Look at Me, Look at Me

[Monet Taka]

Oh good GOD almighty.

Irritation slid up the spine of the daughter of the false king as she raised her hand to her temple and rubbed her brow. The youth before her's voice was driving her up the wall. Wiggins. Despite not being able to admit it to anyone Monet had been a big Disney fan as a child. She'd also brushed up on her history before coming to the school. Wiggins was a character from Pocahontas. Crossing her brown arms across her slender stomach, she frowned, staring at the kid.

"Can you trouble us?" She purred, "If you're troubling us, shouldn't you get on with it then?" She huffed, rolling her brown orbs towards the youth. "Monet," she spat, "And you've got a point, carrot top, but the gypsy princess and I have been here for a while-ish now so we can show you around. As long as you're okay with that, mon ami." She hissed the last part between a sly grin.

[Jay Trouillefou]

"Gypsy princess? That's a new one." Jay said, looking at Monet over her shoulder. But she did suppose it was true. One of her “fathers”, apparently, was the gypsy king of Paris. It only made sense. Grinning, Jay turned the rest of her body towards the others, brown eyes landing on Wiggins.

“Name’s Jay. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jay said, with an overly dramatic bow. Straightening herself up again, she strolled towards Monet, leaning on the stone edge of the flower garden that the other girl was sitting on.

“I don’t think it’d trouble them at all, Monet.” Jay purred, looking to their small group. “Why don’t we show them around? I’ll show them secret passageways, and you can show them everything else, hm?” she asked.

[Wiggins Jr.]

Wiggins was quite shocked at the immediate reception. Certainly, Kuziko and Jay seemed decent, but from Monet and Vanhi's responses, he was quite troubled. Did I not use the right manners? I suppose things are quite different in an academy. For certainly I had already introduced myself.

He decided to bow in return to Jay, before standing at attention. Whereas he never played sports, he certainly knew discipline. After all, the thing he was most terrified of was being in trouble. He faced forward as he stood square. He did a quick salute to Vanhi who had demanded his name in return. "Wiggins, Jr, Miss. Last name Smith. Child of Timothy and Leota Smith. Student of the botanical arts. Desiring further educational without the presence of my bullying older brothers at this fine establishment."

He rested at ease, before smiling. He wasn't one to stay serious for long. He bowed politely again. "My apologies for not being completely clear prior. I do hope we may all get along with as little hostility as possible. I would be so appreciative to finally have friends." He stood back up and chirped. "It's a pleasure, truly." He turned to Monet and Jay. "And a tour about campus would be most delightful. I can hardly wait to attend classes."

[Chester LaBouff]

His own questions forgotten, Chester decided it didn't matter very much in the end if they had been shown around by a teacher or not. He guessed it was more of an adventure if they discovered things on their own anyway. He wanted to comment on that matter, but Jay had decided to start speaking shortly after he'd asked his question and he'd fallen unusually quiet. Well... unusually quiet for him, anyway. Anyone who knew him surely would have commented on that fact. Ultimately, though, no one did. It was something else entirely that had stolen the spotlight and caused his attention to shift. What that someone was making things a bit difficult for Chester. ...The only real reason that was the case, though, was because Chester found Wiggins' manner of speech absolutely hilarious and he had to try very hard not to burst out laughing.

"Dude. What's with Captain Fancy Pants of the Uptight Brigade here?" Chester asked. He thought what he'd said was rather funny, but didn't wait to see if anyone agreed with his sentiment. Though it seemed obvious to him that Monet didn't seem to like the fancy speaking kid that much. "You. I don't care what your name is, but loosen up. That overly polite... thingie is going to get real annoying real fast." Chester said. He neglected to introduce himself. The redhead didn't particularly feel like introducing himself to someone so uptight.

He finally did catch what Jay had said. It sounded like she was going to show them around, and Chester was all for that. "Hey, if you can show us all the cool places around this school that'd be great. I wanna see everything awesome about this place." he said.

[Vanhi Thu'baan]

Vanhi blinked. Damn. I'm a princess and I don't go around talking like that! she thought contemptuously. Condescending little prick. I ought to beat the snot out of him. Once Chester finished speaking, Vanhi took a step forward. "Chester's right." she sneered. "Unless you want to end up a misshapen stain on some poor kid's locker, lose the fancy talk. You may come off as condescending and not everyone's as friendly as we are. Oh, and one more thing..." Vanhi withdrew a small knife from her pocket. "One in a while, I'm going to do 'questionable things' in order to make this so-called 'establishment' a bit more interesting." Vanhi said while twirling the knife between her fingers. "Snitches get stitches. Get my drift?" It almost always the scrawny scapegoats that resorted to 'snitching' and Vanhi wanted to make sure Wiggins Jr. wouldn't even consider doing something so low.

Jay's suggestion admittedly intrigued Vanhi. If she was going to cause mayhem, she needed to know her 'territory'. "Sure!" Vanhi nodded. She pocketed her weapon. "Lead the way."

