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02-13-2011, 06:33 PM

The Story

- It is now appropriate to begin posting.

~ Eric McCloud

The car door slammed shut behind him. With his gray-blue eyes surveying the front of the academy, Eric McCloud tried to picture staying in such a place. He'd never been in such a nice area - every home he'd ever inhabited was full of lower-classed drunks and struggling mothers. The Crimson Academy was a step up (more like ten steps) from anything he'd ever seen. Even if the place was beautiful, Eric couldn't quite muster the feelings of excitement within himself.
He wouldn't be there if it weren't for his uncle, Hank. The man was a professor at the academy, and offered a place to stay when tragedy hit. Eric flinched as a wave of unhindered emotion slammed into him, and promptly shook it away with a sigh. Just find out where you're staying. The first glance toward the front steps made his head swim. There were already so many people there. . . .

Granted Eric was entering the Fall term of classes a bit early - the students were just recieving the results of their last finals. The thought wasn't necessarily exciting for McCloud, but he figured it was better than stepping into classrooms when the class was half finished for the term.
By the time he entered the large front doors, Eric was more than ready to drop his suitcase where it lay. Glancing about, he hesitated. Where do I go? He needed to find his uncle . . . and a room. Directions were hard to come by when everyone either ignores you or stares at you. Setting his belongings down so his arm could rest, Eric tried to ignore the lingering gazes of long-time students.
Maybe the office is over there. . . . He had no idea where to start.
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~ Emma Frost

With a loud sigh, the young woman let her book fall from her hands. She was sitting in the front entryway of the school - as she always did when finishing some homework. It wasn't that she was catching up on late assignments, but she was certainly going the extra step to recieve some extra kudos from the professor. A bit of extra work was always worth the grade upkeep. It would be disgusting if she ever recieved anything lower than straight "A's."
The sound of a few girls giggling made Emma's cold gaze shoot up. Can't you see someone's working here? It was then that she realized what the students were staring at. Oh. A poor lost sheep in a den of wolves. Rolling her eyes, the blonde picked up her book again before promptly shoving her nose into it. I hate new students. They were so . . . clumsy. Awkward when they talked to people, always getting lost, never who you expect them to be . . . it drove Emma nuts.

Ignoring Eric McCloud's presense entirely, Emma lifted a pencil from the table beside her recliner. I have work to do.
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~ Kurt Wagner

"Danke, Professor." With a grateful smile, Kurt lifted his bag. He had just recieved his grades - and he was rather surprised to find them so high. Granted, he'd applied himself to his work as best he could . . . and he'd been attending classes within the academy for a good four years now . . . but it still brought a smile to his face to see how well he was doing. It was a far cry from his first year within the academy - he'd never experienced any amount of schooling before then.
Before leaving the classroom, Kurt was sure to tug his hood up about his features again. While some of the older students might know about his true self, he wasn't about to go broadcasting it to the entire school. Blue skin wasn't exactly . . . normal. He didn't want to go through what had happened in Germany all over again. Being a "demon" wasn't exactly a prestine condition.

Wrinkling his nose, the youth stepped out into the hallway. Now that his work was finished, it was time to head to the training room. He loved the solace that the room offered - a chance to set school aside and let instinct take over was always welcome. The moment he entered the "danger room" (as the students were so privy to calling it), Kurt let his bag drop to the ground. His hood soon lowered, and the male took a deep breath.
"Begin." He was prepared for whatever scenario might be thrown at him - he was eager for it.