~Academy of Young Witches/Wizards Preschoolized~ Begins.

[Musical Mayhem]

And so it begins.
Alright, at the beginning of your posts, state your room number (The important ones are listed below) and name. Like I have.
Important Rooms:
101: Cooking. Kids make food here, such as grilled cheese. Many appliances and foods.
116: The Playground. It's indoor, think like McDonald's Playland. It's very small and hidden, the perfect place for meetings.
119: The Council Room. It's very large and open and totally off limits. It has a secret door in its back closet that the kids have discovered.
120: The band room. Kids learn to play tiny instruments and sing here. Very large and open.
209: The Auditorium. It's where the announcements are made every morning.
210: The Cafeteria. Kids can go out on the little balcony and eat, only under supervision.
214: The Infermary. It is here that the sick kids and staff are kept.
301: The Boy's Dorms. This is where we sleep.
302: The Girl's Dorms. This is where we sleep.
303: Faculty Dorms. No one is allowed in here, but staff.
More rooms WILL be added.

Teachers:

Ms. Buncahbrown: She's the cafeteria lady. She is a rather pudgey woman, with a cute, round face. She has messy brown hair, always kept up in a bun, and always seems to be carrying around brownies. She is very nice to the children and seems to be slipping some sort of power-enhancment potions into their food. However, she's currently in the infermary, due to some sort of fume poisoning.

Ms. Rachel Flutterbee: She is the teacher of potions class. She is a small, petite fairy, whom has pink, translucent wings, along with matching antenae. Her red hair is often put up in a rather perfect looking bun. She is only about a foot tall, and not very strong. She is the fairy member of the council.

Mr. Desperite Marchingo: The "head announcer" of the school. He performs all announcements made to the children. He is a tall, thin, pale vampire, with rather greasy black hair, always slicked back in the typical dracula-esque way. He often wears capes of various dark colors, but all are stained and rather nasty. He thinks a lot of himself and is often very mean.

Mrs. Andrea Esprit: She is a tall, lean witch who teaches spells. She is head of the council and often VERY mean to the children. If they can't perform their spells correctly, they get a zero for the day. She is often seen in her famed emerald green witch's hat, along with matching cloaks, which conceal her clothes. There are rumors circulating around about her cloths being made from various ridiculous things, such as pure fire and water.

Mr. Jason LaRue: The band director. He is a simple, humble wizard with barely any powers at all. He tends to be rather moody and is starting to get on the older side. However, he attempts to be nice to the children, but is, as stated, moody.

Ms. Joy Vandertramp: Joy is a wood nymph who specializes in healing herbs. She is the school's nurse. Not much is known about this wood-bound vixen, but that she is always wearing green and has bright red hair. There are rumors that her room is full of nothing but an endless enchanted woods.

Now it's around 3 in the afternoon, class has just let out and the schedule is as follows (starting at the beginning of each day)

8:00- wake up.
8:30- breakfast in caf. Eggs/pancakes/waffles
9:00- school begins, with Potions class in room 208 on the second floor.
10:00- Art in 123
11:00- lunch in caf.
11:30- recess
12:00- band
1:00- Tiny Spells, room 230
2:00- A random period where one of the council will show up and teach.
3:00- free time. Students may roam the castle as pleased.
5:00- dinner in caf.
7:00-curfew. Be back in room with PJs on and ready for bed.

~Whitty, Council Room, A119~

The Council was meeting a rather large room. Several species were present, accounting for all of the good, and evil, in the world. Finally the one who appeared to be the head, the witch, stood. She was slim, with long black hair, and a matching pointy cap and cloak. Underneath was a skin-tight emerald dress. She smiled and addressed the others. They all sat around a rather large round table, each in a large chair with a symbol on it, representing their species. Hers was a witch's hat.

"We are here to discuss the binding of the children's powers," she spoke in a strong, almost annoyed voice.

The fairy raised her hand, her pink wings fluttering impatiently, "We've already tried, but none of our potions are strong enough," she grumped snottily from her chair with the pink flower painted on it. It had delicate petals of pink, matching the tones of her wings.

"Not with potions," the witch's teeth flashed. Her voice was menacing and evil.

This time the centaur stood, shaking his mane, and knocking over his chair. "You mean...?" he trailed off, "We can't do that. Especially if they find out. The parents would be hopping mad!" His chair had a rather large hoofprint on the back.

"Fine. We'll try to find another way. Any suggestions...."

Whitty gasped and tumbled out the secret closet area. She had to tell the others. Their powers were the most valuable thing they had and she'd sensed something wrong going on here for ages. But how would she know? She jogged down the long hallway known as hallway 1, where all of the rooms starting with 1 something where. She skidded down the hallway towards the lobby. She stopped, panting. The short run had made her tired. The only thing this stupid place lacked was exercise. And communication. She had no way to talk to the others until dinner, which was a whole 2 and a half hours away!

Whitty paused to take in the rather large tv in the center of the lobby. It was huge, with various colored dots on it. The purple one, hers was in the middle of the castle lobby. She growled at her dot. She hated having the pressure of always knowing where she would be. She wondered where Pepper was. Too bad she didn't have a dot, or else she could just find her little dragon without a problem. But the others were all scattered around, their dots lost to the wind.

She shrieked in frustration and headed past the auditorium towards the cafeteria for a snack. The snack lady was sure to be there. And where there were snacks there were little kids. Especially since today was Monday, brownie day. After a hard day of school, she was ready for a snack. And brownies were the perfect ones.

She wandered down the empty halways, glancing at stupid artwork on the walls. Her artwork was MUCH prettier, but they refused to display it. They only displayed real magical artwork. Even her stick figures beat this junk. But hers were special. Her stick figures came to life. She smiled at the memory of Pepper pealing off of the page. But her artwork and powers, were supressed here. She sighed, then rounded the corner to the cafeteria.

