Summerville Academy (Invite Only)

[Peeker]

There was a gentle mist falling on the grounds of Summerville Academy. The sprawling grounds of the private boarding school, nestled in the verdant hills of Ireland, were drinking in the soft rain, so common in these months.

The campus spread across a good five acres, with the academic quadrangle - The Hub - surrounded on all four compass points. In the east was the entrance to campus, wherein the faculty's buildings, admissions, and offices, laid. To the south were the dormitories, nestled tightly against a picturesque treeline that slowly worked its way into the forest off-campus. To the west were the 'common' areas of the campus: the theater, the cafeteria, the meeting hall, and the gymnasium, in addition to various other buildings and supply sheds. To the north, rolling hills and green pastures, popular in the warmer months for social gatherings, and generally unwinding in preparation for final exams.

It was also the place where trouble occasionally happened. ...as it had just a few minutes ago.

Charles Theodore Green Junior - Charlie to his friends, parents, and even some teachers - had just perpetrated a small act which would, over the decades, spread into the most outlandish and impossible prank in Summerville's history.

There were two pig, lovingly borrowed from the O'Grady farm (which was beyond the northern boundary of the campus) for what Charlie had explained was a 'sociology experiment', in the boy's possession.

As was a can of blue paint.

The first pig, Emma, had a large blue "1" painted onto her side. The second pig, Marge, had a large blue "3".

Charlie had just let the two rather stupid animals go - and they were running right towards the academic hub.

This was going to be good.

Charlie skirted around to the dorms, uniform only somewhat ruffled from pig-wrangling and painting, and joined the masses, heading to wherever they were going: it was time to see madness.

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

Nessled away in the shade of a tall oak tree, sat Alexis Rounix Vindbruger reading her favoirt book Malice in Wonderland and Terror Beyond the Looking Glass. She was a clever girl although it could be said about all the students as Summerville Acadamy. It was after all a boarding school for the gifted and Finacially well endowed. Not that classes were easy either though. They all studied things three years ahead of they natural level and all students were held to high exspectation.

'What is Charlie doing?' She scowled as she saw him run by from her roosting spot on a thick branch, cursing her curiousity since she had planed to skip class today so that she could enjoy her book without having math and physics and chemistry, and so on so on hindering her from her wishes. 'Damn it.'

She shut the book and put it safely into her side bag, pushing off the branch and landing on the ground with a thub, quickly flipping the navy blue plated skirt back down behind her and brushing off any tell tale signs of her climbing the tree, before running up to him.

"Charlie!" She called, waving at him. The two were semi friends semi rivals since they were the tops of their class and in the same ones too. She pulled him close so only the two of them could hear each other. "You never run in the morning... what's going on?"

[Peeker]

The boy slowed down, realizing when she called out to him that really, running was just going to draw more attention to him.

He turned and smiled at her, letting her make it over to him. Her navy blue skirt was in no less disrepair than his navy blue knit sweater-vest, which fit over his regulation white long-sleeve, with its stiff collar. Obviously, neither of them had been in the mood to just go to class today. They were smart, they were stubborn, and they were not 'good' kids.

If anything, that was why they were at Summerville. It had a reputation for breeding character and responsibility... things that such rich parents sometimes found they simply didn't have the time to do. Not that Charlie cared. ...or even thought about it too much. It was a good school, what else mattered? He had to go there, he did well, and now:

Well, now he was going to be infamous.

...he just needed to keep it a secret for a couple of weeks.

"I don't know, Alexis..." Charlie hated nicknames, aside from his own: Lexi, Lex, or Allie... none of them had ever even crossed his mind as suitable replacements for Alexis. "I just got here myself."

A lie, yeah, but Charlie liked lying. If he could get away with it, then, well, what was the harm?

Even if he trusted Alexis, he didn't need anyone knowing about him or his pigs for a while.

...which was when a huge scream came up from some girls in the Hub. Perfect.

"...sounds like its coming from up ahead, though... want to see what it is?"

[Lakot]

Headmaster Percival Hector Audish limped down a path on one of his typical morning walks. His gnarled wooden cane tapped the ground as he walked along the concrete path. He was not an old man, just barely getting into his fifties. His right leg was practically useless below the knee due to an incident when he had been serving in the police force. Now his right arm and cane supported that weight. His hair was a moderate length and going gray, it had that salt and pepper look to it. His eyes were a bright, penetrating hazel. He was dressed in his usual, impeccably ironed and folded suit. As he walked he passed a boy who was hurrying along, hefting some books. "Tuck in your shirt Johnson" he said in his deep voice

"Huh?" the boy stopped dead and look around, finally spotting the headmaster several paces behind him. The boy put down his books and fixed the offending garment before continuing on.

Unlike most headmasters he didn't have the sort of commanding presence military men had. There was something stealthy about the old man, the tapping of his cane seemed to be only thing that would alert people to his presence.

He heard a scream come from the hub and a brief clammy feeling crept up his spine. He shook it off and limped towards the hub, wondering what new difficulty the day was going to bring him.

