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Post by Wyndi on Jun 17, 2014 21:18:40 GMT
ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ | x-ᴍᴇɴ ғʀᴇᴇᴘʟᴀʏ | ʀᴘ
The bell rang for lunch, and Zane was among the first people in the mad scramble for the door. God, how could a math class be so damn boring? It took a special kind of teacher to turn single-variable calculus into some soporific lecture.
Darting around a crowd of younger girls that were oh-so-considerately deciding to clog up half the hall, Zane entered the cafeteria. It was a wide, high-ceilinged room with ceiling-to-floor glass walls, cluttered with countless round grey tables and plastic chairs, but even so, it couldn't accomodate all of Helix's students at once. The elementary school students and half of the middle school students had lunch first, then the other half and the high school students; the order flipped every semester.
Zane slung his backpack over the back of a chair, claiming the table for his friends, and joined the slowly-forming crowd in front of the serving area. Over the shoulder of some tiny middle school kid who'd apparently forgotten to shower for the past week, he peered at the blackboard that bore the day's menu choices: pasta with marinara sauce, grilled chicken patties, steamed vegetables, fish chowder, the salad bar, grab-and-go sandwiches, locally grown apples, raspberry Jell-O.
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Post by clef on Jun 18, 2014 2:47:21 GMT
Hermes Before the bell for lunch rang, Collin spent the period running laps on the track. As a senior he was able to get a free period. Most other students would spend that period finishing all of the work they neglected to do on their own time, but Collin was very punctual with finishing his work. The 18-year-old had plenty of free time, and he preferred to alternate different workouts throughout the week. Staying in shape kept him busy, out of trouble, and made up for his height that he was insecure about. The bell took him by surprise, and he decided it would be best to sprint down to the cafeteria to get food before the lines got ridiculous. He could change his clothes after he ate as long as he got their quickly.
The boy ran to the cafeteria, gathering up a bit of attention. Many people knew who he was, but that was about it. He was the "goodie-goodie" who runs to class instead of spending the passing periods with his friends. He didn't mind this reputation, as he considered himself to be a model student. When he entered the cafeteria, he sighed in relief as the cool air-conditioned room blasted him with air. He saw the lines weren't so bad and walked to grab some food. He didn't mind that people behind him were snickering at his outfit - a cutoff tank top and track shorts. Collin hardly minded any of this, as he was used to negative attention.
He came to a table of freshman, who were his only friends, with a tray stacked high with all of the food he could get. The younger kids looked up to him so it was easy to be friends with them. He hardly spoke to any of them before shoving as much food as possible into his face. The boy was starved, and ever since he decided he wanted to get buff last year he has been eating a ton of food. His friends mocked him playfully, but he simply smiled sarcastically with his gapped front teeth and continued eating.
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Post by Jooce on Jun 18, 2014 15:11:45 GMT
Finally, finally, the bell rang. Nova sighed and packed up her things. It was lunchtime, and if she wasn't fast enough, she'd have to wait for ages, and then she'd have less of a selection to choose from. Not that she hated waiting or anything; she could read while waiting. But she liked getting the good food.
By the time she reached the cafeteria, though, a line had already begun forming. Pulling a small book from her pocket, she waited in line, immersed in the text written. Nova had read it before, and it was only a non-fiction book about various insects, but each time she read it, there was something else that she learned, or she discovered something that she had missed, or she remembered a good piece of information that she had forgotten.
Soon, Nova had reached the servicing area, where she picked up a sandwich for herself. Next, she found herself an unoccupied table to sit at. Placing her book aside, it was time for her to do some people-watching, like she always did at lunchtime. She wanted to be able to know at least the face of every person who attended Helix, whether they be teachers or otherwise. If she focused hard enough on the cacophony of voices, she was able to pick out fragments of conversations, and sometimes through that, she was able to hear good things. It was one of her favourite times of the day, really.
