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Post by OSAMU HEBI KATŌ on Jul 26, 2016 15:56:34 GMT -8
It was time. Another year to begin, another year to study. Another year to experiment. The theater had yet to fill, it's seats were for the most part empty. Exceptions could be made for a couple different areas of the theater that had a sprinkle of kids pocketed in the velvet seats. Most of them sat by themselves, they were more than likely the newest students to the school. All of them bursting with bits of magic and surprises that Osamu was dying to figure out. But he had to wait. The students and staff stared blankly at the seemingly empty stage, some were day dreaming, some dozing off, and some were playing with their little electronic devices. They would soon discover that a signal would be hard to come by in the school. No matter where they went, they would not be able to find a hint of a bar. He had learned from past mistakes and knew that keeping them isolated from the rest of the world was the best way to keep any interference from his experiements. He would hear a handful of complaints a day about the lack of ability to call home, or text, but he rarely cared about their problems. They would learn to deal with it soon enough. Besides, he had given them their precious internet. They could communicate with the outside world through social media and emails. Things he was able to monitor, and change if necessary. But his electronics guru hadn't shown up yet this year, which made him nervous. But as usual he kept his calm demeanor. Smiles rarely graced his impassive features, his lips were more used to frowning down then to lifting upwards. And it felt odd, that now, he was smiling. Osamu wasn't happy, never happy, he didn't know what happiness was. He could portray it, smile when he was supposed to, faking it in just the right manner. But it was never genuine. Never real. And the one gracing his lips at the moment wasn't a happy smile. It was a necessary one. He was a demon is the guise of an earth-bound angel. His young, handsome features distracted people from seeing what his insides portrayed. If someone had the gift to see aura's, his would be pitch black. Of course, no one would ever know. He would never tell a soul and those he experimented on, well, let's just say they weren't able to speak for themselves anymore. Osamu's arms crossed behind his back, his palms facing upwards and resting just above the curve of his bottom. The smile was gone, his dark eyes staring straight ahead through the small slit in-between the curtains, his lips stone on his impassive face. He would have to wait a little longer, just until all the students were seated and ready. When all the teachers were standing and waiting for him to appear. He was a patient man. He could wait. TAG Open to Students/Staff WORDS 493 Anyone who is a student or staff member can reply! One post per character! Osamu will post again in a few days to allow people time to post. Please do not go off on a posting spree with someone else, if you hit it off with someone take it to a new thread! This is a break-the-ice kind of thread for the site to enjoy. No word count!
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Post by HYUK "HUGO" YOUN on Jul 27, 2016 23:49:14 GMT -8
Students were all animated, but for different reasons. Enthusiastic introductions, talks of devilish scandals, summer memories, and latest fashion trends permeated the hallways. It was another year at Masquerade Academy, yet some things never seemed to have changed. The student body’s rowdy behavior was a prime example of such. Silence was a rare commodity around here. Not like it had mattered, anyways.
Hugo walked briskly past empty classrooms with an air of ease. Stray light played off of the boy’s brown hair, accentuating his tall stature compared to his peers. His formal attire and disarming smile would fool any new student, but there were a few that knew not to cross his path.
He paused for a moment to take in the scenery, calm eyes darting to his sides. A subtle "hmph" escaped his lips, but that was all he gave to those that heard. Hugo studied that faces of those that walked on, whittling away at what little time he had left.
“Another year, another year. I wonder…”
His fingers rapped against the spine of a half completed book he had carried along. It was time to go. Striding forward, Hugo made his way towards the theater room. His free hand pulled against the wooden doors before him. He strolled inside, admiring the magnificence of the room.
Even though it had been years since his admission into Masquerade Academy, the theater had always moved him. It was bittersweet, mysterious. Hugo felt as if he could lay in that very room bewitched by it all: the red velvet walls, the lonely stage, the structural prowess that was invisible to plain sight. How neglected the theater must have been over the summer!
Hugo’s eyes flickered to an open seat in the front. “Excuse me.” The shifter said, smiling as he passed by another student. He chuckled once he saw a few seated students numbly staring at their phones. Hugo wondered if they got enough sleep.
He made small talk on his way towards his seat. Simple greetings, a welcoming smile, and a warm tone. It was the best way to break the tension of the first day. Most new students needed a little push and Hugo made sure that push was given.
Finally settling into a middle seat in the front row, Hugo took a deep breath. It was a brief moment of leisure, just enough to appreciate the new day that was to come.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 8:18:11 GMT -8
Well, this was a far cry from the cheap auditorium the last place held their rallies. Twitch supposed a school with this reputation undoubtedly had the money to keep their facilities completely up to date, and apparently some to spend on luxuries as well. He hesitated in the doorway, lips pressed into a small, tight frown. There was a reason he didn't go to movie theaters and this place held too many similarities for his preference. Still, it was a new job and not putting on an appearance would undoubtedly be noticed. So he slunk in, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the different lighting. The stage was still empty and so were many clumps of seats. He wasn't running late at least.
