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The Box of Amera

Post by anotherbabyrose » Fri Sep 07, 2018 11:16 pm

JUSTIN The clock read exactly 2 am when it happened.

Justin was standing by the door, Celine on the other side, with Jeff and Marge on the opposite side of the room. Jeff was showing Marge something on his phone, a picture maybe. Justin's legs ached from standing, but he couldn't complain. He never did. Celine, on the other hand, had been moaning and groaning for the past half hour.

In the middle of the room was a small, clay box. Just sitting there on the floor. Justin never understood how they had never thought of even bringing a table for the box or something. It looked so odd, sitting in an all cement room. The dim light coming from one dingy lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the small box with weird handwriting. Justin knew exactly what the writing said, having studied it in class many, many times before. He had graduated last year, and instead of leaving to serve the king, he opted to protect the box. The job included long hours of standing in the same spot with these morons, but he figured it was easy money, and he didn't have to follow that numbchuck of a King around.

Glancing at his watch, Justin saw when the clock hit 2 am, and the dingy lightbulb popped, glass shattering and hitting the ground. The only light came from Jeff's cell phone screen, and as Justin's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the black figure standing behind Jeff before he screamed. The figure, all dressed in black with only holes for eyes and mouth visible through a ski mask, had shoved his hand right through Jeff's back, his fist coming out through his chest. Jeff collapsed to the ground before everything went black again. Digging his flashlight out, Justin switched it on and pointed it all around the room, trying to locate the figure all in black. Marge was crying, on her knees next to Jeff who wasn't responsive. Celine was barking orders into her walkie, hurrying toward Amera's Box before she was flung across the room, hitting the wall and falling to the ground. There was a loud snap, a loud scream, and Justin quickly aimed his flashlight at Marge, who's head was twisted all the way around, her neck looking like a piece of twisted play-doh.

"Justin! The box!" Celine yelled, and he quickly dove for it, grabbing the box although they were forbidden from touching, and making a run for it. The halls under Amera Academy were dimly lit by torches, and Justin ran through them, his feet echoing on the ground, one by one the torches began to go out. It was as if the darkness itself was running after him. Until slowly the torches in front of him began to go out as well, and the boy stopped midway, breathing heavily. He watched as the darkness came for him, his knees buckling. He held the box tightly, knuckles going white. He didn't know what to do, where to go, and then everything stopped.

Justin stood there for several minutes, the only sound his loud breathing. Swallowing, he grabbed his penlight, switching it on and aiming it into the pitch darkness on either side of the hall. He couldn't see anything. And then he felt his right arm being twisted behind him. Gasping in pain, Justin fell to his knees, one arm twisted uncomfortably while the other held the box. Out of the darkness came the dark figure, the ski mask over his or her face creepy as hell. Justin attempted to get up, but his body was frozen, he couldn't move.

Reaching out a hand, the box hovered out of Justin's grasp and toward the figure, who greedily held it in their hands. They stared at it for a moment, so engrossed in the clay box that Justin was able to get up, sweating profusely, and lunged at them. But with a quick flick of their wrist, he was sent flying toward the wall, pinned like a starfish. The dark figure stared at Justin for a moment, before turning toward the box and opening it.

There was a strong gust of wind, and then out of the box, several moths flew out. They were huge, around the size of birds. They flew around the dimly lit hallway, before disappearing into an air vent. Justin stared, shocked, unable to move or speak. They had opened the box. Amera's box had been opened. Everything that he had heard in class came flooding back. All the legends, the monsters, the diseases. But then before Justin could fully process this, the figure snapped his fingers and Justin's neck was snapped. His dead body collapsing to the ground as the hooded figure disappeared back into the darkness.
_____________________________________________ CHARLIE
The auditorium in Amera Academy was usually never used.

