Ask to Join Society Against Demonic Illness

[Cicada]

Submit a form to the thread http://pokecharms.com/threads/the-society-against-demonic-illness-discussion.14211/ to join.

Important Figureheads
Rosalinda Hawthorne - Headmaster
Andrew Ox - Head of Medical Wing (Where Blithies are treated for physical conditions; demonic or otherwise)
Viktor Britheworth - Head of Impulse Control Wing (Where Blithies are treated for mental conditions; demonic or otherwise) and Rescue Wing (The squadron which travels the world in search of abandoned Blithies)
Ella Stragevich - Head of Food and Nutrition Wing
Aastha Abadi - Head of Education Wing (All Blithies are permitted to take the regular classes of Math, English, Science, and History in the event that they decide to lead normal lives in the future)
Elliot Wu - Head of Demonology Wing (Blithies have the choice to attend classes with Mr. Wu if they wish to learn how to safely control their mutations and abilities as well as the history and positions in demon society)
Stumps - More so a mascot than a part of the staff. The skeleton of a dog animated by dark magic who helps new Blithies find their dormitories.

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The sun rose on the start of a beautiful new day; one of which would be filled with mutant rejects with butterflies in their stomachs and lead in their hearts. The Rescue Wing had reeled in quite a few applicants and convinced them to join their underground society swimmingly.
John swaggered about the corridors with a sense of confidence many of his fellowmen must have envied him for. He had been confined to the mammoth of a building for a little less than a year, but it was enough for him to have memorized the labyrinth of a safe haven like the back of his malformed hand. Arched windows filtered morning light into the immaculate halls; a girl on the right of him actively attempted to avoid direct sunlight.
The serpentine figure yawned and arched his back in an attempt to loosen his spine. Perhaps volunteering to welcome the new Blithies to their humble abode had been a poor decision. However, he was one of the very few optimists who met the age requirements to do so. As he passed by a duo of horned students, he discretely snatched one of their cafeteria coffees out of their hands and downed it before tossing it aside with an easy casualness to his movements.
The main foyer had been John's favourite part of the institute when he had first arrived. A mural of two men, one with red skin and one with a long and grey beard, shaking hands whilst riding atop a sea of cherubs painted the domed ceiling. Tapestries decorated with foreign sigils hung from the four corners of the rectangular room, the walls painted a calming blue colour and detailed with gold. The mouths of stairs and hallways, decorated with electronic signs, opened at pleasantly even intervals.
This would be the first sight the sea of newcomers would witness. He adjusted his surgical mask, grinning sardonically to himself. All that was left to do was to wait for the carriages withholding the foreigners to arrive and for them to then pour into the elegant chamber.

 

[Evenir]

Shiloh kept her hands stuffed in the pocket of her hoodie, running her fingers along the outline of her old iPod with nervous energy. As she entered the large atrium, where a man wearing a surgical mask seemed to be waiting, a large mural on the wall only made the situation all the more intimidating. In her ears music was blaring far too loudly, so those near her could clearly make it out. Her shoulders remained tense, tucking her head to her chest and keeping her elbows tight to her thin body.

As her old, beat up tennis shoes tapped softly against the floor, it wasn't hard to see how thin the girl was. Her sweatshirt hung way too large on her frame, and her cargo pants, while lose, showed bony knees with every step. Under the grey and crimson knit beanie, her face looked a bit emaciated, with edges that seemed a bit too sharp and eyes sunken in. Those dark brown eyes were now fixed on the floor, and her long, thin fingers tugged down on her beanie, ensuring it covered bright red scars that had begun to show on her forehead.

 

[Cicada]

Shortly after he had arrived at his post and after checking his pockets for loose change in order to sneak off and endorse a second coffee, the first batch of newcomers trudged in. He silently analyzed each of their mutations and felt somewhat self-conscious at the realization that his was much worse than the majority of them. He had tucked his tail away and it was currently cramped around his left leg, his surgical mask hid his rather unpleasant maw, and his clothes hid his horrendously misshapen body. However, he'd never be able to lead a life outside of SADI like some of the kids here.
"Welcome," he chimed as they approached nonetheless, gesturing to the immense area around him. He wasn't quite sure if quite all of them could hear him though (notably, a terribly underweight girl with earplugs in), as they seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts and worries.

 

[Icena]

Trista's face was a darker shade of green than usual (which happens when she gets embarrassed). She took someone's money from their pocket without meaning to, again. She quickly put the money back before the Blithie realized, and shoved her hands in her pockets as she entered the chamber. Trista gasped as she saw the giant mural on the wall. It was slightly creepy in her opinion, but guessed the Blithie with a surgical mask in the middle of the room thought otherwise. She hoped the rest of the walls didn't have any similar murals. When the Blithie with the surgical mask welcomed all of them, Trista smiled nervously.
"Thanks," she said to him, hoping he would notice her in the crowd of other new Blithies.

 

[Evenir]

Seeing the slight motion of the surgical mask the Blithie who had awaited them wore suggested that the man was speaking, although Shiloh couldn't hear much outside the music blaring in her ears. Figuring she should probably pay attention at this point, she pulled out one earbud and turned the music down, still leaving one in for own comfort. However, it hadn't seemed he said much yet, and realizing that she had been staring a bit, her eyes immediately turned down to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with others around her.

 

[Cicada]

He flashed a smile that he knew would spread to his eyes and bowed his head to the girl who had responded to him respectably. John straightened his crooked posture and retrieved a folded page from his pocket, of which contained the names and ages of each of the newcomers. The veteran began comparing the names to the faces in the crowd. There were still greenhorns yet to arrive.
"My name is John," he announced in high spirits as he pocketed the paper once again, "and I'll be your coordinator for this morning. Feel free to wander the foyer while we wait on the guys and gals who still need to come. I'll explain our itinerary the very moment they do. Does anyone have any questions?"
He made many movements and gestures towards the antechamber around them to compensate for his covered mouth. At the end of his dialogue, he gave a chipper wink.

 

[Icena]

Trista did have questions. She had so many questions she didn't know which question she should ask first. She ended up asking a question that bugged her quite a bit.
"Is it possible to become normal again?" Trista asked John. She really didn't want to have to unwillingly steal for the rest of her life, nor did she want green skin.
"If it isn't possible, is there a way to control ourselves?" she mumbled the last part, a bit uncomfortable.

 

[Stoyla]

Kira marched into the main foyer and clung to the back wall, ignoring the person talking at the front. She was told when she arrived to go and speak to a Aastha Abadi about assisting in a younger level math class, as the only class she was required to take was an English. However she had been forced into a group of students and told she had to do orientation, much to her chagrin. It was clear to her they were most likely all weaklings and there was a clear 10 foot distance between her and everyone else. The man in front mentioned something about waiting for others to arrive and she quickly pulled a book out of her suitcase and leaned against the back wall to read, assuming that this waist of time was going to take a while.

 

[Evenir]

Shiloh glanced around at the others nearby. Admittedly, she'd gotten pretty lucky, coming away with only the scars of two pentagrams on her forehead, no horns or inhuman traits. In fact, if she hadn't attempted to blackmail the wrong person, she might not have even been discovered as a Blithie. In comparison to others, her emaciated appearance seemed actually fairly normal, although it still didn't make her feel much better about herself. When John asked for questions, Shiloh's brain rushed with several things she would love to know about this place, but she wasn't sure that now was the appropriate time, or even if this person was the correct person to ask. Still, she hung around where she was, not caring enough to wander and far more interested in hearing how he answered the questions of others.