Ten.

Zachaire "Jazz" Ackart - Practical Jokes - Telekinesis

C'mon, Jazz. You can make it...just turn this next corner, second door on the right. Ten seconds to go. Plenty of time.

I flew through the halls, accidentally bumping into the few stragglers still left trying to hurry to their next class in much the same way I was. One or two of them dropped the books and papers they had been holding, calling out after me with words that I chose to ignore and hurry on.

Ten more feet. Three seconds. Come on, come on!

The late bell rang and I slipped through the classroom door just as the high-pitched note ended. The teacher, who had already begun to hand out papers and directions to the other students, who had all gotten there on time I noticed since the only empty seat left was mine, glanced at me and then at the clock.

"Not late," I pointed out, taking my usual seat next to Claire Jhonson and behind Farrow Wood. The teacher handed me a sheet of paper about some meeting for our school next week. My mind began working on how to set up some of my infamous pranks and I effectively tuned out whatever instructions were being given out for the assignment that day.

"So, Zacharie," my teacher called, catching my attention for a moment. I looked up. "In step eight, are you going to combine mixture A with mixture B, or are you going to add two drops of hydrochloric acid to mixture C?"

It was a pretty well-known fact that most of the teachers in the school didn't particularly like me. I let my eyes slide carefully towards Claire, but she wasn't looking back and I realized I would get no help from her. Farrow, if I had to guess, was most likely lost in his own world, and probably wouldn't be able to offer me help either.

"None of the above?" I tried.

"Correct," the teacher said, eying me suspiciously before turning to address the rest of the class and finish her lecture.

"Nice save," Claire whispered, leaning over and grabbing the pencil that was floating a few inches above my desk. I rolled my eyes.

"No thanks to you, of course," I replied in a teasing tone. She punched me lightly in the arm and waved the pencil in front of my face.

"You should probably be more careful with your powers, you know. You're gonna get caught one of these days."

"By who? I doubt anyone would believe it even if they saw it."

"Mr. Ackart, obviously your conversation is much more important than my lecture, so I'll just wait until you're finished. Please, continue with what you were saying," the teacher growled, her ice blue eyes glaring straight into mine.

"Nah, it's alright. It's top secret, classified information that, if I shared with all you nice people in this room, would probably cause some form of government secret agents, or ninjas, to come flying through those windows over there. Which would 'cause an awful lot of broken glass, and someone might cut their foot, which would cause an awful lot of blood. Blood is pretty hard to get out of carpet, so I hear. So, to save the windows, someones foot, and the carpet, I'll just let you go ahead with what you were saying."

"Detention," was all she said before turning away again.

Perfect. Just what I needed.

Julia~

"I am damn well not going to improve my life until you, hypocrite, get one of your own." Julia screamed at the headmaster as he dragged her almost in an arm-lock to Ms. Carlyle's dungeon of a room. She grimaced at her and glanced at the class. Ms. Carlyle doubled as the head of discipline and was rumoured to be particularly nasty.

"What did you do Julia?" Ms. Carlyle asked, the third time this week.

"I called Mr. Douglas an ass-hole." Julia replied casually, smugly looking up at the headmaster who's face was turning red.

"Go Julia!" Someone in the classroom shouted.

"Julia, how many times have you been to detention in this whole month?" Ms. Carlyle asked,
trying to keep her cool.

"Like... every day." Julia said with a poker face cemented on her features.

"Julia, go sit down." Ms. Carlyle sighed, contemplating what her next punishment could possibly be. Nothing seemed horrible enough, humiliating enough, or degrading enough to break this girl.

Julia smiled to herself and turned on her heel to join the class. Someone slapped her a high-five under a desk. She was on a roll and she had no idea when she would stop. Both teachers glanced at her in the middle of their heated discussion. She stuck out her tongue.

Claire Jhonson- happy one- power negation

After all, my poor good old friend Jazz had to go to detention once more. I looked back to the whiteboard and tried to pay attention. Farrow was seated behind me while Maya was next to me. I should probably prepare two or three more pens and pencils. I thought as I remembered about the pencil she had asked me about.
I saw Maya grabbed the pencil that Jazz lent her and when she was about to grab the eraser began to disintegrate so I moved my hand a little and concentrated on negating her power. Poor Maya had to pack like ten pencils everyday.
"Thanks" she muttered
"At least we could save the eraser didn't we?" I said smiling brightly toward her.
"Yeah, but if you don't concentrate on this my pencil will probably turn to something like cosmic dust" she said, rolling her eyes. We both laughed. I think I laughed quite too hard because the teacher turned to look at me with piercing eyes.
"Yes, Mrs. Jhonson"
"Oh nothing, teacher, you can coninue" I said always smiling and making my eyes shine. Well, at least I dind't get detention like Jazz and the techer pretty much didn't think anythng about my laughter. I couldn't help it, it was natural in me, I loved laughing as much as Jazz loved joking. Besides, Farrow liked my laughter. He smiled everytime I laughed and I liked making him smile at least. And right that second, well, I didn't quite like Jazz's frustrated expression.

