Cage the Beast ((Control I))

[Garrett Andvari]

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Having this particular class in a traditional classroom was probably going to be a bad idea. Not that Andi minded too much - a little chaos would make things interesting. Keep the students on their toes. And it wasn't like the damages would be taken out of his paycheck, anyway. Bolstered by that thought, the control teacher raised his attention from the files he was only half reading, and surveyed the classroom past the boots he had propped on his desk. It was a normal-looking classroom, though someone had gotten the idea that rows of tables would be better than having desks. That probably wouldn't last, but with the extra tutoring lessons he'd been having with Lukan he hadn't had time to get them changed. Hopefully it wouldn't cause any unnecessary friction with the students.

Lukan...he wondered if the stubborn teenager would be in his class. Frankly, Andi thought he probably should, but wasn't sure the boy'd let anyone talk him into coming. He needed the help, despite how insistently he claimed to have things under control, but he probably wouldn't take it. Normally Andi would have pretended he cared less...but right now it only added up to more work for him, so he was more willing to let some of the concern show. So if Lukan didn't show up for this class, then Andi would have to talk to him the next time they had a tutoring session. ...That was going to be fun. That would have to wait until he wasn't facing an invasion of small, super-powered people.

Speaking of Lukan and invasions....he'd forgotten to put his name on the board. He heaved a sigh and swung an arm back behind him, trying to get the piece of chalk from it's little ledge on the bottom of the blackboard. It was so far... He swung his arm again, overbalancing his chair and making him grab the chalk tray. As soon as he was sure he was sure he wasn't going to crash to the ground, he grabbed the illusive chalk and stretched one arm up to scrawl out his last name. Not his neatest work, but the students would probably be able to read it. If they couldn't, he hoped they tried to guess what his name was, because that always entertaining, and he could pretend to be offended by whatever nonsense ended up coming out.

Satisfied, Andi returned to his earlier position of relaxation - feet propped in the center of the desk and eyelids hooded as he frowned at the pile of student files. There were going to be trouble makers in this class, he just knew it. Why couldn't he get the easy students? The kind of class that he didn't feel wrung out after... Oh, right, because he was Garrett Andvari, and things couldn't go that way for him.

"Let's get this over with," he sighed and dropped his head back, refusing to move until someone walked through that door.




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Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
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[nikkiphayce]

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Lani's mind was drifting throughout the day. She didn't much care for normal subjects, that's all they were normal. Well normalcy was not one of her favorites, nothing was ever normal when she was in the foster care system, nothing had become the usual. At Silas however, everything was new, including a few of the subjects, and Lani couldn't wait to join in on one of them.

Lani opened up her book bag as she walked aimlessly away from her last class. "Control I" was written for the next slot. This was one of the classes she couldn't wait to take, she was interested in her powers, and learning to control hers would be very interesting. She had Animal Mimicry, and she loved it, but it wasn't always easy to use. Most of the time she went with the flow, and it activated on accident, and there was also a bit of stage-fright element of the power. Doing it in front of people was much harder then being alone.

Lani threaded her way through the hallway and found the correct classroom... they were doing it in an actual classroom? What if someone was a pyromancer? Wouldn't they all like... explode? Well, if the teacher thought it was a good idea she wouldn't complain until later. She stepped through the thresh hold to find she was the first person here, other then the teacher. her eyes glanced to the chalkboard which said the teachers name... she hoped she would pronounce it correctly. She gave a halfhearted wave to the teacher and took a seat in the third row.


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[izzy]

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[Rufus Lee Bailey]

Rufus met the set of brown eyes glaring into him, glanced about the stiff posture of the man belonging to said eyes, and thought as sharp words were thrown at him. Though no words were spoken on Ruf's behalf, his mind worked rapidly. One message was displayed proudly amongst the spinning thoughts of the teem; sacrifice, he thought, all sacrifice. Even when the towering teacher leaned in close he reminded himself very clearly why he had done it, why that sharpie mark lay so brightly contrasted against the man's skin and smiled back at the teen. The school faculty member so clearly needed a smile, but the scowl carved into his face showed no signs of changing. So Rufus made his own with a simple marker on the teacher's shoulder. The events that followed were something between comical, and distress worthy.

