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This is the face of boredom. Can't you see it in my eyes? They're so bored they just died.
I am so bored, someone please, lets have sex or go get a churro or something.
I'd honestly be happy with either, even though a churro sounds fantastic right now. Any takers?
brave new world || open
Amalgam Academy was everything and nothing like what Kate had imagined it to be. It was a grandiose castle-like structure, tucked away from most of civilization, that would have made Hogwarts jealous. It was the new home to those with special powers, abilities, or other skills that would be honed during their time there. It had all of state-of-the-art amenities and technologies that a person could dream of, and then some. If someone were to ask Kate what she thought about the place, she would definitely reply with two words: "It's amazing." Being from a wealthy family, she'd gone to private schools before, but none quite as sophisticated as Amalgam.
And yet, she hadn't expected to actually feel like a student here. She'd expected that this was a place for the heroes of tomorrow to train and grow to their peak conditions. Yes, the trainings were designed to do this, but the young archer couldn't help like she was back in the private elementary school she'd been sent to as a girl, with the outfit and the pre-arranged schedule. This wasn't new to her, but it didn't mean she was completely comfortable with it, especially being fairly new to the school.
With a small sigh, Bishop made her way through the halls of Amalgam, on her way to lunch, passing through the crowds of students. She still didn't have many friends, and finding the ones she did have in the cafeteria had proven in the past to be rather difficult...
There's a dead antelope in my room.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
What happened?
Peter woke up holding his head. He was tired of basically passing out and waking up somewhere random. You'd think it wouldn't happen too often but it would surprise you. He sat up against the wall, his warm back contrasting with the freezing wall. "Shit." He murdered to himself. "Where..where am I?" He slowly started to get to his feet and as he just reached his feet, using the wall for support he could hear someone. "I may be slightly hazed but I can still hear you out there."
"--I just wanted to open my locker, not rip it out of the structure ..."
Well.
Looks like I came at the perfect fuckin' time.
Robot teachers? Fantastic.
The first attack was surprising to say the least. Diana was far from expecting her teacher to suddenly attack her, but that hardly stopped her from flipping the professor over and onto their nice wooden desk, crushing it to pieces. The whole situation had been odd to say the least. It hadn't been just the one teacher either, it was all of them.
It had been going on for a few days now. Diana helping out wherever she could and having other students backs when they needed it. It was always a plus being a super powered hero. But that didn't mean she didn't appreciate the help she got when her back was turned.
She had just finished taking out the robot impostor in front of her, the battle itself taking forever. This one seemed to be a lot stronger then the ones before, it even managed to bruise her up quite a bit. She panted heavily and wiped away some blood from her brow, glancing around the area to see if there was anyone near by.
"What in Hera's name is going on here?"
Being the new girl is never an easy task,nor one that is quite as enjoyable as teen chick flicks usually made them seem to be. It wasn't all that bad however, come lunch time she was actually quite relaxed into the new school. She was sat in the cafeteria, grazing happily on an apple by herself.She soon 'felt' the metal legs of the chair move and quickly glanced up at the stranger "Oh, sorry ... Do you want me to move?" She asked, cheeks flushing a slight pink colour.
