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Post by Lokai Daniels on Oct 26, 2010 15:33:51 GMT -4
What a hell of a long flight.
It wasn’t necessarily heights that made Lokai nervous as the plane left the International Airport in Dallas, Texas, and took off for the remote island that The Academy was situated on. Instead, it was the sheer fact that there was nothing under him but air that separated him from the ground, a good fifty thousand or more miles down below. It was enough to make him squirm in his seat almost the entire ride there. And he thought he could sleep the entire day’s worth of flying away? Not such an easy task. The weather remained overcast from storms long gone, and the constant cloud mass that littered the sky around them made for mild turbulence at sporadic times of the flight. Lokai often found himself gripping onto the arm rests with his fingernails embedded deep into the cushioned padding. Camouflage cargo pants hung loosely from his muscled legs, and a plain white tee shirt hugged his torso.
Finally however, much to the young man’s relief, the plane touched down on the runway just outside of the Academy’s property. From the window on the airplane, he could see the high-built walls of the campus dormitories. There really wasn’t much else on the island. It was small and remote, so much so that it gave Lokai a mild sense of dread and a split second of panic. Adrenaline shot through his veins in a swift rotation as he humored the thought that this was no Academy for people like him at all – this was a government operation – set to eliminate all the “freaks of nature” like him. This was all a front. His typically serious face took on a wary expression, pupils dilating wide and taking in too much light for the overcast day. He squinted as he maneuvered quickly through the airport, warily eyeing the few people that were there. Once out of the small building, a taxi was waiting on him with a smiling driver who helped him put his bags into the trunk. Lokai hesitated, watching the driver’s every movement, his entire body language reading “on edge” for the world to see. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to be caught with his guard down. He cautiously got into the back of the cab and sat down with muscles tense, ready to spring into action, should there be need for it. However, the drive to the campus grounds went by uneventful, with the driver making casual small talk, asking about where Lokai had come from, and what his life was like before he found the Academy. Lokai’s answers were quiet, and very vague, as he stared out the window at the scenery that whipped by.
“This is a whole new life for you, you know.” Spoken from the driver as he put the car in park at the front of the steps into the dormitories. The statement echoed in his head, and Lokai let his eyes rove over the expanse of the building that loomed in front of him. Were they words of reassurance, or was he to be cautious on how things played out here?
He stopped himself – he stopped thinking, stopped ushering more negativity in his mind and stopped worrying about what if’s. With a hand on the strap of his duffle bag, he thanked the taxi driver with a nod and a handed-over twenty. He would be alright. Things would go his way, and this was all going to work itself out. Instantly, a calm spread over his body, erasing the wound-up feeling that the tense muscles and clotted adrenaline in his veins. He sucked in a deep breath through flared nostrils, testing the chilled sea breeze as it wafted off of the ocean close by. He sorted out scents that he could figure out with the mild sense of that his human body possessed: sea salt from the shore, fertilizer from the manicured lawn of the campus, exhaust from the retreating form of the taxi. The scents were all normal – they did not create a flashing warning sign in his head, putting him even further at ease. There was no government scandal, and if there were, he would handle it accordingly.
Squinted aloe green eyes glanced up the steps that lead into the dormitory building, and the young man with the shaggy, sandy blonde hair moved forward towards the pristine doors. Wonder what the world had in store for him next.
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Post by Theodore Stevenson on Oct 27, 2010 19:50:03 GMT -4
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The weather was looking better. Still not good, but a lot better than it had been. Theo felt safe outside alone again. Not that he liked admitting that he had been scared before. He just didn’t like storms. Sometimes it hadn’t been too bad but it still made him nervous. All the noise of the wind and rain. The whole academy had been damaged in some way or another. Still, things could only get better from here, right?
