First Things --Corporealist Students

[Chris Tamer]

It was about time the young teacher had started class. Wearing a simple outfit consisting of the colors he had in his schedule, the teacher opened the Corporealist classroom door. He walekd to the board and began to write a series of instructions:

• Take a clean sheet of short bond paper and a pencil.
  
• Right your name, age, and alice at the top right.
  
• Place your hand over the paper and concentrate on making and Alice Mark - a symbol of your alice by using it.
  
• Give it to the teacher.
  
• Sit down and wait for other students.
  
  
• NOTE: If the alice is too dangerous, explain to the teacher why.
  

Then he sat down and rested for a moment, his head aching.

[Crimson]

Crimson opened the door, the white-haired student entering the classroom. He had been expecting a classroom full of students, all of which would be staring at his disfigurations but no, to his surprise, it was empty save the teacher. Crimson stood there, his hand still on the sliding door as he scanned the classroom with his eyes, before stopping at the teacher. Eyeing the young but older male, he gave a bow. It seems that there was a new teacher. As he looked back up, he noticed the writings on the board. Stepping forward, he left the door open and read the instructions, before proceeding to follow them.

As stated above, he had some disfigurations. There were many things that would cause Crimson to stand out in crowds. One would be his unusual white hair, which was the result of over-exposure to checicals. The other, which in this case is exluded, would be his red-tinted sunglasses that he would always wear to avoid any trouble as when people stared at him and if he stared back, bad thoughts would come up. And lastly, his right arm. No, it was not monstrous. No, it was not ghostly. It was mechanic. His right arm had been removed and replaced with a crimson right arm, thus the name he came to grow up with, 'Crimson'. This mechanical right arm's capabilites were only enhanced by his Alice and it also had the ability to create fire under Crimson's will.

His Alice was, according to AAO scientists, called 25C. He had 25 pairs of chromosomes, a normal human being having only 23 pairs. The 24th pair gave him super human strength, speed and intelligence. It also gave him enhanced regeneration. The 25th pair gave him the ability to be fire-proof.

Crimson sat down on a nearby table, a paper and pencil in hand. Writing what was asked of him, he placed his right hand over the paper subconciously. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate and figure out a way to put his Alice Mark, if he had any. Suddenly, there was a soft growl and he opened his eyes, only to see his right hand engulfed in fire. He pulled it away before the fire could touch the paper and the fire disappeared. Seeing that the paper had not caught fire, he gave out a sigh of relief, before looking up at the teacher and giving a soft chuckle.

"Sorry..."

[Jung, Hi-joon(Rain)]

Rain was really happy that there was a Corpo class. It was so late that it was like the last combined class had started. She walked and walked trying to get inside the class. She was finding her classroom. She didn't know what to wear. A uniform, or civillian clothes. So she decided to pack up a uniform. Now, she's wearing her thin black shirt and her ragged loose pants. With her black shoes. She never forgot to wear her bocap. Bonnet and cap, mixed together. She saw the classroom and went in. Rain was expecting that it would be a noisy and happy class but she saw there was a student, and a teacher.

She greeted the teacher and sat down at the back of the guy. She got her paper and violet pen and started writing. She looked at the board what to do and she saw some instruction. SOME instruction. Rain sighed and started doing what's in there. She started reading the list. "Nah...na lala .... something alice... nah lah neh nah lahhh...." she said. It was like she is reading some weird language but she is just timid to read what's there so she joked everything but Rain tried to understand everything. She was really confused about these things.

Take a clean sheet of short bond paper and a pencil. Right your name, age, and alice at the top right. Place your hand over the paper and concentrate on making and Alice Mark - a symbol of your alice by using it. Give it to the teacher. Sit down and wait for other students.

"Jung, Hi-joon..... 13 years old..... Energy Suction. Huh? Alice ...wha-?" she stopped. She thought of what alice mark she have. She just closed her eyes and let her hands work. Suddenly, Rain's hand were moving and after 10 seconds, she looked at the drawing and saw a girl in a big circle seal, kissing a man-like air. She just smiled and looked at the next instruction. She gave it to the teacher and sat down on her chair again. Her alice was dangerous but she didn't like to explain why... She just looked at the guy and he seemed had a problem.

[Xena]

It was the first time that the Academy uniform hadn't looked tacky on the fourteen-year-old Xena Zatkin, since she had changed her hair from blond(e) to crimson that reached to her shoulder. She had a quick breakfast of biscuits and a tall glass of milk and brought the things needed for school in a backpack - paper of different types (specialty, assorted, colored, bond), a box of pencils (sharpened), tissue box, stapler with staples, and lastly, a ballpen with two different colors. Yep, she had came in the Corporealist classroom fairly prepared.

The board immediately caught her attention once she had entered the room and closed the door behind her. A list of things to do for students, it seemed. Next was the teacher, who was humming in a low tune - groaning, maybe? - and the Zatkin only waved; the presence of her was not needed to be announced for the teacher was looking busy. Not like in her first day of class, the next day of class, and all the classes she did attend when she was feeling genki.

Xena sat down and looked at the other students present. Both of them she saw before - the girl who fainted, and the boy she had seen in the North Woods. She glanced at the board again and brought out a short bond paper, the box of pencils and took one from it before returning it to her backpack. Then she wrote the specific information needed at the top right of the paper. The third instruction, she was shocked at its complication. Her hand was automatically placed near her ear and she concentrated.

She took a strand of black hair, and used her Alice to change its color; red, a strand, brown, a strand, blond(e), a strand, crimson, a strand, silver, a strand. After transforming her hair to different colors, what was in her hand was an assorted group of hair strands. Smiling, she took a tissue box from her pack and wrapped her 'Alice Mark' in a piece of tissue. She attached it to the bond paper, the hair locked in through a single staple (from her bag) that attached itself to the paper. She gave it to the teacher and with it, a polite bow.

Then she retreated back to her seat beside the boy with a crimson arm.

[Gray]

She woke up late that morning and on the first day of her class, she was late.

Gray sat down quietly alone on one of the corners near the window, hoping not to get noticed. She read the instructions on the board while looking for a clean, unfolded sheet of paper. But of course she was never that neat and got a sheet folded in half and slightly crumpled. Before starting, she looked around surprised, she thought since she came in late, there would be a lot of students, but there's only enough to count in a hand.

She then started writing with her silver pen:

"Charcole 'Gray' Cabigao, 13 yrs. old, Metal Touch"

"Now what.....a ... mark for my alice....." She thought while fiddling with her pencil case, slightly amazed at the fact that she actually remembered to bring one that day. She then started playing with her fingers on the piece of paper as if it were a piano. This, didn't do much help to her thinking. Then it hit her, her alice is Metal Touch. "Duh" She thought aloud, but no one seemed to care. She slowly took her left glove off and carefully tapped th middle of the paper. The metal spread quick and formed a figure similar to an asterisk and roots combined. She slipped back her glove, took her paper and walked to the teacher's table. She carefully placed it on top, trying not to disturb the teacher or the others. She then walked with her same fashion back to her chair on the back. She placed both arms on the table, rest her head on them and watched the clouds pass by with an image of a paper plane on her head. She fell asleep soon after.