The man grabbed Ruf by the gauge in his ear, tugged him over to a less busy part of the school hallway, and was currently chewing him out until his words began to muddle together in rage. Rufus' hand merely rubbed his ear while his eyes sparked with the knowledge of a job well done. Even when handed the yellow detention slip his face remained calm. The seventeen year old was never a violent individual to begin with. He solved fights with words so insightful they seemed to not belong to the tattooed boy. However, he also knew when to not attempt to stop a fight, and either take the hits or throw a punch. The red faced teacher looming over him was one of those cases. "Sorry sir," Ruf folded the slip and tucked it into his back pocket before promptly saluting the teacher military style. Why? Because he wanted to. The teacher stood fuming, though now partially confused at the boy who drew smiley faces and saluted his superiors. So strange, so very strange...

The bell sounded and Ruf walked the mere five yards to his next class; Control 1. He rather liked his power based classes, not because it was so fascinating to find out what he was capable of, but due to how unusual the concept of a power class even existing is, Ruf never quite grew bored. The seventeen year old's power was not entirely fascinating so he was hardly ever soaked in admiration from his peers for that reason, but others had some of the most unimaginable powers Ruf could imagine. Yet still he was one of the weirdest kids on campus. He did after all, just draw a smiley face on a man's arm with a sharpie. Was there much else that needed to be said about that?

Rufus walked through the classroom door and glanced around at the oh so highly amused faces. He nodded as a single greeting for the rest of the class then took his place in some random seat in the classroom, the middle seat in the fourth row. At a quick look he discovered a blond sitting off to his left shoulder in the third row, then another girl sitting far in the back. He'd get to know them both, he thought and with innocent intent. Ruf's blue eyes then fell on the teacher. He resolved to befriend him too. The teen then proceeded to hunch forward in his chair with his arms folded as a makeshift pillow. Ruf's chin rested on the pillow, and his dark hair cast over his left eye while the other watched the door.

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NOTES! Little short for me but not my worst at least.
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[Alexandria Duvell]

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[Garrett Andvari]

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Andi was a little more than halfway asleep when he heard the first student enter. It took him a few minutes to work up the motivation to lift his head, and when he finally did, he was rewarded with the sight of a pale-haired girl giving him a slight wave. He nodded in return, heaved a sigh, and shifted around so he could watch the rest of them as they made their way in. She was followed by a few others (a couple paired off and chatting) but it was a few minutes before he could hear the girl talking in the hall. He knew the boy's voice that answered as a student from an earlier semester, and that made him somewhat curious as to who the girl was. Fortunately, he was saved having to actually move by the dark-haired girl who shuffled into the room and took a seat in the back. He was also rewarded by the look on her face when she looked at the board. Ha-ha! Success!

The yelling in the hall was enough to make Andi start out of his chair in curiosity. Almost as soon as he had started moving, he stopped and really listened. He knew the teacher's voice - a particularly ill-humored fellow who spent a lot of time yelling at one person or another - and after a moment more of listening, he relaxed back and returned his feet once more to the desk. The bell rang out its shrill warning a few minutes later, and Andi frowned around at the students - there were people missing. Might as well give them a few minutes, since it was the first day and there was an endless list of excuses for why the might not be there.

As though in answer to his thoughts, one of the strangest-looking students he'd ever seen walked in. He must have been the one the rude teacher was yelling at. He looked like a trouble-maker, all tattooed up and pierced, but with a friendly enough face. Andi made a mental note to keep an eye on him, and then scooted his feet to the side, took a final look at the room, and nodded.

"Alright, does anyone know someone who's supposed to be here, but isn't?" He glanced around the room long enough to see no one react, and then glanced at the attendance sheet by his boot. That wouldn't really help, he didn't know anyone's name, and wouldn't be able to say who was or wasn't there. "If there is anyone who should be here, then text him discreetly and tell him to get his-yes?" He broke off curiously so he could turn his attention to the girl approaching his desk with a smile. She offered her hand with an introduction and, to his disappointment, a correct guess of his last name. For just a second as he shook the offered hand, he considered pretending she'd said it wrong and pitching a fit. She saved herself the spectacle by continuing to speak, though her words slowly drew his eyebrows toward his hairline. “I just wanted to say that I look forward to being under your tutelage-" He resisted the urge to begin laughing very loudly, "-this term and I hope to learn many invaluable lessons from you." A given, if he did say so himself. She ended with a very gracious apology, and then took a seat before he could direct her to.