"Hey, Whitty," a kindly lady said with a smile. Ms. Bunchabrown, the cafeteria lady. Whitty's face broke into a happy smile, "Would you like a brownie dear?"

"Yes!" Whitty shrieked happily. She grabbed the brownie and jogged to a little table, the power-binding conversation completely forgotten in the joy of a brownie.

OOC: The Council wants to bind their powers, meaning take them away temporarily. Potions are one way, the other way is rather violent and painful. Whitty often spies on them so if anyone wants to meet Whitty... It's around 3 in the afternoon, meaning SNACK TIME!

 

[The_Mighty_Medicham]

~Ethan, Band Room 120~

Ethan sat in the corner of the band room, staring in awe at the mass of musical instruments on display. However, the majority of them were on shelves and on top of a cabinet that was too tall for him to reach. Just one instrument was in easy reach of his tiny hands. He pulled down a miniature tambourine and looked at it. He then proceeded to hit the tambourine with his other hand. The sound made him laugh uncontrollably.

"This makes a fun noise," Ethan said out loud, even though no one was around to hear him. He continued to make noise with the tambourine. With each strike he let out a shriek of laughter. This continued for nearly fifteen minutes.

As Ethan continued to play with the tambourine, a violin on the top shelf started to slowly quiver. Just as his laughter reached it's highest point, the violin flew off the shelf and smashed against the opposite wall. Ethan looked up and stared at the spot the violin hit. Knowing he would get in trouble, he started to run towards the cafeteria for a brownie. He put the small tambourine in his pocket so he could experience the joy once again.

Ethan was walking down Hallway 1 and stopped to look at the giant television with the colored dots. He cocked his head to the side and saw that only one dot, the purple one, was in the cafeteria getting a snack. He started off on a run down the hallway, trying desperately to beat the rush. Ethan barrelled into the cafeteria and nearly ran into Ms. Bunchabrown.

"Slow down sweetheart, otherwise you might miss the little things in life," she said as she handed him a brownie. Ethan closed his eyes and smiled up at the nice lady as he took the brownie. He then proceeded to a small table.

Little did Ethan realize just how correct Ms. Bunchabrown was in her statement. Ethan was munching on his brownie and didn't even look up. If he did, he would have noticed a small mirror and saw his reflection. In this reflection, he would have noticed that at that moment, his normal brown eyes were now a bright yellow color.

OOC: Ethan hasn't shown any of his powers yet, and is unaware that he even has any. Hence, his confusion when the violin flew away.

 

[~Neon~]

~“Cubby”, Cooking Room: 101~

One small boy sat amongst white goods, ignoring any others charging about. He was perched on a small wooden stool. His eyes were glazed over, watching the hypnotising dance of the fire that was on the grown-ups stove. He was never allowed to plat with the bigger stove, a slight annoyance whenever he came in. He figured he was just as good as ANY of the teachers!

Cubby stood up and removed one of his gloves. He figured the fire must be like snow- beautiful to the eyes and gentle to the touch. Smiling, the white-haired child pushed his stool so that it was right up against the oven. Cautiously he stood upon the wobbly chair, using his arms as a balance. He used his gloved hand to support himself as he leaned over the stove, bare hand reaching for the quivering flame.

He retracted it sharply after touching it, yelping in pain. What was that? It felt like a really small but concentrated sun! Cubby frowned, and shifted his cap away from his eyes. When he inspected his hand, his frown deepened. It was red. He sighed, and reached for the fire again. Hopefully the mini sun wouldn't attack him again...

“OW!” His high voice rang shrill and clear throughout the little kitchen. Tugging his hand away caused him to overbalance and topple onto the floor. A dull ache started on his right side where he landed, and his hand stung horribly. Tears welled up in his large, blue eyes.

A loud wailing alerted the one of the teachers who was passing by. Cubby was bawling his little heart out, screaming that the world hated him and was attacking him with little suns. Cubby dimly noted the teacher gasping and turning off the stove. “I wanna not hurt!” he pleaded to the teacher, shaking his throbbing hand at him.

Cubby was lifted off the ground in a farmer's lift, attracting the eyes of the several other little cooks. The teacher hissed in his ear; “You're a good boy at cooking, but how many times have the staff told you to not touch anything but your own things?!”

Cubby started crying again at the man's harsh tone. As they excited room 101 the little white-haired boy launched a kick on the man's back, causing the teacher to drop him. Cubby's loud sobbing was reduced to a whimper when he landed, thoroughly convinced that he'd die if he took more risks. The teacher shouted at him, telling him “to get his own damn butt over to sick bay (why I even bothered taking care of these little...)”. Cubby stared at the sea of carpet, eyes slowly lifting up to view a large television. His little white dot was stationary, and so bored with it he looked at the other dots. Two familiarly coloured dots were positioned at the cafeteria. Needing comfort he got up and trudged there.

A kindly-looking lady regarded the downtrodden boy before bustling to him. “What is the matter, Cory?” she asked softly.

Cubby turned his head up to look at her face. “I like Cubby, Mrs. Bunchabrown,” he said, almost cryptically, before adding, “The minisuns hate me.”

A look of puzzlement crossed the cafeteria lady's face momentarily, before being replaced by a huge smile. “A brownie will chase those blues away!” she chirped, shoving the cake into his hands. Cubby thanked her and went to sit at a table.

He had gloved his burnt right hand after he had gotten up, to protect it from more minisuns. A long scar on his forearm had turned the same bright red as his hand, but he disregarded it. It liked to change colour a lot. It tingled as he opened his mouth to take a bite...

FWOOSH!

