Kadence looked around the room she had just entered. It appered to be a waiting room of some sort.
She fingered the ID she'd been given before cliping it on the bottom of her shirt. Kade took a seat in an empty chair. There where a few other people in the room. She assumed that they where here for the same reason she was.
When her name was called she followed the instructions, she wass given, but after that she kinda zoned every thing else out. She headed towards the common room, at least thats what she thought the person had called it..
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Isabel Gaits sat in a chair in one corner of the commonroom. She fingered her battered duffle bag with all her things in it nervously. What on earth had possessed her to come here she didn't know. Perhaps she was simply tired of being treated like a prisoner. But this building with all the FBI agents walking around ushering people to and fro, well, it looked like a prison to Izzy.
She had spoken briefly with Agent Cameri, and while the man seemed friendly enough, Izzy could tell that this wasn't his cup of tea. She could certainly understand that. She wasn't used to situations like this. All her life from family, friends, even strangers on the street she heard things about how mutants were freaks and weren't supposed to use their powers. And now, here she was, in a room with nothing but mutant humans and they were all going to hone their skills and powers. It was quite the turn-around.
Izzy glanced down at the ID badge she had been given. Further evidence that she was different. Telekenesis and Telepathy. A teenage boy walked by her chair and Izzy slid her card out of sight. She didn't know why she felt so self-conscious. These people here were just like her. They wouldn't think it strange that she had powers. Izzy brought the card out again and clipped it to her belt, not wanting to hide the card but also not wanting to clip it to her shirt like a billboard sign saying, "I'm a mutant!"
Izzy took a deep breath and blew her bangs out of her face with a puff of air. She realized her mouth was quite dry and wondered what was over at the refreshment table. She got up quietly and walked over to the refreshment table, feeling as though everyone was looking at her. But when she got to the table she glanced back at the crowd and saw no one had even noticed her movement. Get a grip, Izzy. She scolded herself. Everyone else is just as nervous as you are. She filled a plastic cup with punch and then took a swig, enjoying the coolness of the liquid as it went down her throat. As Izzy drank the rest of her punch, she wondered when this group tour was supposed to take place.
A middle aged woman, walked into the room. She had a softer look to her than most of the agents who were walking around. Her job at the FBI was mainly behind the scenes, investigating tips and doing follow-up paperwork on cases. She looked around the room quietly. It was not at all like what they expected from the new recruits. Unique individuals finally allowed to be free with who they are and be in a room full of others like themselves, the FBI figured there would be a lot of commotion as they all got to know each other. But instead they all seemed uncomfortable. Well, they were all strangers to one another afterall.
"Can I have everyone's attention," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear, which didn't have to be very loud since the room was so quiet. "There are still a few recruits that haven't made it in yet. But for those of you who are here, I'll go ahead and take you on a quick tour of the grounds. At the end, I'll show you to your assigned rooms where you can get settled in. Dinner will be served starting at six tonight. Training will start first thing in the morning, perhaps you will all be able to get to know each other better then if not before. Now, if you will all follow me, we'll start the tour."
She waited for the recruits to gather in a group and she started to lead them around the grounds explaining everything on the way.
((Roleplay where you want. On the tour, settling in your rooms or at dinner. I'll likely start the training class going later this weekend or early next week.))
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Sammy sat in the corner of the small room. It had been crowded when she got here this morning, but now she was all alone. The last person had been called in 10 minutes earlier. Finally, the secretary callher name and gave her instructions. She walked into the small office.
She was a little nervous, but even more excited.
"Heins, Sammantha. 18 years old. You must be agent Cameri. Pleasure to meet you, sir."
Her bubbly attitude was impossible to surpress with such excitement. She only hoped he wouldn't think her disrespectful.
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Kyler shook Agent Cameri's hand and left his office. HE traveled down to the commons area and saw more new recruits than he had expected to see. He didn't realize how many people there were that were just like him. There were refreshments on the other side of the room. there was someone else standing over there. Kyler walked to the table and reached for a doughnut, but when he went to pick it up, his hand slid right through it. He tried agian but he couldn't get his hand back to normal. Kyler hated it when he these things would happen uncontrolably. He used his other hand and took a bite of the doughnut. Then the woman made the announcement of the tour and Kyler gathered with the rest of the group.
