Power Acceptance |:| Class Open

[The Headmistress]

Lillian strode into the Game Room with eyes searching for any students lingering around. There were none. Good, less work I have to do. The Headmistress thought with a straight face. It was almost time for her Power Acceptance class to begin, but the chairs were not yet set up. “Good heavens, is it that hard to set up a bunch of chairs like I asked?” the woman questioned in an exasperated tone. Now she would have to do it by herself which could take up all her planning time. Why couldn’t the team who kept the Game Room in check do it? It would have been so much faster. Sighing, the aged woman went about dragging out each of the chairs and setting them around in a circle. Thankfully it didn’t take her long to set them up.

A glance at the clock told Lillian it was almost time for class to start. As a last minute check the Headmistress looked around the room wondering if this was the right approach to take. This was going to be an experimental class for Lillian. Normally, Power Acceptance was taught in the typical classroom. Not this term. This term it would be done in the game room which would be a more familiar setting for the students. Lillian hoped that by doing this, she could reach them better by having the class in a place that was associated with fun or happiness. It killed her that most of the students tended to think of Power Acceptance as being boring and more of a nuisance than actually being of help.

Now it was time for class. Lillian crossed over to the door and opened it to stand there waiting for students. A warm, inviting smile lay across her lips.

[Seth Turner]

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so i go insane like i always do

AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU

A scowl settled on Seth's face as he glanced in the mirror, his gaze settling on the long starts that ran from his shoulders down his back. Turning, he grabbed a white t-shirt and pulled it over his head, glad to cover up the evidence of the other day. His eyes flickered over to the closed door, thankful that Killian was out. Their schedules were often conflicted, so the room mates barely saw each, which seemed to work well for them both. They had a comfortable rhythm, with only the occasional conversation. It was a routine almost and one that he was familiar with and though he would never say it, was also one he was growing to like. Yanking on his shoes, he took in his messy room. Maybe he'd clean it up later, or not, definitely not. Standing up, he strode from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Class time, two words that Seth could live without. He had thought about skipping, after all, there was nothing to be gained from a power acceptance class. Then again, he hadn't been out of his room much lately and he wanted to see people. More like, he wanted people to see him. Of course, there was another reason for his attendance, Emmi had managed to convince him that he should go. He'd argued of course, but she said it was important and Seth didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't important to him. It wasn't like going to a class was going to change his life.

He'd received a schedule the first week of school that kindly informed him that his class would be held in the Game Room. He wasn't sure what kind of stunt the teacher was trying to pull but he wasn't falling for anything. Granted, the teacher just happened to be the Head Mistress of the entire school. He vaguely wondered why she didn't just call herself the principal. What was with these fancy schools and their upscale titles? He'd hoped to escape her notice. The last thing he needed was to have the principal know his face and remember his name, it only spelled out trouble in his future.

Seth's steps slowed as he saw the open door and the lady smiling just beside it. He held back the sneer that tugged at his lips. What was she so happy about? He forced a responding smile onto his mouth. He wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but considering she was the one who could kick him out of Silas Academy, he decided it wasn't worth the risk. Maybe later. "Headmistress." He murmured with a nod of his head. He slipped through the door and sat in one of the chairs that were situated in a circle. Oh great, he already had images of a sharing circle. A smirk settled on his lips.

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[killianquinn]

Killian had arrived just in time to see Seth slip into the classroom. Oddly enough, or what he thought was probably odd for Seth, his roommate seemed to be the first one there. Killian had already gotten the impression that Seth wasn’t the kind of guy to be early, or even on time for that matter. Still, he paused for a second, watching Seth enter, and for the fifteenth time that day considered skipping again. He had already decided that he would hate this class. Killian didn’t understand what ‘power acceptance’ even meant. It would all be useless information to him. He wasn’t expecting to live long enough to need to accept his power at all; as long as he achieved his goal, there was no need for such things.

Ah, yes, his goal. Recent actions and changes of scenery had almost made him forget ‘his goal.’ That was something he definitely did not want, and the excess amount of people accumulating around him was confusing. Seth too. He didn’t want to be comfortable around Seth, but it was becoming apparent that they had slightly compatible lifestyles and easy schedules. By no means were they friends, not in Killian’s eyes. Nor would they ever be. But being around Seth was easy. He didn’t ask for anything, and they were rarely around each other. When they did happen to be in the same room for long periods of time, Seth was content with talking to himself and Killian was content with sitting in his corner, arms wrapped around knees, coughing away.

But even that simplicity was unnerving. Killian let out a breath, and then shuffled to the door, pausing at the headmistresses smile. He had met her plenty of times before. Though technically he had no need for one, she was almost similar to something like his legal guardian. The reason being that even under questioning he had refused to give out his home address to anyone, even her, and since he was homeless and a ‘gifted child in need,’ he was permitted to stay inside the dorms with a small allowance that had grown to become large over time. There had been lots of meetings between them, but since they had got him all settled in, he hadn’t seen her very often. The conditions for his staying at the dorm were that he followed all the rules strictly and that he not turn his power on anyone innocent. And, since his abilities were so unique, he had to take classes for them.

