The Hammurabi Academy of Scholastic Excellence [IC]

by **Evraim** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:04 pm

The Hammurabi Academy of Scholastic Excellence

Hammurabi

Hammurabi sat atop the podium, his leggings kicking lackadaisically at the air. He had woken up early that mourning with the intention of directing the preparations for the opening address of the semester, but Pericles and Bill Clinton were doing an admirable enough job without his interjections. Besides, Hammurabi had never been especially partial to social gatherings. At heart, he was the quiet, sensitive type, the sort of man who preferred gardening and long strolls in the desert over the club scene.

As he continued to watch, Cixi unfurled a silk two-colored banner glistening with radiant hues of scarlet and regal purple, with the academy's crest, a decorative golden sun, completing the design. His old friend Qin Shi Huangdi had begun that tradition, one of many that persisted in his institution. Soon, a new generation of students would pass through the glorious halls of HASE, living lives and fulfilling dreams that had always been outside of their reach.

The Babylonian King smiled warmly at the thought. He loved his position as headmaster if only because it enable him to live vicariously through his students. It was a confession he would never think of sharing with anyone else, but it was true all the same. "The students should be arriving soon," he muttered to himself, "I hope Yasmin isn't as diffident now as when she first came to us."

Yasmin (Saladin)

Yasmin ran the brush through her long tumble of dark raven hair one last time, and then drew a deep breath. She looked smart enough in her purple blazer and plaid skirt, like a stereotypical prefect, but this didn't calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Dropping the brush into her toiletry bag, the girl peered at her own reflection with a critical gaze, noting all the imperfections that seemed to glare back at her.

Her gray eyes were too distant and dreamy to inspire confidence in another person, and had an annoying tendency of darting down amid conversations. Her figure was too slight and frail to marks her as someone that others would look up to and follow. Her hair was nothing more than a selfish vanity, an indulgence which was as sinful as any she could call to mind. All she had was her mind, her own sharp wit, that had impressed the headmaster when she first arrived.

It will have to do, Yasmin told herself, strolling from the bathroom. She had been tasked with circumnavigating the dormitories and explaining the situation to her confused peers. So, she did just that. Gently, almost timidly, Yasmin knocked on each door and gave the same series of statements to the new students in a calm, formal tone. "Hello," she said dozens of times, "and welcome to the Hammurabi Academy of Scholastic Excellence. You may well be perplexed, but there is no need for alarm. There should be a series of books pertaining to your life on the desk. Take to accommodate yourselves to your quarters."

Then, before leaving, she instructed the students to don their uniforms and walk to the gymnasium in two hours to attend the headmaster's address. With that she bowed respectfully, gave them her own room and cellphone number, and departed, trying desperately to seem both demur and dignified, and mostly succeeding. Finally, she reached her own quarters, and waited for her roommates to blossom into existence.

by **Decius** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:10 pm

Hitler

Hitler slowly awoke from his deep slumber and got up, as he walked over to his closet and pulled out one of the uniforms, and donned it as he pulled on the clothes. He was eager to prove that he was the best student possible as he liked to be the best. And just then Eva walked into the room already in her uniform. She walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek which Adolf returned. "My darling let us be off." And so they set off down the halls arm-in arm to take a tour of the school before heading to the Gymnasium in two hours. Eva leaned her head on the future Fuehrer's shoulder and heaved a sigh.

by **Zentrut** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:13 pm

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by **Jamessonia** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:24 pm

Otto von Bismarck

The Iron Chancellor awoke to the sound of a female voice instructing him. He nodded and closed his eyes again. Is this Heaven? Otto suddenly stood up and noticed that there was another boy asleep in the bed opposite his. Is he an angel? Or another awaiting entry? He walked over to where the boy was sleeping. His hair and skin betrayed a Mediterranean heritage. Before he could shake him awake, he remembered something about books and a uniform. A quick glance proved that both were there. He decided to put on his uniform carefully before investigating these books.

by **New Strausberg** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:26 pm

Leonidas
Leonidas was just waking up in his office he had been with the school for a while now but not alot of people payed attention to him. He was the person all the students tried to avoid he was the school disciplinarian and head of the spartan program. This morning he would be introduced to new students half of them he was sure to hate. Leonidas got up and headed to the gym beforehand he made sure to take all of the students weapons while they where sleeping. Today would be a very long day.

