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daybreakacademy2019-03-18 09:23 pm
pipewrenchfights) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-03-18 09:23 pm
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Coming Ready Or Not
WHO: Allie Stoklasa, Open!
WHAT: An American arrives hot off the plane, ready to give this private school of superpowered people a shot. There are prompts to choose from! You could choose one, or make your own!
WHEN: March 18th
WHERE: All over campus
NOTES: Allie can only speak English, womp womp. Also have a theme song.
A. Arrival
[The Seer that had found and escorted Allie pretended not to notice when the girl snuck a fistful of pretzel packets from the stewardess's snack basket and stuffed them into her pocket. Old habits died hard, and Allie was pretty sure a rich school that could afford to fly someone like her on a private jet could afford to surrender some flight food.]
[When the plane landed, she reached up to drag her faded red sports bag from the overhead bin and shouldered it, shuffling down the steps in her worn sneakers. Even though it was spring, the Alps were still cold, and she was glad she'd borrowed Jin's denim jacket after all. The edges were worn white, and there were several punk and rap artist patches sewn here and there with a small row of square studs on the back. It kept her warm along with the checkered red and white flannel and black Nirvana shirt. She hooked her thumb in the belt loop of her jeans, turning her head to squint-stare at the numerous buildings that lay ahead of her. The March winds were fierce, tousling her ponytail of scarlet curls tied back with a green handkerchief.]
[The Seer gestured toward the office with a smile, and Allie shrugged, following along with a casual pace. At least it wasn't too hot here, so that was a plus she supposed.]
[After she was registered, she slumped on a wooden bench with one foot propped on her bag, waiting patiently for her first tour guide to show up. She was told a teacher or student, or maybe even a few, would show her around certain areas of campus, so she didn't mind waiting around. But if she was left to her own devices for too long, she'd just wander off and poke around on her own.]
* * * * *
B. Bcomputer Center
[Eventually Allie has to sign in to the Iris Network, and pick a username. For most people, this would be simple.]
[For Allie, her brow dips further and further the more she struggles to figure out how this damn thing works. She just wants to send an e-mail to Jin, it's not like she's going to use the network to keep track of assignments and schedules. She had a paper print-out, that was all she needed.]
Enter your username: __________ _
[Frowning, she hunts and pecks out one key at a time.]
a ll i e
_______ _ That username is already taken. Please enter a username.
Shit.
[Allie hammers the backspace button. She's not going to use any of her nicknames, she hates them. What should she choose? Shifting in her chair, she tries typing again.]
f u c k y o u
_______ _ Please don't use profanity! Please enter a username.
f u k k y o u
_______ _ That username is already taken. Please enter a username.
...Seriously?
[Her beetled brows shoot up. Damn, she kind of wants to meet whoever picked that for their username. Okay, well, back to square one. She remains hunched over the keyboard, vulture-like, using just one finger to slowly type one letter at a time. She could probably use some tech help...and a username too.]
* * * * *
C. Cafeteria
...Holy shit.
[Allie isn't the sort of girl who gets stunned easily, but the sight of all that food leaves her momentarily frozen and almost speechless. Save for her colorful exclamation of course. For the past two years at least she's been living off of cold cut and mustard sandwiches, instant ramen and cup o' noodles, and box dinners. Sometimes she'll splurge and make spaghetti with a nice jar of meat sauce.]
[But this is real food. Some of her foster families had parents who were good cooks, so she knew what a homecooked meal tasted like. It's just been a really long time.]
[Flinging her duffel bag on the floor and shoving it carelessly under the table with her foot, Allie drops hard onto the wooden bench, picking up a plate and immediately shoveling haphazard heaps of food onto it. Once it's good and heavy, she settles the platter in front of her, sucking a smear of mashed potatoes off of her thumb, and she digs right in.]
[Her posture is awful, and she barely pauses to take a breath. Even when a bite is only half-chewed she's already cutting another square of ham and cramming it into her mouth, using a torn roll to chase gravy and cheese sauce off of the plate. It's not like she was starved or malnourished, but this is one hell of a feast.]
[Seeing a student stare at her in a mixture of horror and awe, Allie stares right back, cheeks full. Annoyance creeps across her features before she picks up her plate and jabs it toward the onlooker.]
Wut yu wauntfum?
[The student scoots further down the bench, away from Allie, so she shrugs and goes back to devouring her dinner with severe gusto.]