The school reserved it for special performing arts events, speeches, and presentations. So when the Headmaster called a random assembly on a Monday, the Professors quickly stopped what they were doing and ushered their students into the large, theater-like room. Ordering them all to take their seats and remain silent as the Headmaster, a tall, thin man, wearing wire-rim glasses and a suit, walked onto the stage. To Charlie, he looked pale -- sickly pale. He also looked rather sweaty and like he hadn't slept whatsoever. The light brown haired girl was sitting next to a Tainted, the chubby girl glancing at Charlie every so often with disdain on her face. You think you're disgusted by my presence? Rolling her eyes, she kept her eyes on the man as he greeted everyone, and apologized for inturrupting classes. Not even when the Tainted scum had come to Amera Academy had he called an assembly. So whatever had happened must have been a pretty big deal. Charlie was eager to return back to class, so she drowned out most of what he said until there was a simotanious loud gasp.

"...last night. We're not sure how it happened, or who it was. But it was around 2 am last night. Several students lives were lost. And as Keepers of Amera's Box, it's our duty to protect the people of Kardain from The Box. We let it happen, and now we have to face whatever got out. With that being said, the rest of the school board has voted, agreed, and chosen eight of our best students, who were deemed more than fit for this to handle it." Murmurs echoed through the auditorium, clearly, the Headmaster hadn't gotten enough sleep. Sending students? Yeah, because it wasn't his ass on the line.

Suddenly one Tainted stood up, her face contorted in anger. "This is crazy! We're just kids! You can't send us out there!"

Of course a Tainted would think that. They hadn't grown up with the thought of "protect that box" grilled into their head. In fact, if anything had happened to that box, it most likely was a Tainted who did it. Several of the other Tainted agreed with the Tainted girl that had spoken up, even the chubby girl next to Charlie nodded her head vigoriously. Charlie bit her lip, wondering how the Headmaster would get out of this. And better yet, who he had chosen to "handle this". Ever since the Tainted had magically started getting abilities last month, it had been chaos around the school. Honestly, it had been chaos ever since they had arrived two months ago. The dorms were a mess, classes were overcrowded, even now, several students were standing as there wasn't enough room in the huge auditorium.

"Settle down!" The Headmaster ordered, his voice ringing throughout the room. "No other information shall be disclosed. Professors, take them back to class, please." Not even waiting for the students to leave, he quickly ran off backstage.

Charlie frowned, getting up and letting herself be herded like a sheep out of the auditorium. Everyone was talking about this, wondering what had happened, who had messed with the box, and who had been chosen to "handle it". The girl could feel her stomach sinking more and more as she walked behind a group of Tainted girls, who were excited. Hoping it was them so they could finally do something other than sit in class. It was a ridiculous notion of course, who would send a couple of untrained, unskilled, and moronic group of Tainted kids out to handle anything that had to do with the box?
****** The note look liked any other note. It was small, yellow, and it had Charlie's full name on it. She slowly collected her things, her stomach doing somersaults. She slowly walked to the front of the class as several students whispered behind her, taking it, and looking at the familiar curly handwritting for a couple of seconds before slowly walking out of the classroom. She knew what this was. She couldn't believe it was happening to her, but at the same time, she could.

Of course, they'd choose the battery to go. Of course. Of course. Of course. Why wouldn't they choose the battery? Why wouldn't they? Charlie could feel her bag weighing heavily on her shoulder, digging into her skin almost uncomfortably. She shifted it, teeth gritting, as tears burned in her eyes. She knew this was good. She knew that she should be grateful for this opportunity. For being chosen. So why did she feel like she was going to die?

Walking down the hall, she was so lost in thought that she didn't realize she had gotten to the front office of the academy until the receptionist was snapping her fingers in her face, demanding to know what she wanted. Charlie simply showed her the note, to which the receptionist nodded, quickly ushering her toward a small waiting area with several chairs. In the middle of the room sat a small table, and on the table was a small, clay box. It looked ancient. Weird writing that Charlie did not understand was all around it, and she quickly recognized the box from a History lesson. It was Amera's Box. But the weird thing? It was open.
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Post by illirica » Sat Sep 08, 2018 12:20 am

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Monday afternoon, and there was an assembly.

Xiang Mei generally liked assemblies - it usually meant something exciting was going on, like graduation or the welcoming ceremony for new students. Like with any assembly, she was excited when she took her seat, eager to find out what was happening this time. Maybe they'd announce something fun, like a school dance, or maybe there was an award to be given out to one of the students or faculty members. She'd have expected a little more notice, but maybe someone wanted it to be a surprise.