It took a moment to collect himself, and he bought it by swinging his feet off the desk and standing up. He was not going to laugh at her in front of the whole class... Clearing his throat, he stood up and surveyed the students. "Well, I suppose you all know my name now. I'm your control teacher, and we're going to start off by going over the rules, and then you're each going to introduce yourselves and your powers." He paused to let them react if they were going to, because that pronouncement usually went well. "First of all, the rules. There aren't a lot, but I reserve the right to shout out new ones whenever they occur to me. So, rule number one is that you will do what I say, when I say it, because I say it. I will throw you out if you can't do this." He wasn't kidding either, but there were always a couple who just had to try. "Number two is: don't touch me. Handshakes are alright, but don't do anything past that." This had also once been a problem. "Third ones is not to use your power unless I give you permission. We might end up in the the simulation rooms, but as long as we're in here, I really don't want to deal with damage to the stuff in here." He couldn't think of anything else right off, so he shrugged and propped himself against the front of the desk.

"Those are my big ones, but I'll let you know if something else occurs to me. But for now we're going to move on to the introduction stuff. My name is Garrett Andvari. You are not allowed to use my first name, but if you can't manage my last one, then you're allowed to call me Professor A. I'm going to show you my power, and then you all are going to have a chance." True to his word Andi shifted into a bluebird, looped the room, and then shifted back to land in front of the desk. After a second to let his brain adjust to being human again, he smiled around at the class. "Alright, so you guys are going to do the same thing. Give me your name, say what your power is, and then give a small example." He leaned against the desk again and resisted the urge to let his head twitch as he looked around. He should have picked something that had less-irritating habits. Maybe everyone would be too interested in watching their classmates to notice his occasional slip-up.


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[izzy]

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It didn't help much with how bored she felt, nor did it make the time go by faster, but at least it was being successful at keeping her awake. This was precisely the reason she avoided getting to class on time - or before time, as it had happened today - nothing happened on those first minutes, and she could be spared a whole lot of boredom by simply not showing up. But, since today she wasn't going to classes on her own, rather had to be shown around, she had to agree with the unbelievable schedule her brother followed. And be bored. The female payed little attention to those walking in, only sparing them a quick glance before returning to her artistic efforts. None of them really mattered to her until they got to show their powers (assuming that would even happen). Until then, her interest in them was next to none. Having heard the commotion that had preceded one of the males entrances, Logan raised her eyes from the notebook as he walked in and grinned. Well, at least it was good to know some people around this place could have some fun. A couple more students followed him, and the professor seemed to be ready to start the class, asking if someone knew anyone that should be in the class but wasn't. She offered him a blank stare in return - she didn't know anyone let alone people who should be in this class. However, it appeared that someone was indeed late. A brunette, whom Logan deemed not older than she was, walked in. Logan spared her a glance before returning to her work. That was, of course, until the female -Alexandria was her name- begun to apologize to the professor. Logan focused her attention back on the female, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as she listened to her talk. That proved to be quite a bad idea. “I just wanted to say that I look forward to being under your tutelage this term and I hope to learn many invaluable lessons from you. Also, I’m sorry for being late. I have no excuse, but I promise it won’t happen again.” Logan couldn't help but snort as she heard the words, being quick enough to disguise it as a coughing fit while she returned her full attention to her notebook. Was that girl for real? But finally, it seemed that the class was going to start. She payed little attention as the professor talked, her interest spiking as he told they were going to get to demonstrate their powers. Oh goodie, she couldn't wait to see what powers the other students had. Then he went about a couple of silly rules she really didn't care for, and it wasn't until he said he was going to show them his power that the girl finally removed her gaze from the notebook, her blue eyes locked onto the male as she waited to see what his power was. Within seconds a bluebird had taken the professor's place. So it was animal shapeshifting then. The professor returned to his human appearance and urged the students to start the introductions. And so, the awkwardness begun. Nervous glances were exchanged between students, none of them quite willing to be the first. Oh, for crying out loud! This was ridiculous! Letting out an annoyed sigh, Logan pushed her chair back quite loudly, standing up and walked towards the front of the class. “Hmmm... Hi. I'm Logan Hudson” she started with a grin and waved to the class. “And I have Ability Replication so... yeah.” she finished, glancing back to were the professor was standing. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. It would be so much easier if she was allowed to touch him, but apparently he had some sort of rule against it, so she would have to work with what she had. For a couple of seconds, nothing happened, but then, much like what had happened before, a bluebird took her place. She shifted back, not at all pleased with the feeling, and her knees gave out, causing her to stumble forward. Luckily, the desks were close enough so she could steady herself on the one right in front of her. “Okay... let's not try that again” she muttered, straightening herself before returning to her seat. lots and lots of words, OUTFIT eeeh, logan doesn't like shape shifting xD

