SuperPower Highschool (started)

Woah...VERY sorry, I completely forgot about this RPG!!!
Anyway...hope I'm not too late? (I browsed through everyone's posts)

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1st period- Flying class: beginner (?)
2nd period-Elemental control class: NOT Advanced
3rd period-Fighting skills:w/ the sidekicks
4th period-lunch
5th period-the elemtal practice thingie
6th period-study hall

Edge-Next Day, first period
Edge ran up to the school’s entrance, half flying every second step or so. He was late, and by that he meant very late. He groaned inwardly. “I can’t believe I completely missed the first day of school!” he said to himself. Edge had just been transferred from another county after being quietly “dismissed” for disruption. Now it was the middle of the second semester, and his breath made puffs of white steam in the cold air as he reached the sidewalk in front of the school. As he stared up at the towering concrete building, he began to consider that possibly it hadn’t been such a bad thing-skipping school and all. He had slept in, gone to the park to meet his girlfriend, been dumped by his girlfriend….maybe it would have been better to go to school after all. Edge took another “flying” step and tripped when he touched down on the ground. He wiped out. Chin skidding across the concrete. When Edge finally scraped himself off the pavement he realized that a very attractive girl had just witnessed the whole mishap. Edge groaned again. Today would not be a good day.

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Please let me know if I need to change anything!

Mia|lunch

"Uh- are you okay?" I asked helping the guy up. "You fell pretty hard there." I smiled back at him, "Hi I'm Mia, You're...Edge right?" I asked sitting back down.

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Want me to edit that above post and change it to lunch? (Figured since everyone was at their dorms it would be logical for the next day to follow, but whatever.

"Whoah! How did you know my name!?" Edge asked. "Are you physic or something?"
He looked around and picked up his (in his mind very trendy) sunglasses. That's when he noticed the huge smear of dirt down the front of his shirt. And I had to wear white today. He moaned to himself.
The girl was biting back a smile as she stared at him quizzically. Edge gulped. She was definitely not average, to say the least.
"You okay?" she asked again.
"Uh...sure. Thanks I guess." Edge said. At that moment he noticed a rather well muscled kid with dark hair approaching...or rather storming, up to them. He gulped. This did not look good.

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Who's the guy that's walking towards them?

Mia| lunch.

I laughed, "No..I only knew your name because it says it on your nametag." I said. He glared down at his shirt, "Oh yeah."

I nodded and opened my book again as a guy walked towards us.

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Yeah, who is the guy? And I think we're still in lunch. I guess the dorms were just in between classes.

Izley- Lunch

Just as I had found the snow maker a guy sat next to me. He was good looking, but I'd already seen him a couple times today, and both times he already had a girl with him.
"Hi," I murmured, moving so he could sit.
"I'm Nero."
"Izley," I answered, smiling. "I'm not good with faces, is this your first year here?"

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It was going to be...*winces* Mia's love interest I thought? I'm probably mistaken, of course...

Edge quickly averted the possibly physically detremental situation by sliding into a seat further down on the table. He looked around, wondering who all these people were...he was glad no one but the girl had noticed the embarrassing spill. Still, lunch could not end soon enough...

(Sorry about the super-short post everyone...)

Mia|Dorm

The bell rang and I stood up to walk to my dorm. Great. Now I have to deal with Nero being mad at me. Oh well. When I walked inside I wen't into my closet on the other side of the room and took out three dresses. One that was gold with Black and brown stripes that was short, One that was pink and was ruffly, and the other that was blue and was long. I picked up the blue one and put it to me and I looked in the mirror. No. Too long. I put the pink one on and it was too ruffly and the gold one was perfect for the dance. Clark walked in and I turned around quickly, his eyes widened. "I'm wearing this for the dance. You like?" I asked smiling.

Mia|Dorm

He didn't respond. I smiled. "Hello?" He snapped out of it, "W-What?"
I shook my head at him, "Never mind."

Janos - Lunch

I waded through my snow. Unfortunately, I think I got something wrong, as it's now affecting my mood. This normally only happens with naturally occurring weather, but my new reflectiveness and solemness can only be an indication of the snow somehow being real.
I cast my hands and eyes above my head. "Great Gods of Winter!" I boom. I don't expect a reply, but it's always fun to wind up the other students. "I command thee to step down and to relinquish-"
I cut off mid-sentence, tilting my head as if listening. All the time, I'm concentrating on raising the temperature, boosting pressure systems and blowing clouds off their natural course.
"What do you mean, 'no'? You can't just refuse, it's a command!"
Another pause. "I don't care how the divorce is going, get off your arse and stop feeling sorry for yourself."
I'm getting some seriously weird looks now from the other students. One in particular catches my eye. I give her a wink. My playfulness is coming back. Good.
Within seconds of my wink, torrential rain starts hammering down. It lasts only a minute - not long enough for people to scurry inside, but enough to clear all the snow away - before it settles down to a blood-warm drizzle. I beam, this kind of manipulation is no problem to me, only big thunderstorms and cyclones can tire me out properly.

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That awkward moment when you forget who's a girl and who's a guy and try to go back to the profiles to figure it out and then internet kicks you off and your computer freezes and you can't finish your post. Yeah.