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Post by mdf2711 on Jun 25, 2014 5:13:52 GMT
Silas entered the cafeteria and scanned the crowds, his lower lip protruding in a mock pout. He decided he'd get lunch first before deciding where to sit today. The boy smiled and approached the line, reading the sign carefully and deciding what to order. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbing a tray, and studying the people around him. Standing behind him was a girl wearing a scarf and in front of him was...Zane Ivchenko? Silas admired the adorable, friendly, popular older boy and knew of him well. His red-brown hair and rosy complexion was unmistakable. Shrugging because it didn't really matter regardless of his attractiveness, Silas shrugged and continued on his way. He put his tray on the counter and greeted his favorite lunch lady, "Hoi, hoe gaat het met u?" The lady smiled and responded back with a glowing expression and a buoyant tone, "Heel goed! Hartelijk bedankt!" Silas gave a laugh and responded quickly, "Graag gedaan. Ik wil graag...die vissoep, die appels, en die gelatinedessert." The cafeteria worker spoke Dutch as her first language and was very new to English. Silas preferred to communicate with her in the language she felt most comfortable in and she seemed to really appreciate it and Dutch was no stretch for the omniglot youth. He had known her for years now as his favorite lunch lady, Albertina. Besides that, Albertina seemed to have a soft spot for Silas in particular and he was sure it was because of the language he conducted his requests in. As Nelson Mandela said (and Silas loved to live by, for he felt it was almost meant for him), "If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his own language, that goes to his heart." The lunch lady smiled and began to pile some fish chower into a bowl and placed a few apple slices onto a plate for the boy. Then she added the Jello in a cup and smiled before adding two more helpings of raspberry Jello to his serving and handed the tray back to Silas. "Proost! Dank u vel, doei!" the boy said in farewell as he grabbed his tray and spun on the spot, heading toward the cafeteria's tables. But in his haste, the boy accidentally crashed into the person in front of him, he crashed into Zane! He managed to not spill his food from his tray and hoped the other boy had been as lucky and he apologized profusely, his eyes wide with concern and he looked ready to cry, "I am so so sorry! I can't believe I just did that, I'm such a klutz! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"{Translation} Hi, how are you? Very good, thanks. Don't mention it. I'd like...fish chowder, apples, and Jello. Cheers! Thanks, bye!
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Post by Paleo-JJX8672 on Jun 26, 2014 13:42:29 GMT
Overload Jacob had waited with his counselor until the rest of the kids had made it to the cafeteria. He wrung his rubber gloves in an anxious embrace. Unable to touch him for reassurance, all he had was the words of his counselor to count on. The gloves he was given when he arrived kept the electricity he generated from conducting into anything or anyone. He nervously stepped out of the room, the counselor long gone, and started to walk down the empty hallway towards the cafeteria. He breathed heavily, lost brown eyes scanning the area not wanting someone to see him. He was very thin which signified that he was very hungry. He couldn't sustain himself for too long so even if the counselor couldn't persuade him to go eat, his body would eventually force him. As we walked down the long corridor towards the double doors, his skin filled with goosebumps as he passed the nearby the metal lockers. He eventually made it to the doors and quietly pushed them open. He stuck close to the walls trying to stay out of sight and not draw any attention to himself and walked straight towards the food area. A kid had just nearly spilled his meal on another and was in the middle of apologizing. With the bulk of students distracted, he ran up to the counter and gave the lunch lady a list of what he wanted. She looked at him with an eye raised and began to protest until she saw the name and simply nodded. A few painful seconds later, two larger guys both of which were stocking employees came out carrying not a tray or two of food but industrial sized cans of the stuff. 13lbs of pasta to keep the carbs up, 5 grilled chicken patties for clean protein, 2 bags of steamed vegetables,4 bags of premixed salad mix, a basket of apples, and an untouched tray of raspberry Jell-O. He didn't really care much for the fish chowder. He looked around to see if anyone was watching as they undoutably were. After all, he was the freak with a 7th grade education.
