The only security is insecurity

[Aveilthé Ri]

Intelligence is always an esteemed trait, yet when a person of true genius emerges in society, they are almost always misunderstood, feared, even exiled. For true geniuses, it is nearly impossible to function "normally" in society - society might even force that genius ability into hiding, stunt the person's mental growth. It is for this reason that Fuerst International Academy For Geniuses was formed: to provide a safe haven for those too gifted to be understood or accepted by society, to nurture that genius. Specifically, the academy seeks out people with certain gifts, taking students from all over the world. Not supernatural powers, such as controlling fire or breathing underwater, for such things do not exist (without the proper technology); still, these gifts can appear rather mystical to those unused to dealing with such capable human beings. Some students are so proficient at reading body language that it can seem as though they read the minds of others or foresee their actions through psychic means - others have learned to move so sneakily that they are almost invisible. Every student at Fuerst has some extraordinary talent, whether it's mental or physical, and all of them are very intelligent in addition. The eventual goal of the school is to transform every student into someone with the ability to change the world. The training at the academy is very vigorous, with heavy concentration on improving both physically and mentally.

The school churns out people who will cure diseases, work towards world peace, make vital advancements in science, and overall improve society in general... but not all of those that emerge are righteous, and the school does not try to change that fact. For every student that can cure a disease, there is another that can (and gladly would) create a new one. Incredibly capable serial killers and assassins have also been trained at the school; the administration does not discriminate against a person, whether they are good, evil, or somewhere in between. It is all in order to retain the balance of the world. And, so long as every gifted person has another to struggle against, their wits will stay sharp and they will always be at a level of maximum efficiency - at least, that is the school's philosophy.

With that idea that competition encourages growth, the school doesn't try to close the moral gaps between the groups of students, but promote it with various contests, challenges, etc. But even without the administration pushing them to compete, it would happen naturally. Throw a group of extremely gifted people and there is bound to be conflict, especially when their goals and ethics differ so greatly. That being said, the competition isn't always "healthy" or even remotely safe. Numerous students have died from the power struggles within the school... the academy recognizes it and regrets it, but doesn't try to stop it, either. After all, if a student can't survive amongst his or her peers, they would never make it in the real world.

Are you in?

Character sheet-

Call me: |Name|
Age me: |Age|
Sex me: |Gender|
Gift: |What gift of ability got you into this academy?|
Strength: |One to Ten. Ten being the strongest.|
Alignment: |Good. Neutral. Evil.|
Brief Personality: |About yourself|


Btw, a character sheet isn't mandatory. If you don't want to make one then you don't have to. =D

[WisteriaSky]

Izel poured over the schematics of the new security plan for her father's bank. She had been aiding her father with the security of the buildings since she was ten years old and could understand the thought process of a criminal. Predictable people were always her favorite. As she covered every element of the plan she thought of ways a thief could bypass the security. She would find the imperfections and the proper corrections would be made. Her father never finalized plans without first consulting her. The banks had never once been robbed. Most of the success of the company had been due to the high level of security it guaranteed the customers.

She was her father's pride and joy which is how she found herself at the Academy. Not even the best private schools in her town were able to keep her interest. She had proposed two years previously that she could graduate early at the age of thirteen and begin college immediately. Her father didn't feel she was "emotionally" capable of such as move. He did research and found the Fuerst International Academy for Geniuses. It was agreed that she would give it a trial run. The courses were detailed to excel her ability to solve problems. Her intellect was stimulated by this new school and it became a comfortable solution.

She sat alone in a corner booth of the dining hall. It looked more like an upscale restaurant instead of a dining hall for adolescence but that was due to the cost of the school. There were some here on scholarships but most of the children came from families or were funded by companies. As she peered out among the other students she found many in deep debate or simply giggling. What was the point of human interaction? Everything that was said was a course of manipulation whether it was conscience or not. People said things to ignite certain emotions in those who were listening. And although people did it to others they willing allowed others to do the same to them. The logic didn't add up to her and it was frustrating.

She collected the documents into a folder and exited the booth. As she passed those sitting at various tables she could hear tiny bits of conversation. Although she was completely removed from the general public the annoyances still persisted in here. There were formal dances and talk of who was dating who but that didn't seem relevant information while there was so much to discover.