* * * * *
D. Dorms (Aube or Lumiere)
[Now that she's been informed and fed, she figures it's time to bite the bullet and figure out where she's supposed to sleep. She has no idea what 'Aube' even means. Left? Blue? French sucks. She can see students drifting toward a building that sure looks like it might be a place to set up camp, and she's pretty sure she can glimpse a bed through one of the windows. Hopefully she's on the right track, and if she isn't, it's not like she takes umbrage at being corrected. She'll find out where she's supposed to be eventually.]
[So she moves through the halls, and if a dorm room is quiet, she knocks on it. A chatty dorm probably has two people in it, so she can assume that's two roommates. Her dorm will either have just one roommate or none.]
You expecting a new roommate named Allie?
[If not, she shrugs and moves on.]
WHAT: An American arrives hot off the plane, ready to give this private school of superpowered people a shot. There are prompts to choose from! You could choose one, or make your own!
WHEN: March 18th
WHERE: All over campus
NOTES: Allie can only speak English, womp womp. Also have a theme song.
A. Arrival
[The Seer that had found and escorted Allie pretended not to notice when the girl snuck a fistful of pretzel packets from the stewardess's snack basket and stuffed them into her pocket. Old habits died hard, and Allie was pretty sure a rich school that could afford to fly someone like her on a private jet could afford to surrender some flight food.]
[When the plane landed, she reached up to drag her faded red sports bag from the overhead bin and shouldered it, shuffling down the steps in her worn sneakers. Even though it was spring, the Alps were still cold, and she was glad she'd borrowed Jin's denim jacket after all. The edges were worn white, and there were several punk and rap artist patches sewn here and there with a small row of square studs on the back. It kept her warm along with the checkered red and white flannel and black Nirvana shirt. She hooked her thumb in the belt loop of her jeans, turning her head to squint-stare at the numerous buildings that lay ahead of her. The March winds were fierce, tousling her ponytail of scarlet curls tied back with a green handkerchief.]
[The Seer gestured toward the office with a smile, and Allie shrugged, following along with a casual pace. At least it wasn't too hot here, so that was a plus she supposed.]
[After she was registered, she slumped on a wooden bench with one foot propped on her bag, waiting patiently for her first tour guide to show up. She was told a teacher or student, or maybe even a few, would show her around certain areas of campus, so she didn't mind waiting around. But if she was left to her own devices for too long, she'd just wander off and poke around on her own.]
B. Bcomputer Center
[Eventually Allie has to sign in to the Iris Network, and pick a username. For most people, this would be simple.]
[For Allie, her brow dips further and further the more she struggles to figure out how this damn thing works. She just wants to send an e-mail to Jin, it's not like she's going to use the network to keep track of assignments and schedules. She had a paper print-out, that was all she needed.]
Enter your username: __________ _
[Frowning, she hunts and pecks out one key at a time.]
a ll i e
_______ _ That username is already taken. Please enter a username.
Shit.
[Allie hammers the backspace button. She's not going to use any of her nicknames, she hates them. What should she choose? Shifting in her chair, she tries typing again.]
f u c k y o u
_______ _ Please don't use profanity! Please enter a username.
f u k k y o u
_______ _ That username is already taken. Please enter a username.
...Seriously?
[Her beetled brows shoot up. Damn, she kind of wants to meet whoever picked that for their username. Okay, well, back to square one. She remains hunched over the keyboard, vulture-like, using just one finger to slowly type one letter at a time. She could probably use some tech help...and a username too.]
C. Cafeteria
...Holy shit.
[Allie isn't the sort of girl who gets stunned easily, but the sight of all that food leaves her momentarily frozen and almost speechless. Save for her colorful exclamation of course. For the past two years at least she's been living off of cold cut and mustard sandwiches, instant ramen and cup o' noodles, and box dinners. Sometimes she'll splurge and make spaghetti with a nice jar of meat sauce.]
[But this is real food. Some of her foster families had parents who were good cooks, so she knew what a homecooked meal tasted like. It's just been a really long time.]
[Flinging her duffel bag on the floor and shoving it carelessly under the table with her foot, Allie drops hard onto the wooden bench, picking up a plate and immediately shoveling haphazard heaps of food onto it. Once it's good and heavy, she settles the platter in front of her, sucking a smear of mashed potatoes off of her thumb, and she digs right in.]
[Her posture is awful, and she barely pauses to take a breath. Even when a bite is only half-chewed she's already cutting another square of ham and cramming it into her mouth, using a torn roll to chase gravy and cheese sauce off of the plate. It's not like she was starved or malnourished, but this is one hell of a feast.]