Running a hand over his freshly clipped hair, he sidled sideways, staying close to the door along the wall. It was a compromise between comfort and meeting expectations- just because he was here didn't mean he had to sit. So he stood, leaning back against the velvet draped wall. His left harm hung at his side, the trembling mostly stilled by close proximity to his body. His right arm crossed comfortably over his chest, the hand resting habitually just above his left elbow. The fingertips of his dangling hand brushed against the velvet drape behind him, enjoying the texture. Yup, this place was several flights of stairs up from what he was used to.
His first instinct had been to dress as casually as he normally would, but thankfully some amount of sense had made him take a second, hard look at his choices. He didn't have a lot to choose from but he ended up in a faded blue button up shirt he'd worn maybe twice before. It was untucked over a pair of khakis that had seen better days. But hey, at least they weren't jeans. Especially since none of his jeans were entirely intact anymore. He couldn't recall the last time he'd actually gone clothes shopping. It just wasn't exactly a high priority.
His eyes drifted primarily over the audience, more interested in seeing the students he would be teaching than staring at an empty stage. He wasn't particularly anxious, only curious- teaching was something he found he enjoyed and even if he was a bit out of place in this lux environment it didn't change the fact that he was here to teach. Besides, feeling out of place was normal for him.
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Post by RILEY SUMMERS KNIGHT on Jul 30, 2016 17:49:34 GMT -8
Some things never changed, did they? Another year at Masquerade Academy, yet like the previous two years, the auditorium was practically empty. Back during her first year here, she hadn't even noticed, having been caught up rereading Macbeth, nearly up until the assembly had started. The language of Shakespeare was just something she could never be tired of. It was surprising when she actually did notice. After all, both students and staff attending this academy, were all unique. And she wasn't talking about personalities either. Everyone here, including herself, had what comic book enthusiasts called superpowers. Though she personally liked referring it as a gift. The world didn't need super villains. So considering the kind of people that attended the school, she had figured the best place to talk about their gifts, was a crowded place like an assembly meeting. But what happened back then, was happening now. The place was practically empty, and while she did theorize that maybe she had just gotten here earlier than the 'popular' crowd, she was just deluding herself. They had their reasons for not attending, and she had her own. Still, while she wasn't the type to like crowds, it still seemed lonely without one. But she was never one to miss an announcement. Didn't matter if it was mostly the same thing said last year, and only for the benefit of those who hadn't attended the school in previous years. She liked going over things, and seeing if there was anything new she could learn from it. Coming into the auditorium, her eyes were drifted over several sheets stapled together, which contained basic notes on the kind of gifts people at this school had. Some of them, she had personally built the courage to ask herself, after getting over her blushing. Though a majority was gathered from a friend. She only looked up from her notes to avoid bumping into the door frames, and took a seat at the nearest aisle she could find, under a couple of conditions. Nothing too outrageous. Just an aisle seat that was close enough to hear, but far enough to be away from the spotlight, incase they were called on for questions. She had read once that people remembered the first and last person to answer something, more than if you were in the middle. And with that taken care of, it was reading through these, until the assembly had started. Bone manipulation was one of the real interesting ones on this list. (OOC: If anybody wants, they can either be people who's gift she asked about, or the friend that did most of the work. Haven't yet gotten a chance to post that kind of stuff in a plotter yet, and proboards is acting weird right now.)
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Post by OSAMU HEBI KATŌ on Aug 8, 2016 14:49:40 GMT -8
The turn out was lack luster. But Osamu figured it would be less than satisfactory. Usually only the new students bothered showing up, even some of the teachers didn't care to make a stop by. It didn't matter much, every year was the same. He'd make a speech about conduct and discipline, how everyone should be careful with their abilities and how no one would be able to use their cell phones after today. Osa stared out between the curtains still, his arms tucked comfortable behind his back and a fake smile still resting on his lips. He glanced at each student, taking in the way they played mindlessly with their cell phones and put their feet up on the seat in front of them. Lack of discipline. Osa had been raised to not act so callously in public places. To treat people and things with respect. If you didn't own it, you better take care of it. But these kids didn't care anymore. They grew up in a world where electronic gadgets ruled their free time. Video games and rap music making them violent and hateful. What they needed was discipline. If only Osa had the same rights and abilities that he'd had in Japan. The freedom to punish a student physically worked much better than trying to punish them by taking away their toys. A shift in the red velvet of the curtain reminded Osa that it was time to start the assembly. Whether or not everyone was there. He stepped forwards, letting the curtain brush against his black jacket and slacks. He liked to dress professionally, all the time. He wore suits and slacks everywhere he went. Even at night he'd wear a matching pajama set. His life was about order and discipline and he liked to show it off. " Welcome students," his voice boomed over the staggered crowd. The microphone he wore around his ear magnified his voice more than he needed it to. But he liked the sense of power and command it gave him, so he continued to use it at the max setting. " Welcome to Masquerade Academy for our newest academic year. As