Izel wasn't a plain girl but she didn't try to stand out in anyway either. Her dark auburn hair was always pulled back into a low braid that stretched to the middle of her back. Her closet was full of nothing but crisply ironed short sleeved white button up shirts, and black dress pants. She wore a black leather belt and black, one strap, high hell mary janes. Most of the time she could be found alone studying the other students through steel grey eyes.

She was headed toward the mail room to send her final observations and suggestions to her father. She knew that once he received it all that she had recommended would be implemented. He never questioned her judgment. Her heels clicked along the north hallway which seemed to be completely deserted this morning.

[darkdragoon2236]

"Man screw class"!

"Yeah Kaylo, why the hell do we even need to go anyways? It's a complete waste of our time".

The boys were pissed today apparently...

"Tsk...tsk...tsk..."

He sat between the two of them, lounging on one of the outside bleachers, the three of them sat there in laid back fashion.

"My boys, we come here not to learn what we already know, my boys we come here..."

He was standing atop one of the bleachers now, his hands darting behind his head as he turned his chin high in proud fashion, upon the eve of one of his infamous speeches...

"...Ehh...screw it, I don't know why we bother either..."

He said in common defeating fashion as he plopped back down on the bleacher between his chums, letting out a long, overextended sigh as he plucked the thin Camel Red cigarette from the bow on his ear and propped one end in between his lips, his eyes giving away that he was indeed lost in thought.

"So...what are we gonna do today then"?

"Well...okay f**k class then...can we head over to your pops pad Kass"?

"Nah after the old man caught us firing up in my room with you guys he said he'd dis-own my ass and find you two and kill you".

"Sounding a little over-dramatic are we? I thought you were the master of selling and buying, couldn't get the old man to give in huh? Well that sucks, how about your place Gauss"?

"Well yeah we could, that is if you like the smell of insecticide, the folks be fumigating the pad all week".

"I heard that stuff F**KS you up".

"Yeah it also kills you too".

Kaylo said underhandedly as he lit up the cigarette that had been resting in his mouth for a little too long, slowly he took in a long drag before he blew the toxic smoke into the overcasted sky above.

"Well then, true we could get messed up again and it'll happen trust me, but...I don't know, there's gotta be something..."

The rest of his sentence died off as the class bell tolled loudly for the rest of the students to hear, currently enjoying their between period break, only to have it crudely cut off, already he could see those drones tear away from their social minglings and marched away to their next class.

"Hey"!

A voice, a loud masculine voice had decided to jump in from below beside the bleachers they were sitting on. Kaylo lazily tilted a head over, his smoke still between his lips as he lazily gazed below to none other than Kirk Michaels, promising student, star athlete, the next f**king President for all he cared and wouldn't be surprised if he got that position either. Kirk was something like a prodigy with a knack for complex physics or some crap and had the longest throwing arm in the entire academy.
Kaylo only raised an eyebrow slightly as he spied the bright lettered lettermans jacket that Kirk proudly wore along with the handful of his other matching cronies that joined him below.
It was unfortunate for Kirk however that his relationship with Kaylo and his buddies for that matter wasn't the most beautiful thing ever seen, in fact, a deep seated hatred was already probably brewing inside the thick skull of Kirk right now, Kaylo could only give a lopsided smirk as he took another drag.

Kirk's tight lipped frown suggested frustration as Kaylo decided against acknowledging him even further, Kass and Gauss couldn't help but give out a few quiet chuckles as Kaylo passed out a pair of smokes to them.

"...Yes Kirk"?

Kaylo was growing tired of Kirk's presence already, speaking to him now though not even paying the prodigy his full attention, the trio atop the bleachers continued to drag away upon their cigarettes.

"Your lucky I don't come up these bleachers and beat your ass right here and now after that sh*t you pulled at Andy's party last night, I don't know why I don't just-"

"-And why exactly are you so mad at me today Kirk? That party was pretty crazy last night and my memory is a little fuzzy..."

"Hey Kaylo didn't you hook up with Felicia Maddey at that party? Thought you told me that one this morning..."

"Oh and hey isn't Felicia going out with Kirk Michaels? So why would she be with you at that party Kaylo"?

