Westbrook Academy for Metahumans: Forums

Roach always hated showers. Always hated the feel of the water against his skin and the memories that it would drove up while he was there scrubbing away. He hated the way it was needed, that he had to waste time doing it. He hated how his scalp always felt afterwards and how his skin would always g...

Roach didn't sleep the night before. Nor did he pay much attention to the announcement or the fact that Ms. Wilson came to visit him during lunch in hopes they could move to her office to just 'chat'. Give me a break. He had obliged, of course. He had already spoken with Herrera about the activities...

Roach hated the sick. And that statement wasn't enough to truly convey his disdain for the hacking and sniffling and vomiting that came with the process of being sick. He hated the way minds would just concentrate on the body's plight. And the way people would revert back to an almost childlike stat...

Westbrook Academy... Even the name sounds like an asshole. Roach smirked at this as he made his way through the halls with Andrea Watkins. Or as he preferred to call her, 'The Tank'. His usual attire of Etoile gear had been forcefully removed and replaced with a white shirt that he had already stai...

(Thank you Savepoint for letting me use you in this little story) Brook Tyler was used to people pointing and staring at her drone as she navigated it through the halls. When she first began her time at the school, it was due to the confusion of what she actually was. A penguin? A robot? A Deceptic...

"Hey asshole? The fuck you think you're doing?" Roach turned his head from the tire, sharpie in hand. He blinked, staring at the five guys holding their gear. He looked back at his handiwork, looked back at them, and then just shrugged. "Hey! Settle down guys. I ain't puttin' a bomb under your bus. ...

Roach lazily slurped from his soda as the crowd around him erupted in a cheer. Something about a touch down and needing to wave their crazy swords around. Brook sat to the side of him, just scanning the crowd with her optics, an occasional click coming from her neck each time she turned it. Oh, of c...

[One Unlucky Poster near the lunch room]

Perhaps if Roach hadn't been sleeping when Herrera broke from his speech, he might have been able to do something. Maybe a memory loop, maybe a fear induced memory. Or maybe he could have reached out with an invisible grip and pulled the device away in time. He'd have been a hero, folks would have w...