Name: Eva Lochil
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Loud one
Power: Regeneration

Appearance: http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee13 ... rstyle.jpg

Personality: He is a very open person, he doesn't like to someone about anything, and does not hesitate to point out when your wrong or when he does not like something. He could be described as a passionate person, but really he is just likes a bit of a fight and to yell.

History: will be revealed in the story

Other: up for love

Okay so currently we have:

First Period:

???
Claire
Jazz
Maya

History
Donald
Helen
Farrow

Outside/ Double Algebra
Jemima

Second Period:

Science
Jazz
Claire
Farrow

Detention
Julia

Lunch-time Detention:
Donald

*Sorry if I got anything wrong*

Donald ~ Secretive ~ Invisibility ~ History ~ First period

Feeling down about getting detention, Don let his eyes roam lazily around the room as the teacher droned on and on. Don did try to be a good pupil, he tried to listen and it wasn't his fault that the teachers made the lessons so boring. That was why he'd been held back a year. He supposed it was his fault that he never seemed to have the notes he needed. Or his power's fault at least. He unpacked his things and put pen to paper beginning to make quick and tidy notes. He noticed a girl was looking at him but then she turned away again. Oh great, just what he needed, a girl who thought fire was interesting.

Unfortunately the girl happened to be Helen Cunningham with her pretty, heart shaped face and lovely red-brown hair. A good thing she was quiet because Don didn't know how he'd be able to turn down such a good catch without his friends getting suspicious. What was wrong with him anyway? It wasn't like he didn't appreciate their good looks so where was the spark, the quickening of the heart that all those love sick foold talked about. Don's only answer was that he must be broken.

What the...! Oh it was only the lights flickering. Darn. His power had him all jumpy but Helen looked pretty tense too, maybe she didn't like the dark. That was sort of cute.

"Alright class, you may go. Yes, even you Mr Dawson but I expect you to turn up at Ms Carlyle's classroom at lunch time." I nodded demurely, collected my things and caught up to Helen outside the classroom. I walked behind her for a moment thinking it over and then decided against it. I turned away and headed to my next lesson.

Helen Cunningham, Quiet, Technopath, going to 2nd Period

As Helen turned the corner, she noticed Don walking the other way to his next class. She hesitated. She'd have time... Mr. Hendricks's classroom wasn't far.

Making up her mind, she turned and followed Don down the hall. "Hey!" she said, trying to catch up with him. Her voice was so soft that he didn't hear her. Frustrated, she walked a little faster until she was walking next to him.

He looked a little surprised to see her. "Yeah?" he asked, a brow raising.

Helen flushed, suddenly realizing she had no idea what she was going to say. What had she been thinking? "Er... that was really weird, with the lights in class today." And now I sound like an idiot. Nice going Helen; this is what being asocial leads to.

((Yep, I think that's about right. So everyone's on second period now, as of Kitty's post? Maybe someone should set the fire alarm off or something? It would mean we all get together. I just can't think of a way for Jem to do that, so if anyone else wants to jump in, please do!))

Jem. Easily depressed. Weather manipulation.

Jem stalked through the halls, her head held high. Her usually curly hair was flat against her head and dripping, and with every step she took her shoes squeaked against the polished floor. She tried not to think about how she must look, sodden and bedraggled, but it was hard to ignore the stares of students who passed her, on the way to their next period. They whispered to their friends and one or two even pointed, making Jem blush scarlet. She dropped her eyes to the ground.

That turned out to have been a bad idea, because it wasn't long before she'd crashed headfirst into someone much taller than her. Most are, she thought bitterly. She muttered an apology and moved on, only glancing back to see that the guy had already turned around. Still, she'd clocked the face. It was one she knew, at least vaguely. He was quite a few years older than her in school years, and more if the rumours that he was held back were true. Jem didn't know his name - something with a D? - but then, she didn't know many. It wasn't in her interests to know names.

"Excuse me!" Jem turned. She had a feeling that Ms Carlyle didn't even know her name. She wasn't the type to get in trouble. "Just where do you think you're going? Not to class, I hope. Not soaking wet."

"No, miss. Just to my locker to get changed. I have spare clothes." Jem was prepared. It wasn't like this was the first time she'd come to school soaked. This was just the first time she'd been caught, let alone by Ms Carlyle, the school dragon.

"Get changed, then, and get to class. You'll make it to second period, at a pinch." Ms Carlyle looked Jem up and down. "My classroom, lunchtime. We'll see what we can do about you then, Miss... Well. Lunchtime."

Jem watched the teacher disappear and was suddenly aware that she was the only one in the corridor. Even the guy she'd bumped into, the one whose name she couldn't remember, had disappeared down the hall with one of the older girls. He won't thank me, since he's probably got water all down his front. Way to look cool in front of the girl he likes.

Jem's teeth were chattering now and she sneezed, suddenly remembering that rain did have its downsides. She was on Planet Earth now, and it was cold. Trudging towards her locker, she decided to be especially slow so as to miss second period, at a pinch, and maybe turn up to third period French, her favourite class. Maybe.