The boy had been making up for the time he had been unable to go out, or unwilling. He had been wandering around for a while now, taking in the island. The day wasn’t exactly perfect. Theo would normally be more energetic but he just didn’t feel like it today. Maybe it was the weather, maybe not, Either way he was happy to just walk around, taking in the views and letting his mind wander randomly. He noticed a plane coming in to land not too far away. Theo had mixed feelings on aeroplanes. Though he liked the idea of flying it still scared him that he was in a large metal tube somehow hurtling through the air. And then there was the inevitable boredom. After a certain point the novelty of being in the air wears off, especially on long flights like most of the ones Theo had been on. At least he could sleep for a while, being fairly small had it’s benefits. He had seen some other people struggle to get comfortable with barely enough room to move.
The flight over here hadn’t been as bad as actually leaving. Things had been awkward when he left, at least for him. Nothing seemed right after he had shifted. He had attacked his friend and, even though his friend couldn’t remember it, he still felt awkward around him, like he should apologise. And then there was his dad. Things weren’t right between Theo and his father. They had started going wrong after his mother had died. He couldn’t even remember how it had happened but in the end they had all but stopped speaking to each other. But that didn’t matter now, he was here and he could leave the problems of his life in England behind. He hadn’t been at the academy long but he had settled in nicely. He still didn’t really have any friends though.
As the small boy headed back to the dormitories he heard the noise of a vehicle pulling away. There wasn’t much traffic on the island, hardly any really, the nearby, populated island was the busier. Rounding the corner he was someone stood in front of the building. He looked maybe eighteen, maybe older. He was quite well built, and looked confident and strong, in mind and body. Theo looked on for a few moments. The boy had probably just arrived. Theo made his way over, hoping he looked more confident than he felt. Something about the person ahead didn’t seem too open and welcoming. But Theo remembered what it had been like when he had arrived, and having someone to talk to had made him feel better. As he neared the older boy he spoke up, noticing that he was quite a bit shorter than the newcomer was. ”Hullo, are you new here?” he asked, sounding quite cheerful. More cheerful than he felt at least. This was the hardest part. The moment the boy responded he would have a better feeling of him.
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Post by Lokai Daniels on Nov 5, 2010 17:24:37 GMT -4
OOC - This post is all over the place and pretty short - I'm so sorry if it doesn't make sense x__x
This was going to definitely be interesting. Lokai’s mind trailed off into thought at he gazed up at the towering building, not yet fully ready to walk through its doors. His inner feline was still reeling from the plane ride, and you know – taxis weren’t much better. He really would prefer to walk where ever he went, even if it took him longer, but time and modernization seemed to disagree with his desires. Anyway, back to his thoughts. So, her at the academy, there would be other people that shifted like he did. Did everyone shift? The taxi driver – did he shift? What did everyone shift into? Other cougars? Different animals? For a moment, Lokai toyed with the mental image of his shift chasing after another’s – a rabbit, a squirrel, any prey animal. Breakfast. A tiny hint of a grin etched at his face.
He found it funny. The idea of ever finding anyone else like him was still so far-fetched to his mind that it was easy to have a sort of sarcastic-humor to the entire scenario. Easy to not believe it was really happening.
Suddenly, Lokai’s skin prickled with goose bumps and his muscles along his neck, shoulders and back tensed. His pupils dilated and he became extremely aware of his surroundings. Someone else was here. Subconsciously, he could hear the boy walk across the lawn and pavement towards him, but in his human body, he wasn’t sure how the boy was detected – he just was. Lokai turned towards him and watched him with a piercing stare and a squared up body, chest raised and jaw clenched, tipped upwards at a slight angle. His stature reeked of uncertainty and shy appeals, but he was making a good effort to buck up and face his fears. Was this boy a shifter? What did he shift into? … Was it something he could eat? Ha, no really.
Hullo, are you new here?
An eyebrow rose up and creased on his brow. For a moment, he made no attempt to reply, he was still lost in thought and sizing up the younger student before him. His mind had been racing with a million thoughts anyways, all starting from the moment he got on the plane. It had yet to cease, and even when the boy had initiated conversation, it hardly relented. Finally though, Lokai relaxed his posture, pulling his shoulders back and letting them lightly slump, His eyebrows relented their unconvinced stature, and his jaw finally unhinged.