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[Rufus Lee Bailey]

The variety of students roaming Silas were immense, and every corner of every stereotype was reached. Perhaps the powers made their personalities more... exaggerated, comical even. Rufus liked this escape from normality, even if he viewed himself nothing more than average when it came to powers. The scientists back at Fort Campbell demanded Rufus take a power related class, a request Rufus decided to obey unlike most rules he'd encountered. He didn't care about discovering the true potential of his own power, but he didn't mind observing others. There are just fascinating and unworldly. Who cared if he could change colors?

Ruf lifted up his head as the teacher began to speak, but retained a slouched posture as was customary of most teens. He was however, far from bored as a late student interrupted the teacher in a... polite way? The seventeen year old mouthed the word 'tutelage' then smiled cheekily. Powers were only so interesting. It was the people that brought amusement to Rufus' face. "... well that was awesome. Hey umm.." He tilted his head to the side and attempted to read the messy writing on the board. "Mr. And... vari. Andvari! When do we get to learn the power of escaping punishment? It's that word tutelage isn't it?" Rufus knew better than to assume you could be taught an entirely separate power, but he was just joking. Though if that strange word had any magical significance then Ruf would find it.

Rules! His smile widened in elation as he straightened up in his chair. This was after all, Rufus' favorite part of class introductions. The first rule was already guaranteed breaking. Ruf could never pledge his utmost obedience, for there would always be some circumstance during which he'd find a proper order to ignore. "And what about high fives, sir?" Ruf was a very handsy sort of guy, enough said about the fate of rule number two. The last rule Rufus didn't ponder much on, for his power was neither dangerous or overall impressive. He wouldn't be breaking any equipment.. in that manner anyway.

Ruf's interest further peaked as the teacher shifted into a flurry of blue. "Holy shit.." The boy had no filter, nor was he lacking in amazement. Unlike so many students attending Silas, the thoroughly tattooed teen still harbored interest in the strange. The following power gained no less of a response as the brunette turned into yet another bird. Ruf mumbled to himself something about animal planet before standing up and happily moving to the front of the room. "First of all.... I wish I could turn into a bird or somethin' but I.. can't. Sorry to break the chain." He huffed, moving a strand of dark hair out of his face before continuing. "And I'm Rufus, Ruf.. Rufy, etc. My power is-" He cut off, placed a finger to his lips. Did his power truly have a name? "Well I'll just show you." Ruf's power was quick acting, and within two seconds his tattoos had spread across his entire body until only his eyes and clothing remained visible. The rest of his body was now the board, wall, markers, and anything else situated behind the teen. Or at least that was how Rufus was currently painted.

He smiled, though no flash of white shone. That was covered too. "Like.. camouflage I suppose." The tattoos suddenly shrunk back then retained their color and shape. Now his smile grew visible. "Badass ink right?" Ruf skipped back to his seat and flopped down onto his chair, still smiling. The teen's feet soon found the top of his desk as he prepared for the next presentation.

