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Mudaba Adin, Gifted Elite Institute
0930 hours, local time, June 22nd, 2014, the main auditorium of the Institute…
The infamous uniform of the Gifted Elite Institute, well infamous in some circles, it was simple and functional. The standard male ensemble consisted of loose-fitting gray slacks, and a white buttoned up shirt that had the crest of the Institute on the left breast. There was an optional long coat for cold weather, though with the current heat, that didn’t seem likely. Females wore a pleated gray and white skirt, with a white blouse, also buttoned up, with white socks, the typical schoolgirl outfit. This was the uniform during formal instruction, the uniform for physical education and power training was a gray suit of sweats with gray shorts, and a white shirt, simple but effective. The uniforms were issued earlier in the morning, and instructions were given for when they should be worn. After formal instruction hours, students were allowed to wear whatever they liked, within reason and considering the normal bounds of modesty, though the hot weather of Mudaba Adin, gave some leeway for what modesty was.
Doctor Hudabo smiled looking over the student body of the school, numbering nearly forty students, from all across the globe, some new and some returning from the previous year. Kim Jun Min spoke to the students, “Well I just want to take this time to welcome you all to another year of instruction here at the Institute, we have high hopes for this year, and hope to help each and everyone of you become not just trained elites, but also well-manner and well-rounded people. This facility is state of the art, and the education here is top-notch and very hands on, now we are aware that each student is at different level of training for their abilities, their general education, and well what plans they have for the future.”
She paused before continuing, Jun Min wore a conservative blouse with a black skirt, nicely cut and stylish, but also very professional, she paced speaking, “We have divided the student body into smaller classes, each class will have a Headmaster, and that Headmaster will be in charge of the class, and will be responsible for accountability, your living areas, and any problems that may arise here. This year, we have decided to divide the school into 5 classes, to better facilitate learning. Please listen carefully…” she begins listing out the 5 classes.
“Class 4 will consist of the following students; William Bowen, John Stenson, James Miller, Mark McNamara, Olivia Cromwell, Ryan Prolaski, Cassandra Prophet, and Kiyana Vladimov. The headmaster will be myself, so I hope you are all on your best behavior,” she adds playfully.
Timmy ends up in Class 3, along with Shao-Lin, while Jimmy Li and Sarah are placed in Class 5. Once the class rosters are announced, the students are given their homeroom numbers, which for Class 4 is room number 004 in the main building, a rather large room with comfortable seats with a view overlooking the preserve. The room was circular in nature, and had several desks with computer terminals, all connected to the central network, the students had their pick of desks, and once they claimed a seat it would be theirs for the duration of the year.
Jun Min entered the room with a smile, the door closing behind her, “Well once again, good morning, I know most of you know me, but my name is Kim Jun Min, I am an instructor, but I am also an elite like you. My powers, if any of you are curious, consist of simply overloading the mind; I can emit a pulse of energy with mind, and easily overwhelm a group of people with my mental abilities. I can fly, via the manipulation of this energy, and create a field of energy about my person, that can negate most forms of small arms fire.”
She smiled walking between the rows, “Now you may be wondering why I am telling you this, it is simple, really. Each of you has different capabilities, different powers, some of you feel like freaks, or perhaps you have become cocky. Well, there are two things you should know, one, you are not a freak, you are a human being just like me, and just like any baseline, but in many ways you are something more, and I don’t mean that in the superior sense. I mean that you have gifts that will overtime grow, and continue to distinguish you from baselines. These powers make you an elite, but it is how you use these powers, that will determine the type of human being you will be.”
“I hope that I can help you all become responsible young adults, and elites, for some it will be difficult, for others not so much, but as the events of last week can show, the life ahead of you all, may not be easy, but do not think of it as a curse. You have a gift,” she smiled in her coy way, “each of you, now enough of my soapbox, how about each of you introduce yourselves, and say one thing about yourself, that you think we would not know about you.”
Jun Min scans the room and then smiles, settling on James, “How about you go first?”
