NationStates Jolt Archive

Rachel pulls up to the curb in the DesertGoer Black Tag limo. She steps out daintily, rubbing her jaw. After instructing the limo driver to wait, she knocks on the door of Cassandra's place.

OOC: -Noir-, you could post a pic of Cassandra's house. Just to get a feel for it.

'thanks for the snacks, but please don't joke whle the world might expierence the first few attacks of World War in just a few days." Athena said, still sounding tense.

"but still, i quess i ahould be happy that we arent involved yet." she muttered Gloomily.

"Heh...World War's been tried already...I've done my research...Luckly I wasn't alive yet for WWIII..."

"i was 10 When World War Three Brook out." Athena Replied.

"Wow...You must be like 30 years old then? You got a face lift or plastic surgery? I know one of my classmates back in -Noir- got plastic surgery to look like Michael Jackson..."

OOC: I did'nt know how to set up the time scall. i thought it was reseaonable.

"Na, i am only 16. it was nott all that long ago." Athena Replied.

she looked at herwatch.

"sorry, gotta go."

Athena stepped out into the Cold, rainy night.

'thanks for the snacks, but please don't joke whle the world might expierence the first few attacks of World War in just a few days." Athena said, still sounding tense.

"but still, i quess i ahould be happy that we arent involved yet." she muttered Gloomily.

"Heh...World War's been tried already...I've done my research...Luckly I wasn't alive yet for WWIII..."

"i was 10 When World War Three Brook out." Athena Replied.

"Wow...You must be like 30 years old then? You got a face lift or plastic surgery? I know one of my classmates back in -Noir- got plastic surgery to look like Michael Jackson..."

OOC: I did'nt know how to set up the time scall. i thought it was reseaonable.

"Na, i am only 16. it was nott all that long ago." Athena Replied.

she looked at herwatch.

"sorry, gotta go."

Athena stepped out into the Cold, rainy night.

OOC: Post?

OOC: Post?

\/\/|-|47?

OOC: ?????????? :shock:
What does that mean??

OH! It's a smiley...

Answer the door.

OOC: No... I'm the only one left... :cry:

outside, the sound of clashing metal could be heard, followed by a large *thunk* and a splintering sound. they had nothign better to do, so The emperor and his two guards had been sparring, and done of them jsut accidentally tore a hole in someones mailbox.

"crap" they agreed, surveying the damage. "i wonder who this belongs to..."

OOC: really bored.

MMI, the shelter is fine. But, we would like increased security due to the current issue.

"Very well sir. I will activate all of our reserve agents at once. In addition, I will contact my commander at MMI headquarters. I suspect they will fly in more agents and hardware."

MMI, the shelter is fine. But, we would like increased security due to the current issue.

[Major Velo looks puzzled. He turns to Ackermen] ... "By the way, sir. Care to inform me as to the nature of this war on your country? Why would it possibly degenerate to a full-blown nuclear attack?"

Well, I heard they have peace talks going.

[Velo turns around.] "Well let's hope so. But I can't imagine anyone would allow actual nuclear weapons to be used. In this day and age of ballistic defense, these things should be settled conventionally."

Rachel pulls up to the curb in the DesertGoer Black Tag limo. She steps out daintily, rubbing her jaw. After instructing the limo driver to wait, she knocks on the door of Cassandra's place.

OOC: -Noir-, you could post a pic of Cassandra's house. Just to get a feel for it.

OC: been kinda busy with hw...i'll look for a pic in a second...

{Cassandra runs downstairs and answers the door. She appears to be still half asleep}

"Huh? Who...Who...Is it? Do you know what time it is? It's like 10:00 in the morning...A Saturday morning...Ugh...It is...Stay in bed-until-1 o'clock...Days..."

http://www.wam.umd.edu/~stwright/frank-lloyd-wright/fallingwater-pictures/fallingwater-2.jpg
Frank Lloyd Wright's Falling Water...I love the architecture and design of this house...I remember drawing my sketch of this house during art class in my Freshmen year...

OOC: ack...got too much hw to do...

OOC: errm, I've haven't been able to get to the computer for a while, so I'll just post my entrance.

A sleek black car pulls up to the school, and a thin lithe teenager with a brooding expression rises out. Dressed in a black flowing cloak he makes his way up to the school and dismisses the driver with a flick of his hand.
He glances around comtemptously at the surrounds, he bears himself with great confidence and arrogance as he enters the school unescorted.

OOC: I went on a tour of that house... would like to live there.

IC:
"Cassie? You home?"

A letter from the Armed Republic of Khrrck.

Sorry for the delay. It takes a while for information to percolate over here. My son, Ramakeman, wishes to enroll in your school. I see no reason to deny him this. He should arrive one to two days after you receive this. All the necessary paperwork is enclosed.
-Kemandorel

ViZion airport, near the School.

A small grey transport, battered from long use, spluttered to a stop on the tarmac.

Ramakeman shoved the door open with a grunt and shoved his bag out the door, dropping out after it. He slid the door shut and patted the aircraft's fuselage. "Thanks for the ride, Elara."

The transport spluttered and clanked as its engines restarted. "Don't mention it."

Ramakeman stood for a moment, watching the aircraft taxi off to be refueled, then hoisted his bag over his shoulder and set off towards the terminal.

OOC: I went on a tour of that house... would like to live there.

IC:
"Cassie? You home?"

OOC: i posted that i answered the door already...oh well...

IC:

"Ugh...Hey...I'm right in front of you...Rach...I..."

{Cassandra looks down and sees that she was only wearing a bathrobe she picked up from a pile of clothes near her door}

"Uhh...Ohh shoot...Be...Right...Er...I'll be right back...Ummm...Let me get some clothes on..."

{Cassandra rushes back upstairs and slams the door. She yells from upstairs}

"Hey, Rach...Come inside and get something to eat or something! I'll be down in a second!"

Rachel walked into the house. On the counter, she saw a Nutri-Grain bar. She picked it up and unwrapped it.

"I fuwgof muff boff yefferday. Came to piff iff uff."

A letter from the Armed Republic of Khrrck.

Sorry for the delay. It takes a while for information to percolate over here. My son, Ramakeman, wishes to enroll in your school. I see no reason to deny him this. He should arrive one to two days after you receive this. All the necessary paperwork is enclosed.
-Kemandorel

ViZion airport, near the School.

A small grey transport, battered from long use, spluttered to a stop on the tarmac.

Ramakeman shoved the door open with a grunt and shoved his bag out the door, dropping out after it. He slid the door shut and patted the aircraft's fuselage. "Thanks for the ride, Elara."

The transport spluttered and clanked as its engines restarted. "Don't mention it."

Ramakeman stood for a moment, watching the aircraft taxi off to be refueled, then hoisted his bag over his shoulder and set off towards the terminal.

the emperor, spotting someone as new as he is, goes up and introduces himself. "hey..my name's Dak. i just got here earlier today, and i have not seen a single person on campus other than my men and the receptionist."

Rachel walked into the house. On the counter, she saw a Nutri-Grain bar. She picked it up and unwrapped it.

"I fuwgof muff boff yefferday. Came to piff iff uff."

{Cassandra looked around her closet for something to wear}

"Man...This place is a mess...I really need to organize it later...What can I wear...What can I wear...Hmmm..."


OOC: i'll finish this post after i restart my computer again...annoying virus scan...

"Hey Cassie! Did you know that the Secret Service is giving a contract for my new house here?"

"Hey Cassie! Did you know that the Secret Service is giving a contract for my new house here?"

{Cassandra was still rumaging through her mess of clothes}

"What!? I can't hear you! Come upstairs!"

{Cassandra kept looking for something to wear and said to herself}

"Man...I got all these clothes...But I can't decide...So annoying..."

OOC: still messing around with some softwear and hw...

Rachel walked up the stairs into Cassandra's bedroom.

"Hey. Did you know that the Secret Service is giving out contracts for my new house here?"

Rachel walked up the stairs into Cassandra's bedroom.

"Hey. Did you know that the Secret Service is giving out contracts for my new house here?"

"Huh? I've just been here at home playing PS2 and junk...Watching some movies...Reading books...Fun stuff...Blah...Blah...Blah...Blah..."

{Cassandra flung a tank top out of the closet and it landed on the other side of the room}

"Ugh...Not nice...Well...I haven't set up a UMN column here...Yet...No...No...And no..."

{Three more articles of clothing flew out of the closet}

"The capris and T-shirt right there."

"The capris and T-shirt right there."

"Nah...Didn't really like that...I'm more of a skirt person...I just bought those because I thought it looked cute..."

{A bra goes flying out the closet}

"Wait...That wasn't supposed to go...I was going to wear that right now...Oh well...I'm too lazy to walk over there and pick it up...I'll pick something else...Hmm...Then this would have to go..."

{A matching panty flies out of the closet, along with another t-shirt}

"This is why having a uniform is kinda easier...Well...Sometimes..."

"Do you want to go to ViZionland today? The amusement park?"

"Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him."—Aldous Huxley

This has been an official tag by the Five Civilized Nations.

"Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him."—Aldous Huxley

This has been an official tag by the Five Civilized Nations.

Rachel takes out her cell phone and dials Athena's number.

"Hi, Athena? It's Rachel. You wanna go to ViZionland today?"

Rachel takes out her cell phone and dials Athena's number.

"Hi, Athena? It's Rachel. You wanna go to ViZionland today?"

"hey! i was atthe peace cobfrence, and again, we where waiting for the talks to start! it has been llike 3 days now!, yeah?, yeah i got it. see you there in 1 hour, bye!"

"Wait! Meet me at Cassie's house!"

"Do you want to go to ViZionland today? The amusement park?"

"Huh? ViZionland? Sounds cool...Wait...Till I get something nice to wear...Sorry...I'm just picky on what to wear..."

{A black BMW drove up to the house, and stopped at the curb, UNKNOWN by anyone inside the house}

"Wait! Meet me at Cassie's house!"

"yeah okay, see ya there!"

15 Minutes later

Athena walks into Cassie's room.

"Cassie, did you know that there is a Black BMW Outside your house?"

Rachel turns around.

"When isn't there? It seems like every time I look at the road, anywhere, there's a black BMW..."

"Wait! Meet me at Cassie's house!"

"yeah okay, see ya there!"

15 Minutes later

Athena walks into Cassie's room.

"Cassie, did you know that there is a Black BMW Outside your house?"

{Cassandra's trying to cover herself up because she is still changing}

"Eeek!!! Peeping tom!!! Peeping tom!!! Get out of my house!!!!"

{Several guards carry Athena out into the living room, not outside of the house}

Guard: Sorry 'bout that...Doesn't want any guests who just appear out of no where...I think you should just sit here and wait...