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Post by dracoon on Jun 26, 2014 14:43:21 GMT
The sandy-haired boy was loudly chatting with some other jocks from another table. One of his legs was up on his seat, the other lazily languishing under the table. "So I was like, reforming and then this stupid girl just walks through me," he stated in false annoyance, "Like, way to make an impression. I was gonna stalk her a bit and damn, she's hot stuff! I heard she's a freshman." He watched in amusement as the lunch lady skittered off somewhere, returning with two bulky men with what seemed like a landslide of food. "We haven't seen that since that juggernaut last year," he mused to one of his friends and they burst out into peals of laughter. It was not common for large eaters to enter Helix, and this was no exception. The boy messily consumed a sandwich, watching a tiny boy bump into some esteemed senior and looking like he was due to open up some waterworks. Shoving the last mouthful deep down his throat, he looked around to see if any subjects were able to be pranked. His eyes fell on this fidgety, much-older male with...latex gloves?
"Watch," he whispered to his friends as he disappeared into his usual pile of sand. He slithered around the male's feet like some sort of sandstorm, before suddenly reforming in front of the male with the scariest sand-face he was able to master. "Boo, freak," he hissed, trying to sound as gravelly and menacing as he could and waiting impatiently for the male's reaction.
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Post by Paleo-JJX8672 on Jun 26, 2014 15:04:29 GMT
Overload Jacob wrung his hands trying to keep calm. For the most part, he didn't think anyone had seen him. The two men holding the load of food were now waiting for him as he scanned for a secluded seat. Too focused on that, he didn't notice something was moving across his legs until suddenly a creature materialized in front of him, glaring into his eyes with empty, godless pitted eyes. The result was nothing short of spectacular. He didn't scream but did jump nearly out of his skin, shimming backwards out of pure terror. Simultaneously every light bulb in the cafeteria turned on, overloaded and exploded. Jacob looked around, hyperventilating not knowing what to do. Everyone was looking at him. They were all staring with judgmental eyes. They were staring at him and no one else. The freak, the monster. The terror was too much for him. He tried to make a mad dash for the doors, trembling.
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Post by dracoon on Jun 26, 2014 15:21:18 GMT
"F***er!" Dennis was thrown back the moment the male freaked out and exploded all the lightbulbs in the cafeteria, "Now I'm all glassy, what a timid ass." He reformed into his human form, watching as one of the fire-controllers let out a small ball of light to illuminate the place. The other jocks laughed at first when the lights went out, but one of them came over and slung a hand over Dennis's shoulder. "Dude, I think you totally spooked him. He nearly blew the place up, isn't that like taking things a bit far?" the muscular girl stated to Dennis, and the sand-boy gulped. "Fine, whatever, I'll apologize or something. If he's in the right mind for an apology. Sand dulls electricity anyway," There was an awkward silence as the boy carefully groped, watching the other male bolt for the doors in what appeared to be the ultimate reflex for a freakout. He collapsed into a pile, riddled with glass- the boy had reformed into his usual sandy-haired self but with transparent pockmarks all over him earlier and began to follow behind.
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Post by Jooce on Jun 26, 2014 17:36:48 GMT
Nova watched the scene play out in front of her with disdain. A spectacle like this wasn't uncommon, but it wasn't something she enjoyed watching. The young girl did, however, want to find out how it would end. She closed her eyes again and focused, just a little bit. "One of you, come here," she said in a hushed voice. A scream was heard from inside the kitchen, and soon, one of her friends had managed to make its way through the cafeteria (unseen, surprisingly), up her left leg, and onto her lap. "Thank you," she nodded to the door where the two had left, "Follow... and tell me what happens later." She pushed her spectacles up her nose a bit (the action made her feel like she was smarter than she actually was), and patted the mouse. It scurried off, and Nova picked up her book with a sigh. She didn't feel like watching others now. Besides, if she buried her face in her book, then it'd be less likely that she'd be found out about using her power for snooping on others. But, really, the more inconspicuous she tried to appear, the more conspicuous she actually was.
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Post by Paleo-JJX8672 on Jun 26, 2014 18:01:37 GMT
Jacob ran steadfast through the hall with no one in the way as they were all either in class or the cafeteria. School officials could be heard behind him no doubt attending to the students he left behind with the broken lightbulbs. The running proved too much for the brown haired boy; he was burning too many carbs at a time when he should've been eating. His eyes had already began to sink in and his skin paled. His hair frizzed out and his eye color started to dim. This was dangerous but he was too panicked to notice until he collapsed on the floor. His long boney feature were now hyper exaggerated. He was tired and afraid.