Stalin
Stalin woke up in bed surprised he couldn't tell what was going on. He looked around his room for his old pipe. He never smoked it just liked to have it around him it gave him comfort. He got up and got dressed quickly as he was told to go to the gym for some assembly. For now stalin would play along at least until he could figure out what the heck was going on.

Richard
Richard woke up and yawned it was another day at the academy for him. Saladin was already up greeting all the new students. Richard got up and started getting dressed he would be wanted in the gym this morning for orientation and didn't want to be late. "Today's just another day of school" he though to himself, but who would be joining them today he wondered as he walked down the hall.

by **The Union of Sjaelland and Fyn** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:29 pm

Charles Palatinate-Zweibrücken the Twelfth, or known as Mr. Zweibrücken
Charles was hastily applying final touches to his mathematics classroom, hoping to impress his first period, and potentially distract them from his large nose. "If only my students had the blindness of my colleague Dandolo," he sighed. He had a painting which he found peculiar, a contemporary one created by a man named Daniel Merriam, and was trying to find a good spot to hang it. He found a wall, and grinned. "Perfect," he stated to himself, and hung the painting. He finally sat outside his classroom door, waiting for his first class or contact with Mr. Dandolo. He prided himself on his interest in math, often talking with Christopher Polhem on the subject, with massive discussions on things such as the octal system for numbers.

by **The Jonathanian States** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:30 pm

Napoleon Bonaparte
After the girl had suddenly appeared, knocking at the door, she had been on her way just as sudden. So Napoleon headed back for his desk, looking for the books. While looking at it, and opening the books, he said, with a french accent, to his roommate, "Well..... that was...", he laughed,"short.". He continued reading up the first few pages and then dropped them abruptly. He turned towards his roommate, his lower body leaning against his desk,"But where are my manners. My name is Napoleon. Napoleon Bonaparte.", he extend his hands toward his roommate,"And you are?"

While motioning to shake his roommates hand a thought jumped up in Napoleon. One that convinced him that he possibly was way too formal with his roommate, who also seemed to be younger than himself.
Younger than myself, what does that actually mean now, Napoleon thought silently,If even I am younger than myself. I died an old man, weary from a lifetime of war and deaths. But I am younger now, stronger again. But why am I in school, if I were reborn I already should be on the academy...... Maybe school changed since my days, it did between my days and those of Caesar or Charlemagne...... But why school again? Couldn't I just be another officer? Why do I again have to pass that process of solitu.... the girl wasn't speaking french to me. I haven't been speaking french This isn't France. Maybe this time I won't be the lone corsican.

Without waiting for an answer Napoleon walked towards one of the dressers, and looked inside. Inside he saw a white button-up shirt, a scarlet blazer trimmed with gold, gray trousers, and black dress shoes. Actually, multiple sets of that. Almost as if it were a uniform, which was something the girl had mentioned, he remembered. And then, behind all those, he saw a few sets of clothing he recognized as having been his own. He pulled out a specific one. His uniform as commander of the Armée d'Italie, his first major command. He looked at his own uniform once, then glanced back at the uniform of this school. He sighed once, and then stored his uniform away, and pulled out a set of the school's uniform.

by **Russian people of america** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:46 pm

Tutankhamon

Tutankhamon woke lazily he yawned and sat up then streched. He felt like a bag of bone's but was full of energy. He quickly ran into the bathroom and brushed his teeth using a strange metal tube that shot water from it's mouth if he touched a knob. He then dressed in a uniform he found in his closet and headed out the door at a quick pace, he wanted to meet some people and was eager to explore this strange place. Egypt was boring and old compared to the new people here and the new technology's. He was also interested in girls at the school, he silently cracked a grin. He walked past a room full of books, not made on papyrus but still similer, when he opened one he found it strange that he could read these symbols, even weirder is he could tell what they were. Looking through some books he saw one on egyptian kings, he read the first chapter then put it back, remembering where it was for later. Walking out of the library he saw a person resembling the person who was sleeping in his room.