One charred brownie was the result of a small fire expulsion from the little boy's mouth. Eyes narrowed, he threw the burnt food away and rested his head on the table.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

~Whitty, Cafeteria~

Two of the boys had wandered in from wherever they'd been before. Whitty watched as little Ethan, the only boy here without powers skipped in and was handed a brownie by Ms. Bunchabrown. She had already told Whitty several times not to speak about powers to Ethan, but this was an emergency!

She began to rise when Cubby wandered into the cafeteria, chatting with Ms. Bunchabrown about the mini-suns. Whitty giggled. She'd made the same mistake a few weeks before. She looked down at her converse-covered toes where beneath her purple polka-dotted socks was a bandage covering her own burn.

She stopped, watching Cubby. Did she tell Ethan the big secret? Obviously he knew the others had powers... but then why was he here? Whitty sighed. She probably should tell Cubby first... Whitty twiddle her thumbs and popped half of her brownie into her mouth. She looked from Cubby to Ethan and back again.

Just then Cubby coughed, and his brownie was burnt in a huge whoosh. Whitty giggled, then hopped over to his table.

"Wow, you're just like the firey things in the kitchen!" she exclaimed, waving her brownie in the air. She laughed, then handed him the other half of hers, "You can have mine. Normally Pepper would eat it, but she ran away," she wiped the crumbs off of her fingers and pulled out the tiny pencil from behind her ear and started doodling on Cubby's napkin.

Just then an idea popped in her mind. She knew how to tell the others of the "big problem".

"Hey Cubby, can you tell the other boys to meet in the mini-playground after the big people tell us to go to bed?" she looked up at him for a moment with big, chocolately eyes, then back at her doodle, "I think the grown-ups are gonna do something bad to our powers. I wanna talk to you guys about it," She hopped off, leaving the doodle, which was a bunch of tiny stick figures in a box, a perfect replica of the area they'd be meeting, on his table. "I gotta go find Pepper. She gets lost without me," Whitty turned and headed back to her table to gather her trash.

"Bye Ms. Bunchabrown! Thanks for the brownie," she stated calmly, waving to her. She deposited her trash in the cute little garbage can, just big enough for the few kids that lived in the castle. Then she turned and skipped out of the cafeteria, to find something to do until dinner.

 

[The_Mighty_Medicham]

~Ethan, Cafeteria~

Ethan slowly ate his brownie and wondered why nobody was coming to talk to him. He jumped in his chair when he heard Cubby come in. He watched Cubby talk to Ms. Bunchabrown about "mini-suns". He giggled quietly, knowing for a fact that they were actually called "fires".

Ethan frowned when he watched Cubby burn his brownie to a crisp.

"Why can't I do anything special?" Ethan thought to himself. Every other child was capable of spectacular things, but he couldn't do a thing. He saw Whitty talking to Cubby and she drew a small picture. Ethan became jealous because Whitty was never alone so long as she had a pencil and paper. Whitty quickly bounded from the room and he watched her leave.

Ethan got up to go to his room. He knocked a napkin onto the floor and continued to walk away.

"Ethan dear, don't litter. Please pick up your napkin," Ms. Bunchabrown said. Ethan sighed and walked over to the napkin. He placed his hand over it and started to stoop over when the napkin suddenly flew into his hand. He smiled and ran over to Ms. Bunchabrown.

"I got it!" he yelled as he looked up at her. He then ran out of the cafeteria in pursuit of Whitty to show her what he had just done.

Ms. Bunchabrown nearly fainted after Ethan left. She dropped the tray of brownies and busied herself by picking them up. Ms. Bunchabrow took the broken tray and old brownies to the kitchen and got a new tray. She walked back to the table and tried to remain calm, which was proving exceedingly difficult. She quickly sat down at a nearby table and put her hands to her head.

"His eyes....they were YELLOW!" she thought out loud.

 

[Tundra_Wolfmane]

~Rudy, Playground: 116~

The playground was small compared to other playgrounds, but it had one unique feature. There were four trees at each corner of the playground, which grew from some uncemented ground. The room's ceiling was really high, and the trees weren't really that big yet, so the crowns of the trees barely touched the ceiling. The trees were possibly placed there to incorporate a moer natural look, although to Rudy, it didn't look much.

"It'd be nice...'cept the big, gray walls make it look...wierd," Rudy muttered to himself.

He was sitting atop one of the branches of the trees. He had gotten up there by accident when he saw a small bug, one that he'd never seen before, and started following it around. It had climbed up one of the trees, and Rudy, wanting to follow it, subconsciously shifted to his dragon form. This would usually involve a bright flash, but amazingly, there wasn't anyone watching over him at that time.

To any onlooker, it would've been funny to see a three and a half foot, silver-scaled, dragon child climbing up a large tree.

Using inhuman strength, he had climbed up the tree. Unfortunately, when he got up, the bug was gone...and he didn't know how to get back down. So he had just decided to step near to a branch, where he subconsciously transformed back into his original human form, slightly tired but alright overall.

He can sometimes control his transformations, but only when he really concentrates. His transformations usually occur without him knowing; the only tell-tale factor in his eyes being that he'd be taller than before and that he'd gain scales, claws and the occasional strange feature from absorbing an object (not that he usually notices them).

Still, now he was stuck up the tree, just looking down at the playground. He didn't really mind; he liked just watching things from afar. Well, not until he heard a low grumbling sound. He frowned as he looked at the source of the sound.

"I'm...hungry," he muttered to himself as one of his hands started rubbing his tummy, while the other hand was holding on to the branch. This was also one side-effect of transforming; it made him hungry.

He looked back down, and then around the playground. He needed help if he wanted to get back down. This was one time when he wished one of the supervisors were around. It wasn't his fault that he just started wandering around, not listening to the supervisor whose back was towards him, and got lost...okay, it was, but in his five year-old mind, it was only right to leave when you wanted to.

"Um...help?" he called out, albeit not so loudly. He just wished that someone would help him.