A smell quickly caught his attention. It was unmistakeable, the smell of food... somewhere. He weakly scanned his surroundings and noticed unfortunately that it was the trashcan nearby that smelled so glorious. He had no idea he was being followed and quite frankly wouldn't have noticed with him being in starvation mode. He reached out and the metal trashcan gravitated towards him in a violent jerking motio spilling its contents all over the floor. He quickly located a half eaten sandwich soiled with bits of paper and plastic pieces bit he didn't care. There were a few bottles of soda with a bit left in them and a couple bags of chips as well. His prize however was a roll of toothpaste that someone had thrown out not liking the flavor. In a matter of seconds, it was all inhaled and he began to flesh out again. This gained him another hour or so but he would need to eat pretty soon.
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fuyuki
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Post by fuyuki on Jun 28, 2014 13:35:12 GMT
The bell to lunch was something that made every student happy, especially after such a boring lecture on thermodynamics. The word itself was hard to pronounce. Themodinmakis, therdy- whatever! Why they were even taught that subject was unknown. What was being taught pretty much was obvious it wasn't for high schoolers. College. Now that is where you'd see that. Not in a high school.
When the bell rang, Corey was one of the first, no scratch that, he was the first to go out. Maybe it was because he was fast, or maybe it was because he used his powers to put the focus of everyone in class on the bird pecking on the window outside. It might get him in trouble if the teacher ratted him out, but he doesn't care. The teacher. He's like one of the most annoying teachers ever, he doesn't care if his students fail or not. What kind of teacher is that?
Running to the cafeteria he got some food and sits where he usually sits, at that corner table with his friends. More like friend. There was only one other person at that table. And he was nothing like Corey. Black hair, black shirt, black everything. Its even said he doesn't have pupils. Well, screw that back to eating. As he was about to take a bite of his sandwich, all the light bulbs just suddenly went POP. Not bubblegum bubble pop, but POP. Like the fire experiment or sth. There were shards of glass everywhere. OK, not exactly everywhere, but you get the point.
Out of all the things that happens, why this. Why now? Was Lady Luck playing with him, it was like every single representation of life's aspect was out to get him. Mother Nature did that when Poison Oak suddenly fell on top of him, and Father Time for not giving him enough time to play his games.
"Ugggghhhh~" he was groaning. If he had more offensive powers he could do something, but no. All he could do was distract people for 60 seconds. At first that power seemed cool, but now it just seems useless. He then took out his phone and began typing something. "All the cafeteria lamps went POP! Heh.. regular day @helix" was what it said, he just posted something on tweeter. Not like twitter, it's yellow.
After that he continued eating.....his wet sandwich. The look of disgust on his face was similar to that show Soul Eater. He left the tray and went on outside the cafeteria. His stomach started to do the rumblies. ".....I'm so hungry.."
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Post by Wyndi on Jun 29, 2014 5:51:14 GMT
ZANE
Something jabbed Zane in the back just as he was about to leave the serving area, his tray laden with double servings of pasta and chicken patties. It didn't hurt and it wasn't nearly forceful enough to make him stumble forward, but Zane considered playing out either option for a split second: his persona was clumsy enough to make the latter choice especially feasible. But bumping into the person in front of him, spilling all his food, and starting some sort of ridiculous movie-style domino effect? That was one huge, overdramatic pain in the ass he didn't much care for right now.
So he spun around instead, and there was the tray that had hit him, in the hands of some sort-of-maybe-familiar-looking kid (a few years younger than Zane, he guessed) who, wow, actually looked like he was going to start bawling any minute. "Chill out," Zane told him with his usual smile, ready to grab some napkins just in case the kid actually did start crying. "It's crowded here; it happens. And you didn't drop anything, did you?" As if he couldn't see for himself that there was nothing on the floor. "So it's all good."
And then the lights flickered and exploded. Jesus. "Uh, unless you did that, I guess."
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U'ILANI
All U'ilani really wanted was to enjoy a quiet lunchtime for once, but with a cafeteria full of teenage mutants? Yeah, not happening. And today's menu looked like it was shaping up to be particularly spectacular: exploding lights, with a side of glass showers.