“Yeah,” He paused to squint as the sun dared to peek through the overcast cloud-cover of the day, blinking as his eyes slowly contracted to adapt to the overcompensation of sunlight for that frugal moment. An inevitable sneer rode his upper lip into a curl, but he meant no ill-will from it, it just came with the squint. “I am. I’m Lokai.”
Might as well be as friendly as you can be, right? Well … we’ll see how long this lasts. The little boy definitely posed no threat to the upperclassman, but he could potentially pose as an annoyance later on down the road, should the kid become too comfortable with his presence. Hm. If that happened, he could just eat him later, right?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Theodore Stevenson on Nov 8, 2010 14:32:34 GMT -4
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Theo was always a little nervous when talking to new people. Mainly because you never really knew how they would respond. The young boy had never really been brave, and when meeting someone for the first time he couldn’t help but think about the worst things that could happen. He tried his best to ignore those thoughts but could never just dismiss them. Of course he also looked at a person’s appearance, there were a few things you could tell about a person from what they looked like. Of course some people could act entirely different from what you would expect from looking at them but a person’s appearance often played a part in how Theo acted when first talking to them.
Theo didn’t manage to get a very good look at the boy at the doors. At least, not until he turned around, and by that time it was too late. He hoped he would appear friendly when he did see him. When the older boy did turn to face him Theo got a completely different impression. The person facing him was taller and held himself in such a way that he appeared closed off, almost hostile, at least in Theo’s eyes.
The young shifter subconsciously shrank back when faced with the older boy’s stare. He barely noticed what he was doing but he huddled in a little and took just the slightest step back. He was clasping his hands together, he hadn’t had anyone to hold his hand for years but just holding his own helped him feel a little better. The older student just stood there for a moment, looking him over. Theo started to wish he hadn’t tried to talk and had just left him alone.
The animal thoughts inside of him that he couldn’t quite ignore were screaming at him to just shift and run. He may be smaller and weaker in his animal form but he saw faster and more agile. Theo knew he couldn’t try it even if it had been a good idea. He didn’t know what the older boy could shift into and if it was something that could easily catch him then all he would have done was looked stupid and probably annoyed this unfriendly looking person.
Eventually the bigger boy seemed to relax, though it did little to help Theo’s confidence. He replied with a single word. Theo couldn’t really tell much from his voice but he didn’t seem angry or disdainful. A moment later the boy spoke again. Theo was pleased to see that he was continuing the conversation. It at least showed that he wasn’t being annoying, or at least not too annoying.
Theo managed a little smile. ”I’m Cub,” He felt ha maybe should have tolk Lokai his real name, but he had gotten so used to being called by his nickname that intrododucing himself as Theo would feel odd. ”Well… It’s not my real name… obviously, but I like it better.” Theo’s east London accent came across in a strange way when he was nervous, sounding almost posh. He was sure his voice showed how nervous he was. It was silly really, what had Lokai done to make him so nervous. Ok, so he was bigger and did look quite intimidating when he had turned around but he was talking to him just fine. Maybe he was nervous. People do different things when they’re nervous, Theo withdrew into himself and tried to be as small, unthreatening and unnoticeable as possible, maybe this guy put on a more intimidating front? Theo forced himself to stand normally, though he still held his hands together.
”Lokai is a bit of an unusual name… not that I think it’s bad, just… not a name I’ve heard before. There was that God called Loki but… yeah. Theo wasn’t sure how he let sentences get away from him like they often did when he was nervous. Once he could work up the courage to start talking the words just came spilling out quite uncontrollably, then he had to try and clarify or fix what he’d said and often it sounded worse. Maybe things weren’t so bad to start with and he made them worse, or maybe they weren’t bad at all and he just thought they were. Either way Theo hoped Lokai wouldn’t mind.
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