Spading Hearts (Yaoi) Full!

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxatxELITE CLASS xxx withx RAYLAN AND DAMIANxxx moodx ON EDGE
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• A vicious growl tore through his belly. "Oh," How out of character of him, he was supposed to be some dainty lady figure after all. "could you get me something to eat?" was all that had to leave his mouth before the two nameless boys who had been accompanying him ran off to fetch the contents of the nearest snack machine. It was a conditioned response -- doing anything the elite said or suffer.
  
  Frankly, the title of "queen" was a harsh blow to Ren's masculinity. He didn't have to do much for himself anymore, though.
  
  The two boys returned with their haul just as quickly as they set off. "We weren't sure what you were in the mood for today, so we got as much as we could. We hope you find something satisfies you!" And Ren flashed the dreamy smile that signified that they were going to live without fear for another day. A daily spectacle that made him wonder if he would do the same if he was not given the fluffy frou-frou title of Queen of Sacred Heart. "Thank you." Ren said with a tender look on his face that hid the feelings of disgust (mostly towards himself) that lingered in the pit of his stomach because why would you do this? stop, you should love yourself more. Which was something you could probably only think if you hadn't been on the opposite end of the spectrum.
  
  After Ren decided that he was done with having men be at his beck and call like loyal dogs, he took an armful of snacks from the two and strode over to the entrance of his weirdo elite classroom, looking over to the side to bid them farewell or some overdramatic s**t. "Good bye, thanks again for being so helpful."
  
  Ren let himself into the classroom, fully expecting to see Mr. Angsty King but not the other pitiful looking boy. Well, maybe he wouldn't have been half as surprised if not for the fact he was so shamelessly close to the King and with a smile on his face no less. Definitely not someone you wanted to mess with on a good day, let alone this early in the morning and with that fierce look on his face. As cowardly as it stood, he was more than content to silently watch the scene unfold from the doorway.
  
  ooc; UNFORGIVABLY LATE POST SORRY ;___;

[Pevunya]

Thomas fiddled with his music player absentmindedly, thoughts still back in a smoke filled club some fifty miles from the school. He had fallen in love with the jazz music there and had been up until the early hours of the morning pulling songs off the net for 'research'. Even now, the beginnings of a song were being pulled together, and he found himself humming the chorus as he walked down the hall to his classroom. With the exceptions of music and gym, he had never been a particularly good student and that had hurt his position, some. Thom found it... difficult, to say the least, to put any effort into something he didn't care about. Of course, there was some necessary evils you absolutely couldn't avoid. Pulling the earbuds out, he wrapped them around the music player and shoved open the classroom door just in time to catch the Joker asskissing. Sighing heavily, he approached the boy, leaning over slightly to look him in the eye.

"Jeez, Ollie, pucker up a little more, why don'tcha?"

Reaching over, he ruffled the boy's hair, chuckling as he turned away. Yeah, alright, he was being an a*****e but the Joker made it way too easy. Spreading his arms wide, he grinned widely.

"Good morning my fellow learners! Your Highness, good to see you. My Queen, radiant as always. Annnnd Ace... deafening as usual, I see."

Shaking his head sadly, Thom tutted the boy who was probably completely unaware of his presence much less his mocking. Picking out his desk, he dropped heavily into the chair with a sigh.

"Your Highness, have you considered ordering him to lose the 'phones? You know, in interest of his hearing? And ours?"



Who am I? :: Thomas Delaroux, Jack of Saint Spades

Where am I?? :: Hall ---& Classroom

With some guys... :: Asshat, Punchline, Diva, Royal Pain

I got a feeling... :: Huh?

Always on my mind :: Jazz Quartet Arrangement

[ShiShikin]

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:Tab:A morning like every other morning. Given the time Berns knows that he should be in the classroom by now but have decided to waste his time smoking a bit beforehand. Sadly smoking is not allowed inside the academy building so the albino had to hide himself behind the academy for a short puff or two. Short but he had some time to reflect upon his situation at Scared Hearts Academy. Despite his influences and obvious wealth his was ranked as a Jack. An audible click of the tongue signals his slight displeasure upon thinking about it. How on Earth did he get such a low ranking is beyond him. Maybe if he can dig up some filth on someone from the committee he can blackmail his way to the top. Problem? He does not know who is in said committee. Another click of the tongue would have followed but he stops himself before doing so. It is starting to become a habit of his and god knows he have enough of those to make a drug addict look clean. Instead he drops his cig onto the ground and grinds it out with his shoes before entering the academy from the back entrance. As expected the hallway is mostly empty in the morning except for probably a handful of early risers. I seriously need some coffee. Or at least a better pack of smokes. As expected from the suited elite he carries a certain air about him. Regality but also something a bit more. Regardless his status within the academy have gain him some minor reputation which, in turn, draws in the more annoying portion of the student body. As with everyday he is greeted by random people and he greets them back with a rather soft smile. In their eyes he is a model student. Hardworking, self-motivated, and good eye-candy to boot. To him it is just another part of his daily routine and it is becoming a tad tedious if anyone asks him about it. Luckily he have manage to reach the classroom door before he winds up braking his own facade that he have been trying to build up.

