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[He read the board, made frustrated sounds at the flustered nurse, and came to terms with the fact that he was stuck because of some...possible dimensional warp or something equally annoying. Except this sounded more like a kidnapping as opposed to some sort of accident, which makes this a little more unsettling. But eh, what can he do about it?]

A: [James is strolling down the halls keeping track of -- or trying to, everything is a little daunting right now -- the rooms and where everything is. At one point he's peeking his head in a room, not quite stepping in, before deciding it's normal and in no further need of investigation. Except when he backs out of the room he accidentally bumps into someone; maybe they were walking passed, or were waiting to go inside and just didn't expect the curious teen to back out as quickly as he did without even looking behind him (which he should honestly be more careful of, considering his unfortunate circumstances). Either way, if there's physical contact, you're now sharing a random memory with him! Traumatic, silly, whichever. Oops!]

B: [James found the lounge! He was about to check out what kind of food was stocked in here because, wow -- when was the last time he ate? Except...was that a spider he saw from the corner of his eye? Well whether or not one was there, James grows visibly fearful and climbs on to the nearest coffee table, looking around the area frantically as if the thing will jump out at him from around a corner! The look on his face suggests he knows he looks like a complete fool, but his deathly fear of spiders (that is totally fabricated by his mind from seeing too many shitty memories of spiders belonging to other people) prevents him from giving a single fuck!]

...Shit. [WHERE DID IT GO??]

((OOC: PLEASE READ THIS especially if you're going with option A because he kind of sees random memories on contact, so...))

bitingthebullet

[ It's early in the morning, nearing two o'clock, when Jason gets restless. Instead of roaming the campus grounds to work out his tension, he's made his way to the East Wing. There's a lot of unused gym equipment here and if no one's going to take advantage of it, he may as well.

He has his legs hooked on a pull-up bar, arms crossed over his chest as he works on his sit-ups. To those that wander in, it's clear that he's been at it for some time; there's a sheen of sweat along his skin and, thanks to the absence of his leather jacket, can also been seen pooling around his neck and pits. That doesn't seem to deter him, however, as he keeps up his momentum and rattles off a large number to himself each time he lifts to the top. ]

((ooc; can do prose if preferred.))

theydcallmeking

[Croc sat in a comfy chair in the lounge. He had a large cigar in hand, and wore a clean white suit. He'd been here a while, and has been able to find items to his liking. On top of that his closet seemed to supply him with nice clothes, tailored to his odd body shape. He likes that he's being taken care of in a way, but still not happy about being here against his will.

[He tried getting answers out of the Lunch Lady, and the Nurse, but he couldn't get anything. Any harm or torture he tried didn't work or he'd black out while trying to get answers, and wake up in his room. He tried swimming off the island, to see what they may be close to, but that too didn't work. He wonders maybe if working alone wasn't enough. Maybe he needed to get a gang started on the island. He'd focus on getting a group together, then taking control... but who on this island was cut out to team up with? He wasn't going to work with any losers, that's for sure.]

((ooc: Croc is chilling in the lounge. Pester, mingle with other people, look for snacks what ever you want :>))

Current Mood: annoyed

intercom_voice

[Oddly enough, the woman who usually pipes in over the speakers at least once a month hasn't shown her face--figuratively speaking--this month at all. However, there is a dull static that pours forth from all the speakers today. It is an unending, but bearable white noise.]

Speak to the Voice...?
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( cut for animal blood )

supercatastrophic

Maul had been biding his time in the shadows, observing. Since the power has returned and light restored there is chance that someone might have seen this Sith Lord, if only his yellow eyes. They're here and they're there. So far, he has seen little to be impressed with but has been left with many questions. He was in an academy of some ancient type, it seems. With no ship to remove himself from whatever planet he had come to mysteriously occupy. This was not the teaching of his former Master, Sidious. Maul had no doubt that any punishment the elder Sith Lord would deliver would not be this passive.

So what was it and why was he here? How was he here? Answers he seeks. Answers the Force is not telling.

Should step outside the darkness? No, but he will draw in those around him who he feels has more to offer. Perhaps it is the darkness in them as well: a hatred that he senses. Perhaps it is their craving for power, for more knowledge, or perhaps it is their weakness. That they fear too much.

Whatever it is, specific candidates might find themselves drawn to an emptier hall. A darker hall. A little nook, maybe, that lacks proper lighting. And only once they are drawn to him will he reveal himself and ask, quite pointedly (with underlying threat): "Tell me what you know."

theydcallmeking

[When the Campus decided to sprout up vegetation and large critters Croc was confused, but not really too worried. If anything this made things more interesting. Things had been getting boring around the building, and Croc wasn't a socialite so wandering the hallways alone wasn't too fun.]

Now this, this is interestin'...

[He wondered if maybe Poison Ivy were here, and making an entrance. So he spent a few hours searching for her. It'd be good to see a familiar face, but unfortunately Croc didn't find any trace of her. What he did find though, was a alligator infested football field. The hungry alligators all turned their attention to the new arrival, and decided he'd make for a good snack.

