Super Hero High discussion

English class

Clark entered the room with his head bowed. It was his first class this school year and he didn't want to make anyone notice him. His parents had him transferred here from Smallville when his powers leveled-up and he was wearing his best blue shirt. Even though he was 6'3, he had perfected being part of the wall at times that talking was peculiar.

He was an hour early so there wasn't anyone in the room yet so he straightened and he let the shy facade he had on fade to be replaced with his easy-going attitude, walking at the back he picked a seat at the middle and he just closed his eyes and tuned all of his senses.

About four minutes had passed and he was so bored. Clark haven't been like this when he was in Smallville. He already missed Pete and Chloe, his two best friends and he had yet to talk to anyone. He let his hearing overwhelm his senses to check if nobody's around and when no one was 10 feet away from the room, he did something that would probably get him kicked out. He took the chair beside him and he twirled it with a finger. Even though the chair was made of metal and weighed over 2 pounds, he didn't stop as he spun it around and around.

Rachel: I take a seat in the far back of the room with my notebook and planner in my hands.

Clark looked at the newcomers with pensive face. Now that they were others, he can't have his fun anymore so he easily laid the chair back at the floor and just waited for the professor to come.

((Pauvre Clark. Isn't anyone going to but in and speak to him? Si non, I'll try.))

((Rachel doesn't like to socialize...so yeah))

((Well isn't that a bummer. At least make her presence known. She may not speak directly but Rachel has an amazing sense of dry humour and a ghostly facade. She has thoughts, feelings to press at the back of her mind and floating meditative mambo.
In many ways, Rachel is a very interesting character if you play her cards right. If she's only a purple haired girl with no self pride, what's the point of having her around?
It would probably help to watch a couple episodes of Smallville to get the just of what he's aiming to create.))

((Sorry ^-^' I was watching Teen Titans Go! last night and got a little carried away.
Nevertheless, once someone replies to one of my posts, I have a few plans that Clark might want to join in. Just waiting for Jean-Paul in the Library.))

Speeding down the runway of a hallway short on students, a Vulcan looking kid with white streaks came skidding to drop off a girl.

He stopped for the mere moment to look around, nodding to himself he zipped away again. Little did he know, Clark could easily see his trajectory. He hadn't even given a second glance to the school room's inhabitants, only happy to know there were some.

"You forgot your books," Jean-Paul said, returning with histories of the great war and civil movements spilling out of his arms. "Dese are heavy! Almost as much as you!" And just like something snapped inside him, he popped in front of Clark with intense blue eyes boring into his with confusion and maybe even violated feelings.
"Conor Kent, tu m'as dit that you were on a mission. what are you doing here?"

Jean-Paul said crinkling his brown in slow realization, "Stop. You're not my Connor Kent. Your jaw is like," he shook his hand near his face as if mimicking a fish breathing or a larger jaw. "Kisa, do you recognize this man?"

( wait why did he say my connor kent .../.

(('Cause he's a roomate to him. And Jean-Paul appreciates a sense of belonging. He's sick of running from friends so he might as well consider everyone his responsibility---wait, why am I explaining this?))

Kisa looked at the boy Jean was talking about, she starred at him for awhile then shook her head. "No, sorry."

((Sorry didn't see ur comments. But yah ur right lol))

Rachel: I toss my things under my desk to make sure they are somewhat concealed then get up and walk to the board. The professor still wasn't present giving me the perfect opportunity to look through his desk.

Clark finally looked at them with a smile, "I'm Clark Kent. I'm new here," he added. He let go his stoic stance so that he can be approachable, hard to act like that is you're towering over most people so he smiled ever wider to show them that he was friendly, "And you are?"

He watched as the purple-haired girl walked up to the front and from his side he can see all. Blinking in surprise he didn't say a word about it.

Kisa nugged Jean, and nodded in the direction of Clark.

Rachel: I wait til I feel Clark's glance falter to bend down and search through the bottom right cabinet. I find the file labeled "Roth, Rachel". Bingo. I look through the information part of the file. I have been doing this to my other teacher's as well. Making sure that my file didn't have to much information on me.

When not one of them shook his hand, he sighed. It's okay, Clark, he thought to himself. Maybe they were intimidated or something but he was used to it since he was considered a freak an geek back at Smallville, this was no different. He turned to his seat and just thought about how nice it would be if anyone would come right to him and just accept him.