When the Headmaster arrived, though, she couldn't help but notice that he looked... unwell. Something was clearly troubling him, and that was worrying. She listened carefully when he started speaking - a lot of the beginning of the speech wasn't particularly meaningful. He seemed to be talking around the something rather than about it. Xiang Mei wished she could go up there and encourage him - it couldn't be that bad. Whatever it was, they would handle it. When he finally came to it, though, she was momentarily taken aback. Students' lives lost... that was a tragedy. Something terrible must have happened.

Luckily, the Headmaster had a plan for dealing with the situation - he'd select the best students for the job, and have them take on the duties of finding what had happened and setting things to rights. That made sense, of course. The professors were needed to continue teaching, and to make sure that the rest of the students stayed safe. The students here were meant to be protecting Kardain, and what better way to make sure they knew how to do that than a practical skills test?

Xiang Mei was quietly thoughtful as they were ushered back to the classrooms. A lot of the students were whispering to each other, some of them sounded curious, others unhappy. The Professors would definitely be needed, to help everyone sort through all their complex emotions. Xiang Mei wondered which students were lost... she was worried that it hadn't been said. They probably needed to contact the students' families first, though, and make sure that they heard the terrible news from reliable sources before getting caught up in student speculation. Still, she glanced around, trying to see if anyone was missing.

She wondered, a little bit, who they would be choosing to help. She wondered if she could slip up to the Headmaster's office and volunteer - whether that would be helpful, or merely presumptuous. For now, she tried to attend to her studies as best as she could, but it was obvious that she, like the rest of the class, had many other things on her mind. She was slightly distracted, and so it took a tap on her shoulder to make her notice the little yellow square on her desk. It was just a bit of a note, the kind that could mean anything from you've left your jacket in the other classroom to please complete pages 17-18 of your workbook.

This one simply said, in precise writing:
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The whispers had started already. Xiang Mei took a breath, nodded slightly to herself, and calmly collected her things.

Well. She had wanted to help, after all. She wasn't sure how qualified she was going to be, but from the fact that at least some of the whispers were of the thank goodness it isn't me variety, maybe it would be good to have someone along who wanted to be there. Or, at least, who was willing to be there. Xiang Mei walked down to the office and smiled politely at Linda the receptionist before handing her the note, and then was shown to a small area, obviously designed for waiting. She wasn't the first one there, which she supposed was just fine.

"Hi, Charlie." Charlie didn't look all that happy to be there, and indeed it looked like most of her attention wasn't on the other students entering, it was on the little box at the center of the table. Xiang Mei wandered a little closer, looking at it carefully, startled as she realized what it was. What it must be. "Oh," she said, the words coming out with a lot more calm than she felt all of a sudden. "That's a surprise."

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Post by WolfLover » Sat Sep 08, 2018 2:23 am

Juniper sat along the wall, scanning the crowded room. The Headmaster stood on stage, looking paler than the walls.
She smirked to herself, seeing a classmate lean against the wall next to her. She quickly moved, looking for her fellow Tainted folk.

Life had been rough back home, but when she was forced to come here, and had to face the perky, gifted Gifted, well that was a worse punishment than death. To be glared at all the time made her want to shove a steel-toed boot up their holier-than-thou asses, but she quickly learned that she couldn't just beat up anyone who agitated her. After she punched a classmate in the face for mocking a Tainted who'd arrived a day before her, she'd received a few days detention and some service work around school. She'd learned her lesson, sort of.

She slinked towards the seats where a fee Tainted sat, ignoring the few glares she got (from the Gifted, of course) as the Headmaster spoke, stumbling over his words once or twice. She sighed, hearing a collective sharp gasp as he droned on and she tuned in, hearing that the school would send out the students of Amera to fight their battle. She snickered, hoping that it was too good to be true. If they were to send anyone it'd be their precious little Gifted, after all, they'd been trained in their power way longer than any of the Tainted.

