Hackerman Academy (Academy|IC|Semi-Open)

[Anowa]

Hackerman Academy, Act 1: Homecoming

>>OOC<<

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

Dietrich drove up the rather long and winding road towards Hackerman Academy, the deep thrumming of the 6.7 liter Cummins Diesel echoing off the few hundred Sakura trees that lined the roadway. Why in the love of all things holy did the school spend so much money on decorative trees he had no clue. But whatever, he was in charge of the kid's activities in the school, not the budget.

Upon reaching a straight away he glanced over to the passenger seat. There sat a good friend of his, and pretty much the only person on the student council who didn't have a permanent residence at the school. Cameron Vanderslayen. Currently sleeping, why you may ask? Because she lived in Chicago during the summer. It had been an eight hour drive to get there and an eight hour drive back, and by God she was going to be paying for gas money. Among other things. A full 19 hours of driving gave one a certain hell of sleep deprivation, one that the large German had trouble overcoming.

At the very least they were on the home stretch.

The parking lot for the school came into view, among a few dozen other vehicles of both staff and students. There was a clearly open parking space, reading reserved, the only one that was designated to Student council VP. Boy was that a pain to get. The German pulled the white Ram 2500 into the parking space, leaving more than enough room for the two other vehicles beside him room to enter and exit as they pleased.

After making sure everything was square, Dietrich keyed off the engine, letting the Biodiesel fueled monster rest. Dietrich yawned. Waking Cameron in the process apparently. She gave her own adorable little yawn, before speaking in the uncharacteristically husky voice, "Already here?"

Dietrich snorted, replying in his own accented baritone, "You say that like I didn't have to drive through Gary, Indiana at midnight. But yeah, we're here. Hope you have a speech written up because the year's first assembly starts in about..." He glanced at his watch, "... ten minutes."

That woke her up, "Shit."

Dietrich chuckled, before opening the door, "I know where your room is, help you toss your crap in there."

"Fuck off."

A greater chuckle rose from the massive teen. Closing the door he started towards the back of the truck, the canopy keeping all the stuff packed into the bed in place. Including the dozen some odd boxes of stuff Cameron packed. A noise of a closing door on the other side of the truck gave Dietrich the indication that Cameron had now exited the vehicle. Both wearing the school's uniform, Cameron picking the more comfortable pants option, began carting boxes to Cameron's singular dwelling.

[Ormata]

Ululani Scherpenkate
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Driveway

Ululani sat at the driveway, on one of the benches, playing-away on her little Nintendo SP, case battered and scratched. The sounds of “Achtung!” and gunfire could’ve been heard from her little game. She’d arrived some two, three hours earlier with a ride from a friend, got her stuff into the room, and was now just killing time. She already knew her schedule, and what she needed, and had already gotten the books.

She was a firm believer in being prepared.

The beauty of the cherry blossoms, layered about her like a pink ocean, was somewhat lost of Ululani. They were trees, and while she felt like it was, somewhat, beautiful, it was the sort of beauty that lacked direction. It lacked meaning. She could appreciate a fine piano better, or a face, or a painting. The girl could see the meaning in those faces. Those things had some purpose, but then again, being man-made they would have purposes. They would have meanings. That was why they existed.

Ululani heard a car, looked up. A white car had driven-up, one of the more obnoxious Ram ones with the annoying commercials she saw in-between episodes of Top Gear and reruns of Gravity Falls. A giant of a guy had gotten-out, and for a moment she thought too muscle muscle. Hugging him must be like hugging a boulder. Another, a girl, got-out as well, and then Ululani recognized where, precisely, they had parked. “Student Council VP” or something; she had paid slight attention to it. They began to bring boxes up.

The girl got-up, smoothing out her pants as she turned the SP off, briefly jogging to the two. Ululani pocketed the thing, which was admittedly thick enough to withstand nuclear strikes, and said to the two, “Hey, do you two need help?”

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Odette Renou
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 241

Odette was listening to music.

“I don't want to wait anymore I'm tired of looking for answers, take me someplace where there’s music and there’s laughter. I don’t know if I’m scared of dying, but I’m scared of living too fast, too slow. Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I've got to go..”

The Canadian was sitting in her room, neatly treading the line between blasting music and playing softly. Speakers, connected to a laptop, reverberated as their little covers discovered what volume meant. Or rather, what volume meant in moderation. Odette wanted a smoother start than the usual crap that happened. She tapped on her leg in a normal out-of-beat fashion, fidgeting with it too as she sat on her bed.

Odette had a roommate, to her knowledge. The other bed said that, after all, and the three packed cases of items which Odette owned were probably going to explode over the room. Perhaps it’ll be a mutual thing, she told herself. Perhaps the...Alicia Ellis wouldn’t be an asshole. Odette doubted that. Assholes seemed to pot-up like weeds. She checked her watch; 7:50, and her watch was fast. There was some Orientation thing at 8. She still had time.

The campus wasn’t that massive, after all.

[WaRtArIa]

September 8th, 2017, 7:24 AM
Hackerman Academy Driveway

Alicia, yawning, was slowly driving across the road, passing by the many boring plebeians that never seemed to do anything new. They ran around, ate, worked, played, blubbered, shat, and drank. That’s all most people seemed to do, really. They were really uninteresting to be around, so much that Alicia actually felt like falling asleep in their presence. Actually, it was probably pulled an all-nighter, but nonetheless, normal people were boring. Honestly, how was she going to pack all her important belongings in only a few minutes before school started? That simply could not be done.

Some elderly pedestrian bloke decided to block her way to school, so Alicia almost hit him, but at least he got away. Just imagine all the legal problems. Those would be a pain in the ass, huh?

As she continued her lazy drive around one of the many blocks in her neighborhood, a loud and cheerful-sounded shout was directed at her. It seemed that the voice belonged to a male. Well, whoever this person may be, he was annoying, and he really needed to be shut up. Opening the driver’s window of the car, the irritated Alicia stuck her head out the window and started shouting. “Oi, fucktard! Shut your whiny fucking mouth up alrea—oh, wait, it’s you. Well, what do you want?”

A passerby with a stroller gave Alicia and the boy dirty looks, and promptly turned her head away from the uncaring and schadenfreude-enjoying sociopath. Of course, the forementioned sociopath did not give a fuck.

A grinning school uniform-clad boy with golden brown hair was waving to her, lugging his navy blue backpack and his black suitcases behind him. Whatever he was carrying, it seemed heavy. After looking him over carefully, Alicia was able to recognize him as her fellow troublemaker friend, Adrian. Frankly, after he got over the wimpiness and shyness, he was a pretty cool person, although not as much as Alicia. Of course, Alicia was the awesome leader, and thus had to have an awesome conscending look of awesomeness. No matter what other people said, she was awesome.

Adrian, noticing her enormous grin, only made his smile wider. Apparently, he liked making people seem more cheerful, and that statement was not untrue at all. Adrian was possibly the happiest person in this whole neighborhood, and to tell the truth, it annoyed Alicia a bit. “Hey, chica! Mind giving me a lift?”

That would seem rather rude, but given that Alicia was being rude first, and that they were pretty much Bros, this was acceptable behavior. Alicia stared for a couple moments, but then shrugged. “Sure, you weird bloke. Go ahead, I saved one of the front seats for ya.”