The three of them couldn't help but grin, the sarcasm running amuck atop those bleachers, below, Kirk's face only grew redder.

"My friends that very well might be correct, after all it was one crazy party, I can confidently say that all three of us were quite wasted at that party, speaking of which, Kirk. Where might Felicia be this fine day? I always usually see her clung to you as if you two were joined at the damn hip".

"You piece of sh-"

Kirk didn't even finish his sentence as he came around and tore up the bleachers after Kaylo, Kaylo only smiled his snakish smile as he waited for Kirk to join them.
Kirk came up to them and took a mighty swing at Kaylo's smug face, it was unfortunate however that Kirk's hook swung at thin air as Kaylo let his upper body fall gently to the bleacher that he was sitting on, already Gauss was leaning in, grabbing Kirk violently by a wrist and the neckline of his letterman, Kass was already leaning over to help Kaylo back up as Kirk struggled against Gauss's vice grip.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk..."

Kaylo taunted openly as he got to his feet, enjoying another long drag before he blew his smoke right into Kirk's red face.

"I know you want a piece of me Kirk, you don't have to tell me that one and i'd love to square off with you and kick that uptight ass of yours all across campus right now but you see..."

Kaylo leaned his face over to Kirk's, nearing closely now.

"I got better things to do than beat your ass over small talk, so why don't you just..."

Kaylo plucked his half spent smoke from his lips and gently applied the burning cherry of his cigarette generously into Kirk's bound right wrist and let the cherry burn for only a few seconds into skin before he removed the now doused smoke. Kirk clenched his teeth greatly as he shot a glance over to his friends down below who had unfortunately left for class already.

"Now look what you've done, you've gone and put out my cigarette...get the hell out of here Kirk".

As if on cue, Gauss gave Kirk a shove and sent him gently down a few levels of the bleachers, not shoving Kirk too hard as to send him sailing however, just enough to keep the jock away from the three of them without hurting the guy, that was the last thing the three of them needed, messing another student up on campus...

[darkdragoon2236]

Kirk breathed heavily against the newly found burn on his right hand, favoring it with his other hand as he hurredly got down from the bleachers.

"Your gonna pay for this, all of you".

Kirk ended his exit on a dark note as he hurried off back towards one of his classes.

"Oh Kirk".

Kaylo spoke loud enough to get Kirk's attention as he headed off, Kirk paused long enough to turn back to the bleachers, the three of them with their backs to him, instead Kirk's gaze was greeted by a trio of upraised hands, of the three of them, all of them had their middle most fingers extended upwards in praise of Kirk's little stunt, Kirk only huffed off after that...

"Tool..."

"You should of just let me beat his ass, screw that guy, guy's like him are asking for a nice beat down..."

"True...but then that'd get you kicked out of here, what would me and Kass do without a tank like you"?

"Kaylo's got a point there Gauss, gotta keep the brotherhood together ya know, plus you don't want Kirk Michaels to be the reason why your ass got kicked out of here do you"?

"Alright alright I get it, still wouldn't mind just giving that guy just one good pop to the side of his face though..."

"And one day you'll have that opportunity, once we happen to come across that tool outside of this Godforsaken place, then by all means Gauss, tee off on that twerp's head all you want, until then..."

Kaylo paused long enough to enjoy another drag from his cigarette...

"Looks like we're heading to my place, Kass if you would be so kind to get ahold of the weed and booze and get it on over to my place, Gauss if you would call up anyone and everyone willing to enjoy another night of partying again tonight that would also be appreciated, if we're doing this at my place tonight, we'll be doing this one the right way".

Kaylo felt like he was on a roll with this one.

"Aight Kaylo, we're on it".

Already Gauss and Kass were procuring their own cell phones, texting or striking up a quick chat while Kaylo finished off the rest of his cigarette and stood atop the bleachers, looking blankly at the boring, overcast sky.

"Alright it goes down tonight at eight, we leave campus at seven tonight, now if you two will excuse me, I got a personal invitation to send out".

"Aight Kaylo".

"Catch ya in a little Kaylo".

And just like that, Kaylo had left the two of them to their phone calls.

PRESENT

Those two...

