Warren Academy is a school to teach people who've had some sort of paranormal experience or who've been recruited to fight and kill dangerous paranormal creatures.
Warren Academy of Hunting - RP Thread
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(Track im feeling sick so ill reply once its passed)
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[color=forestgreen]Jay was already up, and had been for multiple hours. Sleep was a precious thing, but his dedication to his workout routine took time out of his already squeezed morning. He jogged across campus, wearing his camouflage pants and green tee shirt. He dashed to his room, wanting a change of clothes and a shower before breakfast.
[color=grey]Grey woke with a grumble, looking over at her roommate, Lee. "Shut that 'larm clock off, wouldja?" She complained. "What's the need to get up so early anyway?" She asked, pulling the soft cotton blankets around her bare shoulders. Then she remembered. "Oh, carp, it's school!" She threw the covers off, dressing very quickly, neatness not exactly an issue. "Oh uncle Max..." she singsonged, summoning the ghost of her great uncle. Max sighed, "Again, Lady Grey? You know I wasn't a hair braider when I was alive, right?" He complained as he braided Grey's long black hair. "I know," Grey chirped with a smile. "But you know what mother says. 'All Daedra must learn the hair braid, it's tradition!'." She said with a lower voice, imitating her mother, a mean old lady who somehow got Grey wrong. "Yes, Milady." Max rolled his eyes as he pulled a bit harder than he should have, receiving a stern glare from the young magus.
[color=silver]Dr. Evans slept in, his class of Tech not being until just after lunch. If Headmaster B. wanted to yell at him, oh well. Just make it all the much quicker getting back into the field. He rolled into his side, his sleep cut short by the students. He blinked his bleary eyes to clear the sleep, and yawned, piping a few joints into place. He rolled to sit on his bed, and grabbed his cane. He hobbled over to the wall, grabbing his brace and hooking it around his crippled leg, sighing as he let go of the cane. He then grabbed his hand, and connected that on as well, stretching the robot fingers with a smile. He took a seat in his tiny desk, shuffling papers and looking for his lesson plans for the day.
[color=skyblue]John Constable was roaming the campus as well, giving a glance at every student he passed. "Mornin', Bess," he greated the headmaster, leaning up against a nearby wall lackadaisically. "I hope not too many rule breakers cross your path this morning. You look like you're ready to raise hell." He spun a metal ball on his finger like a basketball player, idly carving into it with a fingernail, like a potter and his clay. It spun into his palm, where it instantly smoothed over again, and split into 7 smaller spheres, rolling around in John's hand like marbles.
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Track! Okay, I don't believe I'll be able to get a post out tonight but I should be pretty active tomorrow Afternoon. Kind of on a spring break trip right now so it's making things difficult ;_; Also, sorry, just wanted to check real fast, who exactly is roomed with each other? I read over the overview but I'm just a little confused as to where Naomi's at, I she with Jay or Grey?
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Manolo
Manolo was startled by a fully uniformed Miguel.If It weren't for his companions stunning appearance, he would have assumed they were under attack. Letting out a groan of exhaustion, he shoved his hands and legs to the edge of the bed and let himself fall out. Close enough to actually getting up. He had spent his time reading that night and got a total of 3 hours of rest.Miguel
Miguel pulled on his boot clumsily, hopping towards the door with his already booted foot. It was a strange sight for most but he wanted to go eat food! Miguel quickly finished putting his simple boot on and raised his hands to his hair, pulling the shoulder length locks into a bun of sorts. He would cut it but he looked cool with long grey hair..Bella
Bella Jones carried her plans for the class in her arms. Today's topic was Skinwalkers and wendigos, two common monsters hunters dealt with in the USA. Bella grunted a bit at some of the tests ideas, should she present an actual wendigo or let them find one and hunt it down as a test? -
oh, didn't see that. Fixing, thanks. I guessed gender over age, but it's okay anyway.
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; color: white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]Valentina had intentionally waited until her roommate vanished from her senses before she, herself, arose for the day. Unlike most people, the gray eyed girl didn't need an alarm clock to wake up. Instead, she had always been able to wake up on her own at just before she was actually suppose to. It was an odd habit of hers, but she supposed it wasn't really a bad thing for her.
With a soft groan, the human girl sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed before she was to fully stand up on her feet. Ah, and once she managed to pull herself to her feet, she was immediately on the move. She reluctantly pulled on her clothing for the day and then wrangled her wild black locks of hair. She normally didn't do too much to herself besides those two things and a few other things. After all, there wasn't much of a reason to at an academy like this.
After the pale goddess had managed to pull herself together for the day, she moved her way out of her room and headed in the direction of the cafeteria just as she assumed many of the other students were doing or would be doing.