 

[ex-ty]

~Ayden, Cafeteria~

Ayden crawled around the floor doing his usual thing of...nothing but crawling around with his head down. He wasnt sure wether he'd gone into anyone else or not, although he knew he could smell brownies, he just didnt want to lift his head up to look around. Ayden suddenly turned right, hit somebody for sure that time but carried on going. Within a moment he had gone right into a wall, bounced off then went in the opposite direction, and once again went into another wall. Turning back around he went into the middle and the room again and sat up rubbing his head. He looked around seeing the others in there. "When did all you people get here?" He mumbled to himself not expecting an answer or even for them to have heard him speaking.

 

[~Neon~]

~Cubby, Room 210: Cafeteria~

“Wow, you’re just like the fiery things in the kitchen!” A high, feminine voice interrupted Cubby’s thoughts of how to get even with the minisuns. Turning his water-blue eyes to the source of the sound, he was met with the smiling face of Whitney. He let out a sigh. Oh dear, a girl had seen him…

Half a brownie was shoved in front of his face. He sat up, surprised. He turned to the beret-wearing girl and held the brownie close to his body with his unhurt left hand. With a nod, she said; “You can have mine. Usually Pepper would eat it, but she ran away.” Cubby smiled at her and popped the brownie into his mouth, careful as to not breathe out any more fire. He savoured the creamy texture of the cake, chewing it up thoroughly as Whitty drew on his napkin. She sure likes drawing, he thought. I keep accidentally rubbing out mine with my hand.

“Hey Cubby,” he heard the little blonde say. He swallowed his brownie and waited expectantly. “Can you tell the other boys to meet in the mini-playground after the big people tell us to go to bed?” She looked at him pleadingly before turning back to her picture. “I think the grown ups are gonna do something bad to our powers. I wanna talk to you guys about it.” And with that, she hopped off the seat and went off to do whatever little girls did with a final, “I gotta go find Pepper. She gets lost without me…”

To Cubby’s delight, the drawing on the napkin started to rise off the paper, to form a crude white cube without the top with tiny little people running around. He could see Whitty with her beret, himself with his hat (which looked very oversized on the midget stick figure) and his idol, Brad, with his afro. Giggling, Cubby poked his own stick figure which toppled over and began silently crying.

A loud crash diverted his attention from the group of animated drawings. The white-haired boy turned to see Mrs. Bunchabrown humming overly loudly while picking up fallen brownies. She took the tray and brownies into the kitchen. So distracted was Cubby that he yelped as he felt something brush his leg. He looked under the table to see the small figure of another boy crash into the wall with a subtle “Dok”. He turned in another direction and again hit a wall, causing Cubby to chuckle. The boy turned again, but stopped before he hit yet another wall. Cubby watched as the boy groaned and rubbed his greasy-looking head.

“When’d all you people get here?” the boy mumbled softly.

“No, it’s only me,” Cubby corrected, poking the Brad stick figure back into the box. “Ayden, Whitty wants us to go to the play place after bedtime,” he explained. He stood up, grabbed the drawn box and walked to the exit. The cafeteria lady was now sitting at a table, fanning herself with her hand and chuckling nervously.

“Missa Bunchabrown?” Cubby inquired, confused. “Are you right?”

“It’s the fumes!” Mrs. Bunchabrown suddenly spurted. “All the lovely, lovely fumes!”

Cubby, frowning, slowly backed out of the cafeteria. That woman seemed almost hysterical… Clearing his thoughts from the slightly crazy woman, he wondered where to go next. He supposed most kids would be in the playground, maybe someone he was to contact would be there. Keeping his burnt hand over the box to prevent the stick figures from escaping, he cheerily set off.

He liked the playground. The slides were very slippery, and the swings were really fun. He didn’t like the seesaws though. The sunlight was meagre in this room, but there was one reason that four trees grew here: The plant mage people didn’t let them die. Cubby idly wondered when he was going to learn how to do plants. When the big teachers classified his powers as “High-Level Elemental Control (Colour Restricted)”, he was told he was to learn how to use them properly. He could only do Air properly at that moment- that was the reason the fire suddenly burst out. The person who was teaching him Air was not very friendly.

A rustle in the tree above caught his attention. One small, black-haired boy was sitting up in a branch, quietly surveying the area. Cubby grinned- It was Rudy, one of his sort-of friends. But one huge challenge lay in his way: the tree. He placed the box down and covered it with his hat. He sighed. His burnt hand would prevent him from trying…

Grey. The walls were grey. That was one thing he understood: Touching grey equalled Air. He cautiously tugged his right glove off, wincing as the soft leather was dragged over his seeping burn. The glove was placed atop the hat. Cubby tapped the wall several times, counting each tap in his head until the number five, which he repeated twice more. He noticed his scar had turned a sickly grey colour, one factor he had not related to his powers quite yet.

Cubby inhaled deeply, head aimed at the floor. He focused on the thing his Air teacher had said: “Kid, it’s a gate. You feel the gate? Yup, near your heart. Open it and let the storm pour out…” There it was- almost a clicking feeling in his chest. Cubby breathed out a lot more oxygen than he had inhaled at a much greater velocity. He felt his feet leave the ground in a giddy feeling of antigravity. The branches of the tree rushed past him as he overshot the plant, almost bumping his head on the roof. He, in a slight panic, stopped exhaling and allowed himself to fall into the tree.

He landed quite delicately in a branch above Rudy, but still cradled his injured hand. He grinned at the dark-haired child below him. “Um… We’re meeting near here, tonight, y’know… You wanna get down this tree?”

 

[Tundra_Wolfmane]

~Rudy, Playground: 116~

Rudy grumbled lowly as he shifted at the branch of where he sat. He was really getting hungry, and that made him a uncomfortable. 'Oh...I wish there was someone here who could...?' he stopped in mid-thought, as he noticed something move from one of the sides.