He thought fondly of those two, Gauss and Kass. The chums he had grown up with through and through, though the three of them weren't exactly painted in the same light as others were, the three of them instead rejected such ideals and instead stuck together instead of branching out, leaving the three them without in the friends department, not like they really cared though...

Kass, the silver tongue, the golden voice. Slippery enough to sell a painting to a blind man. Renown for his absurd ability at the infamous smooth talk, able to coerce many a converstion to turn in his favor, whether in an argument or a purchase, Kass always wound up on top...save for his father...with that exception Kass was always the fast talker, and was always successful in both dope and beer runs at a low, low price. Kass was currently (attempting) his tutelage in business management at the Academy but instead found that drug dealing and panhandling proved far more entertaining for him.
Gauss, the big man, the tank, the bear. Standing at a whopping 6'8 and weighing in at a crude 260 lbs. Gauss's hulking appearance was nothing short of imposing, broad as a barn with the physique of a giant beneath his large clothes, combined with a square jaw and a thick glare, few have ever decided to stand up to Gauss's hulking size. Gauss always had a bad habit of being a bit too overprotective of the two of them, but he always meant well by it and it never bothered either Kaylo or Kass, to them, Gauss was just like the big...gigantic brother they never had. Gauss was going to learn to be a bodyguard for VIP's but found that street fighting for cash and bouncing at cheap bar's was also far more interesting.

That leaves none other than Kaylo S. Aldred.

The leader, the voice, the snake in the grass.

[darkdragoon2236]

Born into an incomplete family, with a mother dying giving birth to him, leaving him to be raised by his corperate strangled father to raise him. This led to many bus rides home from school to come home to a house with no one inside and a sticky note on the fridge saying that dinner was in the fridge.
With a lack of parenting, Kaylo struggled greatly through school, always acting out against what he didn't either believe in or didn't want to do had always ended with suspensions, his later years had led to numerous schoolyard fights, leading to expulsions.
All throughout his school years he was regarded as the one who had restricted his success with his attitude. When he was rarely seen actually participating in class curriculums, Kaylo was always regarded with a quick tongue and knew how to make decisions for himself. However he was also regarded for his infamous ability to slip out of the worst of predicaments and situations and was also regarded for his innate ability to pawn blame from himself onto another. His way with his words was only matched by his participation in P.E. Equipped with a keen sense of self awareness coupled with a natural balance and flexibility, Kaylo has gone undefeated in many a dodgeball match and was reputed for his natural ability to move so nimbly with a keen balance.

In his highschool years, his snake-like ways only enhanced as he gained his popularity through his bad boy attitude and his natural way with words had left his peers to regard him as a snake bred in a humans body, it was unfortunate that Kaylo fed on such words and continued his ways, soon leading to his heavy attraction upon the opposite sex, combined with his words, he quickly gained a reputation both for opposing school conduct and quick flings with a generous portion of the female school crowd, Kaylo has always been a subject matter whenever it came to booze, drugs, parties and sex and Kaylo didn't mind that all one bit.
Kaylo had gotten into his highschool's weight training class about two years and has since then been under a decent schedule consisting of upper and lower body workouts, turning his once more slender looking appearance into a lean, fit body with a decent amount of muscle seen throughout his lean body, nothing compared to a weight lifters physique, but if comparisons could be made his physique would most accurately be compared to that of a swimmers lean, toned physique.

Today was just another excuse to get another party starting. Having been forced into this academy by his father alongside his buddies, he thought the entire curriculum was just one more joke and was just getting by to atest for his father, he didn't need anymore griping from that guy even if he hardly saw him.

Though everyone here at the academy was instructed to reside in their designated dorms. It was where Kass stepped in when it came to night attendance charts and his smooth manipulation of a few words and phrases granted them the ability to leave the campus provided they didn't get caught by the academy's roving security guards that always patrolled the halls and yards, however that was where Kaylo stepped in and had always directed the three of them on a safe route out of the academy into the city beyond.
That's where tonight kicked in, the three of them always waited when it got dark, then they'd take off for wherever a party needed the three of them, though getting back to the academy from said party was never fun, on top of being intoxicated by whatever drug or drink, they would always be dead tired, though it had to occur sometimes, othertimes however Kass was able to get ahold of updated 'sick in bed' forms for the three of them, saving the time of packing up and heading back. With the form completed it would at least allow them the rest of the following day to recuperate and allow them to sneak back in that night.
Nonetheless they had been caught a couple of times, again never fun. And had been reprimanded accordingly, but without a care in the world the three of them had since steered well and away from reforming their partying habits.