Opening the car door, Adrian climbed into the front seat beside Alicia, taking a brief glance at the back. He placed his blue suitcases next to the red suitcases and the cardboard boxes, and was so enthusiastic about school, he almost started jumping on the precious leather seat below him. “Thanks, by the way! For the weirdo comment and the lift. ‘cause being a normo is boring, you know? Oh, heyheyhey, I think school’s that way!”

Stopping her brief bout of whistling the Mission Impossible theme song, she attempted to strike some conversation. Boredom can do a lot of things to her normal behavior, you see. She doesn’t usually talk to people unless it is to annoy them, and even then, that was a stretch.

“Yeesh, calm your horses, you ADHD-ridden fucktar—”

Adrian narrowed his eyes, and made a mock-look of hurt and sadness. He huffed. “Meanie.”

Alicia snorted. “That’s it? Meanie? Tch.”

Until they eventually made it to the school driveway, this is pretty much the entire content of the loosely-defined thing they called a conversation. It was friendly banther.

A succession of many turns and twists occured, and then they finally arrived at the Hackerman Academy Driveway. Well, it didn’t look too bad of a place, to be honest. It looked a lot better than most high schools.

After the long drive ended, Adrian decided that he would need to repay Alicia somehow for the ride. She was a person who loved video games, so perhaps she would like a new Nintendo game. However, Adrian did not feel like sparing the time or money, as he had some other things to worry about. Perhaps helping her with her baggage might be helpful. He picked up all his suitcases, carrying them under his left arm. He picked up one of the boxes. “Anyways, thanks. Mind if I carry your bags for you, m’lady?” Adrian winked.

Alicia “playfully” punched Adrian in the shoulder, and picked up her own blood-red suitcase, large cardboard box, and backpack. The rest of the boxes were left behind, as they apparently were not belonging to her. “No thanks, mate. I can carry all that myself, thank you. Besides, don’t want a bloke like you following me to the girl’s dorms. Don’t want ‘em to get any ideas like that, ya lil' shit.”

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy Dorms 110 and 241

Giving another mock-sad face, Adrian proceeded into the Academy building. Alicia trailed behind him, still snickering in amusement. Luckily, there was a school map displayed at the front, and since the two had rather decent memories, they easily were able to find their own dormitories.

At the moment, Adrian was in room 101. It seemed to be empty, but thankfully, it wasn’t too ugly. In fact, it was almost perfectly symmetrical. There were two wooden desks, two dressors, a bathroom door, a couple of soccer posters (presumably from the previous occupants). Finally, there was a kitchenette with a microwave, electric stove, and sink. A blue bunk bed caught Adrian’s eye, and Adrian decided to keep the top bunk, becaues it was the best bunk. To make sure others would know it was his, he unopened the large cardboard box, and put his own little diamond-patterned blue pillow on there. He liked blue. Also, he was a bit of a douche, anyways.

Meanwhile, Alicia was in room 241. Unlike Adrian, she acted like the rude nerdy douchebag she is. As she opened the door, she set all her belongings (minus her backpack) down on the floor, and greeted the other occupant with a horns sign made with her fingers. “’ey there! Nice to meet ya!”

Alicia set down a small black box of Nintendo DS cartridges. They were some of her favorite belongings, if not the favorite. Taking out her nintendo, her video game box, and her laptop, Alicia put them on a dresser on her side of the room. It seemed that her COD game was the "shiniest" in the box, somehow. Like her therapist said, she should try to be politer when around strangers. She shrugged. At least she tried. "Anyways, I'm Alicia Ellis. I guess you're that Odette Renou person?"

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Driveway

Kegan looked passively at the trees that surrounded him as he listened his two fifteen inch subwoofers playing his music. As he approached the school, he turned it down a bit, so as not to get in trouble on the first day. He was coming back from getting breakfast as he had already had movers put all of his things in his room earlier this morning.

As he pulled in, he found his parking spot from earlier halfway from the school. "Today is going to be a good day." He said as he turned the wheel left and got close to one of the vehicles parked on the other side of the lane. He shifted into reverse and maneuvered perfectly into his parking spot. Once he was set, he picked up his breakfast and stepped out of the car before closing the door and locking it.

Kegan stepped out into the lane and turned around to admire the bright red color of his 2017 370Z Nismo Tech for a moment. After he was done, he turned around to see a group of people walking by. He immediately walked towards them and waved. "Good morning. Need any help?" He asked as he walked next to them.

[Parcia]

Jackson Dunaway
September 8th, 2017, 7:36 AM
Road to Hackerman Academy

He was...early, that was new. He had a bit of coffee Yuri had made for him as he walked out the door of the small electronics shop. He had left his apron inside and already had his helmet, Kevlar gloves, and insulated leather jacket on as he turned the corner in to the small allyway and opened the gate.

Walking the Matte Black Kawasaki made ZX-10R in to the side walk, he made sure to lock the gate behind him before mounting his noble steed. Downing the rest of the Cuban Jet fuel in the small paper cup he crushed it and tossed it in to the small trash bin by the gate. Switching on his MP3 player, he slipped the wireless earbuds in to his ears and flipped the visor down.

Choosing a nearly hour long track, he smiled and started the bike, waiting for the tell tale purring in between his legs. Flipping up the stand and popping the bike in to drive, he only moderately gunned the bike's throttle and sped off down the street...

Just in time to see the white truck of the Student VP speed past him. Well, she as riding shotgun from what he could see, didn't know who the mountain of a man next to her was though.

None the less, he gunned the throttle for real this time and screamed down the street. Quickly making good time he took a moment to enjoy the cherry trees. His native Florida only really held Palm trees and while they were fun, they were annoyingly every were and took damn near diamond tipped sheers to trim them.


10 minuets of Eurobeat fueled driving later...

He glided in to the parking lot with ease. he had only had the bike for little over a year and 6 months, but had already gotten well acquainted with it, testing it and finding out all he could about it. Parking it in the spot roughly 4 spots down from were the VP and her Shrek like escort were, he killed the engine and dismounted. He broke in to a light jog towards his dorm. He had already unpacked his stuff there.

His computers set up: three monitors and a twin tower set up he had managed to pull a Frankenstein with some months back. It had a metric ass tone of power and was still light on his wallet, maybe because some of the pricier parts had been payed for by Yuri and gifted to him in exchange for overtime work he had done, but still. His clothes, complete with CAP uniforms, a pair of full ABU's and his older BDUs, now devoid of patches per orders back in 2016. His dress blues hung from the back of the door with a note attached to it to his new roommate that read:

DO not touch, thank you.

It only took him a minuet and half to change in to the uniform of the school, having already worn the pants and undershirt, just needing to put the tie and jacket on. He grabbed his books on his way out and left the door unlocked, not caring to take note to see if his new room mate had moved in yet.

He had a feeling about today.

"Oh..shit." He made another jog back to his dorm and entered. Grabbing the sheathed para-knife off the desk, he slipped his belt through the loop and secured it. He had already gotten the go ahead from the staff to carry it with him, for more reasons then he cared to remembered. He closed the door again and made his way towards the main building of the school.

Who knows, maybe he would run in to his new room mate. He just hoped it wasn't the Giant.

[Insaeldor]

Dimitri Ukhov
Hackerman Acadamy PE teacher
Kane, Pennsylvania

"I love the start of the new year" I said to myself softly as I finished up writing my lesson plan for the next 3 months. Basically gross motor skill activities, had eye coordination intensive activities, then moving over to general cardiovascular endurance and general muscle strength activities. That's just for the general PE class though, I haven't even started to plan out my Strength and Conditioning class yet. I think today we'll just start with equipment safety and hope it goes till the class is over.