most of you may already know, Masquerade is home to some of the world's finest students and faculty. We spare no expense at keeping our academy as clean as possible, and as high tech as possible. As Headmaster, I ask that you do your part to also keep our school running with the utmost efficiency." He paced the stage slowly, never letting his eyes leave the students and staff before him. His voice was commanding but soft, making him friendlier than he really was. " There have been a few additions to the rules this year, other rules can be read in the catalog available at the front desk for any student. This year there is a newly established curfew for the town of Brookings. All students must be inside the walls of the academy by eight, and in their dorms by nine. Anyone caught outside after these times will join me in my office." And maybe downstairs, a twitch of a smile formed on his mouth as he continued to pace. " Also, the dorm room locks have been replaced with key pads. The girls and boys dorms are separate and each dorm now has a pre-determined number needed in order to enter. Please make sure that you all figure out this number by asking a teacher or another student. And finally, although Masquerade is a school full of Gifted students, as well as those with other abilities and some without any, we ask that you don't go around flaunting what you can do. Now that Gifts are becoming more and more pronounced there are more and more people who wish to harm you. We strive to keep our academy safe from outside sources, but we also ask that you do your part in keeping yourselves out of harm's way." " The breaking of any rule will earn a special invitation to my office. And while I don't mind having conferences with some of our students, those who continually cause trouble may not feel very welcome in my office." Osa's smile left his face for the first time, though he needed new test subjects he had to be careful of who he picked. Popular students were more likely to cause an uproar if they disappeared, while students with no family to speak of would cause very little press. Osa could easily pass their disappearance off as just a runaway. " Oh, and unfortunately the lack of cell phone reception has still not been fixed. I'm afraid you will probably lose the ability to use your phones on the grounds of Masquerade at some point in the semester." Or tomorrow. Osa's mouth opened into a smile again. " Masquerade welcomes you, I welcome you, to what I hope if another glorious and successful year." He bowed stiffly, not willing to let his eyes leave the crowd for too long. Standing up he waved politely and stepped back into the curtains. Allowing them to soak him up and hide him from view. The crowd slowly got up from their seats, some had fallen asleep and Osa made a mental note on each one drooling on the velvet. He continued to watch them, up until the last teacher left the theater. And even then he stood there, covered by the curtains and thinking to himself. His hands had clasped behind his back again, his eyes staring blankly ahead as he wondered what strange and magical things this year would bring. TAG Open to Students/Staff WORDS 933 Feel free to post again if you'd like! Otherwise this thread will be locked and archived at the end of the week!
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Post by HYUK "HUGO" YOUN on Aug 9, 2016 17:12:44 GMT -8
The sounds within the theater was muffled once the headmaster’s voice came alive, booming through the speakers. Some students had chosen to still talk, but lowered their voices in fear of getting caught. Everyone else either chose to sneakily stare at their phones or watched on attentively.
It was as if the theater itself harbored a strange blend of feelings: some felt joy for choosing Masquerade Academy, others sad that it was their last year, few defiant towards the enigmatic speaker, and most indifferent. Hugo sat in his seat, surrounded by new and old faces alike, and he couldn’t help but smile. After all, the headmaster was talking. A man who had created a haven for the gifted and supernatural. An incredible individual that the shifter had rarely seen, but respected nonetheless.
“How interesting would it be to talk to him,” Hugo thought quietly to himself. “To uncover the method behind the madness.” He tilted his head, observing the headmaster even further as he spoke. Under Headmaster Katō’s leadership, Masquerade Academy had managed to keep itself hidden from the eyes of the world. It was a daunting task to watch over hundreds—if not thousands—of individuals with gifts while keeping the order intact. This was the main reason why Masquerade Academy had been highly regarded amongst his clan and a large reason why Hugo was here.
“New rules?” The shifter frowned, raising an eyebrow. “A curfew?” Many students groaned in unison. It might have been odd for Hugo, as an exceptional student, to dislike new regulation, but he’d rather enjoyed unwinding in Brookings late at night. There were nights when the detective protégé inside called out to him and slinking around the streets provided a lot of enjoyment. He had grown fond of the rich moonlight, chilling air, the myriad of street lights that glistened like stars…
Hugo caught himself musing and quickly refocused his attention to the presentation. He chuckled once more when Headmaster Katō predicted the loss of cell phone usage on school grounds. What an uproar it would have been if more students had attended the welcome ceremony! The groans became more audible and the shifter knew the phone subject would be a topic of discussion for weeks. Fortunately, the headmaster wasn’t booed offstage.
Once the headmaster bowed, Hugo—as well as a few others—clapped. A cacophony of noise erupted behind him once the headmaster disappeared behind the curtains. The boy stood and scanned the crowd, identifying bits and pieces of conversation.
“How strange, it truly is another year.” With a warm smile plastered on his face, Hugo made his way to a group of new faces and joined in on their conversation before leading them to the exit. His hands grasped tightly onto the spine of his book as he took one final glance at the interior of the room. Sooner or later, Hugo would have to rendezvous with students from his clan. But he had free time. It was all he really needed to know.
“So, have you guys seen the swimming pool yet?”
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