He turned his head and found one of the other kids, Cory was his name, hadcome into the room. 'Although he says he likes being called Cubby,' Rudy remembered, as he shifted once again. However, he shifted too much and made a small branch fall off, landing on more branches and causing an audible rustle. Rudy's observant eyes just followed it run its course before landing with a small thud.

He then heard some light tapping sounds, which made him turn his head towards Cubby. He was tapping the gray walls. Rudy blinked. By chance, he had seen Cubby's powers and memorized them quite well. He started to think about what he remembered and closed his eyes. He knew that Cubby was able to use many kinds of objects and things, and knew some colors. He remembered Cubby being able to make papers fly by touching gray colored things.

He was rushed out of his reverie when he felt a strong breeze blow by him. He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked back down. He became a bit curious when he found that the young boy had disappeared. He then heard a small rustle above him and looked up.

He blinked back at the grinning, wide-eyed boy before. "Um… We’re meeting near here, tonight, y’know… You wanna get down this tree?" he asked in a friendly tone. Rudy gave back a small, almost invisible, smile. He was one of the kids that he particularly like since they both had an affinity for animals and nature and adults occasionally confuse them as being smart-like.

"Uhm...okay, but...how?" Rudy asked back, tilting his head. He looked back down and exchanged his smile for a light frown. "Its...kind of high," he added, gripping the branch he was holding a bit harder. He then blinked as he remembered something

"I think my...do...do-ra-kon form can get me down," Rudy commented, as he thought of what one of the instructors told him. He said that some things that could hurt others wouldn't hurt him in his dragon form, which Rudy still hadn't been really able to pronounce correctly by the way. He then looked at Cubby. "But how about you?"

 

[Hexagram]

Brad, Faculty Dorms, 303

Brad was sneaking around the faculty dorms in his nice clothes, going through the rows of doors to individual rooms. He was there for one purpose- for booze. He knew they had to have some alcohol. He walked silently, and made sure to walk in the shadows as to disguise himself. He gazed silently at the walls- magnificent artwork was here. He, too short to be seen by any magical cameras, continued to walk, unabated by the possible consequences. All the doors were black, and had no number- just a name, with species and title included. He finally reached the back door, and the bronze plaque affixed to it read:

"ALCOHOL STORAGE ROOM. DRINKS INSIDE. NO CHILDREN PERMITTED".
"Well, we'll just see about 'no children permitted'... heheh." Brad thought to himself coyly. He creaked the door open, and found a cart, and all the alcohol. It was top-notch. Brad took some whiskey, brandy, rum, bourbon, cognac, and some beer, loaded it onto a cart, and tried to find a way out. He silently went through the door, and found a hallway to the Boy's Dorms inside the Faculty Dorms. He rushed through that corridor, not even looking at the walls. He reached the boys dorm, and approached his bed. He had moved it away from the other beds- all away across the room. The wall had two spaces- one marked with an Omega for his alcohol, and one marked Delta for his private books. He was happy- another heist pulled off. He stored his alcohol, and punched his way through more of the wall to make space. He, after a long time, had crafter crude shelves of stone in their- he just raided the janitor for nails, and stone from the playground.

Brad was alone in the boys dorm. He got out his personal instrument for band- his Stradiviarus violin, white in color, made of ivory, and he began to play softly. Since he was forced to play music by band class, his parents sent him his violin. This violin was absolute top class- Brad was pretty pleased. After learning to read music, he began to play. After a few minutes of music, he got bored, and began to read. The literature du jour- Dante's Inferno, Kid Version. Brad sat there and read- like he always did.

OOC: OK, crappy post, just assuring that I still exist...

 

[Musical Mayhem]

OOC: Alright, the computer's back up and here's my post! Note: Whitty always practices right before dinner, so your characters should probably start heading back from the playground and such.Also, Hexagram, it's almost impossible to get into the faculty dorms... actually it is pretty much impossible, so... don't do it again?

BIC:
Whitty skipped back to the girls’ dorms, searching for Pepper. “Pepper?!” she called with a quiet intensity. She sighed, and then headed into the girls’ dorm. Inside were several bunk beds, just enough for the amount of girls in the Academy. She hopped over to the purple bed, where sure enough, the tiny pink stuffed dragon was asleep.

“Wake up silly!” Whitty shook Pepper, then laughed. Pepper stirred, swatting at Whitty’s hands. “Fine.” She said simply, and then reached for her oboe, which lay at the bottom of her plaid purple bed. Pepper jolted up, afraid of the duck-sounding instrument.

“Don’t!” she shrieked. Whitty laughed, and set her oboe case back down on the bed. It was a large black square with a purple strap to place around her when she carried it to band. She was the only one of the children in the school to play the instrument, and thus had to make her own reeds. She settled down next to Pepper, tying reeds together with purple bands and gluing them in their special way.

“What’ve you been doin’ all day?” Whitty asked, her voice implied the rejection she’d felt during the school day without her happy little stuffy.

Pepper yawned and fluttered over to Whitty, taking her beret off and ruffling her blonde hair, “Not much. Just sleeping. And not listening to that wretched oboe,”

“What’s wretched mean?” Whitty asked, her big brown eyes still focused on her reeds.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Pepper muttered, crossing her arms. “You’re distracted,” Pepper muttered. Whitty tossed another reed aside, sucking out the splinter she’d given herself. She then stuck her tongue out. “What’s wrong?” Pepper asked reluctantly.

“I heard the teacher people talking and they said that they’re gonna take our powers away!” she hissed quietly, eyes darting from side-to-side.

“So?” Pepper muttered, “They say that ALL the time,”

“The way that…” Whitty paused to wince, “Hurts.”

