Sky High [IC Thread]

[Nekoman]

"Hello, ma'am. I'm sorry I was late, there were a few injuries related to the hole now in the floor of the school, I tended to them and sent them on thier way, but repairs still need to be made." The lie was obvious, he wasn't the best fibber. But the nurse seemed to buy it, and turned to Eliza.

"Just go home. First days are never fun, hon, so I get tons of kids in here faking to go home. It wouldn't be too suspicious for you to leave now." The nurse turned to Matt. "You too, MAtt, you look exhausted. Go home and catch up on your rest. The transition always has the hardest hit on you adorable types."

Matt smiled shyly in response, but looked to Eliza for confirmation. It was simple: if she stayed, he stayed.

[charli]

~Eliza~

Eliza knew what Matt was thinking. He wasn't going home unless she did. But it felt like a cop out. She just couldn't do it. "May I please have a pass back to class?" she asked the nurse who nodded and wrote the pass. Shooting an apologetic look at Matt, she turned to go.

[Nekoman]

"Alright then.. " Matt turned to the nurse, then walked over to his cabinet. "I have to stay here, anyways.. so I'll see you in class, Eliza.." He pulled the long, white suit from the cabinet, along with a pair of gloves and a mask, putting them on in due course, the helper's uniform.

"I really dont get what all this is for, its not like we're performing surgery.." Matt asked the nurse.

"You never know, hon, you never know.."

[charli]

~Eliza~

Eliza managed to make it back to class without running into Ken again, but she couldn't get his words out of her head. Trying not to look too freaked out, she handed her pass to Lucas, and went to hide at her seat and pretend to do sudoku.

Never has a graduate been anything different than their class. Eliza bit back a whimper. She refused - refused - to be a villain. She would rather die first.

[darkangel15]

Bella smiled... a smirk that would have frightened any onlookers. Fortunately, she was alone now. She watched the school with mild interest. She stood on the hill, hidden in the shadows by a tree.

Bella momentarily wondered how many lower classmen she could manipulate this semester. She hated missing the power placements. She looked forward every year to picking a few decent minions. However, two years ago, a hero had to re-start her freshman year as a villian and proved to be quite popular. The former hero was now a third year villian, and Bella was afraid that she could ruin everything and choose the best minion.

Bella refused to let that happen. She was going to graduate this year and she planned to come out on top. Which was why she actually cared about the placements this year. She would just hate to miss it.

But, as her mother had always taught her, it was always liberating and beautiful to be fashionably late.

[Yetisarge]

"Well looks like I might have to be a bit more vigilant about students who are in the hall." Sig said to himself as he saw what looked like a first year student rushing back into the class room.

"But I guess I should be nice they are just learning their way around the school."


(I swear to god, i'm never going to use another character other then Zerb.. I just keep fucking this up.)

[charli]

-Ken-

Ken walked through the halls silently. In his house, it was usually best if his parents didn't know he was there. As a result, Ken had learned to pick the locks on the doors, jimmy the windows open without breaking them, and most importantly, tread softly.

Ken didn't always have to take those precautions. His mother never bothered him, and when his father was sober, he didn't acknowledge Ken at all. It was when his old man was drunk - which he almost always was between seven pm and eight am - that Ken had to be careful. Mean old son of a bitch couldn't stand Ken, had a nice right hook, and, worst of all, didn't register pain when he was wasted.

Ken was about to round a corner in the hall when he heard murmuring. "But I guess I should be nice. They are just learning their way around the school." It was that ex-pilot, Mr. Johnson. Out of all the teachers, Ken probably hated Johnson the most. He had been military which meant that not much could really scare him. Ken's normal intimidation tactics wouldn't work.

Annoyed that he couldn't follow the hall he wanted to, Ken turned around and headed for an exit.

[Yetisarge]

Sig picked up the noise of feet. Every year someone had tried this, well probably was that boy Ken. He was a trouble maker. Sound travels better over tile flooring, better then over carpet.

"Well better catch the son of a gun before he skips out, even though he is a villian students will stay in school the whole day." Sig touched his hands to a strip of carpet enough to get his feet covered to move quietly, even though military training had already helped that.