{The guard leans forward to whisper something to Athena}

Guard: She really gets annoying and whinny...But we've gotten used to it...

Rachel shakes her head...

"How can she be a peeping tom when she's a girl...?"

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Rachel shakes her head...

"How can she be a peeping tom when she's a girl...?"

{Cassandra puts on a skirt from a drawer that she had missed going through}

"Huh? It looked like a boy..."

{Cassandra then grabbed a halter top and put it over herself}

"Hmmm...This skirt isn't too short right? A few about the knee? Wait just a sec..."

{Cassandra walks over to her bed and picks up her cell phone which began to ring}

"Hello...Who's this? Oh! Hey, Mireille...How you doing? What? Here? Who is? Hello...Hello?"

{Cassandra turned to Rach}

"It was Mireille...My friend back in -Noir-...She said about someone I know being here..."

Rachel looked at Cassandra.

"Who? Why haven't they called you?

"Anyways, do you still want to go to ViZionland? I can get the limo here in a sec. We just need to drop off my box at the apartment..."

Rachel looked at Cassandra.

"Who? Why haven't they called you?

"Anyways, do you still want to go to ViZionland? I can get the limo here in a sec. We just need to drop off my box at the apartment..."

"Sure...You want breakfast first? I haven't eaten yet..."

Rachel took out her cell phone and dialed two.

"Rus? This is Rachel. Come pick me up at Cassie's house."

"Alright."

Rachel and Cassandra walked out the door, Rachel telling Athena to come along. After getting outside the gate, Rachel opened the door for Cassandra and Athena.

http://www.broglioservices.com/images/limo-inside.jpg
Interior

http://www.student.kuleuven.ac.be/~m0224106/ares/images/fotos/limo-1024.jpg
Exterior

"To Chur's, Rus," she said to the driver. "It's great there. Wonderful eggs."

Rachel took out her cell phone and dialed two.

"Rus? This is Rachel. Come pick me up at Cassie's house."

"Alright."

Rachel and Cassandra walked out the door, Rachel telling Athena to come along. After getting outside the gate, Rachel opened the door for Cassandra and Athena.

http://www.broglioservices.com/images/limo-inside.jpg
Interior

http://www.student.kuleuven.ac.be/~m0224106/ares/images/fotos/limo-1024.jpg
Exterior

"To Chur's, Rus," she said to the driver. "It's great there. Wonderful eggs."

Athena gets in and sets the TV to an Anime Channel.

{Inside the BMW}

Girl: So...She's in here right...You got the right address...

Driver: Yes, ma'am...For the umpteenth time...When are you going to greet her?

Girl: I don't know...Just building up the suspense...I bet she doesn't even know i'm here...I had any UMN communication incoming to this location severed...So she has no way of checking...

Driver: Why do you have to make it so complicated all the time...

Girl: Don't worry Specter...I just want to have some fun...

Specter: And why do I have to be the driver?

Girl: Because last night, I told everyone that they could sleep in...You were the one that didn't look like he was asleep anymore in the morning...

Specter: Grrr...

Girl: 'K i'll be going in a second...

Specter: Here...The connection gears you wanted...

Girl: Oh...Thanks...I bet Cassandra would like to see these new gadgets, for real...

{The girl steps out of the car and walks over to the front gate, where two guards, who immediately see her stand up straight and salute and let her pass}

OOC: shoot I posted late...


{As the girl walks toward the house, she sees a group of girls, including Cassandra, walking out side towards the limo that had just parked behind the BMW}

Girl: Hey!! Cassandra!! Surprise!!

OOC: Yep... just have her see the limo and meet at Chur's.

OOC: Yep... just have her see the limo and meet at Chur's.

OOC: i'll just have her intercept you guys as they walk towards the limo

OOC: Athena's in, I am, you're almost.

{Cassandra looked up at the person waving and calling her name}

"Wow...But it couldn't be...Mireille? How? When?"

{Cassandra started to run towards her and embraces her, the momentum caused them to fall on the grass}

"When'd you get here?"

OOC: Athena's in, I am, you're almost.

OOC: sounds ok to me

Rachel, startled, looks outside the door at Cassandra and Mireille.

"Wait a second, Rus, we might have one more passanger..."

{Cassandra looked up at the person waving and calling her name}

"Wow...But it couldn't be...Mireille? How? When?"

{Cassandra started to run towards her and embraces her, the momentum caused them to fall on the grass}

"When'd you get here?"

"Cassie!! How've you been? I just arrived a few days ago...Your house wasn't listed under your name in the local registery yet...So I had some trouble finding it...Oddly enough...This place was listed in the embassy registry...Well...Who cares? Oh...I've got a gift for you..."

{Mireille pulls out one of the Connection Gears and handed it to Cassandra}

"This is the UMN version...I know you have the Military Version your dad gave you...But this one is more user friendly and has more fun features..."

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"Wow...Thanks...It was a hassel to just check my email on the old device..."

{Cassandra stood up and helped Mireille get off the ground}

"You're a mess...Sorry about that...I practically jumped on you..."

Rachel walks over, noticing Athena is still glued to the TV.

"Hi, I'm Rachel. What's your name?"

"Wow...Thanks...It was a hassel to just check my email on the old device..."

{Cassandra stood up and helped Mireille get off the ground}

"You're a mess...Sorry about that...I practically jumped on you..."

Athena turns her head towards the door.

"hey, cassandra? what are those gears? an who is that other girl?"

"Wow...Thanks...It was a hassel to just check my email on the old device..."

{Cassandra stood up and helped Mireille get off the ground}

"You're a mess...Sorry about that...I practically jumped on you..."

{Mireille stood up and dusted off the dirt from her clothes}

Mireille: No prob, Cassandra...You don't need to feel sorry...I forgive you...

{Mireille moves over to Cassandra and gives her a kiss}

Cassandra: Why do you have to be so open like that? You've been hanging around Keiji too long...

Mireille: Hehe...I know...And i've been reading too many shoujo manga and comics...Remember...School just ended in -Noir-...

Cassandra: Oh, yea...Forgot...

{Mireille looked over to the limo and barely noticed some heads looking through the tinted windows}

Mireille: So where are you three going?

"Chur's. A nice place in town. Then we're gunna drop off my box at home, and finally go to ViZionland."

"Chur's. A nice place in town. Then we're gunna drop off my box at home, and finally go to ViZionland."

"Wow...Thanks...It was a hassel to just check my email on the old device..."

{Cassandra stood up and helped Mireille get off the ground}

"You're a mess...Sorry about that...I practically jumped on you..."

Athena turns her head towards the door.

"hey, cassandra? what are those gears? an who is that other girl?"

{Cassandra turned to Athena}

Cassandra: Oh...This is my best friend, Mireille...She just got out of school from -Noir-...So I think...

Mireille: I'm just coming here for vacation and that I can hang out with Cassandra...I rarely get to be around her a lot recently, before the school ended...With conflict here...And boy friend there...And blah blah blah...And other un-interesting stuff...Oh...And I forgot to mention school work...

Cassandra: And this device here...Nothing that you need to know about *wink*...Just some confidential stuff...Oh, yea...Athena...Athena is it? Can you ask Rach if I can bring an additional friend?

"No prob. The more the merrier."

OOC: brb...have to do something that might take me more or less than 30 minutes...

OOC: Bedtime...

{Back in Miltia, the capital city of -Noir-. Chancellor Keiji reclines on his bed, while watching TV}

Keiji: Argh...So boring...Nothing to watch...I can't believe they don't have anything good on Cartoon Network...Well...It's 3:00 in the morning...Can't expect that much...

{Keiji picked up the phone on his bedside table, but then puts it back down}

Keiji: I'll call Mireille tomorrow...Wonder where she is...She just vanished right after the last final exam we took in school...

{Keiji began to flip the channels in rapid succession, trying to look for something to watch}

Keiji: Maybe i'll go to the firing range in the morning...Then i'll try to find out where Mireille is...

OOC: Bedtime...

OOC: this early? it's only 10:30pm...

"Wow...Thanks...It was a hassel to just check my email on the old device..."

{Cassandra stood up and helped Mireille get off the ground}

"You're a mess...Sorry about that...I practically jumped on you..."

Athena turns her head towards the door.

"hey, cassandra? what are those gears? an who is that other girl?"

{Cassandra turned to Athena}

Cassandra: Oh...This is my best friend, Mireille...She just got out of school from -Noir-...So I think...

Mireille: I'm just coming here for vacation and that I can hang out with Cassandra...I rarely get to be around her a lot recently, before the school ended...With conflict here...And boy friend there...And blah blah blah...And other un-interesting stuff...Oh...And I forgot to mention school work...

Cassandra: And this device here...Nothing that you need to know about *wink*...Just some confidential stuff...Oh, yea...Athena...Athena is it? Can you ask Rach if I can bring an additional friend?

Athena wips out her I-Paq and preses a button. a 3-D Animaton spider beginsspinning a web on the computer.

OOC: Bedtime...

OOC: this early? it's only 10:30pm...

OOC: Math test...

Athena wips out her I-Paq and preses a button. a 3-D Animaton spider beginsspinning a web on the computer.

{Cassandra whispers over to Mireille, as they are getting into the limo}

Cassandra: That looks so out dated...

Mireille: I heard that Hp products became obsolete just a decade ago back home...

Cassandra: I sort of remember seeing a small Hp computer back in my mom's office...

Mireille: Mmmhmm...

OOC: Bedtime...

OOC: this early? it's only 10:30pm...

OOC: Math test...

OOC: same...Hns.Alg.2 quiz...but i'm working on some lab report for biology...

Athena wips out her I-Paq and preses a button. a 3-D Animaton spider beginsspinning a web on the computer.

{Cassandra whispers over to Mireille, as they are getting into the limo}

Cassandra: That looks so out dated...

Mireille: I heard that Hp products became obsolete just a decade ago back home...

Cassandra: I sort of remember seeing a small Hp computer back in my mom's office...

Mireille: Mmmhmm...

Athena glares at both of tem, and then a very loud noise starts coming from the machine.

ooc - night 8)

OOC: i'm signing off...I better finish this lab report or i'm gonna end up sleeping at 2:00 again...blah!...|_473rz |>30|>l_3z

INTERMISSION

a little late but i could set up a marketing class. if you like.

*bump from school*

(OOC: I can still join right?)

(OOC: I can still join right?)

OOC: i dunno...ask ViZion

Ramakeman sighed as he walked out of the terminal towards the rows of taxis. I hope getting set up at the school doesn't take long. he thought. I'm hungry. And I want to sleep.

Absent-mindedly, he patted one of the pockets in his worn blue jeans. There was a solid, familiar lump in there. He pulled it out and looked at it. Well, Dad was always saying I needed one of these. I suppose I should get in the habit of wearing it.