I finished the last of my written lesson plan and closed my thick and heavy three ring binder. In front of me was my computer with the menu screen for Counter Strike being the only thing on it. I had just teacher Global Elite rank last night before I realized I had to finish my lesson plan. Both were eminence feats in and of themselves, the hours of hard work and dedication put into CS to get to that rank and the amount of time pushing g myself not to give up on this Lesson Plan were skills in there own right.

I got on my standard teaching uniform. A white shirt with black adidas track pants, the legit three stripped pair not the knock off two stripped shit, and a corresponding black track coat. I finished it all off with some black adidas track shoes. Light, comfortable, and perfectly suited for my work. I poured some kitten food for Lenard and made my way out the door and on my way to work, a fairly long commute from the small town closest to the academy.

I got into my small but nimble 1992 Pontiac Sunbird SE Convertible and drove down the small roads of Kane which laid just on the edge of the Allegheny. I drove at a smooth speed as I went to pick up Ms. Deckard from her small apartment just of south Farley street. She was the occult studies teacher, but given her weird area of study she still maintained herself as one of the more tolerable people who work at the school. Her car was having issues with the ignition so I volunteered to help her get to work.

I turned left of south Farley and into the parking lot of her apartment complex. I gave her a quick call to let her know I was here.

Abigael Eisen
Student
Hackerman Acadamy

"Oh god another year." I whispered to myself with a half smile. I was laying down on my newly made bed in dorm 240. IT had been my room since I started here at Hackerman. My room mate from last year had graduated sadly last u at so my other bed was empty, waiting for a new occupant.

I was listening to music while I laid down chilling out in the early morning. I wanted to get ready and see all the new students for the year. I turned my head to look at the digital clock on my night stand.

"Damn... Ten minutes till the first assembly of the year."

I hopped to my feet and but my hair up in a quick knot bun and fixed my school uniform, a skirt, shirt, and coat. It was pretty bland by all accounts and not something I'd even dare to wear on an average day. But it was nice enough for the average day. I grabbed my keys to the dorm and walked out the door. I took a left on the hallway and down the stairs to the main social area. I bypassed it all and went outside. I walked first through the sidewalk that lead to the Dorm building and taking a shortcut through the parking lot. It was there I stumbled upon two guys from last year.

"Hey Dietrich, hey Cameron! How's it going guys?" I shouted to them from a fair distance away.

[Ormata]

Odette Renou
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 241

“’ey there! Nice to meet ya!”

"Anyways, I'm Alicia Ellis. I guess you're that Odette Renou person?"

“I am indeed that Odette Renou person,” replied the very same, smiling softly. She played DS. That was nice. Odette tried to play the other girl’s accent to...California? Somewhere near there. She didn’t quite pronounce the Renou in the same style one would expect. To speak French you had to be a nasal, arrogant asshole, she had always thought. You had to feel uppty and spit in someone’s coffee before you learnt it. Or at least, you had to imagine it. French was weird.

Yet, she decided to be nice to Alicia’s sensibilities, turning-down the music and not singing along. Odette could sing later, when Alicia didn’t feel weird and odd and strange about her. Or at least, that was a plan. A week. She’d give it a week. If it wasn’t chill in a week, then she’d play it anyways and to hell with Alicia. Leaning back into her bed and feeling the springs squeal with that little noise, Odette looked at Alicia, up and down.

Black, long hair. That was nice; it nearly reminded Odette of her own hair, if it were longer. Long has was nice to touch, bad to deal with, in her experience. Drying it was a chore, and that was if it was well-mannered. Odette’s hair, unfortunately, was not well-mannered, and became a damn mess if she tried to have it do. Alicia’s, however, didn’t seem to be so bad. Nice eyes, too.

She’s cute, said the little voice.

“So, where’re you from?”

[WaRtArIa]

Odette Renou
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 241

“’ey there! Nice to meet ya!”

"Anyways, I'm Alicia Ellis. I guess you're that Odette Renou person?"

“I am indeed that Odette Renou person,” replied the very same, smiling softly. She played DS. That was nice. Odette tried to play the other girl’s accent to...California? Somewhere near there. She didn’t quite pronounce the Renou in the same style one would expect. To speak French you had to be a nasal, arrogant asshole, she had always thought. You had to feel uppty and spit in someone’s coffee before you learnt it. Or at least, you had to imagine it. French was weird.

Yet, she decided to be nice to Alicia’s sensibilities, turning-down the music and not singing along. Odette could sing later, when Alicia didn’t feel weird and odd and strange about her. Or at least, that was a plan. A week. She’d give it a week. If it wasn’t chill in a week, then she’d play it anyways and to hell with Alicia. Leaning back into her bed and feeling the springs squeal with that little noise, Odette looked at Alicia, up and down.

Black, long hair. That was nice; it nearly reminded Odette of her own hair, if it were longer. Long has was nice to touch, bad to deal with, in her experience. Drying it was a chore, and that was if it was well-mannered. Odette’s hair, unfortunately, was not well-mannered, and became a damn mess if she tried to have it do. Alicia’s, however, didn’t seem to be so bad. Nice eyes, too.

She’s cute, said the little voice.

“So, where’re you from?”

Alicia Ellis
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 241

Alicia had a rather awkward time attempting to pronounce Odette’s last name, but she still barely managed to pronounce it correctly, anyways. Even though she wasn’t too sure about that, based on the fact that Odette did not attempt to correct her pronunication, it supposedly meant that she said her name correctly. Odette turned down the music blairing from her laptop and was apparently was trying to start some small talk with Alicia. Being an observant person, Alicia noticed that Odette was eyeing her, and not in the way in which prey monitor their predators. No, it was the type of eyeing that made people blush, wink, and even faint.

For certain, it was true that Alicia loved her naturally good looks. Smiling, Alicia took a look at Odette, quickly answering the question that was shot at her. “I’m from Carefree, Nevada. Anyway, where’d you come from, eh?”

There was a deep tugging sensation in her mind that stated that Odette would probably be annoyed with the word “eh” somehow. Wait, was “eh” even a word? Or was it just an interjection? Are interjections words? Goddammit.

Sighing internally, Alicia did not bother to ponder on that confusing conundrum. It’s not like that anything important would happen, anyway. Suddenly, she then realized that the words of doom were said. Which meant something would happen, good or bad. Probably bad, though, because they’re the words of doom.

Adrian Jett
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 110

Adrian sneezed.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Victor Bates
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 113

Victor didn't take a taxi to the new school, instead he was riding the dull white colored bike to school. He pedaled on the long and winding road towards Hackerman Academy, admiring the Sakura cherry blossom trees above him. Victor would've liked a small miniature cherry blossom in his room with the only difference of lighting it on fire, dousing it out, then putting it on the shelf like it was a trophy. Victor wasn't too much of a messed up kid, but his parents were on the verge of giving him therapy after being expelled from public school. He had two plastic bike baskets for his stuff in front and in the back of the bike, including his 3DS and his black laptop with the obvious skull and crossbones. Victor was wearing his formal wear as usual, but he did know about the school dress code, but he planned on changing his clothes in his dorm room.