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Juniper slid into class just as the bell rang, met with the stares of Gifted eyes, and a few kind smiles. She sat in the back of the class, staring at the yellow note on her desk. Juniper Vargas it read, plain and simple. She waved the note at her teacher before walking out the room and heading for the office.

Whispers met her down the hall as she passed quickly, catching snippets of conversation. Some about the box, others about her.
She came to a halt in the office doorway, seeing a fee people in a room, and the secretary sitting there, they had a stare-off for a few seconds before Juniper handed her the yellow note. She squinted, shaking her head slightly before pointing to the room where the teens stood in a circle around an object. She sat her bag down, cracked her knuckles and stared at them.

"You act like it's going to bite you. It's only a box, for crying out loud." she said, staring at the two girls. They were obviously Gifted, the cursed moon not engraved in their skin.
Juniper moved towards the box, pausing, and decided to back up
"Just so you know, it wasn't a Tainted." She mumbled, sitting against the wall.
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Post by Winter » Sat Sep 08, 2018 6:06 am

Alexandra huffed as she dodged an incoming hit towards her from her practice partner. Quickly scooting left and doing a high kick. Her partner grabbed her leg and twisted it. Biting her lip to hold in the pain, Alexandra twisted and rolled her body along with the twist and used that advantage to pull her leg free and quickly spun on her hands and side kicked her opponents legs from under him. Flashing a brief smile of success Alexandra stood and bowed honorably to her opponent and went to grab her sweat towel and wipe off her face and neck. She was in hand to hand combat training class used for those mainly with relations to the royal guard or those training to be knights. In her case both.

An interruption came and a school staff member cane to the outdoor field to tell the instructor of the assembly. Hurrying the students the professor quickly barked orders and Alexandra along with the twenty other gifted students got in lines and marched to the school building and into the auditorium. Since it was still class the professor had them stand in the back in military form in an ‘at ease’ position. Hands neatly folded behind her back. Alexandra stared up st the front towards the headmaster who had just walked on stage. Soon enough the room quieted down and the Headmaster began to speak. From her eyesight she couldn’t tell that the poor man was pale and sickly looking. But his voice did tremor. She would focus her ability to see farther and cleared but her instructor was a stickler for the rules as was she. No ability usage unless told to. She hadn’t been told she could.

Opting for listening, Alexandra let her eyes relax and focused on the man. From what he was beginning to say it was clear to her something wrong had happened and there was trouble. It didn’t take long for the Headmaster to state the situation and the choosing of the eight students to help protect the city. This didn’t surprise her. The school had to step up in a situation like this. The Royal guard easily will be more focused on protecting the throne. With the recent attack as stated it would be assumed so. But the city still needed protection. Letting out a soft breath Alexandra stared up st the front ignoring the outbursts of students. Even though many were tainted. But she new better than to judge. Being outcasts their entire lives now all of a sudden asked to protect a city who never protected them for generations and even executed them.

Clearing his throat the Instructor barked orders as students were being filed out. Her class was to return to the field and get her their belongings and then to lockers as rest period beofre next class. Quickly Alex and the rest of her class obeyed and soon enough they were in the locker rooms. Alexandra had her duffle bag slung over her shoulder as she opened the locker to grab a set of Fresh crisp uniform clothes according to her father. She was wearing the athletic outfit more designed for physical exercise and combat. Quickly changing, Alexandra hurried and slipped on her running shoes. She was about to close her locked when she noticed a yellow note attached to the inside of the locker door with her name on it and instructions to go to the main office.

Alexandra hurriedly finished and made her way down the hall in a strict posture with the note in hand. Not saying a word, Alex approached the receptionist and handed her her the note. Nodding the lady quickly ushered the girl into the room where some other girls already were. Out of habit, Alexandra did a scan of the room. Her keen eyesight finding abnormalities especially with the book and even the smallest wrinkles in clothing. She had used a small portion of her ability. Seeing the box Alexandra eyed it greatly and the weird language but she did not approach it. Instead she sat down next to Charlie who she had met many times before and stayed silent. Assuming eventually someone would come in and explain the situation in more detail.