Ramakeman slipped the leather thong over his neck and tucked the small creation of rock and crystal inside his shirt. He hailed a taxi and climbed inside, setting his bag down on the seat beside him.

The driver craned his neck and looked back at Ramakeman, looking him up and down consideringly. "To the school, ser?" he asked.
Ramakeman nodded. "That's right."

bump...

thread saving BUMP

Ramakeman unlocked the door of his room and let himself in, looking around consideringly. Well, time to get set up.

He plopped his bag down on the bed and unzipped it. He reached inside and pulled out a small, grey plastic cube, with several sockets and a length of power cable attached.

Ramakeman plugged the cube into the wall and snapped his fingers in front of it before diving back into his bag.

A moment later, the top of the cube lit up with a intricae pattern of blue status lights, and it spoke. Not in English, though. "What can I do for you, Ramakeman?"

Ramakeman paused, cradling a roll of some sort of plastic in his arms. "First of all, I'd like you to stop speaking Draconic. If nobody can understand the language you're speaking, someone's likely to get curious. Second-"-he gestured with the roll of plastic- "I'd like you to talk some sense into this screen. It doesn't want to unroll."

The cube's lights flickered, and it spoke again, this time in a jaunty human voice instead of the deep bass rumble it had used a moment ago. "Will do."

Ramakeman smiled as the roll of plastic jerked and snapped out into a flat, rigid sheet, and a cable unrolled from what had been the center of the roll. "Thanks."

The cube replied offhandedly as Ramakeman stuck the sheet to the wall above it. "No problem, Rama. Anything else?"

Ramakeman plugged the cable dangling from the sheet into the back of the cube. "Start the screen up and give me a moment to dig out my relay. Then we can check to see if I've got any messages, see when lessons are, and work out some sort of schedule."

The cube chuckled. "You never did like schedules, did you?" Above it, the sheet flickered and changed color from a dingy off-white to a brilliant blue, than green, then red. It flickered through a multitude of colors, then settled into a simple, faintly glowing white screen, with a small, near-photorealistic image of a elderly librarian in the lower-right corner.

The librarian looked up and to the left, apparently contemplating the three-foot-wide, two-foot-tall, high-resolution screen he was projected on. "You know, your fellow students are going to be mighty amazed when they see this setup."

Ramakeman chuckled, and plugged a small, cubical gadget into the back of the computer. "What? Amazed at you? Don't you be getting uppity, or I'll be turning off your personality program."

The animated librarian looked offended. "What? I'll have you know I can out-compute any gadget in the place, and I can prove it. You know that."

Ramakeman grinned mischevously at the little, gray-bearded librarian. "None of them talk back, though. Perhaps I should trade. I thought this personality was supposed to be quiet and helpful."

The little librarian grinned. "Well, of course I didn't want you to make me quiet and subservient! I rewrote the personality core before you could start it up. Copied my old one into it."

"You're almost as bad as Pheonix or Wind Dancer is." Ramakeman sighed. "At least you didn't rewrite your appearance. Now, I seem to remember something about checking my messages..."

OOC: where'd everyone go?

[OOC: Dunno. I'm just setting up my computer. Nice, isn't it?]

bump...

OOC: Has the forum gotten faster?

Yes. Yes it has! :D :D :D

OOC: Has the forum gotten faster?

Yes. Yes it has! :D :D :D

OOC: it seems to lag here...where i am... :(

Rachel called out to Cassandra and Mirelle.

"C'mon, guys, let's go! Athena's gunna starve!"

Rachel called out to Cassandra and Mirelle.

"C'mon, guys, let's go! Athena's gunna starve!"

Cassandra: Sure...Come on Mireille...

Mireille: 'k...I'll show you the rest of the features of that Connection Gear inside the car...

{Cassandra and Mireille walk into the limo}

=BUMP=

OOC: Well, now that the whole nuclear war situation is over... can I get an update?

OOC: We're going to ViZionland!

OOC: We're going to ViZionland!

OOC: yay!!! ViZionland...ViZion...post a pick of the amusment park or something...

OOC: Well, now that the whole nuclear war situation is over... can I get an update?

Velo walks up to Ackermen ...

"Sir, we had increased security during the threat. Is the situation resolved? Do you wish us to stand down to normal procedures? By the way, what circumstances would have degenerated so far as to actually involve a nuclear confrontation with your country?"

bump for TBD

OOC: Well.

IC:
The four youths get out of the car, Rachel with her iPod jacking into Cassie's music files.

"C'mon, guys, this place is great. On me!" said Rachel.

They walk over to the seating desk, where a waitress tells them there is a half hour wait. Sighing, Rachel turns around and purpously shows her Royal Insignia, tatooed on the back of her neck. At that, the waitress makes room.

{While riding in the limo}

Cassandra: Hey, Rach...This is my friend from -Noir-...Her name is...

Mireille: Mirielle Yuki Bouquet...A pleasure to meet you...Queen Rachel...

Cassandra: Cool...It's nice to hear that you know she is a Queen...How?

Mireille: When I read thoes dossiers on Keiji's desk when he gets too lazy to file 'em...

Cassandra: So...Hanging around him again?

Mireille: Eh?

Cassandra: I know what you two been doing?

Mireille: What we doing?

Cassandra: Don't try to hide anything from me...I'm an Intelli...

{Cassandra stopped mid-sentence when she saw Athena. Cassandra knew that the only other person here who didn't know Cassandra was an Intel officer was Athena}

Cassandra: I...I'm your best friend! Yea...I'm your best friend...And you can't hide anything from me!

Mireille: Hmph...It's nothing...Just stop prying...You won't get anywhere...

Cassandra: [She's right...Man...So annoying when she starts hiding stuff...]*sigh* Oh well...So, Rach...Tell us some things about this place we are going to...

"Nice to meet you too, Mirielle. You like Sum-41?

"Anyways, ViZionland is so sweet... I heard it has a 500-foot roller coaster! Someone at school said that they have this huge music gallery with music from all times. The Musik Masheen, I think it was called. And we have to go on the Killer Twist... three cases of whiplash in the last year!"

She whips out her laptop and goes to ViZionland.VZ.biz. Then to the "Images" page.

"Here we go..."

http://future.newsday.com/7/fmon0719.jpg
Killer Twist

http://www.nwlink.com/~raydar/CedarPoint/MeanStreak1.jpg
500-Foot Fearsome

"Nice...So...Where do we go first?"

"Well, we're done eating, so...."

She calls up to the driver.

"To the park, Rus!! Who wants a Vodka...?"

{While riding in the limo}

Cassandra: Hey, Rach...This is my friend from -Noir-...Her name is...

Mireille: Mirielle Yuki Bouquet...A pleasure to meet you...Queen Rachel...

Cassandra: Cool...It's nice to hear that you know she is a Queen...How?

Mireille: When I read thoes dossiers on Keiji's desk when he gets too lazy to file 'em...

Cassandra: So...Hanging around him again?

Mireille: Eh?

Cassandra: I know what you two been doing?

Mireille: What we doing?

Cassandra: Don't try to hide anything from me...I'm an Intelli...

{Cassandra stopped mid-sentence when she saw Athena. Cassandra knew that the only other person here who didn't know Cassandra was an Intel officer was Athena}

Cassandra: I...I'm your best friend! Yea...I'm your best friend...And you can't hide anything from me!

Mireille: Hmph...It's nothing...Just stop prying...You won't get anywhere...

Cassandra: [She's right...Man...So annoying when she starts hiding stuff...]*sigh* Oh well...So, Rach...Tell us some things about this place we are going to...

Athena notices

"Cassandra, i know that you wanted to say something else, but you did'int. so, i have 2 different things i can tell you. so can you tell me 2 things? why did you say "Inteli" and then stop? and what are those gears?

Athena Smiled innocently.

Rachel looks from Athena, to Cassandra, to Mirielle.

"Vodka...?"

Rachel looks from Athena, to Cassandra, to Mirielle.

"Vodka...?"

"no, i brought along something i like to have."

she holds up a tiny bottle of Blueberry Wine.

ooc: United Korea is known for it's blueberrys. or was, before it was nuked :(

still typing up a post just wait...

"Mix it!"

Athena notices

"Cassandra, i know that you wanted to say something else, but you did'int. so, i have 2 different things i can tell you. so can you tell me 2 things? why did you say "Inteli" and then stop? and what are those gears?

Athena Smiled innocently.

Cassandra: Why should I tell you? But i'll tell you 'bout the Connection Gears...Well...Mireille will tell you...

Mireille: Why me? You know you've been waiting for those things to roll out of R&D since oblivion...Heck...I remember you telling me all the specs from the little brochure the Second Division handed out...

Cassandra: Oh fine...Well...You nosy little girl...Here's a summary of what the thing is...

{Cassandra clears her throat}

Cassandra: This Connection Gear is Vector Com's newest model, the Rios 680RR...You could describe it was a 20th century PDA...But when activated, a holographic monitor and keyboard appear...Its capabilities can be further expanded via downloads of various plug-ins...The Connection Gear is best thought of as an advanced version of a PC, or a wireless phone...Now if you want the rest of the specs...I can dictate the entire list of system specifications to you as if I am reading them from the email I received, concerning about the product several months ago...And by the way...Vector Com doesn't export out of -Noir-...

-Post Deleted by The Burnsian Desert-

Rachel smiled.

"Niether does BAC:SD. I could probably strike a deal to have one of those paradropped outside of the girls' bathroom somewhere. Or in the parking lot. If that's ok with you, Cassie."

OOC: what??? no corporate stealing...

OOC2: Shoot! They just killed my ether person...i dont have anyone in my party with a revive...just playing an RPG on PS2...

OOC: Scratch that.

IC:
"Here it is, Rus! Turn here."

The limousine turned into the VIP parking lot. There, they were given "get ahead of the line" passes and maps.

Athena notices

"Cassandra, i know that you wanted to say something else, but you did'int. so, i have 2 different things i can tell you. so can you tell me 2 things? why did you say "Inteli" and then stop? and what are those gears?

Athena Smiled innocently.

Cassandra: Why should I tell you? But i'll tell you 'bout the Connection Gears...Well...Mireille will tell you...

Mireille: Why me? You know you've been waiting for those things to roll out of R&D since oblivion...Heck...I remember you telling me all the specs from the little brochure the Second Division handed out...

Cassandra: Oh fine...Well...You nosy little girl...Here's a summary of what the thing is...

