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( the test drive meme )

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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Hotstreak didn't like being laughed at, but he watched what the very odd guy did first. His anger management therapist had encouraged him to set goals for both the short term and the long term. One of his short term goals was to not get sent to detention on his first day, and if he succeeded at that, to try to avoid it for the whole first week of school.

When he saw that Kurloz was pulling out a pen and a notebook, he relaxed a little.

"I'm trying to get to math class. Room one thirteen."

Reading his file would probably be a good idea. He had a pretty long record of being in and out of juvenile hall. The file also contained recommendations from the anger management therapist who'd managed to make at least a little progress with him.

He relaxed a little more as she acknowledged the inconvenience. Some teachers might have told him to watch his tone with teachers. Teachers who were strict about the little things were basically guaranteed to be at odds with him. She seemed to be genuinely interested in helping, though, so he started calming down as quickly as he'd gotten irritated in the first place.

"...thanks," he said after a few seconds. It wasn't a word that came easy to him, nor did asking for help, but she had been helpful.

Believe it or not, Kurloz wasn't laughing at Hotstreak. He'd been in a similar situation only recently and without the ability to vocally get people's attention it had been rather frustrating.

He scribbled: CAN I in the notebook before motioning to the map.

If the map was handed over Kurloz would trace out the route for the other boy.

"Huh...you really know a lot about how mutant powers work, Lorna," he remarked. "I bet you're good at science."

He managed to stop himself before he called it 'all that geek stuff', since she was attractive and nice, and apparently smart too. In spite of all that, she was still eagerly chatting with him. This was clearly a sign to give the Xavier Institute a chance. He made a mental note to himself that if he signed up for science class, that he should make sure to copy Lorna's notes. Or maybe he could ask her to tutor him. It was a good excuse to spend more time with her.

"Yeah...that'd be great. We could hang out while flying around together."

Hopefully he'd be able to stay in the air at least as long as she could.

"Oh, no. I just...I like mutants. A lot." Real smooth there, Lorna. She blushed, tugging at the ends of her green hair. Bragging was not a trait that looked very good on her, so she refrained from telling him how she had been raised around mutants. She also did love science, and she was great at it in theory, but once numbers came into play, she was lost. Math was not at all her strong suit.

Noticing that she had probably been lingering too long, Lorna took her hand off the poor boy. She planted it very firmly back on her bag.

"I would, uhm...like that, too. Flying together and doing the hanging out." The moment that left her mouth, she cringed. "I...said that wrong." With that, she blushed deeper. She remembered when first impressions were easy, mostly because they didn't involve very muscular teenage boys.

She might get to that later on, but for the meantime she just wanted to have him on her side. Better to have a guy like him be nice and calm than go the other end of the anger spectrum. As it stood, she could feel him relax his muscles through her fingers. She liked the feel of that, because it meant she was off to a good start.

Lingering a bit too much would probably be frowned upon, so she let go of him, yet still gave him a smile.

"You're quite welcome. Ah, and if you happen to have Biology in your class schedule, my class happens to be riiiiight here," and with that, pointed to one of the classrooms on the other side of the courtyard.

"That way, you can come and make a beeline straight to my class, okay~?"

Ah, so she had indeed taken notice of her presence. Good job~♥ She only gave her a smile as the young girl looked over toward her. She could appreciate a girl getting her fight on as she trains by herself. Martial arts being something that she was personally vested in, she liked seeing other girls being of like mind and getting better to protect themselves instead of being a little damsel in distress like a good number of the girls seemed to be in this school.

"Oh, no, that's quite alright my dear. You were focused on your training to bother with someone that was just watching you. That's the sort of focus that one has to applaud - not many can pull it off unless they're somehow 'in the zone,' as I've heard people call it."

She takes some steps toward her, hint of a smile on her lips. Even though she was dressed to train herself, she didn't mind waiting.

"But you did it nice and naturally. Good~"

[Gajeel just wished for spring to come back around sooner because he wasn't a great big fan of the cold. Gajeel might not have said anything to her, but he was standing by the window just next to her looking out at the snow too.]

Gajeel just stands there while she circles around him. He doesn't even have to see the blood to know it is there upon the bat, he is easily able to pick up the scent of it through the air. Gajeel also shows no signs of being worried. He'd seen and spilled his fair share of blood throughout his life.

