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March 30th

Sarah gazed out the window, watching the scenery passing by. The world outside, playing itself out before her at 15.98972672 Meters per Second. Oak trees, Fagaceae Quercus, dotted the landcape, scattered according to the dictates of the soil quality and sunlight scattering through the ozone. She sighed, closing her eyes. Not like it mattered much. Open or closed, her senses took it all in, cataloged for later use. 24 hours, 43 minutes and 18 seconds prior, she'd been infoming the pentagon that she was going to be moving to freedom city, a hub both of scienctific learning and superhuman specimines, displaying a spectrum of physical phenomina, each a quintessent gem, their origens and abilities nearly defying explination.

Nearly.

It was here Sarah intended to make residence, specifically at Clarmont acadamy. Statistics dictated that her living at a school for young adults whom possessed abilities surpassing normal humans would provide her with the best chance of finding someone like her. Maybe. The pentagon had opposed, claiming it was dangerious. Sarah had cited that Freedom city's police force and high presence of vigilantess were more than enough protection. They claimed that having her out of contact was a threat to national security. She'd promised to remain in contact via cellular communications as well as e-mail. Finally they said what if the worst should happen and another country kidnap her. Sarah had sighed. Why couldnt they see it her way? The entire debat was tedious. THey knew full well they were in no position to keep her, she was neither employed to them nor had promised them her services. She aided them because she had no reason not to, not because she had any desire to. But now she wanted to leave, and her undeniable logic had forced them to accept. She was provided an armed escort to the school. Sarah had agreed, and departed 14 hours later.

And now she arrived, the school grounds streaching out before her. She knew that, more than likely, things would not work out. Experiance had taught her that the very mind which made her so special also made her indecipherable. People didnt understand her, and she didnt understand them. But at the same time, she didnt want to lose that connection, no matter how weak it had become. She feared what she might become should it break entirly.

The unmarked black sedan pulled to a stop, and one of the black suited agents opened the door for Sarah as the other fetched her bags. Sarah brushed a lock of hair from her eyes, commiting the school's visage to her vast, unforgetting memory. And, steading herself, Sarah pssed through the security gate, and then into the school itself.

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Another day, another delivery, Darian's thoughts are humdrum as usual when he delivers papers, It is not like I am supposed to be an errand boy. I signed up for this to be a teacher. Not much of that has came though. On his way to the administration office he spots a girl arriving. She is about his age, but she doesn't look like a student who goes there. Walking over to the girl with apprehension, he greets her with a bow, "Greetings, my name is Darian Cale," he looks to her with a smile of uncertainty, "You seem new here are you looking for someone or some place? I may be able to help you find them."

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Sarah watched a young man walk by, carrying a stack of papers. A quick overlook of the papers showed they were delivers. And his face told him the rest. Poor guy, unhappy with his lot, disappointed and eager for more. He didnt want to be running errands, he wanted more. He noticed Sarah and walked over, his smile a bad mask to hide his own questions. After his greeting, Sarah gave an equally weak smile "If you dont like running errands, you shouldnt. Lives are little more thirty thousand days." Sarah blinked. Perhaps she'd overstepped her bounds. Most people liked recieving advise. "Im sorry...I shouldnt have..." She looked away, a little nervious. "My name is Sarah, Im a new studnet here...um...its very nice to meet you Darian" Sarah left out her title. Being introduced as Dr. Sarah at such a young age unnerved peope. She looked back at her guards and gave them a nod "You two can leave now, I'll be fine" The men hesitated, but did as told and departed.

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Darian looks nervously confused but still keeps a smile on his face, as if the girl had just read his mind. "Well, I was just delivering because it was what I was assigned to do." He tries to not look nervous or confused, though latter easily goes, the former does not. The papers slip the his arms, but do not fall as he greets her with and outstreched hand, "It is nice to meet you, Sarah. May I ask where it is you need to go today?"

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Sarah watched Darian, her eyes disecting him at a glance, like she could see all the layers of his psyche. He wasnt comfortable with her. Of course he wasnt. no one ever way. He wears the mask of one who dosnt wish to be rude, but its just a transparent vail. He says its nice to meet her, but it dosnt make her feel more welcome. She accepts his handshake, her grip weak and delicate, almost etherial. "If possible I'd like to speak with the headmaster and complete registration here. After that, I'd like to view the schools facilities. I apologise for making you nervious, I do not try to do so"

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Darian fidgets at the implied mind reading again. "I, um, have to deliver these papers," he says almost dropping them, "Maybe we will talk later in a less hurried setting. Please do enjoy your stay at Claremont!" He quickly darts toward the office area. If you can still hear me, Darian thinks, I would like to discuss this at a later time.

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Sarah did not hear Darien’s thoughts, as when he turned to flee his face was away from her so she couldn’t analyze his expression. Still, Sarah found that despite his fear towards her, he was still at least kind enough to offer an attempt at pleasantries. And he seemed a fairly sharp boy. There was a high probability given the population of the school, that if indeed they had some measure of comparability, either social or intellectual, that they would meet again before to long. Till then, Sarah could wait. She had other matters to attend to and other introductions to be made.

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