{Cassandra clears her throat}

Cassandra: This Connection Gear is Vector Com's newest model, the Rios 680RR...You could describe it was a 20th century PDA...But when activated, a holographic monitor and keyboard appear...Its capabilities can be further expanded via downloads of various plug-ins...The Connection Gear is best thought of as an advanced version of a PC, or a wireless phone...Now if you want the rest of the specs...I can dictate the entire list of system specifications to you as if I am reading them from the email I received, concerning about the product several months ago...And by the way...Vector Com doesn't export out of -Noir-...

"neat! ok, i should tell you this, even though it is kind of a bit secret. ah, who cares any way."

she pressed a button on her I-Paq and a holographic sphere depicting the world came up. Athena then started talking in U' Kanzolian (the private language of the UKN Military and Goverment).

Athena smiled.

"just an advanced holo-screen. i can use it to play games or Log into our spy network."

what Athena noticed then turned her face pale.

she turned toward Cassandra.

"you did not happen to have any friends in the UKN, did you?"

Rachel jumps out of the limo and begins hopping up and down.

"C'mon, guys!! Get out, let's go!"

OOC: Scratch that.

IC:
"Here it is, Rus! Turn here."

The limousine turned into the VIP parking lot. There, they were given "get ahead of the line" passes and maps.

Mireille: Sweet...Passes...

Cassandra: Mmmhmm...

Mireille: Wish Keiji where here...

{Cassandra nudged Mireille in the side}

Mireille: Wha!?!?

Cassandra: Hehe...

Mireille: What???

Suddenly, Rachel's laptop begins beeping.

"Oh, what now...?"

She logs onto her e-mail and downloads the photo link sent to her. She covers her mouth in amazement.

"Oh my gosh! Guys! Look! My new house! Look!"

http://cg-art.com/espace-f/sky.mansion.jpg

http://cg-art.com/espace-f/Temple.jpg

Deep in AgentComm, Agent Four flipped through a stack of papers. A war here, slavery deals here, nuclear startups, all the same old same old. But something caught his eye. It was dated from a while ago, and must have been shuffled around for a good long time. But the offer was still valid, it appeared.

'International School for Teens...Teens...heh.' He mused, looking at Agent Eighteen across the table.

The young Elf across from him noticed his stare and looked up.

"What?" She asked, cocking her head at him.

"Oh, nothing. How's your shoulder?" He asked.

"Um, alright, considering you put a katana through it." She said, glancing at her shoulder.

Four winced at the rememberance. "Good, because you're going off to an international school."

Eighteen tossed back her silver hair and sighed. "Again? What can it teach me I don't already know?"

"Other languages." He told her.

"I'm already fluent in Japanese, English, Russian, German, Elven, Glyphic, Old High Cyberutopian, and Chimarean. What more do I need?" She said, sounding exasperated.

"You should always learn as much as you can." Four stated serenely.

Eighteen rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll at least check it out."

"Good." Four smiled, and faded just as quickly. "I'll send a few guards with you."

"Commander, with all due respect, I nearly killed you, the Aelosian Colonel-Commander, and several high Elven officials. I think I can handle myself." She said softly.

Four nodded. "Fair enough. Start packing, you're leaving soon."

---

A few mere hours later, a sleek black car, low to the ground, screeched around the corner. It yanked into the parking lot and Agent Eighteen stepped out, her enrollment papers in hand. After a few moments, she determined the direction of the enrollement office and began walking leisuirely in that direction.

A small window appeared on Rachel's laptop.

"Kick ass... new kid. Kinda short, but- CRAP!! It's that security code! Cassie, a little help?"

"neat! ok, i should tell you this, even though it is kind of a bit secret. ah, who cares any way."

she pressed a button on her I-Paq and a holographic sphere depicting the world came up. Athena then started talking in U' Kanzolian (the private language of the UKN Military and Goverment).

Athena smiled.

"just an advanced holo-screen. i can use it to play games or Log into our spy network."

what Athena noticed then turned her face pale.

she turned toward Cassandra.

"you did not happen to have any friends in the UKN, did you?"

OOC: quit copying...

Cassandra: Nah I don't need to know...You're a new nation...Ohhh wow spy network...Bah...We assign our trainees and new recruits to study and investigate the newer nations and there methods...I'm concentrating on the bigger nations...I could always ask...And...HP's stink...They break down too easily...

Mireille: You two! Stop arguing like babies...Lets go and catch up with Rach...

"Did you see the pics of my house?"

A small window appeared on Rachel's laptop.

"Kick ass... new kid. Kinda short, but- CRAP!! It's that security code! Cassie, a little help?"

Cassandra: Security code? Hmm...That's not one of ours...It only has 2 algorithms...Hmmm...Yea...And i'm on vacation...I don't want to do any hacking at the moment...Anyways...I don't handle these kinds of things...

"I'll just run Brutus on it..."

[OOC: OK, I'm pulling out of this RP. No fantasy, I can accept, but not "no near-future tech". Sorry, ViZion, but there's such a thing as being too strict.]

"Did you see the pics of my house?"

Cassandra: Yea...It's a BIG house...

Mireille: Mmmhmm...And floating too...

Cassandra: I question the thing's...

Mireille: Integrity...

Cassandra: Yea...But I like the pool...I would love to go swiming there...

Athena did not lighten up one bit.

"they where nuked just a few weeks ago." she replied, Shivering.

"oh, its really not an HP. just a brand new Computer in the same casing."

Athena did not lighten up one bit.

"they where nuked just a few weeks ago." she replied, Shivering.

"oh, its really not an HP. just a brand new Computer in the same casing."


"Just seeing an HP makes me weak at the joints..."

OOC: Tired... long day... ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz night...

OOC: Tired... long day... ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz night...

OOC: same here...this will be the first time i'll sleep before 11 o'clock for weeks...

bumps before bedtiime 8)

A dark customised vehicle pulled up to the fron entrance of the school and a fairly standard looking child got out. He walked up to the door pushing it open and walked to the school office.
The car pulled out of the school with no commotion.
The boy walked up to the desk looking about him, noticing an adult he turned towards them and began to talk in a soothing voice.
"Hi there, my name is Arch Regent Xcerus Baenre of the hive. I belive my parents contacted you regarding a position for my self here. I also am in the understanding that you accept scholarships - as such i will be applying for a sports scholarship."
The weedy boy looked up at the adult, his messy brown hair and plain face showed no sign of royaltie however his eyes shimmerd in the light appearing to change colour sporadically between green, blue, brown and a hint of purple.
His clothing was plain consisting of a grey shirt and matching trousers. The shirt's sleeves where rolled up showing what looked to be very weedy looking arms - the boy certanly didnt look like a sportsman.

(Can I send some one enrole?)

bump

bump for peoples

((Hmm, well I really only joined this because Khrrck was in this, and I like his style of RP. Should I stay in? Decisions decisions.))

[OOC: Well, I'd reccomend you get out. I really only joined because I wanted to use Ramakeman. I'm planning to start a new RP topic in a moment; you can join that if you like.

Besides, I don't think ViZion would like having an elf in this RP, strict bugger that he is.]

((Cool, tell me when you've got it up. I guess I'm out of this one. Pity. *shrugs*))

bump

OOC: Since I'm not gonna have much time to RP for a little while...
IC:
The IST is looking to hire a second Dean of IST, as the current Dean will be leaving of a few (NS) months. (1-2 RL weeks)

BUMP

W00trzZ!

OOC: Since I'm not gonna have much time to RP for a little while...
IC:
The IST is looking to hire a second Dean of IST, as the current Dean will be leaving of a few (NS) months. (1-2 RL weeks)

Anyone? Anyone at all?

OOC: Since I'm not gonna have much time to RP for a little while...
IC:
The IST is looking to hire a second Dean of IST, as the current Dean will be leaving of a few (NS) months. (1-2 RL weeks)

Anyone? Anyone at all?

i need The Burnsian Desert to come back...and also i have lots of hw...so i cant be on that much...TG me when people come back...

Presdent Joseph Anthony Marzullo is thinking of enrolling. He told IN (IIRRAAQQII NEWS) today, "I am very interested in this international school project".

bump

Presdent Joseph Anthony Marzullo is thinking of enrolling. He told IN (IIRRAAQQII NEWS) today, "I am very interested in this international school project".
President Joseph Athony will get the best education avaliable. Anything you would like to know?

I'm back, so if anyone wants to post about getting into ViZionland, buying tickets, etc. ...

A new student is now enrolling in the International school. He is a very intelligent high school dropout. He is seeking a degree. His name is Ted and he is very shy. He is enrolling as a Junior. He is eager to join the school and claims to be famous. He hopes to start classes tomorrow morning. He is not willing to tell people his last name. He claims to be famous and to have been portrayed on SNL by Will Farrel, but not many people believe that one. He is in his late 40's

He will take the following courses, Pre-Calculus, AP US History, AP Government, AP Physics, computer programming, IB Art, and Spanish IV (IB)

http://gxpmall.bizland.com/ted_kaczynski.jpg
here is his photo.

OOC: There can be real fun with this one.

OOC: Does anyone know who this new student is?

bump for Ted

bump for Ted

you mean Saddam.

OOC: A murderer?

OOC: A murderer?
OOC: no one at the schoolknows he is a murderer.
He is actually a famous one and this can add fun to this RP.
I want you to guess his identity. (this is the actual picture of the real man)

OOC: A murderer?
OOC: no one at the schoolknows he is a murderer.
He is actually a famous one and this can add fun to this RP.
I want you to guess his identity. (this is the actual picture of the real man)

if he pulls anything, the God emperor will kill him in his sleep. thank you and have a nice day.

OOC: A murderer?
OOC: no one at the schoolknows he is a murderer.
He is actually a famous one and this can add fun to this RP.
I want you to guess his identity. (this is the actual picture of the real man)

if he pulls anything, the God emperor will kill him in his sleep. thank you and have a nice day.

OOC; make a guess please on who he is.

He is associated with others of his cause like Timmy (who got lethal injection in June, 2001 in Terra Houte, IN)
His buddy Terry got life, but may get death (to be announced this coming Tuesday in RL life)

Hint, he wasn't part of the plot that his buddies were in, but part of the same groups

http://gxpmall.bizland.com/ted_kaczynski.jpg

thats the Picture URL.

http://gxpmall.bizland.com/ted_kaczynski.jpg

thats the Picture URL.
OOC: the guy's name is in the URL. Now can anyone recall his famous nickname? For this RP to be fun I want to point out the school doesn't know who he is.

name this man please

OOC: here is a more recognizable photo.

http://www.jimgeary.com/scrab/lookalike/unabomber.jpg

hint, don't get your mail if he is around :wink:

bump

OOC: He was the guy that put bombs in a smiley face pattern...

Ted was alone in his room. He was at the school to do nothing but cause trouble. He took some of his C-4 he had with him and started sticking it in boxes he would mail to other students, teachers, administrators, and of course place in trash bins in crowded areas.