Joan of Ark

Joan's eyes flew open, she was sweaty and panting hard. It was another nightmare, the other's here knew nothing of pain compared to being burned alive, as the fire consumed her flesh she blacked out and woke here. She quickly crawled out of bed and made for the closet, she slipped into her uniform then she heard him again, god, his words were not destinguishible and she couldn't understand him. She leaned against the wall to steady herself. After a moment she regained her sense's and head of towards the gymnasium, carefull not to wake the girl in the bed opposite her's. Her mind raced, if she saw another englishman she would seek revenge, no, she would hold control but won't show him or her any trust.

by **Nuxipal** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:49 pm

Cyra awoke face down a book. She felt the shaft of the spear still fresh in her chest and could almost still smell the dirt that she had fallen into after being stabbed. She lifted her head and looked around. She looked down at the page before her and read from some paragraph in the middle of the page. and Cyrus the Great, after a lifetime of greatness died peacefully in his sleep. Perplexed she looked at the cover of the book. Xenephon, a Greek. She thought to herself, Leave it to a Greek to get everything wrong. Cyra went to stand and there stood a girl. And sleeping nearby was another. The one before her was of darker skin, Cyra immediately identified her as an Arab. Standing to greet her Cyra started to speak for the first time since awakening.

"My name is Cyra.. wait. What language am I speaking? Regardless, that book is wrong. I most definitely remember being stabbed in the chest. Don't remember much else however. What is this place?"

by **Jamessonia** » Mon May 12, 2014 3:53 pm

Otto von Bismarck

After putting on the perfectly-fitting uniform, Bismarck quietly walked over to his desk. Sitting down, he noticed that it was fully stocked with pens and other supplies. Educational supplies. I am starting to doubt the divinity of this place. Looking at the books, he noticed a biography. Of him.

"'The Iron Chancellor'! Well, that's one of the nicer ones." He muttered aloud.

As he read, he began to become aware of the impact it seems he had made on history. And it said something about world wars? This definitely warranted further investigation. After skimming the book, he looked around the room some more. Seeing the wardrobe, he paced towards it and pulled the door open. The contents made his heart leap.

Hanging up, next to several sets of the uniform he was currently wearing, was his old Prussian officer's uniform. Running his finger along the fabric, he brushed his finger upon something harder. Pulling the uniform out, he was greeted by the shining metal tip of his Pickelhaube. Laying the uniform on his bed, he gingerly picked up the helmet and rested it on his head.

by **Evraim** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:01 pm

Yasmin

"I apologize that the tome you were reading could not assist you," she replied, not unkindly, before striding closer to the Persian girl. "My name is..." Yasmin began before pausing, unsure of what to say, "Yasmin. I don't remember anything else. We are students enrolled in the Hammurabi Academy of Scholastic Excellence. We're conversing in English at the moment." As she answered these inquiries, Yasmin preserved her solemn, almost melancholic expression, her features suggesting that she was deep in thought.

by **Utceforp** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:02 pm

Ashurbanipal

Ashurbanipal woke up in strange bed. It seemed too soft, too open for the Assyrian king. He pulled himself out of it, with a splitting headache. He noticed absent-mindedly that his beard was gone, and that the ground seemed the tiniest bit closer to him. this was the least of his concerns, though, and in any case he was distracted when a young Arab woman told him that his entire life was in a "book", among other odd things that he had not heard of before. He looked down at himself and noticed he was wearing considerably different clothing. In fact the bottom half of his robe seemed to slit into two, covering his legs separately. He found it remarkably inefficient, but it lead him to one conclusion: He was dead, and had been taken to Irkallu. However, not giving up a good read, he picked up the tablet that the woman had described as a "book". there wasn't much to read on the front of the tablet - it took him about a minute to realize that the words were on thin, flexible separate tablets within the larger one. I'll never understand new technology... he thought to himself. Nevertheless, he began to avidly read about his own life.