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CREDITS! Haze

[Alexandria Duvell]

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[atrb=background,http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m237/_Tsukiyo_/middlef3.png] Alex wasn’t completely blind to her classmate’s amusement with her elaborate greeting, and she even thought she saw a hint of laughter hidden in the professor’s eyes. But none of that bothered her; she simply sat with a smile on her face and her eyes trained on the professor as she listened to some of the students whisper and laugh behind her. One girl’s feigned coughing fit nearly fooled Alex, until she glanced over and saw laughter written on her face as well. To one particular comment, Alex couldn’t help but laugh and turn around in her seat to see who the comment came from. It was the tattooed boy with pretty blue eyes that shone with amusement. He was definitely a comical individual, but she couldn’t help but wonder if this interruption was the first of many to come throughout the class. There’s always one in every class, she thought as she turned back around to listen to the professor’s introduction. As Professor Andvari delineated his rules and expectations for the class, Alex couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow a bit. She’d never had a professor with personal space issues that were so urgent that they felt the need to warn the class against making physical contact with them. It was curious, but Alex didn’t think any more on it once the professor began to explain how the class’s introductions would go. A demonstration of their powers? Seeing as there wasn’t anyone in attendance today who happened to have a gaping wound or a broken bone, the healer wasn’t entirely sure of how she would demonstrate her power. I’ll wait to go last, maybe by then I will have come up with something. Alex watched with excitement in her eyes as a full grown adult male transformed into a small bluebird within a blink of an eye, her gaze following the flight of the little creature as it made its way around the room. When suddenly the bird became Professor Andvari again, Alex jumped in her seat a little, not expecting him to change back so fast and only just a few feet in front of her. She couldn’t help but let out a meek smile in her embarrassment, before clapping for the professor’s demonstration. Bravo! Sadly, she was alone in her applause for the professor and she quickly stopped herself once she realized it. Where was the enthusiasm? It wasn’t early enough in the morning for everyone to be so dead. From then on, Alex watched quietly while the students showed the class what they could do. The ability replicator was interesting, though she wasn’t the first of the sort Alex had encountered. The memory of another power replicator Alex knew came to mind, a male student, also by the name of Logan. He was able to mimic Alex’s power after briefly making skin contact with her. She was amazed and curious as to how this Logan was able to duplicate the professor’s gift without even having to make skin contact. She knew that the same powers manifested themselves differently when found in different people, but she still couldn’t help but wonder. By the time Alex was able to drag her mind out from her memories, the next thing she saw was a pair of eyes floating above the tattooed boy’s clothes. She hadn’t been listening when he introduced himself and didn’t see how his skin suddenly blended in with his surroundings within a heartbeat. When she heard his voice again it all started to make sense. Camouflage, she repeated in her head. Alex continued to wait to show her power, still unsure of how to demonstrate it. After watching a mind reader, a telekinetic, and a wall crawler, Alex’s chance finally came. At one moment, Alex was gazing in astonishment as a student, by the name of Nate, crawled along the walls and up to the ceiling. She even laughed as he made faces at the class as he hung upside down. But moments later Alex found herself jumping out of her seat and springing into action when he faltered for just a second and gravity proved that it wouldn’t be defied any longer. Nate crashed to the floor with a loud thud after first smacking his head on the corner of the professor’s desk, rendering him unconscious. Within moments Alex was kneeling over the boy, a kid a few years younger than herself, and she quickly found the gash in his scalp from which a steady stream of blood was spilling from. Several students shouted in panic and one even darted out of the room to get the school nurse, but the boy couldn’t afford to wait around for the nurse to arrive. A faint nearly indiscernible blue light surrounded Alex’s hands as she pressed them to the wound, the healing energy quickly getting to work on the surface injury. Alex managed to keep her composure through it all as she focused to channel all of her energy to her hands where her skin met with his head. Within minutes the bleeding was stopped and the wound was closed, but Alex was more concerned about the internal damage the boy could have sustained from the fall. Those always took more time and energy to heal. Alex was so focused on her work that she didn’t notice that the nurses arrived until they tapped on her shoulder to let her know that they could take it from there. Minutes later, the boy had been wheeled out on a stretcher and the pool of his blood had been mopped up and all evidence that remained of the incident was a small blood stain on Alex’s sleeve. The ordeal had sapped a large amount of Alex’s own energy and it took quite a bit of effort just for her to stand. Leaning against the professor’s desk for support, Alex halfheartedly waved at her classmates before introducing herself in a weakened voice. “Hey guys, I’m Alex. And I’m a healer, in case it wasn’t obvious.” The room seemed to spin a little with every movement she made, but eventually she made it to her seat where she sat with her head resting on her desk. “I hope Nate will be okay. She muttered out loud before her eyes slid shut. She wouldn’t fall asleep, never would Alex sleep through class. But she’d let herself rest until the class regrouped and the professor proceeded with the day’s lesson. OUTFIT