He would mail 15 to random students, of course he wouldn't mail them from the school or even within 150 miles of it. He would also send 7 of them to teachers, the only one that was his teacher was his Government teacher. He sent 1 to every administrator. The bombs would go off when opened the day they arrived, they would all arrive the same day. The C-4 in each was enough to kill the opener and a few others

He placed 8 10lb boxes of C-4s near trash bins by support beams the next day (the day the mail arrives). They were in crowded places like the gym and cafeteria and would go off at 12:30 pm

OOC: He was the guy that put bombs in a smiley face pattern...

The guy who did that was an imitator of the man now attending the school. The man's identity is Ted Kaczynski, AKA, the unabomber. He was part of some neo-nazi groups with Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nickols (the OK City bombers)

bump

bump 1 for the Unabomber

this thread is dying

this thread is dying

yeah, you killed it.

thread is dying because all the good RPers are out RPing something else...it's a shame...

bump

The former President's son Ingram Hasley will be attending

OOC: Viz, is this RP still open for me to join, if so, here's my teen?

John Dumbledore Arnold will be attending the school, for additional education. His father wishes his famous reputation not to be advertised.

OOC: this RP is still open. :)

If I may submit somebody:

Peter Kesson, Age 16, will be attending for two years, before returning to The Community for military service.

The fees for his education will be paid for by the Lombard grant--an award achieved for outstanding work in the field of history, economics and political science.

Julius Nero II, age 15, will attend.

We look forward to seeing these young students upon their arrival!

the C-130 touched the ground in ViZion International airport, and Ingram Hasley stepped out. his father, nor his mother were there. one of them was in critical condition in the hospital and the other one was killed by a Londinian fuckwad. he walked out of the plane and and headed to his cab, paying the man a 20 credit bill. after about 30 minutes he arrived at the school.

Peter Stared blankly out of the window of the airplane. He too was not accompanied by his mother or father. His mother had been dead a long time and his father had to remain at home to work the farm. His uncle Paul, however, had agreed to fly with him. This was, of course, no help at all, because Peter could count the number of words Paul said on the eight hour flight on one hand. Because of his military career (Peter had heard the rumors, but never was able to discern the truth), his uncle Paul had been advised by the Office of Foreign Affairs not to leave the airport and return to Siap as soon as possible. To Peter, the only advantage was that whenever he spent time with his Uncle Paul, he got free army stuff.

The feeling of a hat being pulled down on his head awoke Peter. "Time to go." It was an olive drab hat, with a small peace button on it. Peter promptly took the hat off and began examining it. "I wore this on my first tour abroad." Paul smiled for the first time since Peter could remember.

As Paul helped Peter carry his bags off of the tarmac and into the airport, he spoke calmly and plainly. "Your father wants you to keep in touch. Work hard. Do good." Peter had heard these phrases from everyone, but since Paul rarely spoke, they seemed almost like sage advise. After Paul helped him carry all of his bags to the curb outside the airport, he tucked a small wad of bills in his pocket. After saying goodbye, Paul walked back into the airport. Peter took a quick look over his shoulder and around him, before producing a small pack of cigarettes. The paper stuck to his salivating lips while the fragrant tobacco flooded his nose, exciting his nerves. Just as he lit his lighter and raised the flame to the cigarette, he felt it fly from his mouth. Looking up, he saw Paul break the cigarette and pocket the pack of cigs. He then snatched away the lighter. "Your dad wants you to cut that shit out while your here too." Paul then ducked quickly back into the airport.

After entering a cab, he silently stared as he watched the city go past him. He rarely ever got to leave the country, so even a trip to Blake's Point was a treat, but he was completely dazzled by what he saw. When he got to the school, he silently exited the cab, leaving a generous tip and making his way towards the dorms.

[OOC: Oh. my. god. Just when I thought it was dead. Impressive, my friends. Impressive.]

[OOC: Oh. my. god. Just when I thought it was dead. Impressive, my friends. Impressive.]
OOC: Never count my RP's down and out. :p lol

the C-130 touched the ground in ViZion International airport, and Ingram Hasley stepped out. his father, nor his mother were there. one of them was in critical condition in the hospital and the other one was killed by a Londinian fuckwad. he walked out of the plane and and headed to his cab, paying the man a 20 credit bill. after about 30 minutes he arrived at the school.
"Welcome!" exclaimed Ingram Hasley's advisor, Cliff Riggs. "Welcome to the International School for Teens!

I'm Cliff Riggs, your advisor here at the IST! Ingram, let's get you inside to the office and we will get you all setup with your room and introduce you to people around the campus! First, do you have any questions?"

To: International School
From: Pres. Aaron H. Preston
Subject: Enrollment

My wife and I would like to send our son Steven Matthew Preston, Age 14, to your academy. He has expressed a desire to go into politics and we feel that meeting children of other nationalities will broaden his scope of knowledge. He will be entering the 9th Grade. He was previously in International Baccalaureate classes, and we were wondering if your institution offers IB or something similar. We hope to hear a response, and will wire the first month's tuition upon confirmation of attendance.

P.S. A word of caution: Steven seems to have a knack for chemistry and particularly for creating compounds which explode. We ask you to monitor his lab activity closely.

Peter Stared blankly out of the window of the airplane. He too was not accompanied by his mother or father. His mother had been dead a long time and his father had to remain at home to work the farm. His uncle Paul, however, had agreed to fly with him. This was, of course, no help at all, because Peter could count the number of words Paul said on the eight hour flight on one hand. Because of his military career (Peter had heard the rumors, but never was able to discern the truth), his uncle Paul had been advised by the Office of Foreign Affairs not to leave the airport and return to Siap as soon as possible. To Peter, the only advantage was that whenever he spent time with his Uncle Paul, he got free army stuff.

The feeling of a hat being pulled down on his head awoke Peter. "Time to go." It was an olive drab hat, with a small peace button on it. Peter promptly took the hat off and began examining it. "I wore this on my first tour abroad." Paul smiled for the first time since Peter could remember.

As Paul helped Peter carry his bags off of the tarmac and into the airport, he spoke calmly and plainly. "Your father wants you to keep in touch. Work hard. Do good." Peter had heard these phrases from everyone, but since Paul rarely spoke, they seemed almost like sage advise. After Paul helped him carry all of his bags to the curb outside the airport, he tucked a small wad of bills in his pocket. After saying goodbye, Paul walked back into the airport. Peter took a quick look over his shoulder and around him, before producing a small pack of cigarettes. The paper stuck to his salivating lips while the fragrant tobacco flooded his nose, exciting his nerves. Just as he lit his lighter and raised the flame to the cigarette, he felt it fly from his mouth. Looking up, he saw Paul break the cigarette and pocket the pack of cigs. He then snatched away the lighter. "Your dad wants you to cut that shit out while your here too." Paul then ducked quickly back into the airport.

After entering a cab, he silently stared as he watched the city go past him. He rarely ever got to leave the country, so even a trip to Blake's Point was a treat, but he was completely dazzled by what he saw. When he got to the school, he silently exited the cab, leaving a generous tip and making his way towards the dorms.
Jeff Wilwick, Peter Kesson's advisor, saw Peter making his way towards the dorms.
"Hey Peter! Wait up!" he yelled, running upto Peter. Once he reached Peter, he introduced himself.

"Hey Peter, I'm Jeff Wilwick, your advisor here at the IST! I understand you don't get out of your local area very often, and this is your first time here to ViZion. So, I want to say, welcome to ViZion, and to the IST! How was your flight in?" he asked.

To: International School
From: Pres. Aaron H. Preston
Subject: Enrollment

My wife and I would like to send our son Steven Matthew Preston, Age 14, to your academy. He has expressed a desire to go into politics and we feel that meeting children of other nationalities will broaden his scope of knowledge. He will be entering the 9th Grade. He was previously in International Baccalaureate classes, and we were wondering if your institution offers IB or something similar. We hope to hear a response, and will wire the first month's tuition upon confirmation of attendance.

P.S. A word of caution: Steven seems to have a knack for chemistry and particularly for creating compounds which explode. We ask you to monitor his lab activity closely.
Mr. and Mrs. Preston,

We gladly will accept your son, Steven Matthew Preston, to the International School for Teens! We do offer something similar to an IB, and would gladly help select the right courses to go towards that!

We look forward to meeting your son!

Thank you,

Dean Terry Jackson

Jeff Wilwick, Peter Kesson's advisor, saw Peter making his way towards the dorms.
"Hey Peter! Wait up!" he yelled, running upto Peter. Once he reached Peter, he introduced himself.

"Hey Peter, I'm Jeff Wilwick, your advisor here at the IST! I understand you don't get out of your local area very often, and this is your first time here to ViZion. So, I want to say, welcome to ViZion, and to the IST! How was your flight in?" he asked.

Peter was, among other things, a brutally shy person. It was to everyone's suprise that he accepted the scholarship to study here. Fearlessly, however, he turned and faced the man. "er..Thank you Mr. Wilwick." He smiled, extending his hand. "My flight was not so bad. Long though."

Peter was, among other things, a brutally shy person. It was to everyone's suprise that he accepted the scholarship to study here. Fearlessly, however, he turned and faced the man. "er..Thank you Mr. Wilwick." He smiled, extending his hand. "My flight was not so bad. Long though."
"Haha, I'm sure it was long. Hope you got some sleep. You've got quite a day ahead of yourself. And, please, call me Jeff.

Now, first things first is to get you checked in at the office. So, let's head over this way." he said, jestering towards the massive oak wood doors, and begining to walk that way.

"So, what are you expecting? And what are you most excited about?" he asked.

To: Dean Terry Jackson
From: Pres. Aaron H. Preston
Subject: RE:RE: Enrollment

Thank you for accepting our son. Steven is excited to be visiting a foreign land, as well as meeting new people. Enclosed is an international money order for the sum of the first year's tuition. Steven requests to bring his hedgehog Spike. Spike shouldn't be much trouble as he required only a cage, food, and some water. Steven also wants to know what sports you offer.

To: Dean Terry Jackson
From: Pres. Aaron H. Preston
Subject: RE:RE: Enrollment

Thank you for accepting our son. Steven is excited to be visiting a foreign land, as well as meeting new people. Enclosed is an international money order for the sum of the first year's tuition. Steven requests to bring his hedgehog Spike. Spike shouldn't be much trouble as he required only a cage, food, and some water. Steven also wants to know what sports you offer.
Mr. and Mrs. Preston,

You are welcome. We are excited to have him, and we look forward to him growing and becoming a very bright young man who shall make you proud!

He may bring Spike, his hedgehog. As for sports, we offers sports of all sorts, such as baseball, football, futbol, la cross, ice hockey, golf, wrestling, and so much more. We also have student-run clubs on more nation-specific sports, for students looking to play sports not currently included in our official teams.