(OOC: Gah, short. )

[Monet Taka]

"He's speaking in tongues," Monet said, nudging Vanhi with her elbow, "Get the holy water." Oh yes, this kid would be far too easy to pick on and what Monet did love was being a bully. She laughed a light giggle at Chester's words, placing a hand in front of her mouth. "Captain fancypants, heh, good one kid," she said slapping Chester's back with an open faced palm, "Nice." She turned her scarred eye towards the youth and sneered.

"Vanhi's right, check that talk at the door. It's lame," she huffed, "Now, let's get going. We don't have all day to explore before Disney himself shows up." Truth be told Monet hadn't met the headmaster yet. She hadn't been one of the few privileged enough to have him come to her door. She smiled at Vanhi and pointed to her pocket.

"Like the gear," she cooed, "You and I are gonna get on just fine." A toothy grin followed the statement.

[Jay Trouillefou]

Jay had turned around to watch the rest of them speak with Wiggins about his language, saying to drop it right then and there. She felt a bit sorry for the boy, being ganged up on and all that, but her mind was shifting to the secret passageways and places that she had discovered around the school. And the Vanhi girl had a small knife. Splendid. Jay wasn’t going to be the one to brandish her dagger. The weapon, unusually enough, had also been with her since she was small, and it was strange how her adoptive parents had seemed to overlook it.

Keeping quiet about her own weapon, Jay waited until they were done, and both Vanhi and Chester seemed ready to go. “Let’s leave the poor boy alone now, yes?” Jay said. “I wouldn’t want to have to dole out punishments here…that wouldn’t be too fun.” she said, with a small frown.

Without waiting for an answer, the girl’s frown quickly disappeared, and she began gently waltzing to the front doors, opening one of them while standing on one foot, with the other up in the air. “I’ll show thee the way.” Jay said, with a toothy grin. She then resumed humming, and continued off on her way down the hall, leaving the others to follow her.

[Wiggins Jr.]

Wiggins Jr was caught in surprise again. It was how he had always talked. Well, his brothers used slightly more layman's terminology, but his parents were always quite formal, even being as sporty as they were. He just wasn't familiar with the idea that his entertained lingual mannerisms were too strange compared to others'. Was it really going to be too much trouble? He'd most certainly prefer not to cause such difficulties.

However, he smiled again as he saw the knife brandished by Vanhi. Raised in a rather innocent bubble, he didn't understand the threat. Instead, he reached into his own bag and pulled out two pairs of hedge clippers. "I say, that blade is sharp. Would you know where I could get such high-grade polish. I hate when my blades become rusty during the summer humidity."

[Peter Cottontail]

Peter cheered as he found himself on school grounds. This school could try its best, but there was no way they were going to control him like his old man did. He was free. No more vegetables, no more texts bigger than his head, this would be his new life. He loved his father, but he needed this chance at freedom.

"So this is Academy D, huh? I wonder how close my dad looked at this brochure. Well, he probably knows better about school things than I do." He turned, and both of his eyebrows rose. "How, look at all the old kids!" He laughed as he watched them from a distance.

[Morgan Davis]

Morgan Davis’s first glimpse of her new school came through the tinted lenses of her sunglasses, and she was certain that it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real – her eyes were just playing a trick on her, that was all. She blinked rapidly before pulling the sunglasses up to see it without any obstructions. Her eyes widened in amazement. Not only was it real, it was enormous. More like a storybook castle than any school she had ever seen or been to.

It was probably designed that way. Now that her initial surprise had faded, Morgan rolled her eyes. How quaint.

The car came to a halt at the curb, and Morgan had just enough time to collect her suitcases and shut the trunk before it sped off again, leaving her alone. Or so she thought – looking through the gate, she saw a small crowd of what she assumed were students and frowned. Much to her “mother’s” dismay, Morgan wasn’t one for socializing – the few instances had ended badly. Rather, she usually played the role of the observer, scrutinizing people for weaknesses that she could exploit later. However, there didn’t seem to be any way to go around them, so she was going to have to… mingle.

Just show them that you aren’t to be messed with, and it’ll be just like at home. Perhaps you’ll be able to get something out of one of them.

Encouraged by this thought, Morgan adjusted the bottom of her loose purple shirt, slipped her sunglasses back on, and strode deliberately towards the group, rolling suitcases in tow. She held her head high, trying to get the image of her biological parents in her mind and radiate confidence as they had.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” she inquired coolly.

[Eleca Stone]

Eleca just couldn't wipe the smile off her face, she watched the building approach as her car pulled up. She quickly paid the driver and grabbed out her bags, she turned back to the building. Her eyes wide trying to take everything in and her mouth still smiling, Eleca still couldn't get over the amazing place she was now, she was now in California. Her dark eyes drifted down and saw that a crowd of people had formed at the gate to the academy, her smile widened. "Yay people to talk to!" Eleca exclaimed happily and walked towards the group, there was already a nice variety of people that she could see.

