Overtime

three ✧ || commence

The car ride was dead silent. It wasn't due to their withheld ability to speak, rather it was the intrigue at everything the world had to offer around them.

From the moment they left the driveway the world had captured them entirely. The sight of trees and paved roads, of fading grass and falling of leaves from trees. The sound of engines running and the sight of early morning traffic.

All of these were things they had failed to see, things they were excluded from seeing, for 13 years. Now, here they were: by a twist of fate, being introduced back to society. It may be an experiment, it may even become a failed one, but they didn't care. Not now, at least.

Even if they were to be classified as a failed experiment, they still won by being able to see the outside world again. They won by once again smelling fresh air.

The aura of awe was apparent to everyone in the vehicle, so much so that it prompted The Professor to peer into his rear view mirror. He silently studied the way the twins eagerly pointed to objects outside, and the way Blackwind's jaw hung agape at buildings and streets.

Quickly, he tore his gaze away. "We're almost there. Get ready." The red light passed, and he continued forwards. Everyone's attention snapped to the front seat. "The moment we step out of this vehicle, it's showtime." The sickening glee in his voice forced Chaos to suppress a shudder, turning her attention back to the passing of streetlights.

It felt quickly, almost too quickly, that the vehicle jolted to a halt. It was without a moment of hesitation that The Professor snapped the car off and was out the door, requesting they all do the same.

While sorrowful that their ride of admiration had come to an end, stepping out of the vehicle was another dream on its own.

The building before them was almost straight out of a storybook. It was four stories high, all covered in glorious, aged brick from top to bottom. The windows, while old, seemed clear and well-kept. The building was definitely older, but an elegant kind of way.

The front doors of the building swung open and, grin abound, sauntered Glendhall. He jumped down the front walkway, hand extended to greet The Professor.

Their performance had definitely begun.

"Welcome guys, it's so wonderful to see you all here." Glendhall claimed, the smile he wore forcing all the neutral smiles before him to harden. Noticing this, he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Come inside, let's get you guys settled in." He gestured to The Professor, as if assuring him he was to come in as well. It was as if this entire bit had been rehearsed beforehand.

The troupe started forwards silently, admiring the nature and scenery surrounding them the entire way. It felt surreal that the day had finally come when they were able to see the outside world again. It was even more surreal that the experience enabled them to finally return to school. How strange to think that this was a place, once upon a time, they dreaded. It had been seen as a place of perceived imprisonment. Now, it was a sight of freedom.

Directly to the left upon entering was an office, one in which had the door propped open: "Principal H. Glendhall" imprinted on either side.

Passing through, each of the school's newest pupils stood idly before their principal's large oak desk, waiting for orders.

"Now," the male began, taking a seat. His hands folded against the wood, right beside a 'world's best boss' mug. His shoulders shrugged, tearing Aubrey's somewhat disguised gaze away. "Care to introduce yourselves?"

The Professor stood to the side, giving a faint nod to Fury — now to be addressed as Raymond — at the end of the line.

He nervously cleared his throat. "Raymond."