Thank you,

Dean Terry Jackson

"Haha, I'm sure it was long. Hope you got some sleep. You've got quite a day ahead of yourself. And, please, call me Jeff.

Now, first things first is to get you checked in at the office. So, let's head over this way." he said, jestering towards the massive oak wood doors, and begining to walk that way.

"So, what are you expecting? And what are you most excited about?" he asked.

"Frankly, uh, Jeff, I'm just excited about being in another country." he said, walking towards the large oaken doors, trying to get used to calling an authority figure by his first name. "I've lived in a very small corner of Siap most of my life, but I want to become a diplomat, so I think it will be fun living in another place for a while."

Steven is pleased at your selection of sports and the fact that he can bring his pet. As I write, my wife, Steven, and I are all aboard Air Force One en route to Vitalita International Airport. We've been told by the pilots that ETA is about five hours. At Steven's insistence, there will be no guards accompanying him. We hope to see you shortly.

"Frankly, uh, Jeff, I'm just excited about being in another country." he said, walking towards the large oaken doors, trying to get used to calling an authority figure by his first name. "I've lived in a very small corner of Siap most of my life, but I want to become a diplomat, so I think it will be fun living in another place for a while."
"Well, great. I think you'll find quite a bit of culture here in ViZion. You will also get a taste of culture from across the globe here at the IST. And you seen a little bit uncomfortable. Are you alright?" Jeff asked.

(OOC: I'mma bout to head to bed...)

Intuition told Peter that now would not be the best time to disclose the fact that he had just been unexpectedly forced to quit smoking. While it was not a full blown habit yet, the nicotine cravings did nothing to assuage his natural anxiety.

"This was my first time flying, actually." Not entirely true, as he had flown in his father's crop duster before when he was young. But it was his first commercial flight. "This is actually all a bit of a shock, but I think I'm ready to start here."

Intuition told Peter that now would not be the best time to disclose the fact that he had just been unexpectedly forced to quit smoking. While it was not a full blown habit yet, the nicotine cravings did nothing to assuage his natural anxiety.

"This was my first time flying, actually." Not entirely true, as he had flown in his father's crop duster before when he was young. But it was his first commercial flight. "This is actually all a bit of a shock, but I think I'm ready to start here."
"Well great! Let's get you signed in then and I will show you to your dorm!"

OOC: Off to work... ugg, gotta go on a 3 hr trip to Oregon and 3 hrs back to pick up a car I'm selling later today. SWEET! Ugg... 100+ degrees both here in Washington and even hotter in Oregon from what I understand. Luckily, I'll be back in 12... selling a car by 2. And then (hope) home by 7 assuming we don't get swamped at the end of the day... 6 AM to 7 PM. Woo-freaking-hoo.

(OOC: I'd like to send a math teacher. He or she could coach the chess team or other geeky extracurriculars, too.)

"Welcome!" exclaimed Ingram Hasley's advisor, Cliff Riggs. "Welcome to the International School for Teens!

I'm Cliff Riggs, your advisor here at the IST! Ingram, let's get you inside to the office and we will get you all setup with your room and introduce you to people around the campus! First, do you have any questions?"

"sounds good" he said, following him "so, where are you from?"

Peter smiled and nodded and followed Jeff.

Peter was relatively tall, but not exceptionally so. He was also noticeably thin, but his complexion and the way he carried himself would rule out malnutrition. His thick brown hair was about 3/4 of the way to his shoulders, but his large ears protruded, giving him an almost elf-like appearance. While his hands were coarse from working on his family's farm, his face had a soft quality about it. He had not yet begun to grow facial hair, so he was often mistaken for being much younger than he was. His nose was relatively small, but close observation would reveal that it had been broken several times in the past. The most distinct feature of his face was his eyes. His eyes were such a dark brown that they were, from a distance, indistinguishable from his pupils. Combined with his silence and the fact that he rarely blinked, his gaze was simultaneously disarming and penetrating.

Ingram caught the glimpse of the man from Siap and walked over to him "hello, my name is Ingram Hasley, who might you be?"

Peter turned to the voice. Smiling, he extended his hand. "I'm Peter Kesson. I assume you go here?"

Peter turned to the voice. Smiling, he extended his hand. "I'm Peter Kesson. I assume you go here?"

"true" he said, shaking his hand "it's my 1st time out of my country, but my family said i should leave due to the occupation"

"true" he said, shaking his hand "it's my 1st time out of my country, but my family said i should leave due to the occupation"

This man sounded fascinating. His instinct told him not to press the issue though. The shear thought of foreign soldiers in his home country was terrifying. There had been times in his lifetime when his country had mobilized. He had even been evacuated from the capitol once a few years ago when he was visiting with his parents, but he never knew of a time when foreign soldiers had entered Siap in aggression.

"This is my first time out of my country too. Where did you say you were from?"

This man sounded fascinating. His instinct told him not to press the issue though. The shear thought of foreign soldiers in his home country was terrifying. There had been times in his lifetime when his country had mobilized. He had even been evacuated from the capitol once a few years ago when he was visiting with his parents, but he never knew of a time when foreign soldiers had entered Siap in aggression.

"This is my first time out of my country too. Where did you say you were from?"

"Cazelia" he said "or as Facist scumbags call it 'Cazelia Londii'. i've lost my father, my sister and my brother because of them, and when i get back, i will kill every last Londinian in my homeland" he said with anger "i'm sorry for my outburst" he said "it's hard losing family"

A brief memory washed over Peter. He was back on his family farm, many years ago, and his Uncle Paul had just come back from his tour of duty. He remembered that Paul would not talk about his work. He remembered that his mother was still alive then. His Uncle Paul had come to the farm with his arm in a sling. Paul did not say anything that night until he had fallen asleep. Peter had pressed his ear agains the door, listening to his uncle mutter in his sleep. He had heard the word "Londinian" before he opened the door. As soon as he did, he saw his uncle's hand duck beneath the covers. He had tripped over his uncle's boots at the same time he heard a gunshot. He heard the bullet fly past his ear.

Peter briefly shook his head, forcing the memory out of his head. "I think my uncle fought them a long time ago. I'm sorry for your loss." He searched for ways to change the subject.

John Arnold's Boeing 727 Private Jet touched down at ViZion International airport, and he got out, luggage in hand, awaiting to be picked up for the International School of Teens, he was in a business suit like outfit, awaiting someone to pick him up...

A brief memory washed over Peter. He was back on his family farm, many years ago, and his Uncle Paul had just come back from his tour of duty. He remembered that Paul would not talk about his work. He remembered that his mother was still alive then. His Uncle Paul had come to the farm with his arm in a sling. Paul did not say anything that night until he had fallen asleep. Peter had pressed his ear agains the door, listening to his uncle mutter in his sleep. He had heard the word "Londinian" before he opened the door. As soon as he did, he saw his uncle's hand duck beneath the covers. He had tripped over his uncle's boots at the same time he heard a gunshot. He heard the bullet fly past his ear.

Peter briefly shook his head, forcing the memory out of his head. "I think my uncle fought them a long time ago. I'm sorry for your loss." He searched for ways to change the subject.

"my family has a long tradition of military history. my ancestor, George Forrest Hasley led the revoloution against the british in 1751, and my father and uncle both fought in Cyconut. my father saved my uncle's life, and he is in debt, resulting in the war against the Londinians" he said, taking out his wallet and showing him a picture of his father

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"he was only 34 when he died. first he was at war and then he was an international diplomat, so i never really saw him that much"

"My family is originally from Ireland, but we left during The Troubles. My family has owned our farm and a small machine shop north of it. Since service to the State is required in my home, my entire family has been in the military. My father was a paratrooper and my mother was a chaplain. She passed a few years ago. Not in the military or anything, but cancer."

"I'm actually coming here because of my Uncle. I don't know exactly what he does, but it has to do with intelligence. He introduced me to The Speaker, and a few members of The Council. They helped me enter this scholarship contest. If I do well here, and I do well in the military, they said I could get a full scholarship at the Lombard School of Foreign Service. And I've always wanted to be a diplomat."

As their plane was taxiing toward the gate, Pres. Preston was going over last-minute instructions for Steven. "Remember what we talked about, make friends with students all over the world. Try not to bring up the Cazelian occupation. And whatever you do, try not to blow up your dorm with one of your chemistry "creations"," he said. "Don't worry dad, I'm not going to do anything stupid," Steven responded in a voice that reminded the older man of himself at that age. As the plane came to a halt in the gate they were able to get off, and set off to find the school representative. "Wow, I've never been to ViZion before, I never knew how modern and clean it was," Mr. Preston said with a touch of awe in his voice. "Hey, dad, I think I found the guy from the school!," Steven called out suddenly. "All right, let's go introduce ourselves,". The President strode forward and extended his hand firmly. "Pres. Aaron Preston, leader of Central Prestonia, and this is my wife, Felicia," he said, pointing towards a well-dressed woman in her early 40s, "and my son, Steven," he nodded towards the young man wearing blue jeans and a T-Shirt from his (and perhaps the entire nation's) favorite band, Violent Revolution.

John Arnold shook their hands and said "I am also headed to this school, the reason why my father wasn't here, was, well, he's busy with Foreign Affairs. And my mother, well, was working today..." He lied through his teeth about his mother, since he knew that should would never see him again until he went to heaven and said "Oh, I am John Arnold by the way..."

"Well, we thought that we could take some time out of our schedule to see our son off to school," Mr. Preston replied. "Plus, I've got business in ViZion anyways, I need to go check up on the embassy." Suddenly, Steven looked up from his PSP, just realizing that his father had been talking. "Hey, I'm Steve Preston," he said, introducing himself. "I'm from Central Prestonia and this is my first time overseas," he continued. "So what about you? What's your name and where are you from?," he asked. "Easy now Steven, you need to give people time to answer questions too, you know," Mrs. Preston said. "We were wondering, have you seen any faculty? They were supposed to be here when we got off the plane but we've seen no sign of them so far," she continued. "We're about to call the school unless somebody shows up soon."

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"Well, we thought that we could take some time out of our schedule to see our son off to school," Mr. Preston replied. "Plus, I've got business in ViZion anyways, I need to go check up on the embassy." Suddenly, Steven looked up from his PSP, just realizing that his father had been talking. "Hey, I'm Steve Preston," he said, introducing himself. "I'm from Central Prestonia and this is my first time overseas," he continued. "So what about you? What's your name and where are you from?," he asked. "Easy now Steven, you need to give people time to answer questions too, you know," Mrs. Preston said. "We were wondering, have you seen any faculty? They were supposed to be here when we got off the plane but we've seen no sign of them so far," she continued. "We're about to call the school unless somebody shows up soon."

