The First Day of World History [OPEN]

[russia]

History. It's an amusing subject. It's like looking through the world's diary and reflecting on it to try and not make the same mistakes again (though often times that doesn't work.) Ivan likes the subject, and although he's not as good at it as psychology, he does think of himself as pretty knowledgeable.

He's the first one to arrive in the classroom- even the teacher seemed to have gone elsewhere. It made Ivan feel uneasy, with the inanimate chairs and desks and the incessant sound from the air conditioner being his only company. There were books, lots of them, textbooks and paperbacks, and volumes in many different languages. He wonders if the teacher can actually read in all of those languages, or if that's just for the students who have difficulty in English. Not that Ivan had seen anyone who had any real problem with the language, but it was possible.

Ivan sits down near the back. As much as he would like to sit closer to the front, he would feel bad for anyone who would have to sit behind him, especially if the person was short like that roommate of his (what was his name? Oh yes, Raivis.)

He checks his schedule for the fourth time- da, he was supposed to be here in this period, but nobody had shown up yet. He taps his foot on the ground, wondering if his schedule had a typo or anything. He hoped not, he liked the schedule as it was despite not even knowing who his fellow classmates or his teachers would be. And from the school map, he didn't have to rush back and forth from the classroom (apparently from what he heard, the slower students seemed to end up with farther classrooms while the ones with Super Speed got classes close to each other. Odd.)

Ivan considered leaving the room and seeing whether or not there were people who were coming this way, when he hears the door open and a student come in.

((OOC: Saying that someone comes in a room doesn't count as godmodding or anything, right? :< ))

[puppy]

World history. Yes, Santiago had always quite enjoyed the class, but then again what class DIDN’T he enjoy? He loved learning and education… but history classes always seemed to be the hardest for him. All the essays took him years and years, and millions of hours of research, and while he usually did really well on them, he always ended up turning them in late, and getting points off and it was this long big issue that he never felt like delving into with the teacher cause it was annoying, and he seriously didn’t enjoy fights.

But anyways, back on track, he held his schedule out in front of himself steadily, trying to focus on the text, but getting a bit irritated because of the kids shoving by him in the hallway and already one kid tossed a rock at his head, and gave him a bruise because of it. Which really frustrated him, because what a great image a bruise must have given him… especially since it was the first day! And by God, he was most certainly not a troublemaker. He hated trouble. How was he even able to go to a school that bred superheroes, especially at the rate he ran away from trouble of any kind?

He continued trying to concentrate on the schedule, but the headache caused from the bruise above his eyes caused the schedule to blur in and out of his vision. Oh he couldn’t miss the first day cause of a headache! He just couldn’t! The first day may have been the most boring of all the days, but it was the day he could decide if they class was for him, and take his actions accordingly. Without the first day, it would be like jumping in blindly! He wouldn’t even have the rubric for the class!

Squinting his eyes, he stared at the schedule long enough to realize to see the room number coming into focus. Room 364… or at least what seemed to be 364… at least the numbers were big enough above the doors of the classrooms that he could read them. It really bugged him also how he was wearing his glasses and he still couldn’t see. Oh today was going to be lovely.

He began to make his way down the hall, placing his schedule in his messenger bag, and setting his long lanky fingers against the source of the throbbing to slow it somewhat. Hopefully his first day of world history would make up for this useless headache, and he be able to get at least some excitement from the thought of a year’s worth of history again.

Once he found the room, he wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead, and pulled the door open… open to a generally empty classroom… well except for one person. A rather large boy with an innocent face and a strange shade of light brown was sitting alone in the back. Didn’t he have any friends? He sure did look rather lonely…

Taking the lonely-looking nature of the boy to his advantage, Santiago paced over to the kid and stood directly in front of his desk, in an invasion of all personal space… Hopefully he didn’t mind.

