Surdime High☯School For The Impossibly Gifted☯Open!☯Elements

[mindless.]

Dameon nodded a quick nod as he read a text message he had recieved from someone in the school. Sounded good. Silencing his phone he returned it to his black bag and yawned from his seat. Math was not something he really was excited for. Watching as more students flied in he fixed his datk hair once more before allowing his red brown eyes to wander. He hoped he did not give off a jerk vibe. It made him think of his old high school. Dae glanced around at the others to try and see if he recognized anyone. He did notice his roommate. Okay. So there was one. Ugh. Too many new people.


Nikki set her phone back quietly into her bag as she thought about the message. Oh she was going. But jist nervous of getting caught. Giving a polite smile of greeting to her roommate Fin, she turned back to her things. Resting on her desk along with her books was a sketchbook. Digging in the pencilcase he carried she got out a sketching pencil. 4H. Tapping it on her chin lightly a few moments to try and think of something she began thinking about the elemental battle that would be going on. Turning to the paper she began making the skilled smooth lines that would be one person.

[Small-but_deadly]

Samantha Hawk | Air | Blades
She used to be a morning person, but not any more. A wet nose on her face woke her, and the sound of snuffling as Roxy tried to wake her up. She opened her eyes and saw it was light, getting up she took no noticed of the boy that shared her dorm. She didn't really know him as the last few days had been confusing at the least and she wasn't that social. With Roxy beside her, Roxy had been put in the kennel but had come back up using her power of not being noticed, she got changed and wandered down to get food, eating a few slices of toast before taking Roxy back to the kennel.

It was awkward having a clever dog that could talk, as she had to resist urges to pamper and baby her, talking to her in a silly voice. Mussing up her hair and yawning she got ready to go to her first lesson, English. Uuurgh. English with a good teacher was fine if she was awake but English when she was tired. Not good.

At a leisurely pace she wandered to the class-room and chose a seat near the window.

[ayeo]

Throwing her head back, Noelles eyes skimmed her surroundings as she tried to find somebody she knew. Only noticing her fellow room mate and a couple of kids she bumped into the hall, Noelle couldn't find many. The sound of the chalk brushing against the board made her flinch as the kids were pulled into there seats, all socializing with one another. Great. . . Noelle growled in a low and secret tone as she pulled her head back up and leaning far into her seat feeling bored and slightly un-amused.

[sarcasteil]

Age: 14 Element: Water R.Status: Single Mood: Restless Location: Classroom

Scott closed his eyes for a moment. No, he wasn't sleeping, though that was a genius plan. No, he thought about what to draw. Twirling the 2B pencil in his fingers, he let them go as they wish, and whatever he got would be what he was going to draw. He found this very effective and managed to pass his Art classes with it. Opening them, Scott made out a base of a skull. Hm, yeah that'll do, he thought and got down to the full sketch of it. The curve of the cheekbone, the hollow eye sockets, and that mischievous yet deathly grin. Satisfied, he moved up a stage and began the details. Shading, for one. Then there was the cracks, and the task of making it appear deadly. Glancing at the class, it appeared that there was no teacher yet, so instead of having to be bored to death and end up like his marks of graphite on wood, Scott decided to draw a full skeleton. This was no simple task, and although he was relatively a good drawer, he only did a few full-body, and even those were sketches.

He thought about computing, the other skill he had. Yeah, he was alright, but he longed for enjoying long hours sitting down in front of the screen clicking this, typing that. Right now, he needed a new drawing tablet, seeing that his old one.. Had trouble with "feeling" the stylus, thus resulting with a poor-quality image. He sighed. Sometimes his addiction to technology annoyed even himself.

[doncaster.]

((FEAR NOT! I Am Here))

Finn Edward Holmes|Air|Single|The Shy Guy
He recognized his roommate as she turned to give him a friendly smile. His eyes flicked up for a split second and he gave her a nod of acknowledgement. He wasn't much in the way of being talkative. He turned his attention back to the paper in front of him, where his hand was mindlessly buzzing about the page, gripping the pencil loosely and leaving a rough sketch of an old guitar. He shaded gently around the bottom of the picture and sighed, flipping the book shut and tossing his pencil back into it's case. He glanced up at the front of the classroom where there was no teacher to be seen, at least not yet. He let his mind wander and he stared blankly out the window.