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[color=forestgreen]Jay left his room five minutes later, clean shaven and wearing the uniform of the school. He was glad the Polo shirt could be short sleeved, otherwise he might not have gotten it on. He still wore the black combat boots, and marched his way to breakfast. He got his food, a few rather plain sausages and some oatmeal, which he added fresh-cut apples to, as well as a small amount of protein flakes. He guzzled down a Gatorade, and went right into his oatmeal, focusing on little else.
[color=grey]Grey bowed a thank you to her uncle, who promptly disappeared once her hair, nearly as tall as she was, was braided. She left the dorm room to cross the campus to breakfast, the red tattoos of her house shining from the sun. She spotted one of the older girls, Violet? (Valentina), and rushed over. "Hey, you look cool, what's your name? I'm Grey, from the house of Daedra, it's nice to meet you."
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As many her age were apt to do, Raina Walsh was breaking dress code.
Not obviously, of course; it was subtle, and hardly defiance. She hadn't gone to the trouble of shopping out clothing that completely fit the bill, so her school-mandated white polo shirt was joined by a pair of jeans rather than the dress pants she assumed Warren Academy expected, and her sneakers weren't quite the right color - white with blue highlights. Who would notice? she thought to herself. And if they did notice, who would care?
Far as she could tell, nobody did either. Nobody noticed, nobody cared, as she carelessly drizzled maple syrup on a waffle, looking around through squinted eyes to see if there was a can of whipped cream anywhere in the cafeteria; anything to improve a Monday morning.Walter Elliot was already seated in the teachers' cafeteria when both of his coworkers arrived, staring down at a book as he completely ignored his breakfast. Specifically, he was neglecting a plate of buttered toast, a banana, and a glass of water; Elliot had drank coffee once, perhaps twice in his lifetime, and hadn't touched it in years. "Don't want to become dependent," or so he claimed. Perhaps it was true, or perhaps he simply hated the taste. When the headmaster and the doctor arrived, both of them received the same slight nod, hand wave, and half-smile before he abruptly returned to his book.
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[color=forestgreen]"Here." Jay held out a can of whipped cream, having grabbed it from his end of the table. "It seemed this was what you were looking for," he mentioned to Raina, glancing at her boredly. She was out of regs, but it wasn't his problem. Either sine teacher would catch on eventually, or some worrisome student would let her know. Not him, though.
[color=skyblue]John huffed, cracking a smile. "Good morning to you too, Walt. How're you today, hm?" The guidance counselor pocketed the metal sphere, training his gaze on Walter.
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(Whoa i missed alot)
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"I cant believe i have to share a room with you" Jade snapped, throwing her bag at damien. "whoa" he said doging it. "dont act like i am any happier princess" damien added, they had known eachother a long time. His family had taken over the research hers had left off. "You dont even want to be here, you can always leave" she added. He frowned, true he didnt want to be here but he had promised his grandfather he would do this. "I dont break promises, so your stuck with me" he said throwing his stuff onto his bed. They gave eachother heated look, "Hows it going" shane asked stepping into the room carrying what stuff jade had left. They both jumped startled at shane, the man paused "What? Anyways get ready you guys have to go meet your professors" he said. They looked at eachother unwillfully, they axnowledged this was gonna be a long battle."You have ten minutes. Good bye" her brother told them dropping her stuff.
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; color: white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]The sound of an unfamiliar feminine voice sounded in the slender girl's ears. Naturally, Valentina's attention was drawn to it only to find a girl whom looked to be just a tad bit younger than herself. She took a moment to examine the other female for a moment. She seemed to be fairly friendly at first glance and Valentina could guess she was probably a bit more social than herself considering she had approached a stranger. Maybe she was completely wrong, but that was what the observant female had been able to gather so far from the younger girl who claimed to be known as Grey.
"The name's Valentina Pierce," the dark haired girl had responded with a neutral tone of voice, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Grey." She added after a brief pause. "I assume that you are on your way to the cafeteria as well?"