Jason walked through the doors of the commons area. He was still wearing the orange jumpsuit from the prison he was staying at before he made the deal to join the FBI. There was a police officer on each side of Jason,escorting him to be under the watch of the FBI agents. The guards unlocked the handcuffs on his hands and on his ankles. The guards nodded to one of the agents in the room and left Jason with the rest of the new recruits, but not before giving him a warning " If you cause even the slightest trouble, the deal is off and you'll be finding your self roting in prison." Jason scauffed, "Yea, I"ll miss ya too." Jason took a look aound the room, it was pretty much what he had expected, only a little smaller. He found a chair and took a seat. Every seemed to be nervous and acting all awkward. The girl sitting next to him, glanced over at him. "What aare you looking at?" HE said threateningly. when the tour was announced, JAson stood up, sighed loudly and gathered with the group.
Agent Cameri actually smiled a little as Sammy introduced herself. He wondered if he had ever been that young, certainly he had never been that cheerful. But it was kinda refreshing after all of the nervous faces he had looked at so far today.
"Welcome to Zaldet academy Samantha," he greeted. "I am indeed agent Cameri, I'll serve as your commanding agent and am here to answer any questions you have. But first ..." Cameri then went into the speech that he had given countless times today about the rules and so forth.
"Do you have any questions for me at the moment Samantha?" he asked as he finished.
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Hope almost got up the nerve to walk up to someone and start a conversation when the woman came in and announced that she was going to lead them on a tour. She was relieved that finally this whole uncomfortable gathering was ending. As she was gathering with the group, she noticed a guy who was wearing what looked like a prison jumpsuit. She wondered what that was all about. Maybe it was some kind of test for them. One agent in particular seemed to be keeping a close eye on the guy.
She shrugged and tried to pay attention to the woman who was talking. Even if the guy was some kind of test for them, she didn't know what she would be expected to do. So for now she tried to pretend he wasn't there and keep her attention on the speaker, though she would occasionally catch herself glancing over at him briefly.
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Izzy threw away her plastic cup full of punch and, slinging her bag over her right shoulder, moved to join the crowd now forming somewhat of a line behind the woman who had made the tour announcement. She hesitated as a guy in a prison uniform came up beside her. She wondered if it was real. Izzy noticed a serious-looking FBI agent had also joined the group, standing with his hands folded behind his back and watching the guy in the prison uniform intently. A guard? Izzy guessed. Then the suit was real. But why on earth would they let him join this academy if he was a criminal? Weren't they here to be trained to catch criminal mutants? It didn't make much sense to Izzy, but she figured the FBI must know what they were doing. Then again, this had never been done before, so maybe they didn't.
Izzy followed the crowd, keeping a tight grip on her bag, especially as the convict was following close behind or beside her. Her mind wasn't really on the tour, it was more on the other mutants around her. They all looked so normal. She couldn't tell what their powers were from just looking at them. The mood in the air wasn't quite as tense now that the tour had started. That was one thing Izzy had always had trouble controlling. It wasn't hard to refrain from moving objects with her mind, though at times she found an object would move towards her suddenly if she was interested in it or if she wanted to see it better or some such thing. And looking into someone's thoughts, she had learned, required way too much concentration. So she didn't have to worry about that. But her ability to assess a person's mood came as easily to her as being able to discern what color hair someone had or how tall they were. It was just something her mind took in. Sometimes she would simply know how they were feeling and at others she would actually feel their emotions. It was quite confusing for her at times, especially in large crowds, and she hoped that her training would include learning how to control this particular ability better.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the group suddenly stopped along the tour for their guide to show them something and Izzy lightly bumped into the person in front of her. "Sorry." Izzy said immediately, her cheeks flushing slightly, determined now to listen to the tourguide so that she wouldn't bump into anyone again.
Caitlyn wandered along with the tour, mostly tuning out what the lady was saying. she was fiddling with her puzzle ring and wondering when they were going to get to do something when someone bumped into her. "sorry" the other girl said, appearing to look up out of a similar bored reverie. "that's all right" she said, attempting to snap out of her boredom herself. Pay attention Cait. youmight actually need to know this.
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