Feeling the air for the chemical signature of a human he found Ken and that he was headed for the south exit and he headed after him to stop him.

[charli]

-Ken-

The hair on the back of Ken's neck stood on end. He was being watched. Sure enough, a discreet glance over his shoulder confirmed that Mr. Johnson was in fact following him. Dammit, Ken had thought he had been quiet enough to get away.

Well, he sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with teachers right now. Hitting Johnson in the backs of his knees with searing pain, Ken made a run for it.

[Yetisarge]

"Have to better then that old boy," Sig said as the pain started and he touched a bit of metal and his legs turned to metal and began to hurt a little less.

Sig made a bolt activating a silent alarm for the specialists of this type and he started to dash after the boy.

"You don't know who you are dealing with boy do you?" Sig said as he began to mess with the air infront of Ken to make it a bit difficult to breath as he accelerated down the short hallway.

[charli]

-Ken-

Ken's lungs burned. What was that asshole doing to the air? Running was no longer an option, so Ken turned to fight. He may not have had super strength, but he was strong from "sparring" with his father. Johnson was already on top of him, and Ken punched the teacher in the gut, coupling the attack with a burst of pain and holding his other fist up to defend his head.

[Yetisarge]

"Well I can see your father taught you well." Sig said in a mocking accent of Sean Connery as he doubled from a little pain.

Sig then swung at the student but not for the head like the student was expecting but for the gut and the groin. He grabbed the student and flipped him to the floor and stuck his foot on his neck.

"Now sonny boy would you like to go to detention?" He asked now with his usual Scottish accent.

[charli]

-Ken-

Ken had come into school more than once with a black eye or other assorted dings courtesy of his father, but he had never talked about it. About half-way through his second year, the school psychologist, a mind reader, scanned Ken and alerted the other teachers about the "tense situation at home". So of course Johnson would know that Ken fought with his father (dispite the fact that Ken had still not talked about it). Dickwad didn't have to bring it up during a fight, though.

Ken squirmed a bit under Johnson's foot. But he wasn't getting anywhere. Glaring up at the teacher, Ken spat in his face. "Fuck you. I'm not going to detention."

[Yetisarge]

"You know whats funny about your powers Kenny boy?" Sig said keeping his foot on the boy just as the specialists arrived around the corner.

"You may be able to bring pain to other humans, but when that human can get the molecular compound of anything they touch. It seems to lose the potentness." he said as the specialists picked the boy up and suppressed the powers of this boy and lead him away to detention, Sig decided to accompany the men in case the boy somehow was able to actually beat them.

"You know Ken, you could be liked, if you would let people actually talk to you. But believe me, this big tough guy thing won't cut it. Not around me." Sig said as they reached the detention room and Ken was placed in it.

"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow in my class." Sig said as he shut the door and the room's negating powers began.

[Kat]

Grace

Grace smiled and sent a tendril of wind across to Awa's pen, waiting for her friend to let go of it before she could whip over her classmates' heads.

"Thanks Awa-chan..." she said, hoping to maybe ruffle a few heads before she went back to glaring at her puzzle.

Maybe I can even try to make it drizzle a little, with the condensation from the air and kids' sweat... she started doing inner calculations, her healer's mind thinking of using her own body's storage of water to bring rain, without killing herself.

[charli]

((Meaningless annoying flash back for character development! Yay!))

-Ken-

Ken kicked the desk before he sat down. He knew the detention room was worse for some of the other students who relied too heavily on their powers, but still, the too white room annoyed him. He buried his face in his arms and tried to go to sleep, but echoes of voices kept nagging at his mind...

Oh, God, what's happening...?!

Freak! I always knew something was wrong with you!

Yeah, it was a rough few days when Ken first came into his powers.

Thirteen years old and curled in the fetal position on his bed, Kenneth Logan looked positively pitiful. But it wouldn't have been that bad if his mother hadn't completely broken down. Tears streamed from her eyes as she knelt in the doorway to the bedroom, trying in vain to comfort her son. Out in the kitchen, Ken's father raged. Ken had never been very touchy-feely, but now, he had no idea what was happening. He was a young boy who wanted to be held by his mother, but, or course, she wasn't coming anywhere near him. All he and his parents knew was that anyone who came too close collapsed in fits of pain.

