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This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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[Charlie catches the pass expertly, cracking a grin in return. This is more like it!]

Thanks! You play too, huh? I was beginning to worry when I saw people crowding around the basketball court, heh...

Yeah! My friend's trying to start up a team, but we don't have enough players...

[Since the ball's not flying around anymore, Kirino decides to approach, still grinning.] My name's Kirino. What's yours?

[Well, Charlie gets Emil responding with a video.]

It was kind of hard, yeah... I guess it sort of helps that I was able to bring Pacha, my cat, along... [Upon hearing her name, the kitten in Emil's lap perks up a little. He smiles and pats her head.

Though, he's been in the states a bit longer than he started attending the school...] Well, if there's a sport or something you like doing, that might help burn off some steam...? There's probably a lot of things you could do to help relax...

This school was his last chance at a semi-normal life and Hotstreak knew it. During his most recent time in juvenile hall, the latest anger management therapist to try to counsel him had made some gains. She was encouraging, a good listener, and didn't act like she knew everything. When she asked about his life goals, he'd struggled to come up with a list and started to get annoyed with the task until she asked about finishing high school. Which brought him to the present. He did want to at least graduate from high school, if only to figuratively spit in the face of people who doubted that he could.

He hadn't been expecting much more than a normal high school, only filled with mutants. Now that he was here and had been through the tour, he was actually optimistic about the time he'd be spending here. The school grounds were a change from downtown Dakota. There was a hangar bay with a real jet, and a place specifically for training powers called the Danger Room. The school gym was pretty well equipped - enough that he'd be able to keep up with his usual weight training routine, anyway.

Then there were the girls. A lot of them were hot. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever seen such a high concentration of good looking girls anywhere other than the nightclubs he'd snuck into with fake ID. If nothing else, he was more motivated to try to be friendly and sociable.

For now, though, he had a math class to get to. The map of the school grounds was helpful enough, but not for finding specific classrooms.

"Stupid map," he muttered.

Lorna seemed to be in no big rush to get to her next class. She walked slowly on her high heeled boots, holding onto her messenger bag to minimize the way it bounced against her hip. The halls were somewhat quiet today, which made a certain muttering stand out more. Curious, she took a turn toward the noise and peeked down the hallway.

Oh, she recognized that look. A new student, looking at the map as though it betrayed them. She really needed to speak to Charles about drawing up new ones. For now, she hoped she could help on her own. In her pretty green corset and leather pants, she approached the boy.

The very large boy. Oh, my.

"Uhm, hello," she greeted him with a friendly smile. "I do not believe I have ever seen you here before. My name is Lorna."

He glanced up from the map when he heard her voice addressing him and when he turned his head to look at the girl who was talking to him he had to give her a quick once-over. There were two words that came to mind: pretty and green. That was a lot of green for any person to wear, and judging by her eyebrows, green was her natural hair colour. It worked for her, though. As did the corset.

Reminding himself that he needed to get to his class, he resolved to make sure to keep his eyes on her face.

"Hey," he said. "I just got here today. I'm Hotstreak."

Or were they supposed to use their birth names here? He didn't know and didn't care. Like hell he was introducing himself as Francis. He'd never liked his first name. He supposed he could switch to Frank, but he didn't like the name Frank much, either.

The heiress adjusted the strap of her bag, trying to find a more comfortable position to put it in. Something very obvious kept getting in the way of that. Perhaps it would be better to invest in a backpack.

"Welcome. It is a pleasure to meet you...Hotstreak?" she repeated, cocking her head to the side a bit. A few of the people at the school chose to go by code names instead. Lorna usually managed to get their real name out of them somehow, but it was better to not overwhelm the boy on his first day.

"That has something to do with your gifts, right? What are you able to do?"

"Right. Check this out, Lorna," he said with a cocky little grin. Never let it be said that he wasn't comfortable with his mutation. Hotstreak wasn't one to pass up the chance to show off, and since she called it his gift, she was probably at ease with her own powers, too. As much as he enjoyed freaking the normals out with his powers and seeing them run away, there was something to be said about being in a place where powers were the norm.