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

Alexis stopped and looked at Charlie, having a strange feeling that somehow, someway, Charlie was involved in the screams from the cheerleading squad. She groaned under her breath, wanting more then anything to say 'No. I don't want to go and see what's happening. Last time you did any stupid stunt, you dragged me in with you and we both got scolded by one of the teachers!!!'. She was dying to yell it at him and shes would grasp him by the shoulders and give him a firm shack down. However, Charlie knew Alex's weakness and that was, she was always curious and drawn to chaos. She loved to watch people run about like chickens with their heads cut off, screaming at the top of them lungs, and lacking any thought process at all.

"Tell me you had nothing to do with this..." Alexis grasped his hand, pushing her long forehead locks out of her eyes, the the chocolate brown strands bouncing slightly behind her, mixing with the single small patch of ultra voilet dye that framed the right side of her face. she had short hair for a girl, it was more boy cut then anything, and if it wasn't for the skirt she was forced to wear, most students and staff would have thought she was a he. "Tell me you did to something stupid again..."

They soon reached the hub along with the thick crowd of students trying to see what was happening as well as the squeals of the two pigs filling the air.

"Unbelievable, Charlie..." Alexis muttered under her breath so that only he could hear her. "Truely and honestly unbelievable..."

There was one nice thing about Alexis and being her friend though. She was never one to snitch one out.

[Peeker]

"I'm not going to say a thing." Charlie returned, softly. "I'm just watching, and that's all." Watching in glee. Utter, absolute, chaos-fed, thoroughbred glee. This was awesome. At least he wasn't the only one laughing: it was hard not to, seeing this from a safe distance.

The pigs were causing havoc. So far, the prankster's sharp eyes counted fifteen screaming girls, six yelping guys, four dropped backpacks, and at least twenty-five people who'd jumped off the path.

Pig #3 was in the fountain at the center of the Hub, taking a drink. #1 appeared to be wrestling Barnanby Holmes for the right to chew on the tire of his bicycle.

"Who knew you'd get this much madness from a couple of pigs?" The boy said, as #3 leapt out of the fountain, now both excited and wet.

He'd be a pain in the ass to catch, Charlie was sure.

The creatures continued to run amok, as several more responsible male students took to chasing after them.

Hoo boy!

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

Alexis did her best not to laugh, short of biting her tongue off. The picture of chaos before them was absolutly beautiful in every possible way. Although she would not say it to him, he had out done himself with this little stunt. Not that she hadn't thought of her own idea of a little surprise for her classmates in chemistry.

"Oh my..." She roaned and covered her face, trying to hide the grin that was spreading on her face. "I don't believe you.... we'll very get to leave the ground until we graduate thanks to you, I hope you realize that."

[Nerine]

Riley Alexandria Wilwerdange stepped out of the black Cadillac, shielding her crystal blue eyes from the sun. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, with a cool breeze every now and again. She sighed, contorted her face in brief sadness, then turned to her driver, smiling. "I'll write you, Frederick..." she said, her smile bigger when he gave her a huge grin.

"You stay out of trouble now, Miss Riley!" he said, giving her a small salute.

She laughed. "Yessir!" she gave him one back, and turned quickly to hide the brimming tears after she shut the door. She was on her own...The academy looked daunting from where she was standing, in the east, looking at the buildings, big and looming, yet...pretty, in some way. Maybe it was the landscaping? Yes...the landcaping. She buttoned her black uniform jacket and smoothed her navy skirt, which was standard, right above the knee. She took a deep breath and began to walk toward the adminitration buildings, adjusting her matching blue ribbon that tied her hazel hair up in a ponytail. Perfect.

Her tears vanished with excitement. This was a new year...a new school...The Summerville Academy nonetheless! It was an adventure! At least that's what she told herself to keep her from being scared out of her mind.

[Peeker]

Charlie continued to wonder at the wild pigs. Half the school looked like it was in it, now. Students were pressed up against windows of classrooms, watching - others had actually left their studies to come back out and watch the wildness firsthand.

Pig #1 seemed to be focusing on its bicycle tug-of-war. ...which meant that a larger crowd was gathering around it. It might be caught any time now... which wasn't really any fun.

So Charlie broke away, and went looking (as many had) for Pig #3.

The porker in question took to the hills - literally - and was heading off-campus. ...which Charlie would, generally, have been upset about... but not this time. The pig was taking this rare opportunity to charge towards a new friend: he was introducing himself to Summerville's newest student... Even Charlie could tell it was a new girl: her uniform was far too clean for a Thursday morning... everyone else would be recovering from three hard days of classes - Fridays were a real mess - so she had to be new here...

...and it looked like #3 really wanted to meet her.

[Lakot]

Audish gave a light groan as he came upon the scene of chaos. "Some clever little twit is going to pay" he thought as he limped into the crowd.

"Everybody calm down!" he shouted. All eyes instantly turned to him and all but the most hyseterical girls stopped screaming. "Smith, Henderson, Greenbaulm..." he shouted, calling out to three members of the wrestling team "... go help Holmes! Get behind that pig and flip on it's back and hold it there. Stay away from it's mouth, those things bite!" he yelled. The three muscular boys scrambled to obey and began trying to wrestle the pig into submission.

The ex-policeman's eye quickly caught the crowd of people moving away from the scene. He groaned when his aging eyes caught another pig moving towards a very nice looking car. He swore loudly, not caring about setting a good example, and limped off after the crowd.