Pepper’s sarcastic smile wiped off her face immediately, “No. They can’t do that. It’s... they banned it. They just can’t.” she muttered.

“How come my doodles know more than me?” Whitty sighed, looking at Pepper, “I don’t know the way that hurts,”

“And you don’t want to,” She winced, “But I know the answer to your first question,” The smile re-appeared, “Cuz you drew me smart, duh,” she pointed to herself on Whitty’s t-shirt. Whitty cocked an eyebrow, “Just keep making reeds,” Pepper sighed.

Whitty complied, and then placed one freshly made reed in her oboe.

“Nooooo you ain’t practicing that near me,” Pepper said. Whitty took a deep breath and blew.

 

[The_Mighty_Medicham]

~Ethan, Main Hallway~

Ethan ran out of the cafeteria and tried to find Whitty. He stopped in front of the giant television and stared at all the dots, searching for the purple one. He found it in the girl's dormitories, which was going to be hard to get to. Ethan looked at himself in the mirror and watched in amazement as his eyes changed from a bright yellow color back to their normal brown.

"That's weird," he thought to himself. Ethan then ran down the halls to where the girl dorms were at.

At the hallway leading to the dorms, Ethan heard voices talking nearby. He scuttled behind a statue and listened intently to the people talking.

"It's illegal to perform the process in this way. It will cause the children pain beyond imagine," a female voice said.

"Oh, the little brats will get over it. Besides, once their powers are gone, they won't be able to stop anything that we do. Though we need to decide who to take out first. The strongest, so they can't try to help the others," a male voice responded.

The female sighed. "What about that Ethan child? I don't understand at all why he's here. He has shown no example of power in the time that he has spent here. I think that the people in charge messed up."

"No," said the male, "I sense a great power in him. What this power is, I have no idea. We'll just have to wait and see."

The two people moved down the hall away from Ethan. He poked his head from behind the statue in time to see two cloaks quickly flick around the corner. He glared down at them and felt anger. As he took a step forward, the tambourine in his pocket jangled, and Ethan giggled about it. He turned and ran down the hallway. He knocked on the door to the dorms as loudly as he could.

"Whitty? It's Ethan. I have something re-mar-able to show you!" he spoke.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

~Whitty, girl's dorms~

Whitty's stomach grumbled. She put down her oboe and relaxed her lips, which were extremely sore.

"Do you have to do that?" Pepper asked suddenly, emerging from under the pillow she'd hidden during Whitty's performance, "It's so gross looking,"

Whitty giggled, a musical chime, picking up her oboe again, preparing a huge breath. Then the a loud knock came on the door, causing both of them to jump. "Whitty? It's Ethan. I have something re-mar-able to show you!" the voice shrieked excitedly. Pepper gave a releived look towards the oboe, which remained firmly in Whitty's grasp as she hopped off the bed.

Whitty giggled her wind chime laugh as she headed towards the door again. She pulled it open quickly, then scanning the rocky walls of the castle hall for adults. The adults didn't like it when boys came to the girl's dorms. There were none present, "Ethaaaan," she whined, "You know the gro-ups don't like it when there's guys in the girly dorms!" she taunted.

Her stomach grumbled loudly again, echoing off the chamber walls. Whitty giggled, cheeks reddening, "Looks like it's time for dinner," she waved her hand over to Pepper, who fluttered her short wings, attempting to fly. When she couldn't, she simply waddled over. "You need to eat less," Whitty grumbled to her dragon, who simply glared with her large button eyes.

She bent down and scooped the pink stuffed critter up, holding her around the oboe, "Oops," she muttered, jogging over to her bed and placing it gently on her bed, "I'll clean you up later," she then rejoined Ethan at the door, grasping Pepper. She shut the door quietly, her eyes still looking for gro-ups. "Come on, you can show me the re-markable thing on the way to dinner!"

~The council: Rachel (fairy, co-head of council) and Marchingo (self-declared vampire helper head), heading towards the lobby~

"I smelled him, I was sure that it was he!" the vampire hissed, his fangs almost dripping with thirst. He had a very pale face, his dark brown, almost black eyes darted around the hallway nervously. He wore a black cloak which slipped down from his very tall figure, dragging along the floor, its edge ragged.

Rachel snorted with disgust, "No one talks like that anymore, dearest Marchingo," she laughed, a musical disgustingly seductive laugh.

"I know it was! I know what all their blood smells like," he protested, "It's stronger when they're bleeding but..." he trailed off, eyes far away, then he cleared his throat, "But the point is that if he heard, he'll know of his powers!" he hissed, a feral throaty noise, barely able to be called a hiss.

Rachel laughed again, "He was much too distracted, I am sure of it. If we are going to take out the strongest... I suggest Whitney. She has shown brave leadership skills, and if she gets a hold of a pen that is not enchanted..." Rachel shuddered, the shudder floating through her pink wings. "I've already taken out Ms. Bunchabrown... I found out that those brownies actually help enhance their powers, the little witch," She sighed, shaking her head, causing her tiny red bun to flop back and forth, "I almost hate to be so cruel sometimes... especially to the children,"

"Who cares about those brats?!" Marchi exclamed manically, "they'll get over it." He had repeated this line. "Now, we must make some form of meal for them..." he trailed off as the overhead bell rang, a deep beeeert noise from above, signaling dinner, "Or else they'll be hungry,"

Rachel's face lightened, "I've always wanted to be a cook!" she sang, "I'll go get some mushrooms,"

 

[The_Mighty_Medicham]

~Ethan, Outside girl's dorms~

Ethan watched intently as Whitty put her oboe back on the bed. He became slightly jealous because he couldn't play any elaborate instruments. He always got shoved into the back of the band and played some percussion instrument. He didn't mind too much, because he got to play the loudest.