He said nothing to her as he glided in, simply giving her a glance and then studying the room. He had never been inside the game room. It was something to avoid. The seats were situated in a circular style, something that described intimacy between classmates. Now he knew he was going to hate it. He took a step back, but then glanced back to realize that there was only one exit, and the headmistress herself was guarding the door. He paused, glaring at the door, not at Lillian Palmer, and then turned back, going directly for the seat next to Seth’s left. He didn’t want to be caught between two people that he didn’t know at all. If there was no one else, he would move away. Killian smoothed out his black trench coat with his bright yellow gloves, before sitting in a fetal position on the chair, arms wrapped around his knees and fingers tugging at his hat.

(If you don’t like what I’ve made up, I’ll change it. <3)

[Revan Ashkevron]

Revan Ashkevron swallowed hard. She had managed to avoid being put in this course for the past three years, but there was no getting out of it this time. As she made her way down to the game room, her hands started to tremble slightly. Noticing this, the young empath clenched her fists tightly, trying to stop the shaking. Why she was so nervous about this class, Revan had no idea. Maybe it was the thought of consciously facing the fact that she had these strange powers. Control was one thing, acceptance was another. Lost in her thoughts, Revan didn't notice how close her destination was until she almost bumped into the door to the game room. Brushing some loose strands of hair behind her ears, Revan pushed herself past the open door and slipped inside.

Revan nodded once to the headmistress, trying to answer the grey-haired woman's smile with one of her own. She wasn't sure she managed it, though, so she hurried along. As she made her way to the circle of chairs, she noticed that, along with the headmistress, there were two other students here. Seth and Killian, I think, she mused to herself, picking a chair next the boy who was curled into a ball in his seat. I don't remember if I share any other classes with either of them. Emotions from both boys floated over to her, despite her attempts to shield. The boy who was curled up in his chair was severely uncomfortable, and the other didn't seem to care all that much for being here. Not that I can blame them, Revan thought. I don't particularly want to be here either. She took a deep breath and turned to the boy next to her. "Hello," she said softly, a neutral expression on her face. "I'm Revan."

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 411 // outfit // click here // tagged // Lillian, Seth, Killian, Revan spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY Back in her dorm room, Anya was applying the last finishing touches of makeup to herself. She had already straightened her red hair and put on some clothes, now she was just fixing up some sloppy mistakes she made to her makeup. They wouldn't have been so sloppy had she not wanted to get out of the room as quick as possible. With Maddie as a roommate, Anya was often fearful and annoyed with the mischevious girl's pranks. And thus, she tended to spend as little time as she possibly could in the room. Primping done, Anya walked quickly out the door and into the hallways. Her next class was to be Power Acceptance, one of her least favorite classes. She herself felt no need nor did she want to accept her power. To her, powers were imperfections that were best to be ignored, not accepted. While hers wasn't some sort of power that she couldn't control or hide, it was still there. The seven foot long wings were still tucked into her body, tainting it she thought. It was her wings that took her away from her family and turned her father into a greedy monster. And was her her wings that ruined her chance to live the life of a ballerina, now she could only practice in the dance room where seldom would get the chance to see her. At the moment the only person who had gotten the chance to see her dance was Spencer, a gifted piano player and Anya's crush. Anya stepped down into the game room, an unusual place to have a class but Anya didn't complain. It was a nice change of atmosphere, and she mentally added some creative points to the headmistress. The chairs were arranged in a circle and only one word reached Anya's mind; intervention. She shook the thought from her mind to remind her that it was merely a class. "Hello headmistress." She made a small smile as she acknowledged Lillian before taking a seat next to her friend Revan. Things tended to be a little up and down with her and Revan as Anya wasn't one to like others who sensed when she was either uncomfortable or just plain in distress. But seeing that the only other choice was to sit by a pale skinny teen or some guy she didn't know, she decided that she would much rather sit next to the empath that she at least knew. notes // None