Victor approached the school parking lot and saw a bike rack. He inserted his bike into the bike rack and grabbed his suitcases from the bike baskets. The first thing Victor noticed about the school was the tall bell tower, which he guess was meant to be the school bell. This school did look old, but it felt like it was meant to be inspiring to everyone. Victor didn't know about the history of Franklin White, however. Victor walked with his suitcases into the dorm, opening one of them kneeling on the walkway to find the paper which said what dorm room he is in. Room 113.

He opened the door to Room 113 with his room key and examined inside. The room was meant for two people, but Victor didn't know if anyone was going to be his roommate. It was clearly going to be a complete stranger, Victor hoped that it was some weird kid who was obsessed with calculators. The dorm had it's own kitchen, but Victor felt the TV wasn't as he imagined and could have been better. It was a large TV, but not a flat screen one. However, it didn't matter, he could watch Netflix on his laptop. Victor immediately saw the bed that appeared to have animal skulls hanging from them. That was Victor's sign on knowing that bed was taken.

Victor did bring some of his morbid stuff from his bedroom to the dorm, but not that can upset anyone, but surely will reach eyebrows. He had a poster that was Lord of the Flies themed with the "Kill the pig" quote on it, he had a History's Monsters book, and he even had a mock cookbook full of black comedy and tons of references to cannibalism. "God, I'm so messed up." Victor immediately thought, which he felt was strange. He changed into his school uniform and got out his phone to listen to music. He started listening to a song while he was laying on the bed.

[Anowa]

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

“Hey, do you two need help?”

Good morning. Need any help?"

Cameron blinked, that was a first, usually people would have their own stuff to unpack at this point in time. To have anyone ask for help was, well... Ms. Hansdottir would call it, 'threateningly suspicious' but given the fact that she has neither confirmed nor denied that she has firearms scattered across campus... well trusting her for psychology was a bit unwise.

So Cameron replied, a duffle in each hand, "No, we should be fine! You should probably finish unpacking yourselves, the orientation's gonna start in ten minutes or so."

Dietrich spoke behind the rather large stack of boxes he carried, "I mean, I could use a hand... or four."

Cameron looked up at the taller teen, "You don't have that much stuff."

Dietrich replied in his deadpan, "Half the shit in my truck is yours, little miss four halberds an an Xbox. Besides, there probably won't be enough time to fully unpack you before orientation anyway."

Cameron shrugged, "Fair, let's just drop this off and be on our way. We can pack everything later." she looked at the two who offered to help, "Oh, my name's Cameron by the way, Student Council President, and RA for the girl's dormitories, this big lug is Dietrich. My VP and male RA."

Dietrich made no effort to move, seeing as he was carrying three stacked boxes, it was understandable, "guten Morgen. Cameron could we get moving? I may be big but whatever you have in these boxes is fucking heavy."

"Oh right! That has my armor in it."

"What."

"Hey Dietrich, hey Cameron! How's it going guys?" I shouted to them from a fair distance away.

Dietrich sighed, "Fuck it, I'm heading in, tell Abi I said hi." The large teen started towards the entrance to the girl's dorm.

Cameron nodded, "Yup." sha egave a shout over to their old friend, "Hey Abi!... Anyway, who would you two be?"

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy, Male Dorm, Room 113

Corey Feldman was not a happy camper. As a person who everyone in the school in prior years tried to associate as little as possible with, it was easy to figure out why. The teen's hands were stained pink, as if he washed them in blood. He owned several trench coats and his hair was... well... long. Unkempt, as if he gave zero shits about what people thought.

Oh yeah, then there was the fact that his room was decorated with strings of animal skulls, ranging from what seemed like squirrels and chipmunks to cats and small dogs. The boy was obviously... odd. Not to mention the fact that Harsh Noise, a genre of 'music' was echoing throughout his room and the dorm, was originating from his room.

There was a reason that everyone scurried when Corey reached for his book bag.

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

Kegan listened to the both of them as they spoke, only diverting his attention when another person came up to them. He also looked up at the taller teen who was half a foot taller than him. "Man, and I thought that I was tall." He thought to himself, wondering how someone could be that tall at their age.

Kegan looked back down to Cameron once Dietrich left. "I'm Kegan Kruvok, I'm in eleventh grade." He said, giving her a slight smile. "I'm just coming back from town since I had the movers help me unpack earlier." Kegan wasn't sure if it was against the rules to leave to get breakfast, but he already said it so he couldn't take it back if it was. "So this isn't your first year here? Mind giving me some tips about the people here later?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

[Main Nation Ministry]

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

“Hey, do you two need help?”

Good morning. Need any help?"

Cameron blinked, that was a first, usually people would have their own stuff to unpack at this point in time. To have anyone ask for help was, well... Ms. Hansdottir would call it, 'threateningly suspicious' but given the fact that she has neither confirmed nor denied that she has firearms scattered across campus... well trusting her for psychology was a bit unwise.

So Cameron replied, a duffle in each hand, "No, we should be fine! You should probably finish unpacking yourselves, the orientation's gonna start in ten minutes or so."

Dietrich spoke behind the rather large stack of boxes he carried, "I mean, I could use a hand... or four."

Cameron looked up at the taller teen, "You don't have that much stuff."

Dietrich replied in his deadpan, "Half the shit in my truck is yours, little miss four halberds an an Xbox. Besides, there probably won't be enough time to fully unpack you before orientation anyway."

Cameron shrugged, "Fair, let's just drop this off and be on our way. We can pack everything later." she looked at the two who offered to help, "Oh, my name's Cameron by the way, Student Council President, and RA for the girl's dormitories, this big lug is Dietrich. My VP and male RA."

Dietrich made no effort to move, seeing as he was carrying three stacked boxes, it was understandable, "guten Morgen. Cameron could we get moving? I may be big but whatever you have in these boxes is fucking heavy."

"Oh right! That has my armor in it."

"What."

"Hey Dietrich, hey Cameron! How's it going guys?" I shouted to them from a fair distance away.

Dietrich sighed, "Fuck it, I'm heading in, tell Abi I said hi." The large teen started towards the entrance to the girl's dorm.

Cameron nodded, "Yup." sha egave a shout over to their old friend, "Hey Abi!... Anyway, who would you two be?"

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy, Male Dorm, Room 113

Corey Feldman was not a happy camper. As a person who everyone in the school in prior years tried to associate as little as possible with, it was easy to figure out why. The teen's hands were stained pink, as if he washed them in blood. He owned several trench coats and his hair was... well... long. Unkempt, as if he gave zero shits about what people thought.

Oh yeah, then there was the fact that his room was decorated with strings of animal skulls, ranging from what seemed like squirrels and chipmunks to cats and small dogs. The boy was obviously... odd. Not to mention the fact that Harsh Noise, a genre of 'music' was echoing throughout his room and the dorm, was originating from his room.

There was a reason that everyone scurried when Corey reached for his book bag.

Victor Bates
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy, Male Dorm, Room 113

Victor was listening to his music when a guy that reminded him of the main character from the video game Hatred appeared in his dorm room. Harsh Noise could be heard from him, meaning the guy was probably going to be a musician as well. Victor knew the guy was looking at the other morbid things he decorated the dorm room, but the animal skulls were almost as morbid as Victor's stuff. Victor, then saw the guy reach for something in their book bag.

Victor decided to welcome him saying sarcastically, "Welcome to the graveyard, sir! Nice boneyard!", Victor said sarcastically while still listening to his own music.

