#bailey | 01

[jonas-hartmann]

@baileyfuge

Mike had really gone out of his way to be a dick this time. His friend had joked about losing his keys to the cabin and saying he’d steal Jonas’ for the rest of the retreat. Now that he was standing outside his cabin and searched for his keys to get in, he found that Mike had been dead serious all along. He looked inside every little pocket, opened every zipper. No keys. “Arschloch” he muttered with exasperation. Now Jonas would have to wait for the rest of the students he was living with to return from the silly tour they wanted to take around Plymouth. Just my damn luck... he thought. Of course he’d been the only one who chose not to tag along, since he’d decided to go back to get some work done instead in spite of how many times his friends called him nerd for it. Resigned to the fact that he now had a few hours to kill and nothing productive to do, he readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and began to walk away from Cabin #6.

[elena-arias]

“Do you also dress up for Halloween and go to classes like that?” the girl asked, wondering if it was something she should do to celebrate and have a little fun. Maybe that was different here, and if it was, she definitely didn’t want to be the only one attending class in costume. It was probably something silly to ask to begin with. “I don’t know... maybe you all think it’s childish but uh- well, we do that back home” she admitted with a nervous laugh.

[javier-silva]

He noticed right away that after losing that one life that he could no longer phase through anything, his body locked in a solid state even though he willed it to become incorporeal. Well, that's unfortunate, Javier thought, considering the programs were still shooting their blasted lasers at him.  Javier pressed his hands to the wall and managed to move the matter to create a shield behind him, blocking the attacks of the programs that had been hunting him down.

“I’m on my way down. Meet you all there!” he shouted through his communication device after hearing the code was in June’s possession now, and the rest of the group would gather at the base of the tower to flee before any of them got killed. He moved as fast as his body allowed, running, leaping, grateful for his avatar’s agility and swift motions even though he could feel his energy had lessened, but he was lucky enough to reach the ground floor without losing any more lives along the way.

[june-maslow]

There were considerably less students on campus during this period of the year. The majority of those that still roamed Turing Academy were taking summer classes. The few others were drowning in thesis work and were in desperate need to catch up before their deadlines came. It was easy to tell which were which based on the dark circles around their eyes and the way they dragged their feet as they walked. That was surely a foreshadowing of how she would be next year. 

For now she was free of summer courses and of the worries of thinking ahead about her thesis. She still spent a fair amount of time on campus because she was not free of her work at The Epigram, Turing’s student newspaper. June carried a stack of examples of their newest issue, leaving several of them in student lounges around the academy, in the libraries and even at the front desk of the fitness center. Last stop was the academy’s café, so with earphones plugged in she walked towards Common Grounds café, blissfully isolated from those around her as her music played on.