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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 1552572" data-attributes="member: 11714">-Maxwell HelmdigAynor, South Carolina20:30, August 2, 2003It was a clear night, the moon and stars providing plenty of light to see by.  Maxwell had just finished his work not too long ago, and was making his way to his lodgings.  He was quite tired, as the work had been hard.  But tomorrow he would be getting the day off, as he had to go into Charleston to meet with the representative from Greenwood Academy, at 11 am.Looking up, Maxwell would be able to catch sigh of a shooting star as it plummeted from the heavens.  Then another.  On such a clear night it was easy to see all of the shooting stars.  One in particular, however, seemed to burn brighter than the others.  It also seemed closer.  As Maxwell watched, it fell from the sky, landing with a loud crash in a field about 200 yards away.-Mai HoshikoAug. 2, 2003Tokyo, Japan“You want to study to be a doctor?  That is really great!”  Ken said in reply.  “All those years of studying, that takes a lot of dedication.  I hope you are successful.”He started to say something else, but was interrupted when an older gentleman entered the room.  He appeared to be in his early forties, with short brown hair, and green eyes shielded by wire-rimmed glasses.  As he entered the room, he offered Hoshiko and Ken a smile and a good afternoon, before laying his briefcase down upon the desk.  “Thank you for coming this afternoon.  My name is Christopher Bell, and I am one of the assistant deans of Greenwood Academy, and their… recruiter, if you will.”  Though he spoke Japanese well, his accent was clearly British.  “Before I get started, are there any questions?”-Marcus StevensUniversity of PittsburghPittsburgh, PennsylvaniaAugust 2, 2003Due in part to his athletic training, Marcus had no trouble bounding up the three flights of stairs to the fourth floor.  On his way up, however, he would notice that there seemed to be quite a commotion on the third floor.  Men and women in white lab coats worked at a hurried rate, and it appeared they were pulling a large metal guard down over a glass observation window.  That was all he was able to learn through the brief glance that he had spared through the doorway, as he began making his way up the final flight of stairs to the fourth floor.-Jonn BirkeyUniversity of PittsburghPittsburgh, PennsylvaniaAugust 2, 2003Jonn’s pace is more relaxed than the other kid’s, and he took his time going up the stairs.  As he passed the second floor, he could hear the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs behind him, as someone else began making their way up the steps from the first floor.Jonn reached the third floor in time to see the heavy metal door that lead to the labs slam shut.-Watching Cloud RiceMadison Public LibraryMadison, WisconsinAugust 2, 2003The girl folded her hands on the table in front of her and regarded Cloud seriously for a long moment.  “My daddy would be mad if I said too much.  But there are many who are getting mad at you.  They don’t want you to use your powers.”-James DunbarNew York, New YorkAugust 2, 2003The atmosphere in the elevator is an uncomfortable one.  The two others had completed their initial assessment of him, and were now trying to ignore him.With a soft whirring noise, the elevator made its way upward at a fast pace.  It stopped at the 12th floor, and the man in the pinstripe suit got out.  It stopped at the 15th floor, and the woman got out.  Luckily, no one else got on the elevator.After what felt like an eternity, the elevator stops at the 17th floor.  The polished metal doors open to reveal a long hallway, lined with offices.  Sure enough, on the door of the second office on the left hung a nameplate which read: “Mr. Christopher Bell, Greenwood Academy”.</blockquote>

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