[Kwadai]

Serik Tursynbekov

Serik stood on the driveway of the Hackerman Academy staring up to the building in front of him, the building that would be his new school and home. "It's actually really nice here", he thought to himself while glancing back to the Sakura flanked driveway. He could see a few students already making their way inside and couldn't help but wonder how many of them were as new as he was. His previous experience at an American school back in Uppstate New York, hadn't been so good, there he was one of the only foreign students and definitely the one with the worst English so he was more than thrilled when his mother told him he would be going here instead. His English skills had come on massively too, nevertheless his Kazakh accent stayed but he liked it a lot. Sometimes it was nice being the guy from the country barely anyone knew about.

Deciding it would be better to meet people and find his dorm than to stand on a driveway where someone could easily drive into him, Serik took his suitcase and snowboard bag again and walked up to the door of the school, checking first what his room number was...111. At the back of his mind he hoped he would be allowed to keep his snowboard with him, he just couldn't bear to leave it home in New York. Who knew what opportunities to use it could come up. Well, that and the fact he didn't trust anyone with it but himself. Snowboarding was his absolute favourite passion, no it was more than that...it was a full fledged obsession! Ever since he was a young boy living in the Altai mountains, snowboarding was how he spent his winters. That's one of the things he did like about this part of America, it got plenty snow!

He stopped himself from admiring the building and walked inside carrying his prized possession and suitcase with him, making his way at last to room 111 to leave down his belongings before assembly. Of course to change in to the school uniform as well, something he had not yet done, in which case he advanced very quickly to his room, unlocking the door and stepping in. Once safely inside the door Serik paused to look around at what was in front of him. A small kitchen area and its accompanying necessities, a bathroom, two desks and two beds he moved to one furthest from the door laying his snowboard bag there in order to claim it. If he was a bit nicer maybe he would have waited for the other boy to arrive before claiming a bed, however Serik was there first so....

He checked the time quickly to see when assembly was due to start, roughly ten minutes. "Crap..", Serik muttered before rapidly pulling off his everyday clothes to switch into the school uniform. He didn't particularly like it, but since when has anyone ever actually liked a school uniform? With that out of the way he decided to wait about two minutes to see if his roommate would appear, if not then he'd just go see who else was around before assembly. He knew nobody, so was therefore very eager to change this.

[Insaeldor]

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

“Hey, do you two need help?”

Good morning. Need any help?"

Cameron blinked, that was a first, usually people would have their own stuff to unpack at this point in time. To have anyone ask for help was, well... Ms. Hansdottir would call it, 'threateningly suspicious' but given the fact that she has neither confirmed nor denied that she has firearms scattered across campus... well trusting her for psychology was a bit unwise.

So Cameron replied, a duffle in each hand, "No, we should be fine! You should probably finish unpacking yourselves, the orientation's gonna start in ten minutes or so."

Dietrich spoke behind the rather large stack of boxes he carried, "I mean, I could use a hand... or four."

Cameron looked up at the taller teen, "You don't have that much stuff."

Dietrich replied in his deadpan, "Half the shit in my truck is yours, little miss four halberds an an Xbox. Besides, there probably won't be enough time to fully unpack you before orientation anyway."

Cameron shrugged, "Fair, let's just drop this off and be on our way. We can pack everything later." she looked at the two who offered to help, "Oh, my name's Cameron by the way, Student Council President, and RA for the girl's dormitories, this big lug is Dietrich. My VP and male RA."

Dietrich made no effort to move, seeing as he was carrying three stacked boxes, it was understandable, "guten Morgen. Cameron could we get moving? I may be big but whatever you have in these boxes is fucking heavy."

"Oh right! That has my armor in it."

"What."

"Hey Dietrich, hey Cameron! How's it going guys?" I shouted to them from a fair distance away.

Dietrich sighed, "Fuck it, I'm heading in, tell Abi I said hi." The large teen started towards the entrance to the girl's dorm.

Cameron nodded, "Yup." sha egave a shout over to their old friend, "Hey Abi!... Anyway, who would you two be?"

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy, Male Dorm, Room 113

Corey Feldman was not a happy camper. As a person who everyone in the school in prior years tried to associate as little as possible with, it was easy to figure out why. The teen's hands were stained pink, as if he washed them in blood. He owned several trench coats and his hair was... well... long. Unkempt, as if he gave zero shits about what people thought.

Oh yeah, then there was the fact that his room was decorated with strings of animal skulls, ranging from what seemed like squirrels and chipmunks to cats and small dogs. The boy was obviously... odd. Not to mention the fact that Harsh Noise, a genre of 'music' was echoing throughout his room and the dorm, was originating from his room.

There was a reason that everyone scurried when Corey reached for his book bag.

"Oh I'm doing great, how about you Cameron?" I said back with a cheerful smile. Cameron was alway a very interesting person to say the least, always doing something it seemed. Although given how much of a homebody I was it might have just seemed that way to me. I tended to stay in my dorm with a preference of reading or listening to music, but my jangle pop fueled dreams involved. breaking out of this self defined trap of social ineptitude and become a new person, one who was able to mingle with people in large groups and was comfortable doing so. I then noticed Dietrich walking with someone I hadn't seen before, she had a soft bronze tone to her skin and was a dwarf in comparison to Dietrich, who looked as if he was doing all of Cameron's heavy lifting. He was on his way to the dorms so I just waved at him and shouted

"Have fun with whatever you're doing Dietrich!" I said in a slightly cheerful tone. I then walked up over to Cameron and gave her a welcoming hug back to school.

"It's great to see you guys back, where is Dietrich going though?" I asked, I had a pretty good idea where he was going but I needed at least some sort of conversational topic.

[Ormata]

Ululani Scherpenkate
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Driveway

"I mean, I could use a hand... or four."

"You don't have that much stuff."

"Half the shit in my truck is yours, little miss four halberds an an Xbox. Besides, there probably won't be enough time to fully unpack you before orientation anyway."

Cameron shrugged, "Fair, let's just drop this off and be on our way. We can pack everything later." she looked at the two who offered to help, "Oh, my name's Cameron by the way, Student Council President, and RA for the girl's dormitories, this big lug is Dietrich. My VP and male RA."

Dietrich made no effort to move, seeing as he was carrying three stacked boxes, it was understandable, "guten Morgen. Cameron could we get moving? I may be big but whatever you have in these boxes is fucking heavy."

“And I’ve already gotten unpacked,” came Ululani’s reply, as she took a box from Dietrich as he passed. Jesusfuckingchrist he wasn’t wrong it was heavy. Why the heck did she offer her help? That’s right. Being nice. Being nice was annoying and her arms were already screaming like tiny miners.

Ow.

Then came her realization that she had not actually introduced herself. Mugging someone was something. Helping someone was something. Helping someone without even introducing yourself? That was a social gaffe to the extreme. That was like kissing someone and then hugging them. Totally wrong order. Dammit.

“Ululani Scherpenkate. Hi,” she said from behind the box. Sh-erpen-kate. It was an annoying name, at times, but it was an international school and it wasn’t too hard. English-speakers just had moderate issues with the bloody thing, and by moderate one would mean fucking massive issues. Different names made them confused to no end.

Odette Renou
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Room 241

“I’m from Carefree, Nevada. Anyway, where’d you come from, eh?”

“Carefree? Suits you,” said Odette, smiling as she snorted. Eh. A. Ah? However it was said, O Canadians always did say it. It was their thing. She had lived close enough to the Maple Kingdom that she sometimes said it, too. Perhaps it was a subconscious thing. Maybe it was genetic. Yeah, sure. Genetic.

