Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Here Comes Trouble (1x1)

Kwallette, a utopia town beaming with potential. Kwallette was a city that was the center of envy by all of it's neighboring communities, bustling as a symbol of progress. Kwallette made it's start as a mining town, that eventually grew to host a large urban city, not far from the mines that first founded the town. Kwallette was often idolized for it's schools, housing, and job opportunities, though it's number one prize as a city was it's law enforcement agencies. Kwallette had the lowest crime rate in it's country, as well as others, being one of he safest places in the world, until a special mineral was discovered in it. Deep in the mines, located far below the surface, rested Cress. Cress was a special substance, that radiated a bright light. A transparent stone that shone brighter than a diamond. Though what made it more special than any other mineral, was that prolonged exposure to this substance altered one's genetic makeup, granting them special abilities, such as flight, telepathy, or pyrokinesis. The news of this discovery spread like wildfire, which later led to Cress being sold at high prices to the wealthiest bidder. This showed two problems. The first being that the wealthiest bidder wasn't always looking to "save the day" with their new super abilities, instead often looking to cause more problems, than solving any. The second, was that while granting "superpowers" to whoever exposed themselves to this substance, it also had a tendency to make whoever used it go insane, as well as damage their bodies. Cress turned out to be worse to the human body than mixing unknown drugs. This led to the outlaw of Cress around the globe, though Kwallette was still the only place Cress could be found. However, the Cress reserves were depleted quickly, most of it destroyed by the government. This made the rare and valuable mineral's price skyrocket. Soon, kingpins and mob bosses flocked to Kwallette to hoard the illegal treasure. The prized metropolis of safety started to overflow with "super crimes," aided by Cress. The gangs soon went after each other until only one was left. The last remaining Cress gang in Kwallette seemed satisfied at first, though their mental stability deteriorated until they eventually started attacking random civilians, just for the sake of violence.

~~~

Star waited for the bell to ring as he sat at the large black desk, covered in pencil marks. He sat with his legs crossed on a skinny stool, supporting a small book on his knees. It was the first day of the second semester of classes, and everyone in the school had their schedules changed. There didn't appear to be assigned seats, so Star picked a random seat at the front of the class. He glanced at the empty seat next to him before he pulled out a tiny aged book from his bag. He cracked it open to a page that read "Wicked Weed Potion", surrounded by a sinister looking design. He was hypnotized by the words on the page, completely oblivious to all of the greetings passed to him by his classmates. "Two Bleeding Hearts..... seven Hoya petals..... 1 cup ground garden snake skin..... 4 grams of Thyme," he mumbled to himself as if listing ingredients. Star arrived very early to class, not taking time to stop and talk to anyone. This meant he didn't need to worry about missing any instructions from the teacher, whom he'd never had before. Star quickly surveyed the room when he glanced up from his book to make sure the bell hadn't rang yet, only to return back to the page, awaiting instructions, or for the sound of the bell.

The bell rang a little later, the seat beside Star still open. Everybody had sat towards the back of the classroom until they found out exactly how hard this class was going to be.
The teacher walked in a couple minutes later, followed by a smiling young man.
"Well Haze, you're planning to bring the team to state this year right?" The teacher asked, ignoring the rest of the students for now.
"Yes ma'am." Haze responded, scanning the classroom for an open seat. The only one he saw was next to the scrawny kid at the front, a place he hated to be seated.
The class had finally began, the teacher writing ingredients on the chalkboard behind her.

"Now get started! The person beside you will be your partner for the rest of the year.!" The teacher smiled again, going to sit down at her seat. There was a flurry of movement as students went to the supply cabinets and got the supplies they needed for the mini-project. Haze got out a small bag of supplies that he had bought when he got the news of taking this class, his aunt buying it for him.

Star had zoned out, still reading his book until the bell had rang. As he gingerly placed his backpack on the table, he slid the book he was reading inside. He uncrossed his legs at the knees, only to cross them back at his ankles as he rested his feet on the bar near the bottom of the stool. He glanced at Jaxon as he sat down, though he seemed surprised as if he didn't notice him at first. After the teacher spoke his mouth slanted a little at the thought of having Jaxon as a lab partner. He wasn't his first choice, but if he wanted to choose, he should have sat next to a friend. "Erm, hi there!" he said cheerfully with a small wave, trying to get his attention. "I'm Star. And you are? I don't think I've seen you before? Well at least not during school hours. Aren't you on some sort of team? Or something?" Star inquired. Before Jaxon had the chance to answer, Star reached for the beaker at the end of the table, putting it between them, though he made sure to keep his attention on Jaxon.

"One question at a time dude." He repsonded to Star bombarding him with questions, unable to answer any of them until he was done talking. Noticing Star moving the beaker to in-between them he started to answer the questions one by one. "My name is Jaxon, Jaxon Haze and I'm the QB for the football team." Jaxon stuck his hand out politely, putting the bag of ingredients on the table between them as well.