Izley

I suddenly heard someone yelling about gods of the sky or some crap like that. I turned, it had to be my snow man. Trying not to laugh I concentrated my power on making the snow continue to fall. It was hard, taking moisture from the air and forming it into little balls of snow. Especially since this other kid was warming the temperature, which lessened to available moisture and melted my flakes before they hit the ground.
Suddenly the kid turned around and caught my eye. I chuckled before turning to see Nero giving me a curious glance. "Do you know him?" He asked.
"No."
"Ok, well by the way, there's a dance coming up, I was wondering if you planned on going?" Nero was still half looking at the kid outside, and didn't notice my shrug.
"I might, if I have nothing better to do."
"You should," he cast over his shoulder before stepping up, dumping his trash in the can and heading off toward the dorms. I watched him leave before getting up to go talk to weather boy.

Clark: Dorm

She was folding her arms across a pink, frilly dress and I finally got it.
"Oh!", I exclaimed, looking as interested as I could. "Yeah, that's great- suits you."
I smiled warmly and she smiled back.
"What are you wearing?"
"Don't know if I'm going yet."
I grimaced at her shocked face, but I didn't care. I hated dances; either alone in the corner, or with my idiot friends pretending to enjoy myself while I spiked the punch with booze or some other crap like that. Either I sat, brooding, or I got into trouble. This year would be no different.
"Why not?" she asked, clearly crestfallen.
"Can't dance," I half-lied. I couldn't, but that wasn't the reason.

Mia|dorm

"Can't dance," He told me. I shake my head at him. "I'm just going to play pranks on the teachers." I shrugged. "It's funny watching them scream."

I grinned, "You can help If you want."

I pulled out some ballons. "I'm going to fill these with punch. Yeah, totally." I nodded.

"But I might just act innocent. Just to get them really frustrated." I laughed. "I'll get detention but I already have it every morning for the next month from skipping it with Nero. They should know by now that I show up and then leave like three minutes later." I smiled, "So what more can I get, right?"

I sat down and went through my bag. "Damn, she took my tazer pen away. Screw her." I through my bag on the ground and tried to think of whatelse I could do.

Anton Bares Cores
I walked very, very slowly to the classroom. I knew I was late but I really didn't care. I had been tripped down four flights of stairs before sliding and smashing into a classroom door, and I was the one who got detention for a week? So unfair, I had broken eighteen bones, my humour’s, funny bone’s, fore arm’s, wrist’s and all my fingers. So my arms were useless, but amazingly my legs were fine. I walked into the class half an hour since the start of it, it was Elemental class and for some reason I had a felling that something amazing would happen this lesson.
I walked in and said, “Hi miss.”
“Hello Anton if you’ll please take a seat and we’ll continue on with the lesson.” she said very calmly.
I went and took a seat near the back.
The teacher was talking about concentrating on the element that we wanted to summon so I tried that and all of a sudden a tiny piece of earth shot through the carpet of the floor and into my hand, I stared at it in wonder.
“Wow” I whispered to myself.

Anton Bares Cores

I walked out of the class room and bumped right into a short guy with curly blonde hair, he was sort of cute. He stumbled and tripped over his shoe laces, ending up on his but in the middle of the corridor. I thought it looked cute, but he seemed to be embarrased.
"Sorry," I said, helping him up, "what's your name I don't think I've seen you around before."
"It's ok," he said blushing, "my names, Anthony, what's your's?"
"Anton."
"I only started yesterday thats probably why you haven't seen me around."
"Ah ok cool, well I guess I'll see you around. Bye Anthony."
"Bye."
I walked off to fighting skills regular.

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I want to get this SB started again, who's with me?!

Oh here, I'll try and shake things up again...
"The day of the school dance arrived..." (Just kidding )

EDGE---LAB---LATER IN THE DAY_______________________________

Edge walked into the lab room, badly shaken after the incident in the cafeteria. He quickly surveyed the other students in the room and was relieved to discover no one there who was particularly antagonistic...things might go a little more smoothely.

Edge strolled in as coolly as possible and slid into a table towards the front of the room. He was about five minutes late, which was just about the perfect time for looking cool.

"Edge." the teacher's voice said. He glanced with a cool apathy at the other class mates.
"Edge?" the teacher said again. Edge didn't hear her. He winked at a pretty girl over at the next table and gave her his best, signature "cool" grin.
"EDGE!" the teacher finally shouted. Edge nearly hit the cieling. Blast his annoying flight powers.
"Wha----yes Mrs. Leacher?" he asked, quite disoriented. Some members of the class chuckled while others murmered quietly to themselves.
"You're in the wrong spot." Mrs. Leacher said in a condenscending tone.
"oh." Edge said, very quietely. He got up and searched for the right table. Mrs. Leacher cleared her throat,
"Alright class, now that the, uh, disruption has been cleared up we'll move on to the next experiment. Who would like to be my volunteer?" No one, let us say, was eager to raise their hands.

"Edge, how about you?" she asked. Edge grimaced inwardly. He looked up at the white-coated, goggled Mrs. Leacher, and then over at the black board. A complicated experiment had been spelled out in nonchallant white chalk. It involved biology, Edge could tell that much. He gulped, quite nervously, and looked around pleadingly at the others. He was met by blank stares. Deathly afraid of Mrs. Leacher, and yet terrified of appearing "uncool," Edge shrugged and with some effort, gave a cool, heavy sigh.

"I guess." he said with just the right amount of "cool" boredom.
"Wonderful. Then why don't you just come up to the front of the class." Mrs. Leacher said impatiently. Edge got up and promptly tripped over someone's inconvienently placed foot. He stumbled up the the front and Mrs. Leacher handed him a welder's mask. Edge sighed. As Mrs. Leacher's usual victim for the experiments (usually bio-chemical) done in class, Edge knew, with an ominous certainty, that this day was about to get even worse.