But almost afraid to speak and letting her social awkwardness get the best of her she kept her mouth shut until someone was going to talk to her, she didn't want to come across as peppy and hyperactive already. So with her happy smile still bright she did walk towards the group a little further but was hoping there would be a way around them so she could investigate the grounds.

[Monet Taka]

The group had gotten large very quickly. Monet decided to dominate, to be queen of this little pride (har har har.) Female plastered a fake smile on her brown skinned face as she tilted her head to the side and gave a nod towards the new girls. "Nope," she said with a purr, "This little club has open membership. Come join in, we've got jackets." She was making herself nauseous being so damn friendly. It actually was making her sick. She'd better say something mean right quick or the girl felt she was going to melt. But she kept her mouth shut when it came to the bitchy comments. They would come in good time.

"Monet," she said, pointing to her chest, "We were about to show everyone around the grounds, would you like to join us?" BLECH, NICENESS.

[Chester LaBouff]

"Tch... fine. He can come along, but don't blame me if he gets beaten up at some point for being such a nerd." Chester said, deciding to wrap up the issue with Wiggins right then and there. He'd have preferred if the nerd boy didn't come along, but it wasn't his choice to make. He'd just have to deal with that fact. Chester did have to take one brief step forward because Monet had patted him on the back for his 'Captain Fancy Pants' remark, but it didn't bother him too much. He was actually pretty proud of himself for pulling out the comment like he had. The fact that it had amused someone else made it even better.

The next three arrivals hadn't gone unnoticed either. They weren't anything particularly impressive, but Chester could live with them. Besides, he didn't see any reason to poke fun at the newest arrivals like he had Wiggins. It was time to introduce himself to them. "Name's Chester. Like Monet said, we were about to go on a little adventure around the school. You can hang with us if you want." he said.

[Dante Roscoe Fenix]

Dante was driving closer to the Academy in his black primer colored 1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS 396. He wad nodding his head in beat with the metal music he was blasting, specially Lamb Of God. He was glad he was able to get his car transported with him to California, especially since Walt Disney was the one paying for it. Though it was a pain getting his car looked over at the airport. After he had got to California he spent a few days take in the sites a bit, as well as hit the skate parks.

Now he was approaching the Academy. The sheer size of the place was impressive. He sped through the open gates and towards the other students. His Camaro's engine making a lot of noise as he did (ooc: I can't describe the sound). He immediately hit the brakes and cut the wheel to the left, the cars tires screeching as they skidded across the ground before coming to a stop. Dante reached over and turned off his iPhone and the speaker attachment, leaving only the rumbling coming from his 1969 Chevrolet Camaro, which was soon silenced as he turning off the ignition.

The delinquent open the door and stepped out of his car. He was wearing black steel-toed boots, black baggy pants along with a black leather jacket, with a form fitting dark grey shirt underneath. What no one could see was the blade behind his back, hidden by his jacket. Dante closed the door to his car and walked over to the group. His stuff was in his car so he'd get it later. "Oh what fun this will," Dante thought with utter sarcasm.

(OOC: Post is so not up to snuff. -.-)

[Vanhi Thu'baan]

Monet's comment made Vanhi laugh. Wiggins Jr. would indeed be easy to bully and Vanhi intended to remorselessly ridicule this runt. It was nothing personal against Wiggins-he was probably a nice guy despite his 'haughty' demeanor. But Vanhi wanted to make it clear that she was the boss and she called the shots. Vanhi's victims weren't chosen by character (most of the time). Which was why Vanhi placed limits how much she harassed an individual person. Despite her toughness, she never wanted to make someone wish they were dead. It was just as simple as stolen lunch money or a punch to the gut. Wiggins Jr. just needed to tread lightly and respect his 'superiors'.

And from the looks of it, Vanhi may have a partner in crime.

"There's more where that came from." Vanhi mirrored Monet's toothy grin. "Definitely. You and I will get along just fine."

Suddenly, Wiggins Jr. pulled out two hedge-clippers. "HOLY SH-!" Jumping back, Vanhi seized her once-pocketed knife and pointed it at the scrawny kid. "You got some nerve, kid." Vanhi snarled, initially believing this runt of a person wanted to fight her. However, it soon became clear that Wiggins wasn't looking for conflict. Somewhat relieved her clothes would remain 'blood-free' for the time being, Vanhi pocketed her knife. "I stole it from an elderly woman just a couple of days before I started kindergarten." she explained. "You might find something similar at Wallie-Mart though. Or Bulls-Eye."

Two new additions later, Vanhi felt her stomach rumble. "Damn, I'm hungry." she said aloud. "Come on, let's go see if this dump has a vending machine or two."

However, Vanhi's quest for a Snickers Bar was tragically interrupted by the sound of an aged Chevrolet. She turned and found a rather...'interesting'-looking man walking their way. Yet another addition.