Kaylin Allouette Stark|Water|Single|The Chatterbox
I tapped my fingernails on my desk with a slight hint of boredom as I looked around the maths classroom. The room had slowly been filling up while I wasn't paying attention, so I looked for anyone that I recognized. I saw my roommate Scott and gave him a small wave, though he was too far away to talk to. I turned back and looked at the girl who sat beside me with the kittens beside her desk. I smiled at her in a friendly way. "Hi!" she said cheerily "I'm Kaylin" she decided to start introducing herself to people if she wanted to make any friends this year.

[cheshire.]

[Please try not to use font meme as it messes up the server.
Okay, just so everyone knows. We might all be different ages or something so im just going to make the teacher say an order and such and it wont be accurate so you'll make it from your own. . .Thats was badly explained. Anyway, here is the teachers speaking;]

Ray Peters strode into the room. His eyes landed on all the students. "Good to see you here. Welcome to Surdime High. I am your teacher Mr Peters and i own the element Air myself. Please open your text books and I will instruct you from there of course"Glancing around the room to make sure there were no leaks like last year, he moved to his own huge desk and found the sheets he had been looking for. These told him what he needed to know about the students.

(Okay, so technically your character can write something like this:Sophie watched the teacher. She tried hard to complete the tasks he threw at her though they were harder than she though.
That way your not specifically pointing out what your doing)

The red haired teacher heard the bell ring and a warm smile came across her face. Walking to the black board she started to write a series of equations, varying of style and technique. It took her a while but when she was done she dusted the chalk of her hands and turned to her class."I am Miss Pine, i control the element fire. Please copy the equations and write them the best that you can. This is just to see what level of maths you are at. But remember, you are all very special and it is unlikely that you will live a normal life. When i was younger maths was hard and it still is. But once i found out that i wouldn't need to use it as much as normal people i sort of danced for joy. So let me tell you a secret. Your overall performance throughout the year has little to do with how well your maths is because you will all most likely become part of a secret organization which i am not allowed to tell you information about, or you will become a teacher or something that involves helping schools for kids like you"
It was easy to see Maria was only 21 -as yous top aging when your 21-because she had a spirited act and was able to socialize with the students well.

||Brandon.V.Richards||Wearing||Seventeen||Single||

M o o d :N e r v o u s
Do i n g :W r i t i n g
E a t i n g :N o t h i n g
C o m p a n i o n s :S p l a s h
C r u s h :N o O n e
G i r l F r i e n d : O p e n

W h a t y o u k n o w
a b o u t r o c k i n ' a w o l f
o n y o u r
n o g g i n ? W h a t y o u
k n o w i n ' a b o u t
w e a r i n ' a f u r f o x s k i n ?
I ' m d i g g i n g , I ' m d i g g i n g ,
I ' m s e a r c h i n g r i g h t
t h r o u g h t h a t l u g g a g e
O n e m a n ' s t r a s h , t h a t ' s
a n o t h e r m a n ' s c o m e u p .

I ' m g o n n a p o p s o m e
t a g s
O n l y g o t t w e n t y d o l l a r s
i n m y p o c k e t
I - I - I ' m h u n t i n g ,
l o o k i n g f o r a c o m e - u p
T h i s i s f r e a k i n ' a w e s o m e

Brandon looked at all the students. He could tell their elements straight away. By the way they stood, looked, talked, everything. And then he saw someone familiar. Hanna. She was his room mate. Shooting her a quick smile of greeting he focused on the teacher. Ofcourse he did not want to be doing this and wondered if he shouldnt have turned up.

Apparently, you were allowed to miss class but you had to have a reason. Brandon knew that most kids used the stress of it all as their excuse. Flicking his mind back to his work he skimmed through his tasks lazily. When the teacher walked past him to see what he was doing, Brandon put on a concentrated face and without knowing it, pressed hard on the pen.

The ink started to squirt out and he panicked. Trying to brush it with his hand it smeared all over his work. The teacher couldnt see and Brandon tore the page out. He wrote extremely fast, trying to make up for all that he had lost. His writing became messy and he kept ripping bits in his paper.

Sighing he let his mind search out to his companions. And soon, Splash's voice entered his head, Tough day huh?Dont worry, i wont mess up my cage then. . .well, whats left of it. There was this fly and i had to get it, which included ripping up my bed mat and chewing on the wood of my kennel. . . .sorryBrandon leaned back in his chair, exasperated. Not replying to Splash he tried to calm down a bit.