“Hey! You look kind of bored in here man.” His voice came out more distant and quieter than he was used to, and it actually made his head sting even more, “Why’d you come so early?” He moved his hand back over his forehead and shut his eyes to block out the light.

He didn’t know if he could make it through the day with the headache he had, but… he could try… there was no harm in that was there?

[russia]

Ivan noticed the new guy walk into the room. He was Hispanic and seemed to squint his eyes for just a second before coming closer, shoes squeaking on the wooden floors. The sunlight seemed to hit at just the right angle to make the guy's black hair seem to shine out.

"Hey! You look kind of bored in here man." he said, coming quite a bit close to Ivan. Not that Ivan minded, he had nothing to hide from this stranger, "Why'd you come so early?" The guy then put a hand over his forehead and shut his eyes. It must be the sun.

Ivan glances at the wall, looking for a clock. It takes a second, but he does find one and notices that he has come pretty early.

"Ah, I must have misread the time." It made sense now that the halls were empty for the most part when he was going to class. Then again, Ivan also didn't want Natashka or Nikita following him around everywhere like they usually do and scare all the other students by doing so, "This is actually my first year in this school, despite being a junior."

He tried to hold back a sneeze. It didn't work for long, and he sneezed on his elbow. There must be a lot of dust floating around in this room. Do they even use this place in the summer? It looks as if it could use some dusting and cleaning unless the school wants it to look all old and dreary.

[acknowledgeme]

“Man, where is this room?” Frowning a bit, the blonde walked along the crowded hallways, keeping his schedule close. Of course, the boy had to get lost. Of course, people would raise brows at him because of his height and apparent age. Of course they'd laugh and tell him to go back to middle school. Well, he'd show them! Looking up at the room numbers and then back to the schedule, Peter continued along. 360, 361, 362... He was getting closer, at least. Grinning now, Peter wondered what kind of people he was going to meet...would they tease him, would they accept him, would they laugh-? He hoped they were nice, and a little bit of the blonde hoped that Arthur would be in this class. He hadn't seen his brother in ages...Peter knew he was here, at this school. It was simply a matter of finding him. But damn it all, Arthur was really, really good at hiding. Frowning now, Peter got lost in his thoughts and stopped watching the doors for a moment.

367— Oh shoot, he'd walked past it. Turning around, he found the correct door this time. Room 364; World History. Taking a deep breath, the little blonde grinned and pushed the door open. He looked about once inside, only to find two extremely tall people. Well, they were tall in comparison to himself. Setting his bright blue, seagull adorned backpack down on a chair, he scrambled over to the other two. “Hi there!” he chirped, “My name's Peter Kirkland!” Giving the two a confident smile, he then observed both. The one sitting, he had a childish air with dark undertones, pale, almost white hair, violet eyes, and a beige scarf which stuck out in contrast to the uniform. The other had dark hair, chocolate eyes, and a bruise slowly forming on his head. Raising a brow, Peter wondered briefly how he got it, but he wouldn't be one to pry. Was he early? Looking around again, he realized, the room was completely empty except for himself and the other two. The teacher wasn't even here yet. Well, at least he didn't have to be worried about being late, right?

Yeah, it was better to look at the good of the situation. Turning his attention back to the others, he smiled again. “Who're you guys? This school is so big! I thought I'd never find this place, but well I did! And so yeah...here I am!” He was rambling again, a habit that the boy hadn't been able to curb just yet. It was just part of growing up, some part of him supposed. “Oh and what're your powers too, if you don't mind my askin'?” He added as an afterthought. Peter hoped he'd make friends with at least one of them, so he didn't feel quite as awkward as he did at the moment.

[russia]

Oh look, another person. This guy was short, as in really short. He looked like an elementary student. Did the guy drink a lot of coffee when he was young or did he just skip some grades?

"I'm called Ivan Braginsky." He wondered if the new fellow was lost or had some sort of schedule problem, since he's pretty sure that this class is only for high schoolers. Then again, the guy could just be a really short freshman... with in-proportionately huge eyebrows.