“I’m from Maine. Stephen King land. Don’t worry, I was close to Canada. We’re the, ah...nice people from Maine.” She continued to smile, reclining deeper in her chair. Nevada. What the hell happened in Nevada? Gambling. That was all she could think of when she thought of Nevada. Gambling. Oh, and nuclear tests, those happened in Nevada. Did they?

[Beiarusia]

Hoa “Blake” Nyugen
September 8th, 2017
Hackerman Academy

Snap.

Hoa Nyugen lowered the camera from her face, a red Nikon that was a bit worn but otherwise in perfect condition, and continued on her way of exploring the campus that would be her home for the foreseeable future. She checked the picture that she had taken just moments ago: several students talking amongst themselves near a white Dodge Ram. Not the most enticing shot but the colour composition of the truck playing against the rich background kept the girl from deleting the photo outright. Scrolling back Hoa gave a curt glance to the dozen other pictures that had been taken just this morning alone. Her sisters, Lihn and Mai, waving their goodbyes outside the family’s Philadelphia home; the scenic drive away from the city; the oddly pink trees that seemed so out of place in the otherwise green wood; a girl playing a Nintendo handheld. A few shots of the campus were thrown in as well but the composition was all wrong. Hoa deleted those photos as she walked, not really looking to where she was going, her feet taking her wherever they pleased much like a leaf caught on the wind. Given that she hadn’t a clue about the school’s layout she could well end up anywhere.

The drive from Philadelphia to Allegheny had been uneventful for the most part. Five hours of darkness, sunrise, and the loneliness of the forest. Hoa’s parents had driven her, they all having left home a little after midnight the night before. Boxes were unloaded from the car, hugs given, and promises to call made. The girl snapped a picture in farewell and then headed back to her room, unpacking a few necessities and having spent the last twenty or so minutes wandering the girls’ dorm. A few early arrivals had greeted her, and she had snapped their picture to various degrees of confusion. They didn’t really have much to say after that.

Snap.

It was only after snapping the picture that Hoa realized she had crossed over into the boys’ dorm. She was unsure of the school’s regulations concerning such things, but considering that no one had opposed her (ignoring the fact that she hadn’t encountered any faculty or students just yet) she continued on with her pace undaunted. One boy did say “hello” at the stairwell. He assumed that Hoa was in the right place and even asked if she needed help finding her room. She was wearing trousers as opposed to the skirt, and despite having modestly long hair (not even reaching down to her shoulders) her flat figure could lead her to being mistaken as a short, effeminate boy. Hoa didn’t correct him and merely took a picture. He, like the others, had little to say after that.

The boys’ dorm was pretty much the same as the girls’ side. Not that that was surprising. Moving down the halls she eventually came to an area that was being assaulted by a particularly harsh noise, enough so that Hoa considered going the other way, but curiosity got the better of her and she continued towards the unpleasant sound with her camera held about chest high. The door to the offending dorm was open and Hoa peeked inside, her inquisitiveness masked by her usual mellow demeanor.

Morbid. That would be an apt description of the room, with animal skulls and other morally questionable knick-knacks decorating the walls, and it didn’t help that one boy looked all the part of potential serial killer. Hoa stood there, in the doorway, not immediately noticed but undoubtedly seen as she didn’t continue on her way for some time.

Snap.

Peering a little deeper into the room, she raised the camera and clicked several photos, taking particular interest in the skulls and the long-haired boy. After maybe thirty seconds Hoa lowered the camera and nodded her head in thanks turning to go on her way.

At least one of these photos had to be worth keeping.

[Kwadai]

Serik Tursynbekov

Serik lay on his back staring at the ceiling from his bed idly not particularly doing anything just taking his surroundings in and getting a feel for the dorm room. "Better than I was expecting I guess", he thought not really sure however what his expectations had been. This school already gave him a nicer atmosphere than his last school did...well, the cherry trees on the driveway and the tranquil forest setting certainly did, whatever about the school itself those impressions would have to wait until classes started. Or on the other hand: until a teacher yelled at him or something like that.

It had been two minutes. Still no sign of a roommate. That in mind he slid off the bed with the intentions of going for a walk at least to look around a little bit before having to do anything. Just as he reached the door handle he had second thoughts about leaving only his snowboard bag on the bed he claimed. For extra claiming measures he went back and placed his suitcase as close to it as possible. A little more satisfied now, he left the room closing the door behind him, walking out into the corridor. After walking in the direction he had entered the hall in he noticed a girl holding a camera going in that direction also, he couldn't tell properly from a distance but she appeared Asian of some form.

Serik contemplated leaving her be but knew he would want to talk to the others soon, so why not start here? He picked up walking speed a little in order to catch up to her first passing by a room from which blasted unbearingly loud music, "I swear if this is going to be a regular occurrence...", he said under his breath, walking faster again to get away from the volume. A few seconds later he wound up next to the girl he was going to. "Hi there. Are you heading t-", he began. But that was the moment when another person had ended up walking into her..and therefore knocking both onto the floor in an ungrateful heap. Well this was an alternative start to the year...

[Parcia]

-snip-

Jackson Dunaway
Hackermen Academy

He had swung around the girls dorm, it being a shorter rout to the new year pep rally. He had broken out in to a full on jog in his shoes when he turned the corner with a bit more speed then he anticipated and slammed right in to the Girl, sending them both to the ground with a soft thud.

The girl would make out better then he had, at least landing on her rear. Due to his speed and the unfortunate impact of something red and hard in to his face, Jackson landed on his back with a slightly louder thud and hit his head on the hard floor.

Seeing a flash of lights in his vision and with a sharp pain in the back of his head he laid there for a few seconds, stunned. With a groan he slowly reached up and felt his head. "Sonova bitch..." he cursed under his breath.

[Anowa]

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

"I'm Kegan Kruvok, I'm in eleventh grade. I'm just coming back from town since I had the movers help me unpack earlier. So this isn't your first year here? Mind giving me some tips about the people here later?"

Cameron wracked her head for a few tips for the younger student, "Well, Don't ask Misses Deckard about her old jobs, don't ask Miss Hansdottir if she actually hides fire arms on campus, don't fuck with Mister Whitley's chemicals, and don't look at Corey Feldman wrong because he may just well shoot up the school... Also, don't mention Vietnam around Mister White... I think he had bad experiences there."

"It's great to see you guys back, where is Dietrich going though?"

Cameron didn't really reciprocate the hug, given her hands were pretty occupied by duffle bags, and that she was a bit shocked about the nigh glomping. Abi was always an open book to more than a few others, herself and Dietrich included, "Oh, he's just putting some of my heavier stuff away. So, how was your summer, anything notable happen?"

---

“Ululani Scherpenkate. Hi,”

Dietrich was glad that a portion of the load was taken off... Though he felt like laughing given that it was the heaviest box, "I think you grabbed her chainmail. Dietrich Fleicsher. Your surname's Dutch right? I'm guessing mixed parentage." It wasn't too often you encountered someone from North Europe at this school who wasn't obsessed with metal, or corpse paint... or rotting fish and shark. Although the mildly Samoan features indicated that she wasn't actually from the Netherlands.

---

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy, Male Dorm, Room 113

"Welcome to the graveyard, sir! Nice boneyard!"

Corey grunted in a neutral tone, reaching into his bag, still glaring at Victor. His motion was interrupted by a certain sound.

Snap.