A small burst of flames engulfed the useless map, incinerating it within a second. He dusted the ashes off his hand into a nearby garbage can in the hallway.

"It's kind of a shame that I don't smoke. I'd never have to bother with matches."

Excitedly, Lorna watched him. She loved mutants, in all their forms. Every display of power she was able to witness brought her so much joy. She wanted to know everything she could about her people. Her eyes practically lit up as the map burned to ashes in the boy's hands.

"That is not a shame in the least. Smoking is a horrible habit." But she did not say that with the conviction she usually would. Her excitement was much too evident. With a bright smile, she came closer to him, close enough to place her hand gently on his forearm.

"That was amazing! You're pyrokinetic and can generate your own flames. Are you resistant to fire, as well?" Her curiosity is definitely getting the better of her. Class can wait.

Kurloz wasn't a hot girl but he certainly did look somewhat girly. What with his mess of long semi-curly hair, slender build and a penchant for tight clothing, oh and lets not forget the massive amount of eyeliner the boy liked to wear. Anyway, seeing someone in distress always seemed to get his attention and make him want to help. Not to help because it was the right thing to do or because he's a good person but because helping was just another form of manipulation to him. And sure this guy didn't look like the type that he can manipulate so easily but he'll certainly try.

Of course, the biggest problem for Kurloz was that he can't speak. Not without the possibility of blowing out Hotstreak's eardrums.

With an easy stride he approached, raising one hand in a wave once he was close. The ever present smile on his face shifted to a more curious expression as he pointed to the map then motioned around him to ask if he needed help. Of course, not everyone picked up on his meanings so quickly.

[Network Post - Video]

[There's a woman clad in her favorite winter furs. Don't worry, it's all faux-fur for all those that are animal-rights conscious. She's already nice and settled in, and she looks very comfortable in her leather chair. She gives the camera a slight wave, before she speaks in a calm, airy voice.]

Hello, students.

My name is Maya Orihara, and I am going to be teaching Biology. I shall also be teaching AP level Biology, and college level Botany courses if anyone is willing to earn their credits while they're here.

[A pause]

A little before Spring rolls around, I am wondering if anyone would be interested in creating a sort of gardening or nature appreciation club? I personally love plant life, and I wonder if there are any like-minded students here. Not only is it fun, but if there is a gardening club, I am quite willing to lend my expertise to help you tend and care for whatever it is that you wish to grow.

All plant-life is precious, especially knowing what their function is in this world.

If any of you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me~ I won't bite~♥

[Action]

[She's out in the hallway, looking outside one of the windows and shaking her head a little. She looks a little sad as she sees the trees outside full of snow, and only the pines and other coniferous trees have any green on them.]

If only Spring were to come around sooner...

[An idle thought. While she was fine with winter, she always loved it when it would all thaw out and the first green shoots start peeking from beneath the snow. She sighs as she looks on.]

Might as well enjoy wearing my furs for as much as I can in the meantime.

[Dare you interrupt her while she's thinking out loud?]

Maya really liked the fact that she had at least two free periods in between everything, because that meant that she had some free time in the morning, and some free time in the afternoon. Right now, she was going around and stretching her legs while walking around with the rest of the general student population.

It was here that she noticed that there was a young man looking at a map, and getting annoyed with it.

"Need some help?" She always loved saying stuff in a sing-song sort of voice, and now was definitely one of those times to appear nice and helpful.

A man of the sciences, I see.

Since we're going to be working in the same department, I think it would be wise to at least introduce myself.

[With that bright smile of hers, she gives him a wave]

Hi there~ My name is Maya Orihara, and I'll be teaching Biology. Nice to meet you, Mr. Summers.

It was hard to tell if the person approaching him was a boy or a girl. Given how tight the clothing was and the utter lack of breasts, he decided this person was a guy. An effeminate guy who was either a goth, emo, or who really liked the eighties, if the hair was anything to go by. Maybe it was the latter. He remembered seeing some old music videos with guys in eyeliner and tight clothes that came out during the eighties.

The fact that he wasn't speaking just added to the overall odd impression he gave. Was he mute? A shy person wouldn't have bothered approaching, and he seemed to be curious about something. Maybe he was lost, too.