Ethan looked at Pepper, the small stuffed dragon in Whitty's arms. For some reason, she always talked to Pepper like she was alive. He never understood the whole ordeal with stuffed animals. Ethan's parents never gave him any because they thought they were childish. However, the butler had given Ethan a small brown teddy bear that he brought with him to school. His parents never knew, which gave Ethan a large amount of pleasure.

Whitty walked back to the door and told her instrument that she would clean it later. The door to the girl's dorm was shut and Whitty started to walk down the hallway.

"Come on, you can show me the re-markable thing on the way to dinner!" she said excitedly.

Ethan slowly started to walk towards the lobby which would lead to the cafeteria. He was brimming over with excitement because he could finally do something that would be useful to the group. He started to twitch a little as he walked down the hall besides Whitty. Finally, the excitement of the whole ordeal was too much and he ran a little bit ahead of Whitty.

"Watch this!" he said as he threw the napkin down the hallway. Since he wasn't very strong, the ball only went about four feet. He then turned to face Whitty.

"Check this out," he smiled as he placed his hand directly out. The napkin quivered a little before it flew right into Ethan's hand. He caught the ball and smiled his biggest smile ever. However, he didn't realize that his eyes changed to yellow when the ball started to move, then they changed back to brown when he caught the ball.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

OOC: Wow, everyone else disappeared. I guess I should get things moving so that people re-appear? Also, note that the teachers, three currently already mentioned and two not yet seen have been added to the first post.
BIC:

~Whitty, hallway-> cafeteria~
Whitty and Ethan walked in silence for a while, Whitty humming to herself, and Ethan looking like he was ready to explode. Whitty adjusted her beret from the left side of her head to the center and took in the scenary. The castle walls were big, stone, and ugly.The stones were rather worn down and colorless, like gray clouds. They seemed to loom over the castle like gray clouds from the cartoons. Whitty sighed. The mood was rather depressing. She glanced at Ethan again tenatively, almost as though she were afraid he would spontaneously combust from excitement. Finally, he couldn't take it.

He darted out in front of Whitty, who abbruptly stopped. "What is it Ethan?" she asked finally, her eyes looking rather excitedly at him.

"Watch this!"he squealed, tossing a balled up napkin down the hallway. It only flew a few feet. Whitty giggled as he turned to face her. She cocked her head with a rather confused look. Her beret became lopsided to the left once more as she did so.

"Check this out," he looked extremely excited. He held his hand straight out and the napkin began to quiver. Whitty's eyes widened as she finally understood what was happening. The napkin ball flew into Ethan's outstretched hand. He smiled a huge smile, probably the hugest Whitty had ever seen.

She jumped up and down, clapping and squealing, "Ethan does have powers, he can do special stuff too, Ethan this is so great!" She threw her arms around him, squishing Pepper between herself and Ethan. Pepper muttered and pushed at both of them to get free. "Oops," Whitty giggled, "Sorry Pepper," she disentangled herself from Ethan as her stomach growled agian, "Time for dinner." They had made it to the lobby now and it was only a few feet to the cafeteria. The others were filing in as well, some left over from snack time, others whom had been at the playground.

The children headed into the cafeteria, each sitting down at the rather large rectangular table that had been placed in the center. Whitty placed herself next to Ethan, closest to the end. Whitty smiled excitedly as the bell hanging above the kitchen door jingled, signaling Ms. Bunchabrown's entrance. But instead of Ms. Bunchabrown, there stood a man. He was dark, sinister looking, with huge red eyes and large fangs. He was carrying a large cauldron full of something that looked like puke. Whitty's smile fell instantly. Many of the other children's smiles followed suit.

"Cheeldren," he spoke, and his voice made Whitty's stomach flip, "Ee'm so sorry to tell yew all zhat Meez Bunchabroown haz been taken to ze infeermary,"

"Why?!" Whitty demanded, glaring up at this intimidating man. She wanted Ms. Bunchabrown and her cute meals back! It was burger night!

He ignored her comment, "Eenzted, Meez Rachel 'az proveeded zee deener for tonight, mooshroom zoup!" he exclaimed proudly. A small fairy fluttered in, her rosy wings and red hair almost matched the angry manner in which she handed out spoons and bowls, both of which were almost as large as she. Whitty's face fell and she glared at the vampire man. He simply smiled as the fairy began distributing the gunk, "Enjoy cheeldren," They both walked away.

Whitty stared at her soupy substance until the bell chimed again, "Guys, they must've done something to Ms. Bunchabrown! She was fine this afternoon!"

 

[CleoCosette]

-Camo, outside of girls dorms-

Camo began fiddling with her feather boa she snuck out. She stared at her tracker and attempted taking it off. No luck. "Ho-hum..." She immediately got up, in search of someone to ann- er... hang out with.

She skipped down the halls, dissolving into walls, seeing if there was ANYONE she could talk to. She twirled her boa, and feathers flew all over the corridor. She left them there, why should she clean them up?

She moved quickly, sliding against the walls like a secret agent, when she finally got to the cafeteria. She grinned. "Yay. I was getting hungry." She strided in, looking around to see if there was anyone to talk to. Her arms spread out in a V shape as she stretched and sat down with Brad and Whitty. "Whatcha doin'?" She said obnoxiously. She only caught somrthing Brad said about Bunchabrown. Camo ignored it, a strange thing for her to do and sat criss-cross-apple-souce on the chairs and waited for someone to respond, hoping for a nice conversation.

Her eyes then darted down to her meal. "Ew... what is that?" she said loudly. "I'm not eating it." It was all, well, YUCKY. Her eyes rolled and her nose scrunched up. She firmly shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Not eatin' that... anyone want it?"

 

[Hexagram]

OOC: Cleo, did you just bunny Whitty? Cuz that ain't allowed... I think.