Croc cracks his knuckles and smirked.]

Okay... who want's their back broken fist ta'day?

((OOC NOTE: Croc is wrestlin alligators, he's by the entrance so chances of the fight spilling into the halls is high. Feel free to help or hinder as you wish u.u!))

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: East Wing

devil_within

Kazuya had never been a fan of hospitals. Even less so when he spent nearly 20 years being rebuilt. The fact he had blacked out in the middle of a fight with his newly discovered brother and woke up in the nurse's office hadn't helped his mood any either. The poor woman attending the office barely avoided his wrath as he grabbed the nearest object and sent it flying through the wall next to the door. Doors were for chumps anyway.

Once making his own exit, he stomped into the hall, looking each way with a look on his face that said he was out for blood, and a glowing eye to match. Someone was going to have a very bad day.

[OOC: I totally blame Anna-mun.]

little_jellyfish

[ Toki wanders around the halls, dumbfounded, looking very misplaced in his clothes which look like they've come straight from feudal era Japan. His friends are no where in sight. In fact...there doesn't seem to be anyone here. ]

This... Could it be an illusion?

[ But that's strange. This is definitely something from the modern era, but it doesn't look like anywhere he'd been before. So who could have made an illusion like this?

He continues his fruitless search, when suddenly he catches a whiff of something good (!!). He follows it right to the cafeteria. Fresh-smelling food! Maybe he'll finally ~~run into~~ find someone! ]

squeal_like_a_piggy

[/BURSTS OUT OF THE NURSE'S OFFICE WITH A BAZOOKA]

[/FIRES SAID BAZOOKA]

[/PROFIT! ...Wait. No.]

[A mid-battle Anna Williams has just appeared in the campus; very much confused and annoyed at the fact that she is no longer looking at her assassination-target through her weapon's scope lens. Rising up to her feet and looking around, the woman's scarlet-red lips form a slight pout. How terribly inconvenient...]

[The female dons a flashy and expensive red silk dress with a dangerously-high slit; her brunette hair fashionably cropped to frame her face. The 'click-clack' of Anna's heels can be heard as she casually saunters through the rubble, debris, and smoke- which she just caused herself- and she looks for someone who can provide her with some sort of explanation as to what's going on here.]

((ooc: SO I DECIDED TO DROP IN WITH ANNA AFTER ALL. For those unfamiliar with her, a full description of Anna, her history/personality, and an example of her voice/fighting style can be found in her profile, if it helps anyone.))

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: A very messy hallway

spelucky

[Taking a moment to peer around the cafeteria, Leo walks over to grab a tray and hesitantly approach the food-counter. Pretty much every option available looks.... equally unappealing.] er....

[Looking up at the rather disgruntled lunch-lady, the German speaks;] Excuse me, ma'am? To be honest, I'm not even sure whether I'm supposed to be here or not... But I can't seem to find the way out, and I was getting a little hungry. So... I was just wondering- do you serve anything here with a little less... well... grease?

[...The lunch-lady merely gives an unamused glare. Leo decides to try again.] I... I don't mean to insult your... fine cooking, it's just--

[Before the rest of the blonde's sentence could even be uttered, a giant glob of... something is suddenly plopped onto Leo's plate.]

................

Is this really..... food..?

[...Whatever it is, Leo supposes it will have to do. With a small sigh, the fighter goes to take a seat and enjoy the free "meal" regardless of it's funny smell.]

((OOC: Well... you've gotta eat, right? Feel free to come and converse with Leo or chat amongst yourselves!))

Current Mood: hungry
Current Location: Cafeteria/Dining area!

intercom_voice

[Whether you're waking up in the clinic just now, or have already done so and are now wandering the halls, a sudden screech of microphone feedback blares over the speakers before fading back out.

A moment later, a woman clears her throat. Her voice is husky and mature, but still feminine, and overall she sounds very authoritative...if not a bit sarcastic.]

Good evening, and welcome to the new school year. I hope your arrival was a pleasant one, last year everybody threw-up from motion sickness, it was quite messy.

[There's a long pause as she seems to think, or perhaps just let any anticipated bustling chatter calm down.] Now, you're all intelligent human beings...for the most part. But I suppose I'll pretend I'm talking to the insipid uneducated masses for a moment; it shouldn't prove too difficult.

[She clears he throat again.] In every hall, you shall find a small intercom. You may use that to ask me any questions after my announcements and "privately" converse. Now, if you head North down one of the halls near the clinic in the Central Wing and keep going, you'll eventually come to either the West or East Dorm Wings, depending on which fork in the road you chose. There you'll find all necessary bunk beds and spare socks.

So, make sure you're all well rested for class in the morning; we wouldn't want to get a failing grade now would we?

[And with that, there's another burst of feedback before her announcement abruptly ends. Anybody who had been wandering the halls will notice a distinct lack of...well, anybody else aside from new arrivals, the Nurse, and the Lunch Lady.

The strange woman over the loudspeakers may have mentioned classes, but the school seemed completely devoid of any teachers to provide those classes. In fact, a lot of things seemed...off.]

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