His gaze switched to the door way, and the girl who had taken multiple pictures. Likely for the school's year book. It wasn't something he particularly cared about. He never bought it anyway, and memories lasted longer than paper and hard cardboard. Regardless he raised an eyebrow inquisitively, most people wouldn't just poke their head in like that, unless they were new. As the girl moved onwards he continued his motion in his bag, pulling out a water bottle, before ducking into his room and closing the door behind him, the sound of harsh noise lowered significantly.

[Main Nation Ministry]

September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy, Male Dorm, Room 113

"Welcome to the graveyard, sir! Nice boneyard!"

Corey grunted in a neutral tone, reaching into his bag, still glaring at Victor. His motion was interrupted by a certain sound.

Snap.

His gaze switched to the door way, and the girl who had taken multiple pictures. Likely for the school's year book. It wasn't something he particularly cared about. He never bought it anyway, and memories lasted longer than paper and hard cardboard. Regardless he raised an eyebrow inquisitively, most people wouldn't just poke their head in like that, unless they were new. As the girl moved onwards he continued his motion in his bag, pulling out a water bottle, before ducking into his room and closing the door behind him, the sound of harsh noise lowered significantly.

Victor didn't care about the roommate who looked like the guy from Hatred, as he continued listening to his song. The roommate pulled out a water bottle. The harsh noise was lowered, so Victor's song filled the room. Victor reached into his suitcase to get headphones, so the roommate didn't complain. Victor still asked the question about the skulls, "Where do you get your skulls? If you got them from E-Bay, tell me what other deals I should buy with the skulls, as well." Victor plugged his headphones into the phone, as the roommate closed the door.

[Ormata]

Ululani Scherpenkate
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy - Driveway

"I think you grabbed her chainmail. Dietrich Fleicsher. Your surname's Dutch right? I'm guessing mixed parentage."

Ululani’s eyes widened. Chainmail? Chainmail? Bloody heck, what precisely happened at the academy wherein she, the Student Council President, had chainmail? Was there LARPing somewhere nearby, or anachronistic sword-fighting, like HEMA? That’d be neat, but it also would’ve been nice if she had arrived earlier or something. Or sent it in a bloody van. Yet, it seemed that the president had some timing issues, perhaps.

“You’d be right on parentage. Hawaiian and Dutch. Augh.” Ululani was talking faster, now; she kept on walking with the guy, hoping that Cameron’s dorm was nearby. The campus seemed ten times as large when carrying bloody chainmail. It had to weigh twenty pounds or something. On the plus side, it wasn’t plate, but jeez was twenty pounds heavier than the normal amount. And it was on her arms. At least with other stuff you had straps and could let it dig into your shoulder. This? Nope.

“I’ll guess German for you,” Ululani replied, wanting to get her mind off of the box on her arms.

[Aghrabia]

Lars "Thamuz" Nielsen
A Bus
September 8th, 2017, 7:18 AM

'Another day, another school', Lars repeated in his head. It had become his sort-of unofficial mantra over the past year or two, when constant upheaval had become increasingly common after the last school... and the one before that... and the one before that... OK, so he had a problem, but he wasn't exactly the worst person to ever exist- no, he had the world's major to thank for those particular set of people. He went over, in his mind, the events that led him to being sent to this academy- he wanted to spit- couldn't his parents just let him go out on his own way?

The blood from last night's performance had mostly dried up now, and he had spent an uncomfortable 10 minutes trying to clean it off him (and he still felt that he hadn't got rid of it all); the bus had come before he had had time to get rid of the corpse paint, which remained on his face (he resolved to clean it off when he got to the Academy), his 100% natural Norwegian leather trench coat was still crumpled and dirty and pieces of luggage were strewn beside him- also helping to create a rather handy barrier between him and everyone else with him. The sound of Judas Iscariot issued forth from the not so well sealed earbuds he had on him. He could feel the stares of his fellow passengers, though few in number, rest upon him- though he knew they were trying to avoid looking at the, admittedly scary-looking, teen sitting at the back of a perfectly normal bus in a perfectly normal part of Pennsylvania; it did not make him uncomfortable, though- he was used to it.

'Let them stare,' his mind told him. 'They have a right to fear you, the Great THAMUZ.' Sometimes he thought it was just taking the piss.

He looked up. One person on this bus was apparently not scared enough to not look at him with child-like curiosity. It was a young boy, maybe 4 or 5 years old. Staring back at the child, he mustered a relatively quiet roar from the back of his throat and uttered one, barely understandable, word.

'Boo.'

The child screamed, then started to cry, the mother looked at him indignantly and the rest of the bus just collectively looked the other way- embarrassedly ignoring the proceedings. Lars just chuckled.

The rest of the bus journey carried on in silence.


Hackerman Academy
7:46AM

Having completed the rather awkward bus ride, Lars had now taken itself upon him to carry most, if not all, of his, rather heavy, luggage with him from his previous place of residence- a rather seedy motel- up the long and winding roadway up to the academy, surrounded by trees covered in pink blossom- he rolled his eyes. He kissed the inverted cross he wore around his neck and issued a small prayer to his Lord, Satan- gathering up strength for the coming climb. It was hard and gruelling work, especially while passing these overwhelmingly pink trees, but, eventually, he had reached the top of the drive, where a large group of vans were parked and a group of maybe 6 students stood around.

'Now I'll have to go ask for directions... Great... Just. Fucking. Great!' he cursed to himself.

He didn't wait around for long, though, and strode forwards- his coat throwing up dust around his feet. 'Hi,' he shouted in his Norwegian accent. 'Can anyone give me directions to the dorms?'

[Kollin]

Lyras Herswether
September 8th, 2017, 7:22 AM
Entrance Walkway to Hackerman Academy, Specifically That Tree With a Random 'Girl' In It

On the bright side, pants were better for randomly climbing yourself into a tree, to sit quietly reading off an electronic notepad, with a pair of headphones seaming the disconnect from the world around. Though Lyras had see numerous other students passing by, he hadn't particularly noticed them, or even realized he saw them. Whether they'd paid any attention to the lithe figure in the tree was just as unknown, though no one must've taken particular interest to have gone undisturbed like this. He checked the time, 7:22 AM, quickly scrolling over to the day's calendar. It'd been marked down to sit here for as long as 7:25, as he padded over to his dormitory information. Despite attempts to try and sneak in under full guise as a girl, it seemed being mere weeks away from approval for Hormone Replacement Therapy was not quite enough for the Academy. It was bothersome, less because of any supposed 'mis gendering' nonsense but more down to the fact that everything any could see or know about him was girl, sometimes moreso than actual girls themselves. Which meant of course, being placed in the boys dorm was going to be annoying. Not because of any bullying, no, a sharp witted mind like this had little to fear from the self ignorance of the common plebeian's words, nor did wannabe pilot already practicing proper martial techniques have much to fear from his fist. What would be annoying was the impending nonsensical drivel to happen when the wires sloooooooowly, aganozingllllyyyyyyy connected in their heads to figure out that no, this isn't a mistake, this is biologically a boy, trying to be a girl. Then of course came all the fuss everyone seemed to love making about it.

It's debatable that fewer fucks could not be given about what pronouns anyone used, given Lyras generally though of most people to be a waste of time who don't much deserve the luxury of addressing him at all, he was focused and driven, his time was important, that of the putrid slug-like creature attempting to ask "how are you?" or "What's the answer to question 7?", and anything else they may spew, was simply not worth it. Indeed, his time spent when not studying in the binds of various fantasy novels, or the alluring visual grip of video game entertainment, which served little rational point aside from evasion of boredom, was simply more valuable than their words ever would be.