0930 hours, local time, June 22nd, 2014, the main auditorium of the Institute…
The infamous uniform of the Gifted Elite Institute, well infamous in some circles, it was simple and functional. The standard male ensemble consisted of loose-fitting gray slacks, and a white buttoned up shirt that had the crest of the Institute on the left breast. There was an optional long coat for cold weather, though with the current heat, that didn’t seem likely. Females wore a pleated gray and white skirt, with a white blouse, also buttoned up, with white socks, the typical schoolgirl outfit. This was the uniform during formal instruction, the uniform for physical education and power training was a gray suit of sweats with gray shorts, and a white shirt, simple but effective. The uniforms were issued earlier in the morning, and instructions were given for when they should be worn. After formal instruction hours, students were allowed to wear whatever they liked, within reason and considering the normal bounds of modesty, though the hot weather of Mudaba Adin, gave some leeway for what modesty was.
Doctor Hudabo smiled looking over the student body of the school, numbering nearly forty students, from all across the globe, some new and some returning from the previous year. Kim Jun Min spoke to the students, “Well I just want to take this time to welcome you all to another year of instruction here at the Institute, we have high hopes for this year, and hope to help each and everyone of you become not just trained elites, but also well-manner and well-rounded people. This facility is state of the art, and the education here is top-notch and very hands on, now we are aware that each student is at different level of training for their abilities, their general education, and well what plans they have for the future.”
She paused before continuing, Jun Min wore a conservative blouse with a black skirt, nicely cut and stylish, but also very professional, she paced speaking, “We have divided the student body into smaller classes, each class will have a Headmaster, and that Headmaster will be in charge of the class, and will be responsible for accountability, your living areas, and any problems that may arise here. This year, we have decided to divide the school into 5 classes, to better facilitate learning. Please listen carefully…” she begins listing out the 5 classes.
“Class 4 will consist of the following students; William Bowen, John Stenson, James Miller, Mark McNamara, Olivia Cromwell, Ryan Prolaski, Cassandra Prophet, and Kiyana Vladimov. The headmaster will be myself, so I hope you are all on your best behavior,” she adds playfully.
Timmy ends up in Class 3, along with Shao-Lin, while Jimmy Li and Sarah are placed in Class 5. Once the class rosters are announced, the students are given their homeroom numbers, which for Class 4 is room number 004 in the main building, a rather large room with comfortable seats with a view overlooking the preserve. The room was circular in nature, and had several desks with computer terminals, all connected to the central network, the students had their pick of desks, and once they claimed a seat it would be theirs for the duration of the year.
Jun Min entered the room with a smile, the door closing behind her, “Well once again, good morning, I know most of you know me, but my name is Kim Jun Min, I am an instructor, but I am also an elite like you. My powers, if any of you are curious, consist of simply overloading the mind; I can emit a pulse of energy with mind, and easily overwhelm a group of people with my mental abilities. I can fly, via the manipulation of this energy, and create a field of energy about my person, that can negate most forms of small arms fire.”
She smiled walking between the rows, “Now you may be wondering why I am telling you this, it is simple, really. Each of you has different capabilities, different powers, some of you feel like freaks, or perhaps you have become cocky. Well, there are two things you should know, one, you are not a freak, you are a human being just like me, and just like any baseline, but in many ways you are something more, and I don’t mean that in the superior sense. I mean that you have gifts that will overtime grow, and continue to distinguish you from baselines. These powers make you an elite, but it is how you use these powers, that will determine the type of human being you will be.”
“I hope that I can help you all become responsible young adults, and elites, for some it will be difficult, for others not so much, but as the events of last week can show, the life ahead of you all, may not be easy, but do not think of it as a curse. You have a gift,” she smiled in her coy way, “each of you, now enough of my soapbox, how about each of you introduce yourselves, and say one thing about yourself, that you think we would not know about you.”
Jun Min scans the room and then smiles, settling on James, “How about you go first?”
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