Alex knew she had been chosen. Her heart had pounded in her chest earlier as she fully knew the meaning of the note leading her here. She was honored to be chosen and prayed her Father did not persuade the school board to put her name in anyhow. She wanted to be chosen by her own strength and not by the words of her persuasive father. Nevertheless she was here and ready to serve as she had trained her whole life to do so. Thinking to herself Alexandra wondered who the rest of the chose were.

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Post by Vacant » Sun Sep 09, 2018 1:03 am

He didn’t have to attend the assembly too early did he? If he missed the majority of the assembly and snuck in near the end, pretended he knew what was being talked about, it’d be fine. It was likely that whatever was going on in that auditorium was aimed towards Gifteds anyway. Yeah. His not being there wouldn’t make a difference.

Timeus roamed the halls of Amera, looking for a window or unguarded door to swiftly slink out of without being bothered. Go outside for a few, get some fresh air, ruin that fresh air by bumming a cigarette or something stronger from a stranger. Anything to slay, massacre, and slaughter the mind numbing boredom.

“Mr. Vasilios?”

Fuck.

Y-yuh?” Tim turned around tautly, his body language showed that he was guilty with no doubts.

The teacher glared at Tim with the eyes of accusation. Tim didn’t even speak and they were already fed up. Without speaking, they pointed one thumb behind their back. “Auditorium is that way Vasilios.”

Yeah… I was just… that way… there’s um.” The teacher raised their eyebrow. Tim’s excuse was trying to tumble out so fast that it was getting clogged in his throat. “There’s a shortcut this way… I’ll get to the auditorium faster if I go here.

“Bullshit.”

That’s not teacher language.

Teach was having none of it. Approaching Tim in an attempt to assert dominance, but Tim already read through it, and was giving a heavily disappointed sigh. “I’ve been through these Hallways a hundred times. I’ve never seen a shortcut.”

A secret shortcut.

“Show me this secret shortcut.”

But then it wouldn’t secret, numbnuts.

Teach’s face crunched up in anger, staring at Tim. “Get to the auditorium, now.”

He’d been caught, stumped. He couldn’t just bash the teacher into the ground like he would a student threatening to tell. “I’m only going because I don’t want you to see my secret spot.

“Right.”

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Pointless…

Why were the students paying for the school’s mess up? Get better security if you want to keep something protected. Get trained professionals if you want something so important to be retrieved. Don’t send teens still developing their powers, they’re going to fuck up.

Tim sighed, it had nothing to do with him. Tim didn’t stand out, at least he tried not to. The school would likely send its strongest students, Tim didn’t know his standing in the school, but there were a lot of people, he doubted that he stood above them. And he wasn’t a Gifted, who the school trusted most. Tim would be good. No reason to send the rebel that smacked a few kids, right?

“Mr. Vasilios!”

Tim spun immediately, recognizing the voice as the teacher that hassled him earlier. He was immediately on the defensive. “I ain’t doin’ nuthin.

“That’s why I’m here. You’re going to do something. Something very important for our school.”

Please no.

“Report to the principal’s office.”

Look, Teach. I don’t wanna be part of this. You don’t want me to be part of this. Just let me go and pretend you couldn’t find me, I’ll pay you back.”Tim put his hands in his pockets, fishing around for some “persuasion”.

“Unless that pay back comes in the form of straight As, I think not.” Teach reached into their back pocket and pulled out a yellow note, handing it to Tim. “It has your full name on it, sitting on your desk waiting for you. So you were picked by the board especially.”

Oh my. One of the Gifted threw it in the trash. Those darn Gifteds, always playin pranks on me.

”Now!”

Aight! Fine. I’ll go.

Timeus snatched the note from Teach’s hand, stomping his way back to the office.

“And don’t try to take any secret passageways~!”

Fuck you.

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His irritation was obvious the moment he walked in. The receptionist attempted to put on her act of being annoyed with every person that walked up to her counter, but was promptly shut down by Tim smashing the note in front of her face, coldly asking which way he needed to go. She pointed, he left.