Brad stopped reading when he heard the bell- it was time for dinner. he really wasn't hungry, but he couldn't really tell why. He had heard loud voices saying that Bunchabrown was gone- Brad didn't care. His apathy about what happened was not applied to everything. He closed the holes in the wall, and strolled out the door. The school looked... draconian. Brad thought it suited the administration quite well. He almost cursed that he didn't just go to a regular school- he barely used his powers anyway.

He walked into the cafeteria slowly, not paying any attention to any of the others. He usually sat alone, but today would not be the case. As Brad meandered in, Marchingo had just finished talking. Brad sat near Whitty, reclined in his chair, and said a few words. Brad whispered in his quietest voice, but loud enough so Whitty could hear.

"So... have you heard of their plan? They plan to take our powers. I found out earlier when I snuck into the adult dorms. I saw a big paper- it said something about using stuff to seal our powers. I may be smart, but I have no friends whatsoever. You must have some plan, and I assume you have the others involved. Fill me in- I never liked being left in 'the dark', Whitty." Brad said calmly.

The words "the dark" featured Brad doing the quotation motion with his hards. Brad did not eat his soup- he wasn't hungry at all. He never really was- the food here was bad, and he rarely ate- he had adapted to that the time that famine struck in Siberia when he was 2... Brad's face was taut, calm, with a neutral grin. His smile had long gone extinct, relinquished to Brad's cynicism. He wished the others were as mature as he- he hadn't had a good conversation in months.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

OOC: She didn't bunny me really, just made me flinch. It's sort of like when a character is talking to another and they're walking, it's assumed that the other walks... I guess.
BIC:

Whitty sighed, looking at her soup. She pushed the lumpy things that Marchingo had called "mushrooms" around and around again and again. They really did look quite nasty. Brad slid in as Marchingo left, then reclined in his chair so that his mouth was near even with Whitty's ears.

"So... have you heard of their plan? They plan to take our powers. I found out earlier when I snuck into the adult dorms. I saw a big paper- it said something about using stuff to seal our powers. I may be smart, but I have no friends whatsoever. You must have some plan and I assume you have the others involved. Fill me in- I never liked being left in the dark," he spoke calmly, simply reclining in the chair. He was also not eating his soup. Whitty didn't blame him.

Whitty took a breath to reply when Camo appeared from literally nowhere and poked Whitty's side with a loud boo. Whitty jumped with a gasp, and Camo laughed.

She didn't take any soup, or even a chair, just sat down on the floor and glanced at Whitty, hands folded and asked, "So what ch'ya doin'?"

Whitty glance at both Brad and Camo. She might as well fill them in now. She straightened her beret, then began to speak very quietly, "I've heard their plans. They don't sound good.. just painful. We're going to meet tonight after the goodnight bells at the playground, it won't be hard to sneak out if we all go seperately, or in pairs, say we're going to the potty or something," she pondered as she spoke, quickly and quietly. The dinner bell rang again. Whitty jumped, then glanced up at the door.

The fairy had fluttered through again, "Eat your soup!" she chimed at Whitty and Brad, whom were both not eating the soup, "And you!" she hissed, spotting Camo, "Get a chair and be civilised! And stop whispering, it's bad for your ears I'm sure!" she then fluttered away, back through the door, leaving a trail of ugly pink dust in her midst.

"What a grouch," Whitty muttered, "Anyways," she turned quickly to Camo and Brad, "I think we're gunna come up with a plan tonight at the meeting. I'm having Cubby fill in the boys and I'll just fill in the girls," then she thought of Camo, "but you can tell them too Camo. I don't know what to do yet, so I think we'll just have to meet."

 

[CleoCosette]

OOC: I didn't think that was bunnying... *shrugs*
BIC:
Camo snickered at the fairy. She remained on the floor stubborn as ever. She leaned in, "Oh... not good plans... yikes." She shivered. She almost asked, "Like what?" but Miss Fluterbee always seemed near, and she'd probably scold them with something like "Why aren't you on the chair? And what are whisphering about? Speak in an audible tone!"

Camo sulked onto the chair. She was too curious to be yelled at again. She continued listening to Whitty. "Where should we meet?" she lowered her voice, "The playground? That's a good place..." The she smiled, "And I'd be glad to help." She fluttered her eyes as if she was a princess.

Then she took a sniff of the 'soup'. She gagged. She picked up her bowl and walked to Miss Flutterbee. "I'm sorry, Miss Flutterbee, this soup doesn't appeal to me." She handed the fairy her bowl and smiled sweetly. Flutterbee nodded.

"Okay, just make sure you sit in chair like a young lady..."

Camo walked away. Mission accomplished.

 

[The_Mighty_Medicham]

~Ethan, Cafeteria~

Ethan looked down at his food in disgust. This soup was worse than the time that his parents tried to cook a meal. Somehow his mother managed to make soup a solid. He sighed and very discreetly used his powers to stir the soup around. A voice sounded loudly right next to Ethan.

"Stop playing with your food! Why can't you children be civilized?" Ms. Flutterbee said. She then quickly flew off to scold more children.

Ethan listened intently to what everybody was saying about the meeting and the adult's plans. He didn't like the idea of being sealed off from powers, he just learned he had some. Suddenly, a memory flew into Ethan's head. He leaned over so that only a small group of people could hear him.

"Guys, when I was going to find Whitty I heard some grown-ups talking. They said that they were going to take out the strongest one first, that way the rest of us would fall," Ethan whispered. He was still playing with his soup and didn't notice that he had pulled a strange gray powder out of it.

Ethan flew his hands up because of an idea he suddenly had. While doing this, the powder was flung behind him and away from the table.

"Whitty! I had an idea. What if we kept my power a secret? That way the grown ups won't care about me, then I can throw them against the wall!" he whispered.

OOC: I hope its okay that I mentioned a powder. I was just assuming that something was done to the soup to affect the kids.