Ken craved physical contact, but when it finally came, it came in the form of Ken's drunken father. "You little fuck!" the man bellowed, pummeling his son. "Being a punk just couldn't be enough for you, could it? No, you had to be a freak!" He was immune to the pain while he was drunk, a piece of information that would become vital to Ken's survival.

Ken eventually learned to control the pain - by holding it within himself - and it wasn't long until the acceptance letter from Sky High came. His father couldn't care less, but his mother was overjoyed. "Maybe they can help you," she enthused, the hope in her eyes almost completely hiding the fear. "In fact, I'm sure they could!"

Bitch. The only help she wanted Ken to get was an antidote or whatever for his power. She tried way too hard to be supportive of Ken, and too often, her fear was too obvious. A single tear rolled down Ken's cheek, and then his heart hardened back up, and he went to sleep.

[TrickyLA]

Awa

Awa smiled, letting go of her beloved pen and watched as it drifted over to Grace. She fiddled with her pencil a bit, whispering softly into the wind.

"No problem Gigi......hope you aren't too bored...."

She really hoped her friend wasn't going to do anything drastic. Sure, Awa didn't like math, but Grace absolutely loathed the subject. More so because it seemed to be the only subject she couldn't grasp. That's why she made it a point to sit in with the third years.

Poor Gigi.....

Sighing to herself, she continued to trace over her finished Sudokus. Her mind briefly flickered back to Eliza, she hoped she was okay.

She ran off really quickly....I hope she doesn't get into trouble.....

Her eyes flickered behind her for a moment, then snapped back to her puzzles. She shouldn't worry about Ken....should she?

[Yetisarge]

(And now time for the Sappy I want to help you time of the story. woot?)

Sig headed down to the main office area and requested the folder on the student Kenneth Logan.

"Why do you want the form on that trouble maker?" one of the new secretaries inquired as the handed him the form from the back of the record room.

"For his own reason only Gloria, do I need to remind you how much of a trouble maker you were when you were here at this school?" another of the secretaries replied.

"My reasons are my own, if I get a call or something either take a message or have it transfered down to the detention area." Sig said as he headed down back towards the dention room and entered the room where he had recently placed Ken.

[charli]

-Ken-

Ken heard someone enter, but he didn't move. He continued to breath evenly, deeply. To Ken, his breathing seemed unnaturally loud, and it was for someone who was awake, but the idea was to make the intruder think Ken was still asleep. He was in no mood to deal with some other punk who tripped up and got caught.

[Yetisarge]

"I know you aren't sleeping Ken. And I figure you won't want to talk to me but I might as well try." Zig said as he spread the file out onto the table in the front of the room.

"I know your father beat you, I know you are the son of two normal humans who, as the villian sector of this school puts it, fear us. The reason they fear us is becauase we are different."

"I would love to help you be able to control your powers, for their is no antidote for this. In case you are wonder I have your file right here in front of me. Yes we do conduct interviews with parents, and yes sometimes we even spy on them." Sig said and stopped allowing for the boy to reply, though he doubted he would since he probably hated Siegfried for a couple of reasons, not least of which was the fact that he was former military.

[charli]

-Ken-

"I would love to help you be able to control your powers."

Ken could help it. He scoffed in disbelief and looked up at Johnson. "Control my powers? Do you really think I'd have all those villains and minions tailing after me if I couldn't control myself, if I was just some loose cannon?

"And my father didn't beat me." Ken's lip curled into a sneer. "He beats me. Present tense. And you know why, too. You know that he wouldn't even stop to listen to you guys as soon as you said you were from Sky High and wanted to talk to him about me."

Ken's eyes narrowed in a venomous glare. "Why would you even bother, though? It's not like I could ever be a hero. If you help me, then after I graduate, instead of an angsting, depressed villain on the loose, you'll have an emotionally stable villain on the loose. Which do you think would be more dangerous?"

[Yetisarge]

"Doesn't matter what I think, and your father is nothing more then a prick. You want is funny is that it is funny to see him attack a person when he is drunk." Zig chuckled remembering when he was down over at his house.

