~ ◊ Adamas Academy for the Unwanted ◊ ~ RP Thread (Sign up link inside)

ooc: I read up to the middle of page two and totally gave up. Recap?

ooc: I'll let Zachariah jump in first. I'd like to see some interaction between my character and Pandora. By the way... Is Pandora outside or inside the school breaking windows?

ic: Zachariah quickly slipped into a white dress shirt and a pair of blue trousers. He hadn't noticed that time drew close to a new load of students being shipped to Adamas Academy. As always, he had slept in. He didn't bother to take a shower or fix his disheveled hair or cuffs at the end of his dress shirt. He let his dress shirt remain untucked and slipped into a pair of blue dress shoes. He hobbled on one foot as he let his feet slip into one of the shoes. Zachariah quickly took out a yellow tie from the drawer and snaked it down the collar of his shirt. It was sloppy but Zachariah didn't mind it being like that for the assembly. He took his blue suit jacket on the top of his bed and got into it. He didn't button it. He retrieved his notebooks, binder, paper, pencils, and backpack that was stuffed under his bed. Although it wasn't necessarily needed to take notes in class, Zachariah did it to keep up with his studies. He'd often suck up to the administrators and enjoyed life on the island, even if it meant being trapped there for the rest of his life. He sighed in relief as he made his way out of the dorm without another word. Promptly after he left the dorm the usual swarm of students washed him down the hall where he could side-step and make it to his class.

Zachariah, unfortunately, was pushed into the door that led outside. Zachariah stumbled out and landed on his butt in the process. He frantically got up and reached for the door quickly but it was too late. The door closed only moments after purging Zachariah. He narrowed his eyes and moved over to the door. He knocked on the glass to get someone's attention but no one came. He sighed exasperatedly and attempted to slam the bar that opened and closed the egress door. Zachariah continued this for many minutes until he heard something shatter. It had the similarities of a glass shattering or someone throwing something... Out of a window. The latter, a drinking glass, wasn't as likely to be brought outside of the lunch halls or dorms. He followed the sounds until he came across a plain gorgeous, attractive, and quite a vigorous and intimidating aura. He stopped dead in his tracks and swallowed. Was she new? He had never met her of seen her... His first impression on her wasn't a good one since he was kind of... Frozen.

ooc: Don't worry, I am not aiming for a romantic relationship for the first person I interact with in RP.

Zachariah straightened up and replied impassively, "I am Zachariah, but call me Zachary or Zach if you would like." He reached to adjust his tied correctly and hesitantly walked over to her. He examined the ground under them and picked up the shard of glass. "It's not worth my time to stay here, and I know you would likely not to waste your time on just anyone..." As a mind reader, he could sense every little thought that bounced around in her mind. Agenda, movement, speech, you name it. It was like a six sense. A pretty lame one... He would constantly be flooded with ideas, thoughts - especially perverted or really idiotic ones - and... Rebellions. He looked up at her and got up. He adjusted his coat and looked over to the school wall where a window was missing. "It's not my place to be telling you what to do," he began, "But I would advise you not to sick the teachers on you. They have more experience with their powers then anyone at the school and kind of work as the government of this island..." He turned to look at her but he quickly looked away and chucked the shard of glass. "Whatever, it isn't my problem." He gave her a kind smile. "Anyways, why are you even out here?" Zachariah asked.

Zachariah smiled and nodded, "Quite the sharp-eyed one." He brushed off his hands after throwing the glass and replied to her slight antagonism towards him being a mind reader, "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I drown most of it out. I take Mental, Physical, and Spiritual classes to help so..." He cleared his throat to avoid any socially awkward tension. "That has been a big help..." He snaked his arm around his back and into his backpack to get his schedule and slipped it out. "I've had this thing for this 'new term/year' thing. Do you have any classes with me?" He extended a hand and gave her the schedule(I haven't created any real order so if you'd like to share periods that is fine)

ooc: Zachariah is labeled as neutral. He believes in no side and does not aid any side, administrator or student. He only helps friends.

Zachariah took back the schedule and slipped it back into his backpack. He looked back at the window and sighed. "We'd better head off now before someone finds this mess." Zachariah, unknown to his knowledge, didn't see the forthcoming that would take place any moment from now. Castiel, Mr. Doyle, walked through the crowd of students flawlessly and made it towards his office with a cup of tea in hand. He stood with refined posture and adjusted his cravat slightly every few minutes to come off as polished and sophisticated to the new students that rolled in. He eventually made it to his work space and creaked the door open. He turned and shut the door after entering and nearly spat out his tea at the sight. Glass scattered the floor near what was once a window. He nearly lost his composure but quickly regained it, forcefully. His dress shoes clicked against the medium grey wooden floors. He set his cup of tea onto the bureau plat table and made it over to the window. He cleared his throat to gather the attention of the two students. "Excuse me-" He was cut off as one of the students, known as Mr. Blythe, grasped the hand of the girl and yell, "We gotta jet, NOW!" Castiel didn't bother to yell or run after the children. It would be informal to do so, and he could always address the head teacher about the small incident. He sighed somewhat exasperatedly, sat down at his desk, and continued drinking his tea.

Zachariah led Pandora around the school until hey had found an accessible entrance. He skidded to a halt and opened it for her. His intentions were to lead her to the hall that wasn't far from the main entrance.

ooc: I think we are flooding so one more post after this one and we should wait for someone else...

ic: Zachariah took a moment to catch his breath and swallowed. "I don't mean to seem rude about this, but I really don't care if you were to not get in trouble or get in trouble." He paused. "I'm just helping a new friend. Mr. Doyle is cool too, so he'll probably go easy on you anyway." He sighed in relief and readjusted his tie and backpack. "Well, too bad you couldn't miss this assembly." He walked ahead of her. "Anyways, how long have you been here?" he asked.

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ooc: I do hope that Zachariah and Kotone become good friends.

ic: Zachariah was surprised at that comment... At that moment he realized that he had never saw her at the school because she was never enrolled her until now. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and nodded. "Anyways, the man we just saw was a teacher. Cool guy, he teaches Spiritual Connection training and likes to move class to class spyin' on people. He is also our guidance counselor.'' He continued walking after a few moments of answering the question until he was stopped by a new presence. He was now sensing another person's thoughts. He turned around and scanned down the hall way. There was no one. His sweat dropped and turned back to her. "Oh, and since your new here I would be happy to show you around and give you tips on how not to completely p*ss teachers off."