"Everyone, please calm down." Her megaphone-enhanced voice boomed over the resultant yelps and shrieks, of chairs scraping as some students ducked under their tables, of other students firing up their powers. "Everything's fine; we all know what it's like to have our powers go haywire." More seriously - "I hope you all know without me telling you that you should stay away from and watch out for any broken glass. If anyone's been hurt, please report to the nurse; any severe injuries" - although everyone looked fine, at least - "should be reported directly to us. If there's glass in your food, the cafeteria staff will be more than happy to give you a new lunch. If you'd like to enjoy the rest of your lunch outside, feel free to do so." She set the megaphone down and slid down from her seat, her black heels hitting the floor with a clean clack. Then she strode to the doors in pursuit of Dennis: Jacob's handlers knew how to work with him best so she couldn't help out much there, but there was a month's worth of detention with Dennis's name on it.
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Post by dracoon on Jun 29, 2014 7:24:26 GMT
Dennis watched the boy fish out a sandwich and consumed it, seeing him balloon in size. The sand parted a bit to reveal a face, cringing in disgust. Eww. mused the boy mentally, carefully observing the boy from his tiny sand pile. He didn't even notice the teacher closing in on him, and when the teacher got close, the sand pile suddenly transformed into some sort of sand-snake that slithered under her legs and out of the way. The sand parted once more to reveal only a mouth, screaming in fear as he darted down the hallway and leaving bits of glass in his wake.
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Post by Mini on Jul 2, 2014 2:54:07 GMT
It was time to eat at Helix Academy - for both students and teachers alike. The lunch break as long and the perfect time for Cecilia to go find U’Ilani and coax her in to going out somewhere to eat since the cafeteria food never did it for her. After she had picked up the little bit of mess left in the dark room (which was inevitable), she cleaned herself up and fluffed up her short hair before making her way to the science wing where she knew her girlfriend would be hiding out. “Hey you-” she started before noticing that the classroom was completely empty. This wouldn’t do, she thought as she huffed. She must already be in the cafeteria or something, and the cleaning up of the dark room had taken longer than she expected.
Heels clicked on the tile of the corridors before she reached a very noisy cafeteria with a familiar voice shouting through a megaphone. The broken glass on the floor and busted lights showed Cecilia that there was definitely powers going haywire afoot, something she was familiar with. She had definitely missed quite a show since the air was filled with tension and U’ilani was in pursuit of Dennis. Throwing her head back in aggravation and letting out a sigh, she went to catch up with her. The best laid plans always go to waste, she thought to herself as her heels clicked after U’iilani and the two teenagers she was pursuing. “You again?!” She shouted when she saw Dennis was one of the culprits. Of course he had to transform in to a little snake and slither away. If only she was close enough to stomp on his sandy little body. “You’re in so much trouble when we see you again, Dennis!” She shouted after him as her skin started to glow from aggravation. “Ruining my lunch plans...” She said as she stood next to U’ilani. “I was going to see if you wanted to go off campus for lunch, but it looks like that won’t be happening.”
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Post by Paleo-JJX8672 on Jul 19, 2014 22:31:47 GMT
Overload Jacob didn't even notice the snake slither away. He turned his attention back towards the hallway after he finished his putrid meal coming face to face with someone he had never met and it was a girl. He quickly panicked becoming incredibly embarrassed and ashamed someone had witnessed him eating out of the garbage. The panic manifested into a full blown panic attack causing his thoughts to race irrationally. It was a prelude to another episode. Flashbacks and panicking were surefire ways the boy blew his lid. At first nothing seemed to be happening. To the onlooker it would seem that Jacob was having some sort of seizure babbling nonsense at the same time. But suddenly it became apparent that his powers were overloading due to the emotional stress and pressure he was feeling. Arcs of electricity sprang out from him singing anything it touched as conducted into the metal in the walls and then returning to him with increased power. If this continued, he would overload and discharge the excess power in a massive E.M.P. Somehow, someone needed to drain him of the excess of power and redirect it somewhere.
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