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[satara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 529 // tagged // Everyone, it seems. boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Daniel sat on his bed, staring at the pair of shoes across the room for what felt like hours. It could only have been a few minutes, but his mind was reeling and turning so fast that it felt like much longer. Power Acceptance. It was something he thought he'd already come to accept about himself. Every time he used his abilities, someone got hurt. It was as simple as that and he knew it. What was there left to accept? Still, he'd been instructed to take the class and it started in ten short minutes. He probably wouldn't have been so nervous if the Headmistress wasn't the teacher. He'd talked to her a couple times before, but nothing extensive. It wasn't that he was afraid of her, exactly, but he'd been warned by Serinity not to lie to her, so that must mean that her powers allowed her to detect when someone was lying. Not that he made a habit of lying to people, but there were some things in his past that he'd really rather keep to himself. When he couldn't put it off any longer, he strode across the room and grabbed the shoes before stuffing his feet in them hastily. Optimism was the key. He just had to think of the good things. The class might be able to teach him something he didn't know before. Every class had that potential, even when he thought he didn't need it. Also, it would give him yet another opportunity to observe some of the students and find out what their powers were. Daniel knew what Professor Miller was looking for, but he also had some creative freedoms if he ran across something extraordinary. It wasn't exactly a thought that he wanted to keep in the forefront of his mind if he was going to be taught by a human lie detector, but at least that particular task meant he was doing something useful. From the end of the hall, Daniel could see Professor Palmer standing in the doorway of the game room, greeting students as they entered. His gut clenched as he strode up to her, but he ignored it. It was normal to be nervous, right? There was no way she could interpret that as a lie, surely. "Professor." He ducked his head briefly and shimmied past her into the room. The chairs were all arranged in a circle, nearly half of which were taken up by Seth, a dark haired guy curled up in a ball that he'd never met, and a pretty redhead sitting next to girl who was attempting to talk to the human ball. They all seemed to at least know of each other, even if they weren't friends, but Daniel felt uncomfortable already. Seth was the only student there that he'd had a class with already, and they weren't exactly best buds. He eyed the guy in the ball again, thinking that he just might have the right idea. Taking a deep breath, he strode across the room and chose a chair that left two empty seats between him and the redhead, once again labeling himself as the odd man out. notes // psh, I have no notes. XD

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[The Headmistress]

Everything was exactly like it always was. Each class began with Lillian Palmer waiting at the door for her students to arrive a warm, welcoming smile on display. It wasn’t long before one of the most unlikely arrivals walked up to enter the class. He gave her a simple nod of the head with a murmur and continued in. The Headmistress gave a small smile at his retreating back before saying, “It’s a surprise you’re here on time let alone the first one in, Mr. Turner. I’m glad you’ve graced me with your presence today.” There was no harsh tone in her voice. If anything, the Headmistress sounded pleasantly surprised that Seth Turner would show up to class and on time to boot. He wasn’t necessarily a bad kid, but like everyone else, he had his issues.

The next student to arrive was also like Seth in the fact that Lillian was pleased he decided to come to class. These boys today. You never know if they’re going to show up or not. Not giving away anything about her internal comment, the Headmistress gave Killian a small nod as he glided his way into the classroom. As expected, he barely acknowledged her before going to sit, or rather curl up, in on of the seats. Killian was a bit of an odd ball, even for Silas Academy, but Lillian accepted him none the less. If anything, she needed to pay more attention to him and his special ability. Life Force manipulation was a serious business. If Killian accidently lost his hold on his power, he could potentially injury or kill someone. While she was determined for that to not happen, Lillian wouldn’t turn the kid out on the streets to suffer alone.

Revan was the next student to walk into the classroom with a polite smile. Lillian nodded and said, “Welcome to class, have a seat wherever you like.” Her grey eyes watched as the young woman took a seat next to the curled up Killian ball. The choice surprised the Headmistress but it might do them both some good. Anya’s fiery red hair announced her arrival before her facial features did. There weren’t too many gingered haired kids running around Silas. “Hello Anya, welcome to class.” There was no need to tell her to take a seat as it would be painstakingly obvious that that was what she was supposed to do with everyone else already seated. Why waste the breath?

The last arrival was a certain fire manipulator that Lillian was delighted to finally have in the class. “Good afternoon, Daniel. You’re just in time. Alright, I do believe that is everyone.” Lillian followed Daniel into the room after closing the Game Room door without so much as a sound. Instead of entering the circle, she stood on the outer edge with her hands gripping the back of an empty chair. “Welcome to Power Acceptance, the class you all have been dreading since you arrived here at Silas Academy. My name is Lillian Palmer, but feel free to call me Headmistress, Professor Palmer, or just Professor. Any of those will work.” Her eyes focused on each of the students in turn as she looked around the room. Grey eyes met those of the students who actually bothered to look at her.

“First things first, I apologize for making you do this, but you all need to get to know each other as that is a foundational point for this type of class. To answer your unasked question, yes this is more of a therapeutic class. However, I do hope that in due time, Power Acceptance will help you gain a better understanding of yourself, your power, and possibly even others with gifts. So, while each of you tells us your name and power, I would advise the rest of you to listen up. You will do exceedingly well in this class if you manage to master the art of listening, or at least master the art of pretending to attentively listen.” Her British accent sounded throughout the room as a smile spread across her red lips. The dialect was distinct and different than the typical American accent heard in Silas. Lillian’s eyes first found Seth. She gave a small nod to signal he would be the first to do. “If you would, Mr. Tuner.”

It didn’t take the class long before they got their names and powers out of the way. Lillian plunged on. “Excellent, now I’ll do a wee demonstration to prove a point I am very serious about, so pay attention. Each of you is to tell two truths about yourself and one lie. Do not tell us what the lie is. It does not have to be about a serious matter. Something simple will do. As the class progresses, we’ll have plenty of time to develop a deeper bond with one another. Seth, if you would please start again.” While the students went around the room telling their truth and lies, Lillian had retrieved a clipboard from the chairs and held it at the ready. Writing and listening, Lillian watched everyone in the room with close observation. Her gaze was not unkind, however, simply attentive.