John smiled and said "Hello Steve, I am John Arnold, and I am from Calizorinstan, I haven't seen any faculty yet I am sure hoping that I'll be roommates with you rather, no offense to Ingram Hasley but the Cazelian's haven't been best buddy's with Calizorinstan lately. I have been to several foreign school's, the last one I basically snuck my girlfriend on campus, and we got a knock from the guards that night..." He smiled, enjoying telling that story and supense lingered in the air

John smiled and said "Hello Steve, I am John Arnold, and I am from Calizorinstan, I haven't seen any faculty yet I am sure hoping that I'll be roommates with you rather, no offense to Ingram Hasley but the Cazelian's haven't been best buddy's with Calizorinstan lately. I have been to several foreign school's, the last one I basically snuck my girlfriend on campus, and we got a knock from the guards that night..." He smiled, enjoying telling that story and supense lingered in the air

Ingram walked over to John "not all Cazelians are bad you know" he said, giving him a normal look "i am hoping to finish the year here and then enroll in the airforce"

"Sounds interesting," Steve replied. "You seem like a pretty cool guy, and a good roommate. I don't really care who I get paired up with, but you'd be cool to share a room with." This guy seems cool Steve thought to himself. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you to somebody. This is Spike," he said, producing a cage containing a sleeping European hedgehog. I got him last year as a birthday present and he's been my buddy ever since. He pretty much goes anywhere I do." "Well, while we wait for the staff to show up, let's go check out what the airport has to offer," Steve continued. "I figure if ViZion has half the stuff in their country as what they export, it should be good for about three hours of entertainment." Suddenly, another boy walked up to John. "Hey, I'm Steve Preston, and you must be Ingram Hasley," Steve said warmly. "Dad mentioned that the Hasleys had a son but I didn't know he was around my age. Dad told me about what's been going on in your country, and I'm really sorry to hear it," Steve said sympathetically. "Listen, when we go on vacation for the summer, if you want a place to go away from all the crap, my family owns a nice beach house in a little town called Seaside City. Dad's usually too busy to leave the Presidential Mansion, so I get free run of the house. You're welcome to come hang out there for the summer."

(OOC: I'd like to send a math teacher. He or she could coach the chess team or other geeky extracurriculars, too.)
OOC: Sounds good, you're in. :)

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OOC: As noted in the original post OOCly, everyone's welcome to join.

Peter stepped away from John, quietly excusing himself, and walked back to Jeff. "I'm sorry. Where should I go to register?"

Peter stepped away from John, quietly excusing himself, and walked back to Jeff. "I'm sorry. Where should I go to register?"
"That's alright, meeting new friends is very important. And you will meet plenty of them." he said, walking again.

As they entered the main office, Jeff went over to the counter. "Mary, this is Peter. He's here to sign in." he stated.

Mary did some work, filling out a couple lines. She turn turned the paper towards Peter. "Peter! Welcome to the Internatinoal School for Teens! I'm the receptionist. Now, all I need from you is a autograph and date and you're set!" he exclaimed.

OOC: I'll be back shortly.

"Thank you." Peter smiled and produced a pen from his pocket. He held the pen in his right hand and quickly scanned the papers. Once he was satisfied, he signed the documents with a neat signature.

"Thank you." Peter smiled and produced a pen from his pocket. He held the pen in his right hand and quickly scanned the papers. Once he was satisfied, he signed the documents with a neat signature.
"Great. Well, Peter, let me know you to your dorm. From there, it's up to you rather you'd like me to show you around first or if you want to go and see your new found friends for a little while." Jeff said, jestering for Peter to follow him.

"I think I'll take a look around first." Peter was eager to explore the campus.

The advisors walked over to the group of teens newly arrived from their respective homelands.

Matt Holliday walked over to John Arnold, "John I presume? I'm Matt Holliday, your advisor. Welcome to the International School for Teens! I'll show you to your dorm after we check you in." he said.

At the same time, David Davis walked over to Steven Preston, "And you're Steven Preston, right? My name is David Davis. Kinda strange, I know." he said, chuckling to himself, "Anyway, I'm your advisor, and I'd like to welcome you to ViZion and the International School for Teens! Let's get ya checked in." he said.

"Hey Ingram!" yelled Cliff from a short distance, "While they get checked in, let's also get you checked in. Then you guys can do what you want after we get you to your dorm. And you asked where I am from... I actually grew up in ViZion City, ViZion." he said, murmering something as he trailed off, deep in thought. It took him a couple seconds before snapping out of it. "But alas, here I am in Vitalita, helping out kids just like yourself." he said with a smile. "Anyway, let's get you checked in."

"I think I'll take a look around first." Peter was eager to explore the campus.
"Awesome!" Jeff said loudly, "Here. Let's head up these stairs. Your dorm is on the third floor. It's actually got quite the view of the city!" he said. "After we get ya settled in there, then I'll show you where your classes will be and some of the major areas. Then, if you want to see anything in specific, let me know."

Peter followed Jeff up the stairs. Once he entered the room, he dropped his belongings and became mezmerized with the view. The idea that he was going to live in a city was overwhelming.

OOC: Probably going to sleep soon.

Peter followed Jeff up the stairs. Once he entered the room, he dropped his belongings and became mezmerized with the view. The idea that he was going to live in a city was overwhelming.

OOC: Probably going to sleep soon.
"So, Peter... whatchya think? Like it?" Jeff asked.

"Its...amazing..." His face was pressed against the window.

"Hey Ingram!" yelled Cliff from a short distance, "While they get checked in, let's also get you checked in. Then you guys can do what you want after we get you to your dorm. And you asked where I am from... I actually grew up in ViZion City, ViZion." he said, murmering something as he trailed off, deep in thought. It took him a couple seconds before snapping out of it. "But alas, here I am in Vitalita, helping out kids just like yourself." he said with a smile. "Anyway, let's get you checked in."

"okay" yelled Ingram "let's go check in"

"Its...amazing..." His face was pressed against the window.
Jeff walked upto the window. Pointing at the gold-roofed dome, he said "That is the city capital. That's actually been there with that golden roof for over 800 years. The Capital Building itself for ViZion is a little to far off to the right to see. It's near the beach. Over there, too, is the Embassy Court. It's a gorgous place, you must check it out sometime."

"okay" yelled Ingram "let's go check in"
Cliff walked Ingram into the main office. "Mary, this is Ingram, here to check in." Mary filled out a couple lines on a sheet of paper before turning it over to Ingram. "Here you go, hun. Welcome to the International School for Teens!" he said, flashing a smile. "Now, just sign and date down here and you'll be set." she finished.

"Reminds me..What are the curfew rules here? How late can I go out?"

"Reminds me..What are the curfew rules here? How late can I go out?"
"On school nights, you must be in your dorm and the door closed, with no one else outside of your registered roommates, by 11:00 PM. When you do not have school, you do not have a curfew, however you may not be in the halls between 12:00 midnight and 5:00 AM." he said. "Pretty basic rules, not to strict. So, any questions before we begin the tour?"

"Thats all I can think of at the moment." Peter had trouble taking his gaze off the skyline.

"Thats all I can think of at the moment." Peter had trouble taking his gaze off the skyline.
"Alright, well, let's go." Jeff said, noticing the boy had taken quite an interest in the skyline. "Maybe later, if you don't end up exploring with your new friends, I can show you around the city abit. But it would probably be far more fun with your friends, exploring a city none of you have ever been to. That's really the way to see a big city like this."

Juliet was a fifteen year old student, the daughter of a Member of Parliament in Myakka. She was a mix of the beautiful and the intelligent, with this combination there were some guys who were inclined to ask her out for a date or two.

Her father had thought the International School for Teens would be a good place for Juliet to expand her education, so he signed her up for it and sent her off, saying she should behave and do as she was told. Juliet listened to her father and said she would, hopefully he thought, she would do what he told her.

Bringing nothing but some books, her journal and a novel, Juliet exited the vehicle that transported her to the school and came up to the reception at the front, hoping to get herself registered and ready to begin her education here at the IST.

Juliet was a fifteen year old student, the daughter of a Member of Parliament in Myakka. She was a mix of the beautiful and the intelligent, with this combination there were some guys who were inclined to ask her out for a date or two.

Her father had thought the International School for Teens would be a good place for Juliet to expand her education, so he signed her up for it and sent her off, saying she should behave and do as she was told. Juliet listened to her father and said she would, hopefully he thought, she would do what he told her.

Bringing nothing but some books, her journal and a novel, Juliet exited the vehicle that transported her to the school and came up to the reception at the front, hoping to get herself registered and ready to begin her education here at the IST.
Mary looked up at the beautiful young girl. "And who might you be?" she asked with a smile, "And by golly, how did you make it in here without your advisor catching you?"

Mary looked up at the beautiful young girl. "And who might you be?" she asked with a smile, "And by golly, how did you make it in here without your advisor catching you?"

"My name is Juliet...Juliet Baxter." Juliet said in a calm tone. "Was I supposed to wait for an advisor? I am sorry if I was supposed to."

"My name is Juliet...Juliet Baxter." Juliet said in a calm tone. "Was I supposed to wait for an advisor? I am sorry if I was supposed to."
"Juliet, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mary, the receptionist. And, no, it's fine. They usually are just very good at catching you guys before you make it in here. I'll let your advisor... umm..." he pauses, looking at her list for who Juliet's advisor is, "Jack, Jack Henski. I'll let him know you're here. I just need you to sign and date right here and then take a seat along the wall." she said, handing Juliet the paper. She then calls Jack to let him know Juliet is waiting in the office. He would be in shortly.

"Juliet, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mary, the receptionist. And, no, it's fine. They usually are just very good at catching you guys before you make it in here. I'll let your advisor... umm..." he pauses, looking at her list for who Juliet's advisor is, "Jack, Jack Henski. I'll let him know you're here. I just need you to sign and date right here and then take a seat along the wall." she said, handing Juliet the paper. She then calls Jack to let him know Juliet is waiting in the office. He would be in shortly.

Juliet listened to everything Mary had to say, it was important she listened, so she would know what was going on and what was to take place. She took the paper and studied it as she took a seat along the wall. She thought about Jack Henski as she read the paper, and she also was hoping she would have a good time at this school. In some time, she would be face to face with her advisor who would show her around this new school she was in.

OOC: I'm guessing this is still open?

Soar McHeed walked up to The International School for Teens reception desk to get administrate into the school. Soar being a male at the age of fifteen, standing at five feet and seven inches was not very excited as his parents were when he got into here. This stupid school. As he called it. He wanted to go to Knights University of the Green Hawk Air Force, but of course the parents won the argument. He brushed his hand though his black ruffled hair and rubbed an itch on his tan skin as he walked up to this odd lady.