Temujin "Genghis Khanum"

Temujin woke up, the pain in her knee from the infected arrow wound fading to nothingness. She had already seen to it that Xia would burn to the ground. Forgetting her now non-existent wound, she noticed she was in a soft bed, in a stone building. She was going to express outrage about being taken to a permanent settlement of all places to rest. She tried to say "Why am I in a Chinese building?", but since she was waking from a deep sleep, all she got out was "Whumenchinesbul". She shook her head, her red, dirty and matted, hair getting out of the way of her face. She blinked, and could see clearer. She (and she was still getting over the fact that she was a "she") was in a room with two other girls, one Arab, one Persian. The Arab girl, who seemed to be in charge, explained things to her. While Temujin was a little raw over the fact that she, the ruler of the largest empire ever conquered, was being ordered around, obviously the girl knew what she was talking about, while Temujin didn't.

Listening to Yasmin's instructions, Temujin picked up one of the books on herself. there was a small picture of "her" on the cover, which made her burst into laughter. "What possibly could have motivated them to give me black hair? I look ridiculous!" She said. Turning to the others, she smiled. "Sorry, Yasmin, I never could stand impoliteness, let me introduce myself - I am Temujin of the Borjigids, Genghis Khan."

by **New Strausberg** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:08 pm

Russian people of america wrote:Tutankhamon

Tutankhamon woke lazily he yawned and sat up then streched. He felt like a bag of bone's but was full of energy. He quickly ran into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then dressed in his uniform and headed out the door at a quick pace, he wanted to meet some people and was eager to explore. Egypt was boring and old compared to the new people here and the new technology's. He was also interested in girls at the school, he silently cracked a grin. In the halls he ran into his roommate. "What's your name, aren't you my roomate"?

Joan of Ark

Joan's eyes flew open, she was sweaty and panting hard. It was another nightmare, the other's here knew nothing of pain compared to being burned alive, as the fire consumed her flesh she blacked out and woke here. She quickly crawled out of bed and made for the closet, she slipped into her uniform then she heard him again, god, his words were not destinguishible and she couldn't understand him. She leaned against the wall to steady herself. After a moment she regained her sense's and head of towards the gymnasium, carefull not to wake the girl in the bed opposite her's. Her mind raced, if she saw another englishman she would seek revenge, no, she would hold control but won't show him or her any trust.

Stalin
"I am Jospeh Stalin or that's what I had my name legally changed to." Jospeh told the strange looking kid who had walked up to him. "Might I ask what your name is and you must have been the one sleeping when I went out of the room I didn't want to wake you so I just headed out." Jospeh felt like he had seen this boy before but from where here wondered.

by **Nuxipal** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:16 pm

Evraim wrote:Yasmin

"I apologize that the tome you were reading could not assist you," she replied, not unkindly, before striding closer to the Persian girl. "My name is..." Yasmin began before pausing, unsure of what to say, "Yasmin. I don't remember anything else. We are students enrolled in the Hammurabi Academy of Scholastic Excellence. We're conversing in English at the moment." As she answered these inquiries, Yasmin preserved her solemn, almost melancholic expression, her features suggesting that she was deep in thought.

"Students, which means... I am no longer Shahanshah." Everything had happened so quickly. One minute she had been riding into battle against the Massagatae and their Queen. Next she awoke in this academy. She was having trouble remembering where an academy was in Persia. "You said Academy correct? What city are we in? Babylon? Susa?..." the names of the other capitols eluded her. Almost as if she had forgotten everything upon hitting the ground. She looked around and saw a uniform matching the one Yasmin was wearing on the bed nearby and another one. She walked over and grabbed it and said "I presume we must wear this while we are here then?" As the other awoke Cyra introduced herself.

by **Russian people of america** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:21 pm

New Strausberg wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:Tutankhamon

Tutankhamon woke lazily he yawned and sat up then streched. He felt like a bag of bone's but was full of energy. He quickly ran into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then dressed in his uniform and headed out the door at a quick pace, he wanted to meet some people and was eager to explore. Egypt was boring and old compared to the new people here and the new technology's. He was also interested in girls at the school, he silently cracked a grin. In the halls he ran into his roommate. "What's your name, aren't you my roomate"?