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Oc~ Ahh, them rooming together is going to be mighty interesting c;
Ic~
Naomi Romello--16--Female
If there was one thing Naomi Romello was not, and was never would be, it was a morning person. Nothing worthwhile ever seemed to happen in the morning anyway. People usually fumbled about blurry eyed and hungry in the early hours, desperately grasping at a concrete awareness or conversation topics. Perhaps this was why when her roommate got right up on time and ready for the morning, the half-demon had shielded her eyes from the sun, wrinkled her nose, then twisted her pajama-clad body farther into warm linen sheets. It wasn’t until a large wail erupted from her stomach that Naomi’s lids finally pried themselves open, and milk chocolate orbs let her ceiling come into focus. She puzzled up at the ceiling for a moment. This wasn’t her home. The former PIBI agent sat up, dazedly rubbing her eyes. Right. This was Warren. She was here to learn. Naomi felt a few mirthless laughs leave her chest. Right. She’d flown in yesterday, barely making it to her room before passing out on the bed. The Italian girl hadn’t even stopped to meet her roommate. It was around 1 pm in Venice. She wiped a bit of drool off her face, kicked slender legs out from under the covers, then pried herself out of bed. The young half-demon stumbled through the rest of her morning routine desperately trying to hold onto consciousness while getting her appearance under control. Naomi burst from her dorm a full half and hour later in a rushed blur of righteous fury. She’d bumped into various counters around her room, broken a vase, and barely managed to get her uniform on. The shirt was untucked, collar missing two buttons--shoes untied. At Least she’d gotten the pants over her legs and her hair up. Dark circles gave her a noticeably gaunt expression. Jetlag was going to be absolute murder. No. Naomi shook herself gruffly as she came to the cafeteria, squaring narrow shoulders in defiance. She was a half-demon, she didn’t need as much sleep as the rest of these fragile students. Pushing her glasses up, Ms. Romello glared against the light of the room, moving down the breakfast line with great, awakened interest. She left the line supporting a heaping tray full of a diverse assortment of food--two slices of pizza (She missed italy) a blueberry scone, two mugs of black coffee, and nearly every genus of fruit they had. Naomi couldn’t quite place it, but something angry was boiling in the pit of her stomach. One might attribute it to hunger, but between her little amount of sleep and the rushed morning, it was safe to say the bombshell was lit and ready to go off at just about anything....More So than usual. The half Demon unceremoniously slammed her loaded tray down on the table near some other students, a couple pieces of fruit spilling off her tray in terror. She let a fluid string of loud, unintelligible italian curses loose from her mouth, burn scars flashing before she sat down. Naomi absolutely despised the fact she was so disheveled on the first day, and didn’t waste time hiding it between her stormy gaze and rigged posture. Everything about the Italian in this moment basically screamed stay away.
Evangeline Strauss--27--Female
“Not very hungry, I suppose” A lazy voice answered for Walter as a tan hand swiped at Mr. Elliot’s toast, it wasn't surprising who followed that stolen toast into view. 8 O’clock in the morning and Evangeline Strauss was already smoking. Well, now she was biting into her coworker’s toast, but the Hunting teacher’s scarred left hand still faithfully clasped a lit cigarette. The willowy woman had woken up a couple hours earlier--presumably from night terrors though you couldn’t see it on her smiling face. Ms. Strauss plopped herself on a chair near Walter, setting the toast back on his plate before lifting her aching body into a leisure stretch. Her cobalt irises danced with an unusual brightness today--this was usually a good sign for Evangeline’s coworkers, but a terrible warning to her unsuspecting students. Ms. Strauss’s current attire included the usual--her unruly main of blonde-gold hair, a loose linen top, a tribal print skirt, and brown leather sandals. Silver knuckle busters hung from a belt on her right side.--Evangeline never left her room without them. The idle woman set her smoke back between her lips and let out a happy sigh, gaze suddenly flitting to appraise the headmaster as she sat down and whipped out a laptop. “Looking for missions, Bessie?” Evangeline let a hoarse chuckle escape her pursed lips, “I know a poor couple of bathrooms that could use some cleaning. We could call it a practice exorcism.” She waved her cigarette in a gesture, kicking sandaled feet up to rest on the table. Mind you the cruel teacher had long ago mastered sitting modestly in this posture though clad in a skirt. It wasn’t a talent everyone possessed.
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Manolo
Manolo let out a grunt and kinda just left his room a few minutes after Miguel. He didn't even bother to change. What are they gonna do? Yell a thing him? Yea, as if that would make him feel bad. Manolo give a generally small eye roll at the thought of getting yelled by at, then went towards the cafeterias rather sluggily.Miguel
Miguel stared down at his breakfast, waffles, eggs, and a sausage. He had never seen any of this stuff, he was used to eating oatmeal and drinking water. Miguel poked a finger at the scrambled egg and puffed his cheeks out slightly. He would usually try new foods but it looked strange.Bella
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Raina blinked at Jay, almost surprised that there had been whipped cream around for him to give her in the first place. "Thank you," she mumbled, piling a generous amount of whipped cream on her waffle before, having taken the whipped cream as an invitation to sit down at the table with him, she dropped her plate on the table before seating herself in front of it. Just seconds later, when Lee walked over and greeted her, she picked the whipped cream back up and passed it to her second new peer. "You noticed the shoes, huh?" she asked, rubbing the remaining sleep out of her eyes.
Walt reached for his water, ignoring Evangeline and her toast-thieving ways outright. "Same as ever, John," he said quietly, taking a long sip of water. "Tough to keep a positive attitude on Monday mornings, but we all do our best."
Rather than waiting for anyone to add to his thought, he went right back to his book, taking a bite out of his remaining toast.