"Hi, I'm Soar McHeed from Green Hawk. My father and mother sent me here," his voice was filled with angst as he talked to this lady who seemed to be focused on a girl. What was so great about girls? They are just a gender in the human species. Whatever. As long as this place has something on aerospace dynamics then I'm okay. Soar thought to himself as he waited to get administrate into the school. He already hated it, but he had no say in the matter so he just had to deal with it. Damn my parents. Thats just growing teens for you.

Peter smiled and began to follow Jeff, silently observing his surroundings. "What courses will I be required to take while I am here?" He asked.

Juliet listened to everything Mary had to say, it was important she listened, so she would know what was going on and what was to take place. She took the paper and studied it as she took a seat along the wall. She thought about Jack Henski as she read the paper, and she also was hoping she would have a good time at this school. In some time, she would be face to face with her advisor who would show her around this new school she was in.
Jack Henski walked into the room. Mary pointed over to the seats along the wall. "Hey there Juliet! I'm Jack Henski, your advisor here at the International School for Teens! I want to first welcome you here, and thank you for attending! You're going to have a great time! Now, have you signed that paper yet? If so, Mary will need it and then I can show you to your dorm." he said

Jack Henski walked into the room. Mary pointed over to the seats along the wall. "Hey there Juliet! I'm Jack Henski, your advisor here at the International School for Teens! I want to first welcome you here, and thank you for attending! You're going to have a great time! Now, have you signed that paper yet? If so, Mary will need it and then I can show you to your dorm." he said

"You must be Mr. Henski, it is nice to meet you." Juliet said in response as she handed Mary her signed paper. Carrying her posessions, Juliet followed Jack through the corridors of the school. "You are going to show me my dorm? Is it possible for you to be able to show me around?" Juliet asked Jack as she walked with him, as they walked, Juliet thought about the school and what classes she could be in.

OOC: I'm guessing this is still open?

Soar McHeed walked up to The International School for Teens reception desk to get administrate into the school. Soar being a male at the age of fifteen, standing at five feet and seven inches was not very excited as his parents were when he got into here. This stupid school. As he called it. He wanted to go to Knights University of the Green Hawk Air Force, but of course the parents won the argument. He brushed his hand though his black ruffled hair and rubbed an itch on his tan skin as he walked up to this odd lady.

"Hi, I'm Soar McHeed from Green Hawk. My father and mother sent me here," his voice was filled with angst as he talked to this lady who seemed to be focused on a girl. What was so great about girls? They are just a gender in the human species. Whatever. As long as this place has something on aerospace dynamics then I'm okay. Soar thought to himself as he waited to get administrate into the school. He already hated it, but he had no say in the matter so he just had to deal with it. Damn my parents. Thats just growing teens for you.
OOC: For you? (and everyone else) Well, sure it is! But only if you hurry! This offer ends tonight! :p Ya, she's open to everyone all the time
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Mary turned her focus to the boy who just walked in the door. My goodness, another without an advisor? It must be busy out there... she thought to herself.

"Hi there young man! What's your name?" she asked.

Peter smiled and began to follow Jeff, silently observing his surroundings. "What courses will I be required to take while I am here?" He asked.
"Well, it depends on what your ultimate goal is. However, the basics - math, science, language arts, and so forth - are required. But if you're wanting to go into business, many classes will be different from politics, and so forth." he said.

As they walked out into the hall, Jeff turned to Peter. "I want to let you know that this hall is the first one built for the dorms. You're in the oldest dormitory on the campus." he said with an excited look on his face. "So many bright young minds have walked these halls, many of them being politicians and business leaders, or among the top in whatever field their in, across the globe. You, my friend, will be next..."

"You must be Mr. Henski, it is nice to meet you." Juliet said in response as she handed Mary her signed paper. Carrying her posessions, Juliet followed Jack through the corridors of the school. "You are going to show me my dorm? Is it possible for you to be able to show me around?" Juliet asked Jack as she walked with him, as they walked, Juliet thought about the school and what classes she could be in.
"That's what I'm here for." he said. "I'll show you where your dorm is, then I'll be showing you around the campus. By the way, is this your first time in ViZion?" he asked.

"That's what I'm here for." he said. "I'll show you where your dorm is, then I'll be showing you around the campus. By the way, is this your first time in ViZion?" he asked.

"A tour of the campus after seeing the dorm sounds nice. Also, this is my first time in ViZion." Juliet said as they walked together through the campus' corridors.

OOC: For you? (and everyone else) Well, sure it is! But only if you hurry! This offer ends tonight! :p Ya, she's open to everyone all the time
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Mary turned her focus to the boy who just walked in the door. My goodness, another without an advisor? It must be busy out there... she thought to herself.

"Hi there young man! What's your name?" she asked.

Okay... Is she deaf? Soar exclaimed to himself.

"Like I said before. It's Soar McHeed. Whats your's?" McHeed asked with fake interest. Sure. He was thinking anti-social thoughts, but who gives a rat's ass? He didn't. Thats what he knew.

"So... What do you want me to do?" He asked with a little more interest on the subject. He flitted slightly with his black hoody. He also wore a grey shirt underneath and dark blue pants that happen to be a little baggy. His bookbag was of course on his back. It seemed even with the hoody that he was cold and without warmth. Or was just simply cold. I blame the fact that he came from a nation that is a winter wonder land.

Okay... Is she deaf? Soar exclaimed to himself.

"Like I said before. It's Soar McHeed. Whats your's?" McHeed asked with fake interest. Sure. He was thinking anti-social thoughts, but who gives a rat's ass? He didn't. Thats what he knew.

"So... What do you want me to do?" He asked with a little more interest on the subject. He flitted slightly with his black hoody. He also wore a grey shirt underneath and dark blue pants that happen to be a little baggy. His bookbag was of course on his back. It seemed even with the hoody that he was cold and without warmth. Or was just simply cold. I blame the fact that he came from a nation that is a winter wonder land.
"It's nice to meet you Soar. I'm Mary. Let me look up who your advisor is." she said, taking a look at her book. "Ahh, yes, Jack Henski. While I go catch him, I'll have you sign this paper and date. It's your check-in." she said. She then quickly exited the room to grab Jack before he went to far.

"A tour of the campus after seeing the dorm sounds nice. Also, this is my first time in ViZion." Juliet said as they walked together through the campus' corridors.
"You seem pretty quiet." Jack said, "But, yes..." he was cut off by Mary.

"Jack, you've got a young man in the office. Why don't you bring him along and show him to his dorm as well. That will allow these two to meet." she said, smiling.

"Alright Mary. Juliet, looks like you'll get to meet someone who's also new here." he said, signalling for her to come.

Mary, Jack, and Juliet entered the office.

"Soar, this is Jack Henski, your advisor. He'll be showing you around the campus and to your dorm." she said.

Mary, Jack, and Juliet entered the office.

"Soar, this is Jack Henski, your advisor. He'll be showing you around the campus and to your dorm." she said.

Juliet looked at Soar for a moment, she was hoping to get a look at this other student who would be accompanying Jack and her on their tour, she did not mind an extra member of the tour coming along with them.

Bert Harper strolled in, an immense backpack causing him to lean over slightly. He climbed up the stairs, looking about for room 256. Smiling slightly, he entered and set down his backpack, pulling out several thick calculus tomes and a black bag, which he set in the corner of the room.

The advisors walked over to the group of teens newly arrived from their respective homelands.

Matt Holliday walked over to John Arnold, "John I presume? I'm Matt Holliday, your advisor. Welcome to the International School for Teens! I'll show you to your dorm after we check you in." he said.

At the same time, David Davis walked over to Steven Preston, "And you're Steven Preston, right? My name is David Davis. Kinda strange, I know." he said, chuckling to himself, "Anyway, I'm your advisor, and I'd like to welcome you to ViZion and the International School for Teens! Let's get ya checked in." he said.

"Hey Ingram!" yelled Cliff from a short distance, "While they get checked in, let's also get you checked in. Then you guys can do what you want after we get you to your dorm. And you asked where I am from... I actually grew up in ViZion City, ViZion." he said, murmering something as he trailed off, deep in thought. It took him a couple seconds before snapping out of it. "But alas, here I am in Vitalita, helping out kids just like yourself." he said with a smile. "Anyway, let's get you checked in."

John nodded and said "Yes, that's me Mr.Holliday, I am patient, am I going to be roomed with somebody?"

"Well, it depends on what your ultimate goal is. However, the basics - math, science, language arts, and so forth - are required. But if you're wanting to go into business, many classes will be different from politics, and so forth." he said.

As they walked out into the hall, Jeff turned to Peter. "I want to let you know that this hall is the first one built for the dorms. You're in the oldest dormitory on the campus." he said with an excited look on his face. "So many bright young minds have walked these halls, many of them being politicians and business leaders, or among the top in whatever field their in, across the globe. You, my friend, will be next..."

Peter followed Jeff, absorbing the environment around him. The school he went to was not bad. Actually it was excellent, like any other Siapian school, but it, like most other government buildings in his town, felt as though it had been cut from a model. This building had an actual personality, a sort of vibrance that he could feel as he quietly observed the hall.

Juliet looked at Soar for a moment, she was hoping to get a look at this other student who would be accompanying Jack and her on their tour, she did not mind an extra member of the tour coming along with them.
"Hey there Soar. It's nice to meet you. I'm your advisor, Jack Henski. Welcome to the International School for Teens. I'll be showing you two to your dorms and then taking you on a tour of the campus. Soar, this is Juliet. And Juliet, as Mary mentioned, this is Soar. Now, let's head out." he said, opening the door for the two.

John nodded and said "Yes, that's me Mr.Holliday, I am patient, am I going to be roomed with somebody?"
"Wonderful! Yes, you will have a roommate. However, I am not sure if he is here yet or not. Anyway, let's get you checked in. Do you have any questions?" Matt said, as he began walking towards the main entrance.

Ryan followed Jeff, absorbing the environment around him. The school he went to was not bad. Actually it was excellent, like any other Siapian school, but it, like most other government buildings in his town, felt as though it had been cut from a model. This building had an actual personality, a sort of vibrance that he could feel as he quietly observed the hall.
OOC: Ryan? What? I thought it was Peter?
IC:
Jeff walked down the hall slowly, letting the boy take it in, as he saw the boy was quite interested. As they exited the hall and into a large circular room with the grand staircase, Jeff began, "This is the center of the entire building. Built over 300 years ago, it's also about the oldest part of the building as well. It's remained unchanged except to keep it up and in shape." he said. The walls were golden, with actual gold as part of the wall. The staircase was made of granit, the railings made of solid oak, and massive, dome-like window above.