You know, guards at every corner of the school, watching you. Stalking you. Thats what Roxy had expected. But she learned, that they didn't give a crap as long as you went to class occasional and tried not to escape.

Because well... they had one punishment for trying to escape from what Roxy knew. And that was quick, unexpected death.

Roxy heard rumors of some who actually were able to escape without a single scratch and never heard from again. Sure they might of been killed later on, but there was no proof of that. So they thought they actually got away with it. And maybe they did.

But it wasn't something Roxy was thinking of doing... yet.

Skipping class was enough thrill for her. Well it wasn't exactly a thrill. Hanging out in one of the restrooms, locked in a stall, writing on the walls like an immature teenager? Yes that was the most amazing thing ever.

Roxy didn't like being taught to kill. It wasn't because she didn't want to do work, like a normal teenager would complain about. She actually wished they treated them more like regular kids and gave them hours worth of homework each night.

But no, they trained them to be monsters.

And Roxy didn't like that.

 

[align=center]Alba rugged her eyes as she lifted her head from the desk, she had fallen asleep in class again, well, it wasn

Maggie was lying in bed still by eleven o'clock. She had no reason to get up--no one was going to come searching for her. The only classes she bothered attending were not in the morning, anyway. Though she was wide awake and thinking, she kept her sleep mask pulled over her eyes. People with such a high status as her own shouldn't look as if they were troubled by anything.

 

Eventually, though, Maggie pulled herself upright. Lunch, dinner, and P.E. (Power Education Class) were the only things she would attend during the day. The rest of the time, though, she locked herself in her dorm, and read or slept. She slid slowly into her uniform--the only clothing besides nightgowns they were allowed to wear. With a faint smile, Maggie glanced in the mirror. As proud as she was of the beauty she loved the flaunt, sometimes it didn't seem worth having. It didn't seem worth being a freak to be pretty.

Phoenix' typical expression showed no emotion, but inside he felt anxious for the end of that torturing class. He didn't pay attention to anything the teacher was saying, after all he already knew what it would be about: kill. Such subject could make many people feel disgusted, but not Phoenix. He was already used to hearing about that every day in every class he had in that school where he was forced to stay.

He could be skipping that class like many other students, but then where would he go? No place in that cursed school would make him feel better. For him, that school was a prison, a place where he was condemned to live for eternity paying for the sins he had been gathering since the very day he was born.

And, on that moment, there was nothing he could do, he would just stay there about to die from boredom.

As a last struggle for survival, Phoenix looked up at the clock placed on the wall by the door, hoping it showed the end of that class was near. Counting the seconds for the blessed moment when his torture would finally be reduced, but not over. While he was in that school, his suffering would never get to an end.

Maggie slid outside, not particularly worried about being caught outside of class. No one would stop her, and if they tried--well, that was the beauty of Maggie's powers. And she, unlike some of the others, had no problem bending others to her will with them. She brushed back a strand of glossy brown hair. Lunch smelled surprisingly decent today, Maggie thought in surprise as she neared the cafeteria. A few other children who, like her, had skipped out on class, were already sitting at tables eating. Of course, something about a school to teach children to murder didn't emcourage a pot of sociability, so they were spaced quite far apart.

 

Taking her usual spot in the vey corner of the cafeteria after grabbing her lunch, Maggie stared at the others, as theystared at her. This place made people quite paranoid. Maggie started gulping down her lunch--she always ate as quickly as she could in hopes to get out of there. She might even get lucky and find a few kids to harass in the hall on her way back.

Roxy heard her stomach growl and she guessed it was about lunctime. She threw the stall door open and walked out into the halls, making her way to the cafeteria, not suprised to hear absolutely no sounds of chatter and children gossiping like at her old school. Here, no one gave a damn about making friends. At least thats what Roxy thought.

 

She grabbed her lunch, judging it to be semi edible and sat down in the most remote place she could find. She scarfed down her food and she found herself being stared at. She didn't like it. She was so tempted to posses one of them and make them accidently stab themselves with a fork...

 

No, Roxy would not do that. She wouldn't develop a sadistic side because she knew that's what the government wanted from her. To kill without any regret.

[fieeen, BonBons. Tharr, I posted. D< ?]

 

Maggie struggled to finish eating. One girl across the room particularly caught her attention. Sitting at another deserted table, she seemed to be quite, well, pissed. Or at least having trouble with something. Then again, who of them weren't? Though Maggie didn't attend any classes, she wasn't going to let herself be clueless about anything other than how to kill. That girl was in her same dorm, wasn't she? R..R-something.

 

When Maggie finished half choking herself trying to gulp down food, she clenched her tray tightly as she shoved it into the pile of other used ones. A slightly smaller girl--Delilah--was skittering into the room with her lunch. Maggie slid over to the girl, and knocked the tray up into Delilah's face. "Oh, so sorry, dearest," She clucked. "You could've used a new hairstyle, anyway."

I'm sorry for my delay on answering, I was travelling with the rest of the family for a couple of days. T.T

 

[align=center]"It's about time." Alba thought as she walked over to the cafeteria, as always some of the other students were already eating, grabbing nothing but a piece of bread and water as always for her lunch she found a spot to sit and started eating, her eyes down at the food without turning to the others who, she thought, would do the same. The interesting thing in that

The bell rang as it always does when the classes were over, letting stidents free to go to the cafeteria to enjoy lunchtime. Phoenix walked out of the room looking down, as a way of hiding himself from the classmates he never got to know properly.