((So, like I said, anyone going to do the fire alarm? Just a suggestion. ))

((Come on, you guys. Don't let this die already. Okay, so maybe two days doesn't mean death, but it's sure rotting.))

((I'm waiting for Don's writer to post.))

ill pull the alarm, just give me a bit. Just got back from vacation, need to catch up on things.

Sorry about the delay, I'm moving into my new place and only have the internet sparingly because I'm borrowing it from my amazing frien <33

Donald ~ Secretive ~ Invisibility ~ On the way to 2nd period~

How weird. Was this girl phsycic or something? He wondered why she was talking to him, did she fancy him? Don had never encountered that before. Oh sure he'd dealt in the whole so and so fancies so and so and oh yeah that chick is hot stuff but he'd managed to avoid most of that relationship drama until now. Swell. Just what he needed.

"Oh yeah, with the lights," he said shrugging. "I guess it was a surge or something." He carried on walking, his classroom being a little further down the hallway and he was surprised that she hadn't turned back yet. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to actually try though. For a quiet girl just saying that had probably taken a lot of effort and Donald wasn't a mean boy. He'd let her down gently though a part of him was wondering why he didn't try it, go for it. Maybe he should just kiss a girl already and see what it felt like. Maybe.

"Feel like joining me in detention, I sure could use the company." Don flashed a bad boy grin and jerked a thumb at the classroom he'd stopped outside of. Helen topped beside him and looked confused. She also looked fidgety. Was the worried about missing class? Awww. Don had long since gotten over that with the whole not having an option whether he got to turn up or not.

"How do you mean?" Helen asked.

"Cut class, join me in mine, transfer courses, whatever way you want to put it. You game? Don't look so nervous, I'm not gonna force you." Donald opened the classroom door and waited to see what she'd do.

I'm pulling the alarm.

Claire-Happy One-Power Negation

I was preparing my things for the next class, eagerly waiting for the bell to ring. BUt the bell I was expecting never rang. Instead, I heard the fire alarm ring loudly. I quickly got up from my chair and grabbed the first hand I could find. it was Farrow's.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know, the alarm just rang2 He siad, exasperated as we were going out. I was bit nervous since I had never been in a fire, or I had but had made it stop completely since it was one kid who controlled fire that wanted to set me on fire.
We quickly went out of the class room and in our way found Jazz
"Jazz" i called, and he was beside us in a an instant.
"What's wrong"
"How would I know? I went outside and the alarm ringed but I see no fire" he said. Maya joined us after a while and we headed out of the classroom and to the corridor. As I was walking in the corridor, or actually running I bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

***Does someone want to jump in? please?****

sure, I will

Desmond~~

I skidded into a wall and rose quickly, brushing myself off out of habit more than anything. A girl was being helped up by a boy and another girl. She looked surprised.

"Sorry, that was all my fault, I was kind of in a hurry", I said, hoping she was ok. I wasn't an easy kid to knock over.

"Im fine... but why are you going back in to the building?"

I smiled, lying through my teeth, "I was going to get my backpack from my class. I was in the bathroom when the alarm went off."

She squinted, obviously not believing me, but too happy to really care, "Fine."

She walked past me and I debated whether I should go back and see if anyone was missing, or just follow them out. I sighed, people generally panic when they hear an alarm, and went with the girl who had ran into me.

Claire-Happy one-Power Negation.

I couldn't believe that even with people panicking all aorund me I was happy and glad that we weren't having class. I walked to the outside of the building when I noticed the guy i had ran into following us. I turned around and smiled at him.

"Hey, so you're living your backpak?" I asked as Farrow pulled trhouh the crowd of students and secreaming teacher. that actaully made me laugh.

"It was backpack or life, and I chose life" he siad, smiling.
"YOur name is" I asked.
"Desmond" he replied.
"So Desmond, this are Jazz, Farrow and Maya. Maya, Farrow and Jazz, this is Desmond"
They all greeted each opther the best way they could since it's nearly impossible to do a proper greeting while running.

***someone else? please, cuz right now we should all meet in the corridors"

Julia~One Best at Lying~Shape-shifter

Julia walked out of the detention room in a flourish of melodramatic choice words. She enjoyed making both entrances and exits that people weren't likely to forget. She walked through the mazes of hallways. She stopped by her locker and while twirling the combination she bent down to examine an odd spot on the floor. She was suddenly stampeded by numerous people. She stood up and looked at the offenders. It was a good group of three, a girl and two boys. (Authors Note: Not really sure any more, responding to Pudin.) They shrank down at her gaze. That's what you get for cussing out teachers in class I suppose. She gave them a good natured smile.

"I'm Julia, is there someone pointing a revolver at you behind my back or something?" She asked trying to lighten the situation. "God, did I honestly blow it in Ms. Carlyle's class?"

The girl lightened up immediately. Julia liked girls who didn't hang on to first impressions.

"I'm Claire!" She replied cheerfully.