Marigold leaned back in the beanbag chair, these were surprisingly common around college for some reason. She doesn't know why yet, but she's determined to find out after filling out the form she had her mother mail to her. By the time she was finished writing she had sunken into the chair. this was her life now.
Full Name: Marigold LeGrand (( Hiya Mrs. Knighton! )) Desired Major: Political Sciences with a focus for Pre-Law & Business Prior Education: Aurelia School | High School Diploma with Honors | Two years at [ Insert Prestigious Kanto University that Vimi most likely paid a lot for ] - I wish to finish the rest of these classes here, in my home! I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N): Yes please, if there's room.
Getting up with a small stretch she includes the records of her time in Kanto before shipping it out. She hoped her time in Kanto meant something and counted for all those tears and nightless days of worry. If not though, at least it'll be a easy for two years, and give her time to party a bit, maybe.
Full Name: Violet Sanders
Desired Major: Electrical Engineering
Prior Education: Castelia Highschool.
Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N): Yeah sure, why not?
Violet looked at the application with quite the grin, thinking she did a pretty amazing job. She mostly cared about now having something to do besides working. She happily send the form to the university.
------------------------------------------------------------ Full Name: Reginald Nancy Arduino Ramirez
Desired Major: Aerospace Engineering
Prior Education: I dropped out in the 2nd grade.
Would you desire on campus housing?(Y/N): Y
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Reggie had spent the last few hours agonizing over this application. It was just a slip of paper- But it was a slip of paper that decided so much.
His mind wandered after filling it out, eyes locked on the "Prior Education" section.
What an embarrassment.
That's all that ran through his head. "What an embarrassment.", over and over again, finding himself assaulted by doubts over whether he even had so much as a wisp of a chance of even being considered. Didn't even get past the 2nd grade? What about that suggested he was even remotely prepared for college? Coming in, he figured he'd be a complete idiot compared to everyone else there.
"What am I thinking...?"
The doubts just kept voicing themselves, and he didn't know how to silence them. All he could hear was his dad- His dear old pops, ministering to him cynical facts over the sickly-sweet scented lips of a whiskey bottle, terrible things like that he'd never make it out, that Black City would always be with him, that he could never really get away, even once he got past the city limits- The place was greed, and it just had no bounds. The city didn't have borders, because once it touched you, you couldn't get it off. It became a part of you. It swallowed you up, all of you, everything you could've been and once were- Left you a husk.
Dad told him he was nothing.
A shell, flushed of what used to be inside and scoured filthy. Just like him.
Over and over- And he had started to believe him. Look at these circumstances. Maybe he really was fu-
Crunch.
Reggie took in an abrupt, surprised gasp at the sound, as if he had just been let out of water and was holding his breath the whole way. He hadn't realized how much pressure he had been steadily applying on his pencil, with the tip against the desk, having been continually pressing down in his internal séance, communing with ghosts he thought he had left behind.
He shook his head, briefly hitting the desk at an open spot just beside the application form, scattering some of the splinters that resulted from the pencil breaking. This wasn't any time to start doubting himself. He had to try- He had to.
Otherwise, he really would end up like his dad, like his mom. They stopped trying.
He had to try. He had to take a shot at being something- He wanted to fly. There was a whole sky out there, and who-knows-what beyond that, and he wanted to make it his. Someone said something some time about, uh, seizing the... The something, but that's besides the point. What mattered was that they made the skies their's.
'You're only done once you let yourself be.', he thought to himself, the abstract thought in the back of his head manifesting into words, sneaking a subtle glance over his shoulder to look at the Klang companion he had, as if he were stealing the sight. It merely floated there, hovering at the window and watching the rain pouring down the glass, entranced by the first time it's ever seen any form of precipitation. Reggie didn't know much about the strange being, but they were a set of gears, right? He figures that's how they make their own energy, by just keeping it going- They were only done once they stopped. So they just kept going, and going, and...
He took some inspiration from his utterly wordless friend's reassuring, if metallic, tempo, ever-present wherever it was. He'd gained some gears from the evolution. Reggie wasn't sure what caused it, or how that worked, but suddenly, he found himself deeply thankful for the Pixelmon's presence, it's steadfastness, and how it had grown for it's perseverance.