That leaves just you...

He had since finished lighting up a decently rolled joint in one of the many bathrooms that littered the hallways, burning time in between the campus patrols that he had since memorized, enjoying himself aplenty as he took the last drag from his joint and blew it accordingly into the air duct above the back wall he was leaning against in one of the bathroom stalls, learning that if he let most of the smoke go into the ventilation system it would take away any odor that might have lingered in the bathroom he was currently occupying and by the time the smoke filtered into the vents it would just as quickly be dissipated by the thick wind currents that ran throughout the piping.

Already he was smiling as he exited the stall, flushing down the very spent joint he had recently smoked and was already running a round of eye drops through his eyes. Long blinks later and he was already washing his hands, cleaning up and spraying himself down with a small bottle of axe to kill any weed stink that might of clung to him.
He thought he looked decent enough today, wearing a pair of dark jeans that rode just a slight bit low on his waist line. Today he was wearing his favorite tee, however only a slight modification was made as he had since ripped the sleeves off of the shirt, turning it into a crude tank top, the shirt was a little however as it had showed a slight fade in it, nevertheless he loved the t-shirt as it fitted his lean torso well, stopping just at the waist line of his jeans, he wore a pair of beat the hell up, brandless black tennishoes, a beat up three row studded belt is easily visible along with it's centerpiece, a crudely shaped cross belt buckle. A double chain spanned from his wallet's ring to one of his front jean loop holes.

He has only one tattoo, covering his entire left arm and more than half his torso, it showed well against his sleeveless tee, a slight hint of it seen just past the neckline of his tee also and it was the only thing he ever said he loved around his chums.

Kaylo finished washing his hands, hiding his small bottles of eyedrops and axe away in his back pockets, he left the bathroom in a beat, thumbs looped through the loopholes in his jeans, he casually walked a stretch of hallway, confident that he had given the guards the slip once again.
It was about when he was in the middle of procuring a cigarette at a crossway between halls as he wanted to fire one off in another bathroom before the next period ended was when Izel's lone form came around a corner from the north hall.

Score

He had thought he had seen her earlier in the lunch hall and had wanted to get over to her and invite her to his party, but it was about when Kirk's own little rag tag crew came skulking around looking for him, hence his unfortunate departure, fortunately he had killed two birds with one stone however, both ditching the group of Kirk's cronies in the very bathroom he was in earlier and had remembered the joint he still he had in his back pocket.
When he left the bathroom he was half hoping to catch her heading back to a class or to her dorm, apparently lady luck was on his side today.

Luckily she hadn't seen him in the small offshoot he was in, delighted by his luck he let her pass by him for just a beat before he started in.

"Izel..."

Already he was smiling, barely saying her name loud enough to catch her attention.

"Izel-Izel-Izel-Izel".

He repeated her name in a low, cryptic fashion, all in good fashion as it was his way at breaking the ice most of the time, a little playful berating never hurt even if it did bug her, but all the same time he enjoyed doing things such as these, even to a girl who was renown for being a little wound up.

It was the last Izel that he had fired off that had got her attention, not surprised if he would be on the receiving end of a dirty look or a coy curse in his direction, he instead smiled as he leaned against a wall locker, his arms loosely folded over his chest.

He had known Izel for a good while now, having a few classes with her, not conversing with her too much as most of the time in those said classes he was recuperating from a binge the night before. He liked to bug her from time to time as it was his nature, a pry here and there coupled with some small talk led him to a fair attraction about her, and although he hadn't said anything in regards to what he might be feeling for her, it was always his eyes that betrayed him no matter what he did, already his snake green eyes snuck in a glance up and down her feminine form before she had completed her turn to face him. And although he was no stranger to initial rejections from girls like her, he truely loved a girl who had a wall about her. Hence his presence before her now, it couldn't hurt.

"Hey there Izel, wanna go to a party tonight"?