[Blitz Wielder]

“Get down, get down!” BOOM! A shell hit close by. Dirt flew up into the air. Silence. The dust swirled around and around obscuring all vision. Blitz calmly turned his head from side to side, shell shocked. With a confused expression, the younger man looked to his right. A man lay beside him. His face was ignited with fear. Dead. He was dead. Blood poured from his ears and elsewhere. Blitz didn’t care to examine him further. Peering to his left the guy blinked rapidly and wiped away the dirt on his sunglasses. It did nothing to help their predicament. Beeps. No wait, it was a ringing sound. No…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Blitz groggily lifted his head while simultaneously bringing his hand down on the alarm clock’s snooze button. Groaning, he put his head back down and was out. No dream followed. The time flew by. Blitz twisted so that he was no longer on his stomach and on his back. A shaking hand rubbed his face while a tortured sigh escaped. While his nightmare had been tamer than others, it wasn’t any more pleasant. A look at the alarm clock revealed he was going to be late for class. So what.

The guy took his time getting up, brushing his teeth, pulling on clothes he hoped were clean, and walking out the door. To pass the walk time, and to keep others from talking to him, Blitz shoved his headphones onto his ears and blocked out the world. Expressionless, the former Army member shuffled through the school grounds ignoring anything and everything. Today was going to be a shitty day, just like any other. Why was he still here? The school wasn’t helping him in the least. If anything, it only served to anger him.

Arriving outside of his class, Blitz paused just outside of the door way. Suddenly, a couple of students were running out while others inside gasped in panic. Confused, Blitz stepped aside watching them run down the hall. “The hell…”

[/color] he murmured peering back into the class with a raised brow. The first day of class and already someone was hurt. That was a confidence booster. A raven haired girl appeared before him kneeling down in the front of the class. An unconscious student lay at her feet with a small pool of blood beginning to form. He could hear the other student’s reactions at the scene. Ha. They acted like that was something. If only they had seen what he had. If only they knew what true horrors could be witnessed. Giving a snort, they guy was about to enter the class to take a seat but the previous students had fetched a nurse. All of them barged back into the class.

Blitz sneered with a growl not appreciating being pushed out of the way. Oh well. What could he do? Wait. Why was he so eager to enter the room anyhow? It was a class and classes meant work. That was something he was beginning to loath with a passion. He dearly missed the days when he could be physically doing something other than putting a pen to paper. Wouldn’t class be cancelled with one potential death already? The girl healed the student, the student was removed, and Blitz still stood outside of the door way contemplating whether or not to just return back to his dorm and go back to sleep. Alex introduced herself and told the class before her what her power was, as if they couldn’t guess on their own. Then she weakly made it back to her seat. Hadn’t they shared another class before? Martial Arts? A decision was made.

Sauntering into the room, Blitz lightly touched the wall next to the room’s light switches. Instantly, the overhead lights began to flicker manically until they went out completely. Before proceeding, the lights sputtered back on and Blitz surveyed the room looking for a seat. There was one just behind the girl. Might as well have a view while in class, right? Even if it was the back of her head. Plopping down into the seat, Blitz stared off into the distance. Oh right, he was supposed to give his name. Ah, what did the class care? He probably wouldn’t talk to any of them anyway and there would be very little class participation. Besides, his music was much more interesting.

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