Joan of Ark

Joan's eyes flew open, she was sweaty and panting hard. It was another nightmare, the other's here knew nothing of pain compared to being burned alive, as the fire consumed her flesh she blacked out and woke here. She quickly crawled out of bed and made for the closet, she slipped into her uniform then she heard him again, god, his words were not destinguishible and she couldn't understand him. She leaned against the wall to steady herself. After a moment she regained her sense's and head of towards the gymnasium, carefull not to wake the girl in the bed opposite her's. Her mind raced, if she saw another englishman she would seek revenge, no, she would hold control but won't show him or her any trust.

Stalin
"I am Jospeh Stalin or that's what I had my name legally changed to." Jospeh told the strange looking kid who had walked up to him. "Might I ask what your name is and you must have been the one sleeping when I went out of the room I didn't want to wake you so I just headed out." Jospeh felt like he had seen this boy before but from where here wondered.

"I am Tutankhamon, pharoah of egypt, i saw you leave the room, do you know anything aout this strange place, and what are these things", he said confidently and pointed to the bright bars of light on the cealing.

by **Sensorland** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:24 pm

Georgia Washington
"That's funny, I seem to have lost my train of thought." Georgia opened her eyes. "Where am I? Who am I? Wait... do I have amnesia? No. No I don't. I'm Georgia Washington. But... where am I?"

She looked around, confused. She had on a strange outfit... Oh right, this was that school! But why was she here? She wasn't sure; she couldn't remember very much. "Oh well, I had better go." She got up observed the room she was in.

Enrico "Henry" Dandolo
Henry looked around his classroom. Or, he appeared to. He couldn't actually see. He walked out into the halls, nevertheless, knowing the way to go by heart. He walked out to where the introductions were. He walked out and met his fellow teacher Mr. Zweibrücken.

"Ciào. How are you today? Time to meet the new students."

by **New Strausberg** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:29 pm

Russian people of america wrote:
New Strausberg wrote:

Stalin
"I am Jospeh Stalin or that's what I had my name legally changed to." Jospeh told the strange looking kid who had walked up to him. "Might I ask what your name is and you must have been the one sleeping when I went out of the room I didn't want to wake you so I just headed out." Jospeh felt like he had seen this boy before but from where here wondered.

"I am Tutankhamon, pharoah of egypt, i saw you leave the room, do you know anything aout this strange place, and what are these things", he said confidently and pointed to the bright bars of light on the cealing.

Stalin
"Those are light bulbs...you really must be Tutankhamen if you don't know what they are look like that and carry yourself like a king." Jospeh was a great judge of character he then continued, "i am unsure what this place is some sort of school everyone is headed to the gym its down this way." Leading e way Jospeh headed down to the gym with tut.

by **Decius** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:36 pm

New Strausberg wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:"I am Tutankhamon, pharoah of egypt, i saw you leave the room, do you know anything aout this strange place, and what are these things", he said confidently and pointed to the bright bars of light on the cealing.

Stalin
"Those are light bulbs...you really must be Tutankhamen if you don't know what they are look like that and carry yourself like a king." Jospeh was a great judge of character he then continued, "i am unsure what this place is some sort of school everyone is headed to the gym its down this way." Leading e way Jospeh headed down to the gym with tut.