He shook his head rapidly, shivering at the leftover rain on his jacket's shoulders, before looking back at the form, taking a deep breath. He swallowed, trying to get out of being so... Soft. It wasn't like him.
Rather, he made an addendum to the application, using what was left of the bottom half of his pencil, carefully adding in beside "Prior Education"...
"Can I maybe get an interview to explain myself? It's kind of a long story."
Now, it was time to drop it off. He looked back at the Klang, standing from the seat he had taken at a Pixelmon Center, having tensely occupied it for some time now. Regarding his companion, he started for the doors, beckoning it after himself.
"Ay, King, we gotta get goin'. C'mon, you don't gotta just watch anymore."
And with that, he set off into the first rain he ever felt that didn't itch when it hit his skin. He still had to get used to being able to see the sky.
Full Name: Gilligan Peters Desired Major: Pixelmon Studies Prior Education: Slateport High School Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N): No
Gilligan stares down at the piece of paper, wondering if it was truly worth his time. He had already gotten a job at the lab in Tyrian. There wasn't much else to achieve aside from a piece of paper and pat on the back from some higher-up in the education ladder. He lifted it from the desk, holding it to the light to read the words once again. "No, no. It's a waste of time. I won't make it anyway," he said, ripping it in two and tossing it in the bin beside his desk. Gilligan resumed his work, scribbling away at his research.
It haunted him. He stared back at the bin for a few seconds before pulling out the shreds. After a few moments of contemplation his pen was already back to scribbling, but this time on a fresh piece of paper. He rewrote his entire application and sealed it in an envelope before he had a chance to re-read it. His Ariados, Gamma, retrieved it and carried it gently down to the lobby where it less-than-gently shoved it in the mailbox. Whether or not he liked it, Gilligan had just applied to university.
Full Name: Amelie Nichole LaClaire Desired Major:Pixelmon Studies Prior Education:((Insert name of a private school in Lumiose City here.)) Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N): No.
Full Name: Stephen Laurice
Desired Major: Pixelmon Studies (Masters Degree)
Prior Education: A full bachelor's degree in Pixelmon Studies at the University of Castelia City
Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N): Yes, please.
Faen sat on a bed in the Pixelmon Center, leaned over a piece of paper he had placed on the bedside table, which he was using to write out his letter to the college. He was nearly finished.. all that was left was signing his name. This was definitely going to be a lot of responsibility, taking on a job with the Professor and going to college, but he believed it would be worth it. With a masters degree, he could surely take any position he wanted, and brighten his future even more--he had to do it. With a final pen-stroke, he finished off his letter, folded it, and sealed it in the envelope, addressing it to the Ferrite Polytechnic Institute's Dean of Students. He dropped it in the mailbox... no going back now.
His transcripts are attached, and show excellent grades in classes surrounding psychological studies of pixelmon, as well as classes related to theories about the origins of pixelmon and abilities they're suspected to have. Creativity seems to be his strong point, as art and music classes as well as literature have high marks, while mathematics and science classes with a lot of math involved suffered to an extent. He's noted to have taken pride in his theories regarding pixelmon, and to have gone on several personal expeditions to try and test them. He didn't seem to join a lot of extracurriculars, though notably became somewhat famous on campus for his art. All in all, he received higher grades in classes requiring more creativity, and okay to above-average grades in those classes that needed significant amounts of computing. He completed all four years with an overall GPA of 3.5
OOC: how does one transcript, really. it is a question that has plagued us for many years (aka I apologize for any inaccuracies)
Full Name: Kiori Willow Ishiin Desired Major: None, taking electives Prior Education: Masters in Pixelmon Studies, Ferrite Polytechnic Institute Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N): No
On a separate form, it would be enclosed that Kiori wished to begin taking various language classes. Due to various time restraints, she would only wish to take one for the moment, Holovan. It is hinted that perhaps one day, she would be able to handle more.
Netlia Bryant stares at the application in front of her. Was she really going to put herself through another few years of boring classes? "I mean..." she thought, "It'll help us in the long run...so I have to do it." She takes her pen and fills out the application form.
Full Name:Netlia Ann Odoyaka Bryant Desired Major:Business. Prior Education:Toro's Public Education System. Would you desire on campus housing (Y/N):No.
Keep on Necrodancin'!