"However I didn't say that we had him listen with consent. Why bother is because while you may want to be a dangerous villian, I won't have you causing extreme harm to other students in this school. This school may promote fighting yes, but when you attack students for what would appear no reason then I have a problem." Sig said leaning forward in a chair behind the table.

"If you ask me an emotionally stable villain is much worse. Think about it, if you graduate, I say if because your attendence record seems to pointing towards you not graduating, and you are stable you can devious much more elaborate plans to get people confused raise more hell if you will. If you are depressed after one failure you won't be doing anything for a long time, become a laughing stalk of the villian community." Sig said leaning back now.

[charli]

-Ken-

"Failure doesn't depress me," Ken spat. "Like I'd even care what they thought, anyway..."

Ken jerked his chin towards the folder. "Let me see the file. I want to know if the attendence comments say anything about me only missing class when I'm sent to detention."

[Yetisarge]

"Sorry boy-o this file is accessable only by those of us who actually work here." Zig said as he walked over to the door and handed it to one of the attendees and they took it back to the office.

"Trust me boy teachers don't mark you absent or missing when you are sent here." Sig said as he sat on the table.

"So tell me why is it you hate me. Or is simple because A. I'm a teacher here and B. That I am former military personel?" Sig asked curious as to why he was hated by all students who hated him without really knowing him.

[charli]

-Ken-

Ken laughed. "You think there's something special about you? What, that I hate you more than every other person in this sorry school? Don't flatter yourself."

[Yetisarge]

"I never said that you hated me more then others in this school. I just like to know why people hate or extremely dislike me. Though I guess I will be on my way, maybe let you back into class today, or just let you go back to your nap, since it doesn't seem to matter to you." Sig said as he got up and headed on his way out of the room.

[charli]

-Ken-

Ken didn't know if it was desperation to get out of the detention room or desperation to get back to class. Either way, for a moment, he let Johnson get a glimpse at what was actually going on in his mind. "Let me go back to class. I like learning, like being in school. If I do well here, then I could go to college, get a real job. Get out of the slums and never have to see my parents again."

[Yetisarge]

"Alright then Ken, I'll let you back into class." Sig said as he signed out Ken and he was let back to class.

"That kid has potential, doesn't matter if he is a villian or not." Sig said as he headed out of the school building.

"Looks like I have a house call to make, and knowing my luck this guy will still be drinking and I'll have a bit of a fun little talk on my hands."

[charli]

((Yeti, I'm not RPing the scene between Ken's father and Sig, mostly because I don't want to come up with details for another character. Apparently my NPC use is out of control. Use your imagination, post the results.))

-Ken-

As Ken entered the math class, a thought occured to him. He wasn't going to put voice to it because he didn't want to go back to detention three minutes after getting out. But still, it nagged at him. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Eliza Paine had shot a bolt of lightning at him. She'd gone completely wrath of God on his ass and he was the one to go to detention. What had happened? Just last year, if Eliza so much as asked for clarification on an assignment, insubordination. Mouthing off to the teachers, straight to detention. What had happened between then and now that everyone was suddenly pampering Eliza?

Ken took his seat but didn't even bother with his puzzles. He turned and openly looked Eliza over. She didn't look much different. A bit older, but still like a Catholic school-girl pornstar. Was that it? Was she turning tricks to stay in the teachers' good graces?

She must've felt his eyes on her because she shifted in her seat and turned her face slightly away from him. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, though. In her expression was fear, confusion, contempt. As if she was waiting for Ken to do something, antagonize her someway. But Ken just stared. Pain, Eliza could deal with. This simple gaze was really freaking her out. And Ken loved it.

[TrickyLA]

Awa

Awa's eyes flickered to Eliza, she looked so tired. She was openly worried now. She was about to say something when there was a sudden presence in front of her. Ken had returned to class.

She flinched a bit, suddenly afraid again, but instantly felt bad. Ken didn't deserve all that. Someone had to give him a chance....right? He seemed to be making Eliza nervous, might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Against her better judgement, Awa leaned a bit closer to Ken and poked him with the end of her pencil.

Can't turn back now...

Shaking slightly, she mumbled.

"H-hey....y-you okay....?"