"What does it matter? Does being one or the other change if you are going to attempt to bludgeon me with your little stick or not?"

"No, but it does mean I am fucking curious." she stops circling around him and just smirks, leaning her bat against her shoulder. This was getting exciting, it wasn't often someone started mouthing off to her in this school. She might actually like this little shithead...or hate him with a passion.

"Why? Are you looking for a fight, Shithead? Because if you are..." her bats taps against her shoulder idly. It seems she just can't stand still. "I'd be obliged to accept! Ever since I joined this place I've had to play nicey-nice, but goddamn. I would fucking jump at the chance to bash someone's head in if they were offering! I'm a Bad Girl, playing nice just isn't my thing."

C'est vrai? That is a surprise!

In any case, I will not disappoint you. As head striker of my team back in Paris, it is only right that I offer my best to the team here as well. ...Er, what consists of it presently. Heh~

He is like a partner to you, non? I once knew someone who had a similar relationship with his dog. And the bite marks to prove it.

I shall have to look into it myself, I suppose. I was using one for training back in France and they are much more common there. [So blunt, so matter-of-fact. Charlie misses that glider, dude B( ]

... Personally, I'd say closer than a partner... [Press if you'd like, Charlie, but Emil doesn't seem to be eager to go on about that particular topic.]

I guess you could ask one of the teachers or something.

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[There's no prying, but there is a slight pause before the typing begins again.] I see.

I would rather not go to them for assistance. There are many capable adults here, but... [Let's just say Charlie did not make the best of impressions these first few days. Plus, some of the faculty seem a little... well... unique...]

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[Unique. You could say that again.]

I'll ask around, then! Maybe some of the other students know...

If you do manage to gather any information I would be most appreciative. Further, I invite you to try it for yourself-- it is an experience unlike anything else, I can assure you.

...Unless of course you are the type who can fly autonomously, but à chacun son goût.

I'll consider the offer. I've never gotten to experience anything like that before for myself. The closest I've gotten is what I can see through birds' eyes...

“I don’t know. Beating the hell out of some Barbie in a frilly dress seems like it might get me bitched at.” Because yet, Gajeel is pretty sure that’s how it will go down. Then he’ll have to listen to the staff complain about how he’s not supposed to do that kind of shit or whatever. But really, though he said that stuff, he didn’t sound too worried or put off. It had been a good few months since he’d seen any real sort of combat.

[She looked to the side and saw the young man there beside her. She didn't say anything for the first couple of seconds because she knew that if he wasn't saying a word, he was most likely thinking deeply on something, just as she had.

But she still wanted to have a sort of conversation with him, yet she chose to still keep looking outside:]

What do you think about the snow, young man?

You can do that? I've never heard of a power like that before...!

Yeah! I can do it with other animals, too... Just... nothing bigger than a cat. But I'll be able to do more if I keep practicing.

The blush was cute and a much-needed boost to his confidence. He was much less annoyed about getting lost in the hallways than he'd been several minutes ago. In fact, he didn't even care that he was late anymore. If they wanted new students to get to classes on time, the maps should have been better labelled. So there.

"You got the important part right," he assured her. Namely the part where she agreed.

"So...got a boyfriend who's going to get mad at me for flying around with his girl, or...?"

Better to ask now and save himself some embarrassment later in case she was one of those people with a high school sweetheart that she'd been with forever.

Well, the notebook made communication much easier. Kurloz seemed to be able to hear just fine, so it looked like sign language wouldn't be necessary. That was just as well. The only sign language Hotstreak knew were all rude gestures, including one-fingered salutes.

He passed over the map.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead."

[He looked over to him, then looked on the other wise of him to see if she was talking to someone else. Since they were the only two there, she could only be taking to him. He shifted his gaze back to the window.]

It's cold. [But that was obvious.] I'm a summer person.

All the rude ones? Kurloz could probably teach him some new ones if he wanted. Kurloz took the map and looks around at their surroundings. Once he figured out where they were on the map he traces the route with his pen. He would have used a pencil if he had one but oh well.

With a smile he handed the map back before scribbling: ANYTHING ELSE in the notebook.

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