Hitler

Hitler was walking down towards the gym with Eva when he came across Stalin and then he glared at him with a look of absolute contempt in his eyes. "Stalin." He growled as he and Eva continued walking towards the Gym.

by **Utceforp** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:44 pm

Nuxipal wrote:
Evraim wrote:Yasmin

"I apologize that the tome you were reading could not assist you," she replied, not unkindly, before striding closer to the Persian girl. "My name is..." Yasmin began before pausing, unsure of what to say, "Yasmin. I don't remember anything else. We are students enrolled in the Hammurabi Academy of Scholastic Excellence. We're conversing in English at the moment." As she answered these inquiries, Yasmin preserved her solemn, almost melancholic expression, her features suggesting that she was deep in thought.

"Students, which means... I am no longer Shahanshah." Everything had happened so quickly. One minute she had been riding into battle against the Massagatae and their Queen. Next she awoke in this academy. She was having trouble remembering where an academy was in Persia. "You said Academy correct? What city are we in? Babylon? Susa?..." the names of the other capitols eluded her. Almost as if she had forgotten everything upon hitting the ground. She looked around and saw a uniform matching the one Yasmin was wearing on the bed nearby and another one. She walked over and grabbed it and said "I presume we must wear this while we are here then?" As the other awoke Cyra introduced herself.

Temujin

"And that means I am no longer Genghis Khan. " Temujin added. She did a double take. "Wait, did you say Shah? Another thing I am not fond of is self-glorification, Khwarazmian. The last Shah, that traitorous bastard, fled my armies and died on some forgotten Caspian island. Or maybe it was in the red sea..." Temujin was hit by another headache as she tried to remember things. "It was a while ago, and not of importance. In any case, it doesn't matter - as you said, we have no titles here." Temujin chuckled. "But we do have clothing!" Temujin without a thought pulled off her armour and began putting on her uniform.

by **Russian people of america** » Mon May 12, 2014 4:54 pm

New Strausberg wrote:
Russian people of america wrote:"I am Tutankhamon, pharoah of egypt, i saw you leave the room, do you know anything aout this strange place, and what are these things", he said confidently and pointed to the bright bars of light on the cealing.

Stalin
"Those are light bulbs...you really must be Tutankhamen if you don't know what they are look like that and carry yourself like a king." Jospeh was a great judge of character he then continued, "i am unsure what this place is some sort of school everyone is headed to the gym its down this way." Leading e way Jospeh headed down to the gym with tut.

Tut followed, he smiled at what joseph had said, he wasn't sure why he smiled but he did. Tut was in a good mood, he figured this joseph was alright, maybe i won't have him killed. From what he saw he assumed this boy was of power, but he didn't ask. As they walked tut watched these... light's, after his eyes started to hurt he turned to look around. As he and stalin passed a girl he smiled at her and was rewarded with a smile back. Maybe the girls here weren't too bad after all. Tut managed to keep joseph's pace but his eye caught on the many foreign objects in this place, how strange, though he was a quick learner so he would get a grasp of the tech of this era. When hitler stopped stalin he hadn't seen tut, so he stepped out from behind stalin. He doubted it but would a fight start then hitler would be at a disadvantage.

by **New Educandi** » Mon May 12, 2014 5:07 pm

Waking up from an (rude) wake-up call, something about books and a uniform, Abraham Lincoln sat up, and rubbed his head, and yawned.
"eugh, it feels like someone shot me in the head."
getting out of bed, he looked at a person who some-how slept through the wake-up call. Ignoring this German-looking man, he left for his desk. deciding to look through the books, he read through his life, finding several historic errors. ("that wasn't a play... it was a party..."). Finding a what looked like a uniform, he started to put on his ("rather tasteless,") shirt, pants, etc. heading out into the halls, he found some rather disturbing information, that being,
"Crap! i cant be late, not today! I missed enough cabinet meetings!"
holding his books, he ran through the hallways.

by **Westeastern Dicantia** » Mon May 12, 2014 6:47 pm

Lilli (Wilhelm II)

"Oh shit, my chest!" Shouted Lilli, sitting bolt upright in her bed. She looked around her room and saw another student's stuff, and some odd looking devices. Nonetheless, that wasn't the big issue here. "Wait...I'm ugh," he said, expressing dismay at his change of appearance. "Then, what...why?" He, now she was shocked and confused; luckily, a name came to him out of the depths of his memory, "Ich heiße Lilli?" He questioned, standing up and rummaging through her things. Eventually, she found a biography of herself, "Ha!" She said as she was reading, "I'll bet I did that. I would do that."