He turned the next corner, finding himself in a waiting area with four others. “Are you the other ones getting fucked by this school?
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Post by Darlington_Wilde » Sun Sep 09, 2018 3:29 am

Emily was happily loitering in the hallways, chatting with a some friends when they were approached by a professor who was trying to usher all the students into the auditorium. “Odd... I don’t remember hearing about an assembly today,” she mumbled to herself. She quietly took her seat amongst her peers and listened to them speculate the topic of the assembly. It wasn’t long after everyone was settled down the headmaster took the stage. The poor man had looked distraught before he even opened his mouth.

Emily was shocked by what she heard, but also incredibly intrigued by the plan the headmaster had proposed. Being chosen for something so important was exactly up her alley. Emily listened to the chatter around her, it seemed everyone had mixed opinions about the proposal. The headmaster silenced the room, saying nothing more would be disclosed, and just as quickly as the students were rushing into the auditorium, they were being rushed out.

Her heart rushed as she saw something stuck to her locker as Emily made her way down the hallway. She hurried down the hallway and ripped the note from the locker. It was a request for her to report to the main office. Emily carefully folded the note in half and tucked it into the pocket of her skirt. She tried to compose herself on the way to the office. ’It could be for anything Em. It’s probably from skipping class or being late.’ She didn’t want to get her own hopes up, but the desire to be selected to be on the team was in the back of her mind.

She pulled the door to the office open, and saw a few familiar faces already saw down. She smiled warmly as she took her seat, “Hey guys-“. Emily cut herself off as she looked at the open box sitting on the table. “No way...”
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Post by PieHostage3_14 » Sun Sep 09, 2018 5:24 pm

Jace leaned against the wall in the assembly, eyes closed as he listened to the headmaster drone on and on about the box. He let out a deep sigh as he heard the murmurs shoot through the crowd. Of course everyone would think it was a Tainted. In all honesty, he wouldn't have minded using it on those high and mighty Gifted bastards. As the headmaster continued, Jace tuned him out. People were going to be selected, and everybody knew it would be only the precious Gifted. As the auditorium filled with the sounds of people getting to their feet, Jace turned and began to walk back to class. On his way back, he suddenly stumbled forward as someone shoulder-checked him on the way by. "Out of my way, moon-bitch." The voice called as it walked by him. Gritting his teeth, Jace saw the kid's phone sticking out of his back pocket. As discreetly as possible, Jace drained all the energy out of it, watching the screen go dark. The little ball of energy was formed into a ring and slipped onto his finger.

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Holding the crumpled up sticky not in his hand, Jace began his trek to the office, adjusting his bag so it sat better on his shoulders. Why him? Not that it mattered. He was gonna get along fine with all the Gifted who were picked. Pulling open the door to the office, his eyes darted around the room, taking in all the suns and moons. Turning away from the Gifted, he went and took his seat next to Juniper. "Hey, Jun. They roped you into this too?"

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Post by spacesgoats » Mon Sep 10, 2018 12:48 am

Lucia walked down the hallway of the school known as Amera, the school for the Gifted. She really didn't know much about it until she heard that she was being transferred here, more taught here to learn the ways of being Gifted, of protecting a box that in no way shape or form had anything to deal with her but of course she couldnt do anything about not even tall her way out of it so she dealt with it and that's why she was currently here, in the school, walking down to where the assembly's were usually held. A few people ran and a few walked, as people muttered around her she got gist of hearing people talk about her because she was tainted, a gist of people talking about the because it was a surprise and a gist of other miscellaneous things. But soon she was going to figure out as she walked into the auditorium, full of Gifted and Tainted students to hear what the pale Headmaster had to say to everyone and she had a gut feeling... It wasn't going to be anything good.