Though of course it came to him, slowly sliding off the headphones as he thought, that perhaps he could still fly fully under the radar. They ARE intellectual snails, the most of them, and Hackerman isn't exactly what one may call an unknown backwater, these dorms being filled to capacity was almost certainly a normal thing. Perhaps there were simply more female students, there dorms already taken, for most this would be disastrous, turning them away. On the other hand, a driven, highly capable, shining with confidence figure like 'him'self, would have little concern of being in such close proximity to the other half. Sexual harassment? She's been training between Judo, Tae Kwan Do, and Akaido for years now. Small or not, Lyras was still pushing hard and fast towards becoming the pilot of a winged mechanical death angel, which means practicing to be a fleshy squishy one on the ground. Sure, maybe they'll try to grab something. And maybe, just maybe they'll get judo flipped onto their back, and in dazed confusion come to the realization that "Run" is probably a good idea. Just incase she happens to be in a bad mood.

Any verbal attempts would surely be blown out of the sky, a wealthy industrialist could safely bet his fortune that he was more well-red than near all of his peers. A clash of words would undoubtedly sway in his favor. With that history of anti social behavior, and callous uncaring added to the mix, combined with parents who stopped worrying about his safety and instead if he was mentally insane, get student and parent approval... and you might just have a glorious lie to fuck with people.

His eyes widened at the realization, smirking with malice for a brief moment, and gently sliding from the branch. His knees bent to sustain the minor impact, and Lyras brushed himself off, checking to make sure his baggage was still leaned against the trunk. Unsurprisingly, it was untouched, the only zipper left ajar was that which he had done himself, and he stored his tablet in that rightful spot once again, taking the smaller bag on his back, with the still mini sized walker being dragged behind him.

Now, last he heard, he would be alone in the room... only hope could keep this truth still standing. That clever lie would become notably more difficult if not. Depending on that situation though, it may still be possible with a bit more craft. Starting to walk along, he found himself back to his original thought, once again wishing there was at least the option of skirts over pants for the uniform. Of course since they admit him as male, he was probably expected to follow that dress code. Though... given his psychological medical records, it's pretty likely he could, at the very least wear both, and get away with it.

Genius, that's what that was. Lyras took a very quick and darting look around, quickly scurrying away into the nearest building, where he searched for a restroom. Preferably girls so as not to screw with the plan, but if no one's around, anything works. Seeing as it wasn't a dorm building, it shouldn't be difficult. To little surprise it wasn't. Taking another set of quick glances, he walked inside, rapidly occupying a stall. While he wasn't specifically given a uniform issue skirt, Lyras was nothing if not prepared. If only he were normal, a brilliant boy scout this'd made. Intentionally being sure to procure from a retail outlet one as similar to it as possible, just incase it were possible to fuck around and get away with it. He quickly flung open the smaller walking case, where it was placed in the small net on the upper half. This was easy at least, just slide it over the top of the pants, and then move on. Leaving his spot early it would seem, was just another stroke of pure brilliance.

With this particular dress malfunction solved, the stall door opened. He took a brief moment to check the mirror, winking happily in it, then immediately taking off out the bathroom door. Lyras reached for the tablet, checking the copy of the campus map on it, and changing course toward the corresponding Boy's Dormitory. It was time to fuck around with some fools, although it'd been quite a while since he last used the "Pretend to be a somewhat normal person" gag. Here's hoping there wasn't too much rust. Judging by distance, there'd be a few minutes to prepare for it. If luck is on the right side, he may just get in without even being noticed, giving more preparation to make it right.

Taking a deep breath, the speed walking began, purely focused on formulating the plan, he had no time to observe the passing scene, nor the birds in flight as he usually would. This was no time to stare with envious hate at avian creatures, serious business was under way. Eyes locked forward, the grass and sky around his vision became nothing but blurry, only the very center of the path taken and the building ahead maintained figure amidst the brisk pace being taken. Idly he began to wonder if anyone noticed then, if they did they were surely questioning what precisely was going on. Given, what appears to be a girl is very quickly heading to the not girls dorms. Still running on the fumes of hope that no one was around or interested, he quickly bolted through the door upon arrival at it's step.

Slowing pace slightly, he looked for room 114. Which a selection of so few doors, it took only a few seconds to find it and enter. Inside was a small living space, a bathroom, and 2 bedrooms. Simple enough, walking through he set his bags in one, quickly checking the other for occupancy. As he had expected and hoped, it was vacant. Giving a small victory cheer to himself, Lyras returned to his selected room, quickly unpacking everything and allocating it to a temporary sort position. Once there, it would be gone over and documented to be sure nothing was lost. Once it was ensured everything was present, areas of the room were now designated and selected for permanent allocation of clothing, footwear, books, notebooks, pens, pencils, highliters, markers, charging area for electronics, work area, study area (bed, duh), and free space not yet allocated at this time. Lyras blitzed around the room doing this, ending with a heavy breath, and turning to survey it once more, mentally checking the details. Unsurprisingly, no errors. The backpack was placed in it's designated location near the door, and the small walking suitcase to it's location in the closet. Finally, he took the tablet charger and placed it by the charging area, and proceeded to check the device for charge. At 47%, it was enough to go over the schedule for the day once again, and check for any other updates, before placing it on the charger, to keep look for people arriving, and continue putting that lie together.

This should be fun, so long as they kept the other half of the room empty, of course. They'd tell her if they didn't, surely. Right?

[Beiarusia]

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Hoa “Blake” Nyugen
September 8th, 2017
Hackerman Academy

The harsh music – if it could be called that – quieted a bit as someone inside the room closed the door. Hoa continued on her way, looking over the photos she had just taken when a reasonably tall boy approached her from behind, matching his steps to hers. She glanced over to him, head cocked to the side in a quizzical manner as he began to speak. Not that Hoa heard anything pass the first three words. Before either could react a second somewhat tall boy (compared to the diminutive Hoa in the very least) came barreling around the corner, running smack dab into the girl with enough force to send her flying down to the floor where she landed rather painfully on her rear end. Shock more than anything kept her from picking herself up in the seconds that followed, but the dull thud of her camera landing atop the running boy’s face spurred her into action. Hoa darted onto her hands and knees, scrambling to secure the camera and holding it close as she inspected the damage, fortunately finding none.

Hoa glanced over to the boy that had unintentionally threatened her camera, the dull look of her face gaining just a passable hint of irritation that was further refined by the small pout. She raised the camera and snapped a photo of the boy still splayed out before her, pleased that everything seemed to be in working order. If the still standing boy whose name she did not know offered to help her up then she would accept it, otherwise she was more than capable of supporting herself, afterwhich she would pat the dirt from her pants before looping the camera’s strap back around her neck.

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok
September 8th, 2017, 7:46 AM
Hackerman Academy

Kegan listened to Cameron list off all of the tips that she could. "Alright, that should help a bit." He said as he walked forward a few steps before turning around. "We should probably get going before we are late." He said before turning around and continuing to walk towards the school. He pulled out his breakfast from its bag, the wonderful aroma of the sausage grande scrambler filled his nostrils as he opened its wrapping. He took a bit out of it, enjoying the mix of flavors. He was sure that it wasn't the healthiest of foods, but he'd work it off later.