"I don't know sign language," he said after a moment. "If you're as lost as I am, this stupid map's not much help, either."

"Yeah, 'cause this map sucks!" Hotstreak snapped in reply, the sing-song tone of voice putting him a little more on edge. Still, she was at least offering help, so he remembered what he'd learned in anger management therapy and took a few deep breaths.

"It doesn't have the classrooms labelled on it," he grumbled, though his voice was notably calmer than it had been just ten seconds ago. "I'm trying to get to my math class."

An attractive girl putting her hand on his arm and eagerly conversing with him was enough to make him forget about getting to math class on time. He was a new student and the map was terrible. That was his excuse and he'd stick by it. Not that he cared much about getting in trouble, but he was supposed to be working toward reforming and focusing on getting his high school diploma. Making friends with fellow students totally counted toward reforming, didn't it?

"Fire can't hurt me at all," he boasted. "I can even use it to fly...not for long yet, but I'm working on it."

He hadn't measured how long he could keep it up for yet, but he was pretty sure it was well under an hour. For now. Maybe he'd be able to handle it for longer with practice in the Danger Room.

Kurloz didn't consider himself emo or goth but if others did, okay. Not much he could do there. As for his hair...well, it was a bitch to tame hence the 80's size of it.

He hadn't been around the school for very long, he'd moved in during the break, but he probably knew his way around better than Hotstreak did.

Kurloz's shoulders shook in silent laughter as he dug around in his jacket, soon producing a handheld notebook and a pen.

NOT LOST AT ALL WHERE YOU GOING THERE, BROTHER

Why yes, the pen was indeed purple, in fact it was same shade of purple that he wore a lot of.

Edited (what are tenses???) 2013-01-06 21:13 (UTC)

You don't say!

[Resting a foot on the ball, the detective extends a hand.] I am Charlie. Pleasure to meet you, Kirino... it's nice to know there are some people playing real sports around here. [Said jokingly, of course, but there's no mistaking the relief in Charlie's statement.]

[Emil better not be expecting video in return-- but Charlie types quickly enough.]

I didn't know they allowed pets. I don't have any myself... [Though a mental note is made to watch for dogs...]

I don't suppose there's anywhere around here to rent a hang glider?

It's nice to meet you, too! I'll second the real sports comment, though! [He chuckles accepting the offered handshake.]

If Lorna's teacher was angry with her for being late, she was merely making a new student feel more welcome. That was the truth, after all. It had nothing to do with her not wanting to be in that particular course.

"You can fly?" she excitedly gasped. If he was flame resistant, that opened him up to a whole world of possibilities. Oh, the things he could do once he hit his stride. Pyrokinetics were so very talented. "That means you must heat the air around you so much that it lifts you. That is incredible."

Really, it was. And Lorna desperately wanted to see it in action. "Perhaps I could help you. If...you would like me to." Her hand was still on his arm. Smiling a little nervously now, she tucked some of her fluffy hair behind her ear. "I can, uhm...fly, too."

Are there really not enough people for a team yet? If you'll allow me to join, then we ought to turn that around somehow. People here are obviously missing out!

Ooooh, touchy, touchy aren't you young man~? This is something that she thinks she'll try to look out for if she ever does have a class with him in it. Always better to look out for the little things in students in order to have them behave nicely in class.

"Is that so? Makes it really inconvenient, then. I should tell the Principal to look into this, and be more user-friendly for all you students."

She places a hand on his shoulder, and then with her free hand, uses it to point out the exact place where she knew the math class at this hour would be held.

"It should right here. Judging by where we are, you aren't really far off the mark." She traces the spot between where the class is at, and where they're currently standing.

There aren't, which is baffling, since we apparently have a fencing team.

Of course! We'll all be glad to have you join! [... Or at least he and Shindou will. Judgement's still out on Hitsugaya.]

I'm glad they allow pets, though... There was no way I was going to leave Pacha with my uncle...

[Anyway.]

Um, a hang glider...? I'm afraid not. [... Kid what kind of hobbies are you into.]

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