"My powers?" It was rare for someone to ask that upfront, and Ivan's mind went blank for a second before remembering what his powers actually were, "Oh, mine are Illusions." He doesn't add Power Dampening since he doesn't want to show off and he hasn't really mastered it yet to the point where he would tell that to people upfront. Besides, it makes for a useful surprise if someone was showing off and it really irked him. He loves it when people show off only to have their powers weakened by him. They would start stuttering a bit, trying to think up of some excuse of why their powers have decreased so much and try to accuse Ivan when no one would believe it (except for the others who've found out what he can do.) Unfortunately, he still can't activate that power when he's calm. It only works when he's angry, sad, or in rare cases, scared. And he wasn't feeling any of that now.

He wonders what the other two's powers are. He assumes that the shorter guy is probably a sidekick of some sort, but had no clue what the Hispanic guy's powers might be. Some people just had powers that seem to be the complete opposite of their personality. Ivan had once met a happy-go-lucky girl with darkness manipulation. Well, he shouldn't be the one stereotyping. Most people would probably guess that he had super strength or something like cyrokinesis. He thinks that illusions are a more useful power, since it's easy to fool people with.

[puppy]

“I’m here early too though… so it doesn’t matter… Although…” He was going to add, ‘How long have you been here?’ But he didn’t feel like talking anymore, so he simply shook his head, “Actually never mind...” He moved to the desk next to the Russian and gingerly slid into the seat, and placed his chin out on the desk in front of him, “Oh so you are a junior then… I’m a sophomore. This is my second year here… Why did you decide to-“

His words were cut off by the other’s sudden sneeze. As a response, Santiago blinked his eyes together quickly. Ow. That hurt him quite a bit. The sound seemed to resonate in his brain for quite some time, and he managed to murmur a quick, “Salud” before another boy came bouncing into the room.

This boy had bright blonde hair… and he seemed to hop-skip with each step he took… ‘Oh Lord..’ Santiago thought as the boy set his backpack down and came bounding over to them, introducing himself. The boy looked like he was about twelve years old. And with the way he was bouncing aroun and speaking… Santiago wouldn’t have put it past him. Maybe he was just one of those really smart kids that went into High School early or something.
“Hello to you there Peter Kirkland. I’m Santiago Carrera. I kind of have a terrible headache forming Peter… so if you don’t mind kee—“

“Who're you guys? This school is so big! I thought I'd never find this place, but well I did! And so yeah...here I am!”
Santiago felt his eyes widen as his words were cut off. He wondered if the kid had even heard him. Chances were with the way he was rambling, Santiago had gone completely unheard and he would have to reintroduce himself. Which he wasn’t really feeling up to doing right now… and he would have to tell the very bouncy child that he had such a bad headache that the noises he war normally used to seem to be three times louder than usual.

“Oh and what're your powers too, if you don't mind my askin'?”

Santiago tilted his head to the side at the question. Why was the boy so open to asking? Most of the other students were afraid of asking for one reason or the other. Not that he himself minded all that much, it was just strange to hear people asking because so many of the students were offended when they were asked questions like that. It was like half of the students had some kind of sob story that went along with their powers that they didn’t want to tell people, or didn’t want to be reminded of… Even though they were surrounded and had to use their powers every day.

Some people were just so stinking sensitive, “I’m a weather manipulator…” Santiago replied sleepily, “I’m not so great though. I can’t really do much with it… I can make earthquakes though…” He never really saw the use in making earthquakes. Well unless he wanted to shake the crap out of people. Although sometimes shaking the crap out of people did help a lot, especially when it came to more klutzy students.

But usually he wasn’t very helpful in combat training…especially when paired up with a hero who wasn’t very used to their powers. Oh … that could be quite the mess at times… that usually ended with him running… or with him getting a huge rock pelted at his forehead and a large bruise forming consequently.