by **The Union of Sjaelland and Fyn** » Mon May 12, 2014 7:03 pm

Charles XII, a.k.a. Mr. Zweibrücken
"Greetings, Mr. Dandolo. I am fine this morning, and I hope the students won't be too problematic." In terms of his teaching at the school, he mostly cared for the discipline and growth of knowledge of his students, after all, improving a student's knowledge is the whole reason a school exists, and that cannot be accomplished without discipline. "I have to say, I'm surprised you could maneuver through the hallways without assistance. However, I'll be glad to help you during the Military History class, should it be necessary." He smiled lightly, but it was a genuine smile, while standing in front of his classroom's door.

by **North Yakistan** » Mon May 12, 2014 8:08 pm

Hannibal

With a soft rustle of sheets Hannibal stored in his bed, feeling consciousness return to him. Slowly but agonizingly he opened his eyes and heard the voice of what sounded to be a young woman at the door, explaining there was to be a gathering soon. So this was it, the place his father had told him would teach him of greatness, just as it had him. Sliding up slightly he took in the room, so bright for an enclosed space, and remarkably clean.

Suddenly he froze, warrior instinct taking over. On the other side of the room sat a young well built man, reading the pages of a pile of tomes strewn across his desk. He looked like a Gaul, but his skin was even paler and his hair jet black. He appeared to be a Tuition, one of the men who had come from the mysterious lands beyond Gaul to ravage Italy in the past. If this was true he was no Roman, and that made him glad, His father had spoken of a Roman at the academy in his time there.

Sitting fully up and throwing his legs over the side of his lofted bed he coughed and extended a hand, bearing a old and vicious scar on the palm. A smile crossed his face, "I am Hannibal, Son of Hamilcar the Barca, heir to the Army's of Carthage, and sworn enemy of Rome."

by **Gvozdevsk** » Tue May 13, 2014 12:01 am

Yulia Tymoshenko

Hearing someone leave the room, Yulia finally woke up. She didn't see the other person leaving, only the door closing behind them.

Where am I? This isn't Kyiv. Why am I thinking in English? Why do I feel young again? Yulia thought, before quickly realizing she was at a school. Everything suddenly felt normal to her, yet strange at the same time. But at least she was young again, not a frail old woman with back problems who had just been released from prison, and for that she was thankful. She rose from her bed and made her way to her closet. She found it stocked with clothes that looked like clothes she would normally wear, and a school uniform.

Well this doesn't look too bad, she thought, examining the uniform. She quickly changed into the uniform, before spotting a mirror and looking at herself in it. Well the uniform looks good, she thought as she began to braid her hair. She thought something about that was strange as well, as she quickly realized if she's supposed to be a younger version of herself her hair should be its natural dark brown and not blonde. But as she finished with her hair, she passed this off and decided not to worry about it.

On her desk, she noticed some books and newspaper articles. The books described who should was and what she did in her life. But she already knew who she was and what happened in her life. At least up to her release from prison. After that it got kind of fuzzy. Something about Russian soldiers in Crimea, and protests about something in the east of Ukraine. She assumed these newspaper articles were meant to explain this. She skimmed through the various headlines: Russia Annexes Crimea, Pro-Russian Separatists Establish "Donetsk Peoples' Republic", Ukrainian Army Begins Anti-Terrorist Operation in Slavyansk, Deadly Gun Battle in Mariupol. Things clearly weren't going all that well for Ukraine, and Yulia decided that was all she needed to know. Spotting a stack of books on her roommate's desk, she went to take a look at those as well. These books were about Joan of Arc. Can't say I know much about her, Yulia thought.

By now, it was starting to get close to the time for the headmaster's address. Yulia left her room and made her way to the gymnasium. She hoped that maybe she would run into someone she knows from her time.

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