After a short walk, Phoenix arrived at the cafeteria. He wasn't hungry at all, so he just took a sit a few metres away from the kids having lunch. It was common for him to simply don't feel hungry sometimes, and whenever taht hapened, he just didn't eat, and didn't care either if he felt weak later. Problably, it was this habbit of avoiding food sometimes that had been keeping him so thing throw all those years he spent in the school.

Phoenix spent all lunchtime watching the other's fake pleasure in enjoying their meal.

Maggie felt a slight sense of satisfaction in the fear and sadness on Delilah's face. It wore off quickly, though. Fun as it was to toy with people, the fun only lasted for a minute or two. No one seemed too bugged by her after a while. It was infuriating to the girl, but Maggie didn't let on.

 

Retreating to her room, Maggie collapsed on her bed, curling up. Lunch wasn't over for another twenty minutes, and in those twenty minutes, she'd daydream. She liked pretending she was home again, regardless of how fake it felt. It gave Maggie a faint sense of peace. After lunch, though, she'd have to get up and get to P.E. It was the only class that didn't often refer to the "art" of killing, and therefore, it was a decent class. She could race around that track as many times as she liked. Maggie liked to believe if she ran fast enough, she'd begin to fly, and everything would be.. well.. perfect again.

(Leo's thoughts are going to be in english while his speaking lines will be in either Italian or accented english. Ill post a translator website along with the post if he does speak in Italian.)

Leo was walking through the deserted halls be escorted by a tall man with black glasses. I wonder if this douche is ever going to leave me alone. Leo thought.

Children around him snickered and pointed at him. "Hey! Theres the guito! He want some pasta?" A kid jeered at him, pointing a water bottle in his face. Leo couldn't understand him. So being the timid person he was bended the water out of the boys hands and froze the bo to the floor and kept on walking. Americans are so mean and cold. They deserve to be frozen. Leo thought.

 

He soon reached the front desk of the school where a woman gave him a schedule. Then the woman paged a student.

 

~Meanwhile~

A loud speaker sounded in Maggie's room. "MAGGIE PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE. I REPEAT MAGGIE PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE."

Adriana walked briskly though the halls avoiding the leftover students in the hallway. Adriana thought if she did this maybe the teachers would think she was heading to the bathroom, her dorm even. ANYWHERE more important than her classroom. Which she hated dearly. As her stomach rumbled she heard the lunch bell ring. 'Right on time.' She thought. At least there was one place in this school where she didn't have to hear the teachers talk on and on about how to kill someone. Who in their right mind wants to learn about that anyway?

Adriana sighed as she headed into the cafeteria. As she looked around the room, she saw everyone sitting separately from each other. 'This surely isn't what High school is like, is it?' She thought picking up a tray and seating herself, like everyone else, as far as possible from the other person at the table. Adriana took a bite of food and quickly tried to swallow it before she coughed it back up. She looked up as she heard commotion going on. One girl bullying another. Adriana would have intervened, had she cared enough. Which she didn't. As she watched the "bully" walk out of the cafeteria looking slightly bored, she continued eating. Because eating this food required full concentration.

Maggie jumped slightly when the intercom went off. She yanked her pillow over her ears to block out the sound. Someone please remind her why she cared? "Oh, for the love of cows," Maggie muttered under her breath. "What else do they want to take from me? I'm not going anywhere," She flopped onto her stomach to more efficiently block out any sound. If need be, she'd just smash this intercom like she did the last. It was enough they'd taken her from home. They didn't need to interrupt her while she sulked.

 

/sorry for small post ;; Inspirationlesss

As Adriana finished choking down her lunch she stood and made her way out of the cafeteria then continued roaming the halls with a false purpose. She walked past a small boy and a man with glasses. Adriana had never seen him before which means he's new, and that could only mean she was headed to the front desk. As she quickly turned around and headed the opposite way, she heard the intercom. Maggie? She heard that name before. That girl must be avoiding classes, just like herself. Adriana couldn't blame her for not wanting to go to class, she couldn't imagine anyone sitting there and actually listening to those teachers.

Adriana continued wandering the halls, there was still time for her to avoid classes without having to avoid teachers. She wondered what she could do in that time.

Leo watched the woman go red as Maggie wouldn't answer the intercom. " MAGGIE! A NEW STUDENT NEEDS YOUR ASSISTANCE HE NEEDS A BIG SISTER FIGURE PLEASE MAGGIE!" The secretary exclaimed. She didn't have any powers like the other staff but she actually cared about the well being of the children and thought this school was wrong. She looked out for Maggie. Leo just stared at the woman. Who is Maggie? What importance is she to me? Leo thought. He just needed to get out. " Um'a who'a is'a Maggie? Is she'a important to'a me?" He said with a heavy accent practicing his english. " Maggie is the student who will be in charge of you until you harness your abilities in this school, sweety." The secretary replied nicely.

Phoenix could no longer bear sit in the cafeteria while pretending to enjoy lunchtime. In his typical bad mood, he just stood up and walked around the tables heading towards the door tat would lead him to the corridors where the door to his room was located. As he walked, he kept his head down in wish not to speak to anybody, closing his eyes, letting his thoughts fly away. He remained walking, until, he felt that his body had bumped into something. A chair. While he walked carelessly, he didn

Phoenix kept staring at the girl in front of him. She looked just like the one he considered his mother. Like a perfect younger replica of her.. He couldn