[Seeing a student stare at her in a mixture of horror and awe, Allie stares right back, cheeks full. Annoyance creeps across her features before she picks up her plate and jabs it toward the onlooker.]
Wut yu wauntfum?
[The student scoots further down the bench, away from Allie, so she shrugs and goes back to devouring her dinner with severe gusto.]
D. Dorms (Aube or Lumiere)
[Now that she's been informed and fed, she figures it's time to bite the bullet and figure out where she's supposed to sleep. She has no idea what 'Aube' even means. Left? Blue? French sucks. She can see students drifting toward a building that sure looks like it might be a place to set up camp, and she's pretty sure she can glimpse a bed through one of the windows. Hopefully she's on the right track, and if she isn't, it's not like she takes umbrage at being corrected. She'll find out where she's supposed to be eventually.]
[So she moves through the halls, and if a dorm room is quiet, she knocks on it. A chatty dorm probably has two people in it, so she can assume that's two roommates. Her dorm will either have just one roommate or none.]
You expecting a new roommate named Allie?
[If not, she shrugs and moves on.]
B
[This voice should sound familiar, Allie...if slightly higher than you remember. But that's probably just because of the polite tones he defaults to these days.]
no subject
Thought we weren't supposed to use our full names on the internet.
[Old advice, apparently. But it's just an observation, she'll give it a shot. It'll be the most boring username in the world, but since she doesn't plan on using the network for more than sending e-mails back home, it doesn't matter.]
a ll i e s t o k l a d a
Shit.
[Two backspaces.]
a ll i e s t o k l a s a
Success!
Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh.
[And that's a rare smile from Allie as she lords her success over the infernal computer.]
no subject
[Wait. Wait wait wait. That full name...especially combined with the abysmal typing skills...]
Wh- Allie-chan?
no subject
[His eyes are red. The hair color is about what she remembers, too.]
[Allie frowns, turning her head slowly to regard him from another angle as she rises out of her chair. She's still 5'6", her height hasn't changed at all. But he's a lot taller than the boy she remembers. Broader in the shoulders too.]
[She's only inches away from him, but the lack of personal space doesn't bother her in the slightest as she looks him up and down one more time, just to be sure.]
...Holy shit. You really are Akechi. Wha... HA!
[Her knees dip as the frown passes swiftly into a wide, disbelieving smile.]
How the hell did you wind up in a place like this? You're all tall and shit!
no subject
[He gives a grin, measured to be just shy of showing off his pronounced canines. He's always been a bit embarrassed about them, with the way kids tease. The lack of personal space doesn't bother him either, but he's never been much of a stickler.]
And improving my diet in the past few years has done wonders for my growth. You don't really look that much different, though...
A
[Someone has come to show Allie around. She wore all the bits of the uniform and had clearly made an effort to do so neatly but somehow the whole effect was one of ill-fitting scruffiness. The mild slouch suggested someone who was always kind of tired more than someone who was trying to disrespect her or anyone else.
From her overall vibe, it would also be really easy to mistake her for a kind of effeminate boy.]
I'm Kohaku, and they told me you're Allie? Welcome to Daybreak. I'm supposed to show you around a bit, I guess.
[She had a strong Japanese accent, but her English was understandable.]
no subject
[She smirks, but she's genuinely happy. She could count the number of goodbyes she actually regretted on one hand, and Akechi was one of them. She closes the distance with a half-step, putting her arms around his shoulders and clapping his back with a rough squeeze.]
[Speaking of magic powers, something was missing. While her face is obscured, her gaze flicks back and forth, searching the area before realizing what's different. He isn't haunted anymore. His mother had always been hanging around him, hovering within arm's reach, but there's no sign of her anywhere.]
[Huh. Maybe she moved on.]
[Relaxing her grip she retreats and falls into her chair again, slinging an arm over the back and gesturing to the station next to hers.]
Glad things turned out okay. And now you're all magical an' shit, huh?
[She cocks her head toward her shoulder.]
Whatcha got?
no subject
Yeah, sure.
[She rocks forward to stand to her feet, catching the strap of her sports bag to settle it back onto her shoulder.]
If you'd rather just skip it and take a nap, I won't snitch. I can figure things out on my own.
no subject
[She shrugged.]
I get extra credit for this, and I do ACTUALLY have some good tips that aren't just on a map.
no subject
I can summon a familiar, and I have a magical outfit that increases my physical abilities. Do you remember that archery club I was in, back in middle school?
[The one he was somehow a natural at...]
C
*But something about this girl...*
Do you just never breath or something?