Kisa saw how sad Clark look, and wanted to say something but ber shy side decided to come out when she didn't want it.

Rachel: After relieving myself of worry that the English professor held my secrets in his desk. I reappear next to Clark. "Rachel." I say holding out my hand.

Clark looked up from the table he was looking at and he stared at the hand in front of him with surprise before his eyes trailed up to a pale shoulder then her eyes which was looking at like he was...normal. He liked it alot and when he found himself smiling widely he shook the hand carefully, "Clark. It's nice to meet you," he said.

Rachel: I shake the hand them release. Did I hold on to long? I hope not. "New?" I question straight to the point.

((Argh, it's stopped updating and Clark is very in character. Congratulations. And so is Raven.))

(( ZANDER! Here's some info: my character super boy came to live with Clark when he was 10 now he is 16...

((@Thegotenza Thanks for the info but I'm putting a new twist on how they really met, right now Clark doesn't now your character))

Clark smiled and nodded. It was nice to talk to someone here in this strange and new school of his, "I am. HOw about you?" He asked as he shifted so that he was really facing her.

((, how's that

Rachel: I shrug "Uh, sort of." I don't really want to admit to this being my third time in high school. None of the times were that different. It drove me crazy, but this guy seemed nice. Like he actually maybe saw me as an equal, not "That freaky emo ish chick". it almost made me feel an emotion, but I stopped myself before anything like that could happen.

Kisa nugged Jean harder, "Jean, I think that's him." she whispered.

With his upstanding hearing he could hear everything around so when he turned to look at the corner of his eye to see who was been talking about him, he saw 2 girls about his age, nodding at them in greeting Clark turned to Rachel with a small smile, "That's cool with me."

"Well I wouldn't change it if it was." I shrug. This guy didn't seem to mind the gossips in the room. Tranfers usually took a while to figure out who those were. Before long he would realize I was a freak.

Clark just shrugged at how peculiar her answer was but he suddenly turned to straighten his head as a middle-aged professor entered the room. "I'll see you later, Rachel," turning his head slightly to the left before giving all of his attention to the professor who was calling himself, Mr. Kilter.

(( umm how does Clark not know Connor?

((Let's just make a new plot, shall we? It's too predictable if Clark knows COnnor))

( Well* slaps you * CLARK ALREADY KNOWS CONNOR BECAUSE HE USE TO LIVE WITH HIM

((Whops someone is slapped.. XD))

((sorry I had to))

((*If you ever slapped me again, I swear, I'll punch you in the face* I know that but what if, Connor didn't live with Clark...I'm trying to create some new RP here. I want to be original :]))

(( That makes no sense at all unless that Clark is a Clark from another world.....

((Maybe he is *smiling secretively* Thanks for the new idea))

(( your welcome * bows * well if this clark has the same powers as small vile tv show Clark Superboy is more powerful

((I know. Since Connor got his DNA from Clark and Lex :] Let's RP))

Rachel: "Bye." I get up and return to my desk and pull back out my book. Being in the back of the room the professor, Now talking about their first essay, would never notice her not paying attention.

Clark committed the whole discussion in his mind. With his trick of memorizing all things if he put his mind to it that is. When the bell rang he stood with his bag in hand approached Rachel, "Do you mind if we walk together?" He asked.

Rachel: I look at him like he spoke in French. "Uh sure." I say pressing my books to my chest. I wished I was able to walk and read at the same time, for the plot was getting intense, but last time I tried I ran into a wall, granting me merciless teasing from everyone.

He kept his distance since he could see Rachel was uncomfortable. The grating of the noises around him stunned him for a moment before he tuned his hearing to background. He sighed as the noises faded until it was only a minor buzz. Walking beside Rachel he asked, "So, what's your next class?"

Rachel: I take a moment to think, then say "Combat training." Uh.I think before I can stop myself. Luckily, the only thing that happens is another kid's locker slams shut. I put my mind back to being indifferent as the shadows of the hallways move as I pass them.

Clark nodded and he thought back to his schedule that he had memorized earlier. "Let's go then," he noticed that students were watching them walk down the hall but he didn't mind them a bit. Because of the gossip probably but he didn't let it show that it had affected him greatly.

Rachel: I nod, figuring that he hadn't noticed the locker mysteriously slam. I continue down the hallway with him by my side. Screaming in my mind at the shadows to keep their distance. They obey and nothing deteriorates. I sigh, relieved.
((Continue in combat training classroom?))