Liberty "Libby" Hazlett (
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fandomhigh2022-01-01 11:37 am
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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Sunday Morning.
Oh, praise Jesus, she'd finally found it! Libby felt the most immense sense of relief wash over her when she spotted that large, glittery banner hanging over the waiting area for Fandom High, like a shining beacon, and not a moment too soon! This was the first time she'd ever really been anywhere entirely by herself like this, and it had been incredibly overwhelming. Exciting, yes, but it was a lot to take in! The only thing she could really think to compare it to was when they all packed up to go out to the Wal-Mart for groceries, but even then, she had her whole family with her. And now it was just her and a single suitcase and a pamphlet clutched in her hand, and she thought she'd get lost entirely in such a big place all on her own, but she found it! This was the place!
And she was apparently even a little early, since it looked like she might be the first one there? And even that was a little bit of a relief, because that meant she could just move away from the crowds moving around the airport into the quiet little space under the sparkly banner, have a seat, and just sort of breathe again before the next leg of her journey. An actual high school! Well, a little bit different, she supposed, because it was a boarding school, but as she took her seat, she started to feel that terrible and wonderful nervous turning in her stomach again, and she closed her eyes and she breathed out and she put her hands together to say a little prayer for strength and guidance, and couldn't help smiling a little as she felt a sense of serenity settle her nerves again.
It was scary, being out here by herself like this, but it was also thrilling, and she'd made it this far already, she was halfway there! Now she felt relaxed and ready, opening her eye and looking around for a clock, fussing a little with her long skirt and buttoned-up blouse and wondering if she should have worn more worldly jeans after all, to fit in better, but she didn't need to make herself feel more awkward than she already did with unfamiliar clothes. She just hoped it wouldn't be too much longer for the shuttle to arrive to whisk her away to the next part of this adventure.
And she was apparently even a little early, since it looked like she might be the first one there? And even that was a little bit of a relief, because that meant she could just move away from the crowds moving around the airport into the quiet little space under the sparkly banner, have a seat, and just sort of breathe again before the next leg of her journey. An actual high school! Well, a little bit different, she supposed, because it was a boarding school, but as she took her seat, she started to feel that terrible and wonderful nervous turning in her stomach again, and she closed her eyes and she breathed out and she put her hands together to say a little prayer for strength and guidance, and couldn't help smiling a little as she felt a sense of serenity settle her nerves again.
It was scary, being out here by herself like this, but it was also thrilling, and she'd made it this far already, she was halfway there! Now she felt relaxed and ready, opening her eye and looking around for a clock, fussing a little with her long skirt and buttoned-up blouse and wondering if she should have worn more worldly jeans after all, to fit in better, but she didn't need to make herself feel more awkward than she already did with unfamiliar clothes. She just hoped it wouldn't be too much longer for the shuttle to arrive to whisk her away to the next part of this adventure.

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He made his way down the seemingly endless terminal hallway, looking for the place he was suppose to go to meet up with everyone else. Mentally he was cursing the fact he had to walk the entire way, but he knew his powers wouldn't work in a situation like this. And he needed to blend in as much as possible, and so he trudged on, a backpack slung over his shoulders and a small suitcase in his hand.
Subconsciously, Kurt kept tugging at the hoodie, trying to keep as much of himself hidden as he could and pulling the sleeves down to cover his hands as much as possible. As he walked on, he thought about what the Professor had said to him before they parted ways just a few minute ago. How this was a big opportunity for him and he wanted Kurt to learn to see the world from a different vantage point... whatever that meant.
And then, just when he thought he might not find it at all, he saw it. The hard-to-miss once-you-saw-it banner for Fandom High. That was where he had been told to go. And so Kurt made his way through the crowds and took a seat, setting the suitcase and bag at his feet, looking around to see if anyone around was also here for the shuttle ride to the school or if they were all just mulling around waiting for rides of their own.
"Well, the adventure begins" he muttered to himself, his Germanic accent quite apparent, as he tried to get comfortable in the seat.
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"Hello!" she said, her own accent with a particular twang to it as well. "Are you heading on over to Fandom High School, as well?"
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Well so much for staying under the radar for a bit longer. Guess this was as good a time as any to test the Professor's theory that Fandom High was going to be a better experience for him than the last school he had just left. He gave a shy smile, trying to keep those intimidating fangs hidden best that he could.
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...but that wasn't possible. It must have been...
She realized she was probably staring, or worse, gawking, and he probably thought she was terribly rude and so she shook her head and tried to keep her eyes lowered. "I...my name's Liberty," she offered. "Or Libby...for short. You, um, you have an accent?"
Sure, Libby, that was the thing that was different about him!
But to be fair, she was almost as unfamiliar with different accents as she was with...blue skin!
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“Hi,” he figured this might be the only chance he had to talk to new people before everyone realised how uncool he was and it would be like his other school, “I’m Guillermo,”
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He had one suitcase full of clothes and a duffel bag full of dvds, books and action figures.
“Oh good I’m in the right place,” Guillermo breathed a sigh of relief when he read that glittery banner, he spotted the other girl who was already there.
“Uh hey,” he gave an awkward wave and pushed his glasses back up, “I’m Guillermo,”
He did not have a lot of experiences talking to girls … well to anyone really. He had not exactly been popular at his last school.
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"Oh," she smiled, with a duck of her head, her only consession to her nerves and tucking her long hair behind her ear. "Guillermo?" She had to admit, the name felt a little tricky on her tongue. "Hello. My name's Liberty." There was an uncertain pause before she added, a little sheepishly, "Most people call me Libby, though. It's nice to meet you!"
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Well he figured she was being polite, it would probably change by the time they got to the school and she figured out how uncool he was.
“I’ve never been to boarding school before,” he revealed, “actually this is my first time being out of New York,”
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And her curiousity sparked a little more as she had to follow it up with, "Is that New York the state, or New York the city?"
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"FANDOM HIGH IS LEAVING IN THREE MINUTES," he bellowed.
So. Hi, newcomers.
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"Yes, hello!" she said, her excitement and her dread all tumbling around in her stomach like Jacob wrestling with the angel. "I'm Liberty. Liberty Hazlett. I'm supposed to be going to Fandom High."
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"Thank you, sir!" she said, trying to keep her nod small and polite, but she couldn't help beaming.
And she supposed she should have just gotten onto the bus at that point, but he was having a lot of trouble just keeping everything inside and just burst out, "I'm very excited, this is my first time going to an actual school!"
And she instantly regretted saying it, because, at this point, she was just going to blurt it out to everyone and brand herself as the weird homeschooled kid before she even got to her first class!
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“Um…hi I’m Guillermo?” he said awkwardly, “Guillermo de La Cruz? I’m going to Fandom?”
He hadn’t meant for all of that to sound like questions.
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Anakin, be nice.
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He was off to a great start here.
“I mean …ye…yes,” it wasn’t much better but at least it had stopped sounding like a question.
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"Yes, headmaster?". That was what they were called right? "I'm Kurt Wagner. Here to attend Fandom High."
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