:Tab:He does not bother to look into the room and simply enters the class. As always the King and Queen have beat him to the classroom. But he then notices that the 'JOKER' is there as well. And the boy is picking up things off the floor. Likely the King decided to have a tantrum again much like he does whatever he gets into a sour mood. Not my problem. Paying little greeting to them he walks over to his desk only to find that someone have placed an anonymous gift on top of it. Seriously the guys at this academy need to stop pestering him for affection. If they wanted that they have a better chance of...Again Berns have to stop his chain of thoughts from going any further. Last thing he needs is to get rallied up especially when he's stuck in a room with a kiddish King, a false Queen, and a lowlife Joker. For a moment the albino thinks about simply tossing the box of sweets away but he knows that will end up with questions he does not wish to be bothered with. The guys in this school are almost as bad as fangirls when gifts are involved. And he does not need a guy stalking him throughout the campus over one box of chocolates. He picks the box off of his desk and looks over to the 'JOKER'. He could have the guy eat the chocolates off the floor to make up for the bad morning but dammit he has to play nice. Stopping himself from further clicking his tongue Berns walks over to the dusty haired boy and places the box of sweets atop the guy's head, "Do what you want with them. Just get them out of my sight." His voice carries no feeling at all but a keen ear can pick up on a slight venom to it. Out of all the Hearts so far Berns is known to be the most considerate although saying that to his face often wins a person a slight mocking laugh. Although why is a question that many try not to answer.

:Tab:With the chocolates now out of his possession he can go back to doing what he needs to do. Sitting himself back at his desk the albino takes out what appears to be a book stuffed with ledgers and starts to fill out info regarding some financial manners. Unlike the more babied elites he actually have to do more than simply study and mingle to keep his inheritance. After all it is not like his lifestyle is quite normal compared to the others. Of course he is well aware he have not properly greeted anyone when he have walked into the classroom but in all honesty he is better off not trying. People who have been around Berns long enough knows that he dislikes being in a room with high ranking people and thus he is more likely to have a foul-mouth when he is forced into such a situation. For now it is best to leave the guy to his duties and studies unless it is something important. Otherwise he will likely not care much about what others need from him. Yep this is the model student. Ironic really.

OOC:

Yay intro post. I hope you like Bern's layout. I took me hours to get done given the designs.

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[pandabrigade]

↱xxxxDamien Summersxxxx↰

The Joker ║of Sacred Heart
║of Sacred Heart

tab tab Damien was a little too caught up with his wrist to realize that the queen was standing in the door way. Raylan may have noticed, but Damien is rather quite oblivious when it comes down to it. Damien had hoped that he didn't anger the King anymore, that rarely ever bode well for him. So he decides to walk to his own desk. A sad beaten and worn down chair, looking to be on the verge of collapsing and a desk to match. It was located in the very far back corner of the classroom. Away from the actual elites. Damien was allowed, and actually required to sit through the same lessons and lectures as the other elites, only down part was that he didn't understand most of what was going on. Many of the subjects were difficult for Damien to grasp, as they were at least a level or two from what Damien should be learning, which made it seem like he was failing in school. This gave them all the more reason to keep Damien as their joker. With a soft sigh Damien absentmindedly brushed some of his bangs from his face, unfortunately it was with his left hand. The dull burning sensation pulsed through Damien's whole arm, so much so that his shoulder tingled. Maybe he should get it checked out by the school nurse. But class was going to start soon and it would be bad of he missed any of the teachers lessons. 'I'll go after school today, then.' He thought to himself. It seemed like a good idea.

tab tab Damien's train of though was interrupted when he felt something being placed atop his head. Looking up, Damien saw that Bernard had arrived. 'Oh, when did he get here?' Again, the whole oblivious thing. His brown eyes trailed to the door way and he thought he saw a fraction of the Queen standing there. Damien was still very much confused as to what was happening. He watched as Bernard walked away from Damien, he could smell the pack he had this morning. Damien frowned slightly, he wished that Bernard would quit smoking, it was a bad habit and an unhealthy one at that, but who was he to say anything? Instead Damien took the package from where it was placed and peered into it. "Chocolates?" Damien figured that it must have been one of the boys from the school, leaving a sweet treat for their beloved elite. A smile was brought to Damien's lips. There were always so many boys vying for the attention of at least one of the elites. So many so that Damien had lost count after only half a day one time. Realizing hat he had yet to thank Bernard Damien quickly stood up and smiled towards him. "Thank you so much." He had them behind his back, also remembering that the Jack didn't want them to ever catch his eyes again.

tab tab Damien say back down in the chair and continued to smile while holding the sweets in his hands. He knew exactly what he was going to do with them. At the end of the day he'd ride home as fast as he could and give them to his younger brother. He was sure that the child would appreciate them. The boy loved chocolates, in an inhumanly way. But Damien didn't care, as long as he could see him smile, that was enough for him.


{ L O C A T I O N : Classroom // W I T H : Raylan >> Raylan, Ren, and Bernard // M O O D : Injured and nervous }

[Perfect lnsanity]

Ichor

"Rien ne pèse....