She found a seat that was open but around the area was full of Gifted, there was some Tainted here in there but they were spread out in the groups just as the Gifted were but sadly she was unlucky and had to sit by a full of Gifted students. As she got to the seat she was immediately glared at and talked about, it didn't really matter to Lucia seeing as that she was always talked about from her flower but it was a two things now so it didn't affect her as much. She got to the free seat and sat down and once again, immediately, they leaned away from her. Her not having a care in the world, she looked forward, ignoring the ignorant Gifted students around her to listen to the message that the Headmaster had to say to them. It was nothing good as she had suspected but little did she care because it wasn't her box, nor her problem and nor will it ever be her problem. If these people were 'Gifted' as they said they were then why was the box open or stolen? Why were they having to solve grown people problems? But she didn't have to worry because she wouldn't be chosen and she would never ever let any harm come to her, even if it would have to mean sacrificing people. She got up as soon as the meeting ending and walked to go back her room so she didn't have to hear the conversation about it all over and especially in class.

As she got to the door of her room she noticed there was a yellow evenlope that had her name in cursive. It looked formal and professional and not as if a prank like most of these immature students know how to do perfectly in this school. "A-A... Note..." She slowly spoke as it was slowly connecting the dots in her head about what the Headmaster said and she widened her eyes as she went to rip the evenlope off the door and opened it to read it. There it read... She was dragged in this people mess. She growled softly as she heard the place they would report, she would go but only to tell them off she would not do this at all! This was not her mess! She quickly turned on her heel and towards the office quickly to go where they were assigned to. Once she got there saw a lot, a few Gifted a few Tainted. She looked around for an adult and didn't see one that she seemed to be in charge for this. "Why are they dragging students into their mess? Is there someone I can talk to in not handling their own mess?" She asked anyone to the students

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Post by WolfLover » Mon Sep 10, 2018 1:20 am

Juniper turned to Jace, leaning her head against the wall and shrugging.

"Well they had to choose the most gifted Tainted, didn't they?" she smirked at her pun.

Although she loved to joke about her ability with her friends, she realized that she needed to find some form of control when it came to them. After figuring out that it was an unglorified form of invisibility, she'd trained everyday to see what triggered it, with no avail.

She stared at the box, squinting at the engraving.

"It's kinda cool. To see it out in the open, and not hidden in some chamber of secrets." Juniper muttered to Jace. Hearing footsteps in the doorway, she glanced up, starting at the girl she'd seen around the Academy countless times. She gave her a smirk, standing. She took a few steps forward, nodding at Lucy.

"Look who joined the party." Juniper gave her a smile, feeling her cheeks curve unnaturally. It felt uncomfortable to her, and it turned into a grimace quickly.
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The Box of Amera

Post by spacesgoats » Mon Sep 10, 2018 1:44 am

Lucia noticed that everyone was quietly talking to each other or seem fascinated by the small box before them which honestly, symbolically speaking was dangerous for them closed or even opened. Didn't they think this was going to happen, did they ever even think this through? About if the box was ever gonna open, who was gonna actually help destroy the pesky things? She was just upset about this whole thing, upset that there was even a box in the first place, that she was dragged to this school in the first place and especially that she was dragged into cleaning up their own mess! She was very angry, upset, pissed, ticked off but from the quiet murmur and talking and whatever of the students, even from the Tainted who's seemed intimidating she had to at least tone it down. She would personally take out her angry on the person responsible instead of yelling at everyone in the room since they were in the same situation as her. Except the Gifted, they were suppose to be actually guarding this instead of getting themselves killed!

Lucia saw a girl that looked towards her and she stared at her, ready for her talk about her in a whisper to the friend that sat next to her or even say something about her in front of her fact. Tainted student's were a bit more bolder and ruder than the gossiping Gifted but honestly she was prepared for whatever the girl had to say but all she did was stand up and walked over to her with a smirk. She stepped back a bit, not used to the closeness of people or people even approaching her and especially to say anything. Usually they would talk about her behind her back or whatever, which she was immune to but she talked to her? She blinked a couple of times from the smirk changing into a smile??? She loosened up a bit as she let loose a bit, or was about to until her face turned grimace. "I-I'm Lucia..." She mumbled as she looked at her, "I've seen you around... Juniper...?" She asked her name. "You're in one of my classes, you've got chosen, just as this other students and you're okay with this?" She asked as her with a confused look her dark color eyes that looked like rich chocolate with a hint of red in the middle stared at her closely

"ℓєτ мє ѕριи αи∂ єϰϲιτє γου"
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