Playing with a bracelet around his wrist he knew it ooked girly. It was a beautiful silver with dolphins charms around it. There were other charms too. A rain drop, a lightening bolt, a pearl and a small palm tree. Of course they all had their meanings to him but he would never tell anyone. Afraid that they would use the reasons against him he never told anyone.

||Nikita.S.Winters||Wearing||Nineteen||Single||

M o o d :C a s u a l
Do i n g :W a l k i n g
E a t i n g :A p p l e
C o m p a n i o n s :B a t m a n &
C o r n e l i u s
C r u s h :N o O n e
G i r l F r i e n d : O p e n


B o y , w e ' v e h a d a r e a l
g o o d t i m e
A n d I w i s h y o u t h e
b e s t o n y o u r w a y
E h e h
I d i d n ' t m e a n t o
h u r t y o u
I n e v e r t h o u g h t
w e ' d f a l l o u t o f
p l a c e
E h e h , h e y e y

I h a d s o m e t h i n g
t h a t I l o v e l o n g
B u t m y f r i e n d s
k e e p t e l l i n g m e
t h a t s o m e t h in g ' s
w r o n g
T h e n I m e t
s o m e o n e

Hearing her teacher say that maths was no big deal made her sigh. She said it every year to new students. And it was true. She had heard about some army group who used kids like herself to fight off terrorists. There were other jobs too. Being involved in the school and such. And being used as a guinea pig for scientists.

None of them sounded appealing and she would rather wash windows than be a teacher for teen agers. Yeah, she was one herself but she was able to see how annoying she got. And one parties the noise she made was horrific. Screaming and singing, stumbling over because she was drunk. But ofcourse, everyone did that once in a while.

Glancing at the girl next to her she quickly eyed here up. Seeing her look at her own kittens Nikita let her off the hook. Usually she was quiet and sometimes hostile towards other elements but when it came to her beautiful babies she couldn't help but show them off. Scribbling on a piece of paper she pointed it towards the kittens:


Ｂａｔｍａｎ Ｃｏｒｎｅｌｉｕｓ


The paper held their names. And a paw swiped out to try and grab the white monster looming over them. Nikita spotted Maria's gaze and pulled the paper away again. Leaning in to finish her work she would occasionally check on the sleeping kittens. When they mewed she would pat their heads and of course being the element Earth, they would calm down.

[ayeo]

.- N o e l l e -.

Name - Noelle Don Rose
Nickname - Elle
Currently - Writing
Feeling - Focused
Pets - Jimmy and Elvis {Lizards}
Bentley {Bernese Mountain Pup}
Crush - No one
Boyfriend - Open.

__________

My eyes focused hard on the paper before me, inked letters marked the page as I began to write down what was needed. Messing up a couple of times, I scratched over the mistakes and continued on. A few equations left me stumped but I managed to some how get through them. The palm of my writing hand began to ache quite a bit, so I placed the pen down and stared deeply towards my page admiring my work.

[dragonewe]

(Sorry, AGAIN guys. I have this thing to go to
Re-cap?)

[cheshire.]

[well, on my previous posts the teachers have come in and briefly explained themselves. And now school has started and the students are getting used to the level of work they are doing.
Nikita and Kaylin exchanged a brief moment in which they both admired the kittens Cornelius and Batman.
And Scott is sketching. All the other students are doing work and trying to look around to see if they know anyone.
Oh, and there is a-start of the year-Midnight Fight.]

[dragonewe]

{{Alexander Rhett/Mood:Nervous/Status:Busy/Doing: Rushing

Alex dressed quickly, putting on some jeans he found while multitasking and brushing his teeth. I am SO late! I am SO late! he repeated over and over again as he dressed. He began to wonder if anyone else here, wherever this was, was as scared as him. Wether it was only him how was desprately late to class from oversleeping. Sighing, he pulled on a plain tee-shirt and bid Macy adeiu before grabbing his bookbag and heading out the door. The squeak of his converse resounded loudly as Alex ran down the hall and to his first class of the day. Wait. What was his first class anyway? Did he even have classes now? I'm so screwed... he thought, slumping down and sitting in the middle of the hallway, waiting for a teacher, a student, anyone to come and help him.