Sounds of birds entered the quiet dark room belonging to the Son of the Lecompte. He would let out a soft groan as he turned and sat himself up finally awakening. It would seem that the french man was still getting used to the time zone change and having a new schedule set for him. Ichor had came from France only a month ago to start his life at a new school he had been picked to go into. During the month time he was able to find himself a place to stay and figure out his new surroundings. The one thing he had left to finish figuring out was his new school This would be only his third day there, and even with him being there twice before, he was still quite lost as to the whole thing. As of yesterday he heard some things about him being a Jack or something, but never really paid any mind to it. He had no interest in the kids games and was only there to study and move on in life. In two years he'd be taking over the head of the family and he would be needed to run the business his father worked so hard to build. Even with this wait on his shoulders, he didn't seem nervous about it. It was truly hard to break Ichor's emotional barrier he had built so well.

It was time, he stood and started to gather his things sliding on a rather plan shirt and pants. Unlike most who went to the school, he care about what others thought of him. He wore what he wanted and went on with things. His father often times did fuss him about his clothing, but right now he isn't the head of the family so there is no reason for him to try and look like it, well, that how he felt about.

Not taking much longer to get ready for school he set off on his way taking his nice sports car which he had gotten last week to drive around while he spent his next two years abroad to study. Thirty minutes later he was parking and walking into the school where a few people had stopped to stare. Ichor gave no hellos or good mornings feeling that he didn't need friends or company while he was abroad, sadly this kid has a one track mind and as of the moment it was set on studying. He walked into the classroom looking around at the people that occupied it at the moment. His expression was dull and made him look like a rather boring person over all. The only thing interesting you could say from just looking at him is that he seems so boring that it's interesting.

Ichor made his way across the room to his seat at the window. His golden hues trailed to the world outside the glass watching the little birds flutter across the sky into the tree tops outside of the school. He truly loved the seat he had chosen for himself, it was very relaxing and most of the time you had a lovely view unless it was raining or too foggy to see. In the background he could hear other peoples conversations going on, but didn't really pay mind. He was a native of France and spoke perfect french, his English was alright, but the heavy french accent was still there. For now he just dazed out the window waiting for class to start up so he could finish this very long two years away from his home.

..tant que un secret"

[Ippotis]

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xxxxxxxQuin's quip drew a toothy, shark-like grin across Friedrich's face, the sort that didn't exactly reach his eyes. "Perhaps I've grown a little rusty; your anguish doesn't quite amuse me as it used to. Take that as you will. At least some of us--" he turned his attention to Oliver, "--remember our stations, and behave accordingly." Truthfully, Friedrich never took any particular joy in making others suffer. Machiavelli stated that a good prince did his utmost for his subjects, and that he should strive to be loved. However, Machiavelli also said in the same breath that if a prince had to choose, it was much safer for him to be feared, and so Friedrich did what he could to live up to that maxim, even if it made his underlings resent him.

xxxxxxxIn this case, several of the lower rungs of the school's hierarchy resented his position as King of Spades, and yet it meant little to him: Quin was a mere step below Friedrich as Queen, and the King never let him forget that. Aydan, the Ace of Spades, had the misfortune of hanging in the limbo between Queen and Jack --he was neither a successor, nor a soldier, but an outcast little better than the Joker. The only Jack of Spades present was Thomas, who Friedrich believed lacked the self-control needed to be anything better, and whether or not Thomas knew that was unknown to him. As for the Joker, that position was held by poor Oliver, who swerved from being pitied by his betters, to being downright despised. All of these were reasons to hate the King, if only for the simple human trait of hating those who achieved more than they.

xxxxxxxFriedrich detached himself from Quin's desk, and sauntered over to Oliver. "Who knows, dear Princess," Friedrich continued to taunt Quin, though his attention was directed at Oliver, "What does the King do with a treasonous member of the court, when that certain person shows less loyalty and respect than the lowest peasant?" He chuckled as he spat that last word, and turned away from the Joker to now approach Ayden, who wore his headphones.

xxxxxxx"What indeed, Mr. MacCalin?" he asked loudly when he brought his face close to his, so as to be heard over whatever the Ace was listening to. "Should I make his position open, and put someone else there?" he taunted, still wearing that same haughty grin, "Wouldn't you like to see someone else outrank you once again? The terminal Ace, eh? A damn shame, I'd say."

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||||||Location > Elite Classroom ||||||Company > Quin, Oliver, Aydan, Thomas ||||||Mood > Kingly ||||||OOC > I think, in the end, we're all just a buncha' tsunderes... e3e

[Exclusive Lover]

Quin shot an icy glare at Oliver. He didn't need comments from the peanut gallery. All it took was Friedrich walking into the room to put him on edge. The added boot-licker stroking his ego was only going to make things worse for the dear Queen. Oliver was too much of a kiss-a** for his own good. If he kept it up Quin was going to have to do something horrible to him again. He could always ambush him in the bathroom later and remind him how to keep his mouth shut. It wouldn't be the first time Quin used his power to beat down a Joker. Of course, he wouldn't get his hands dirty himself. The queen had enough fans in this school to get things done without even being in the room.

His attention was pulled back to Friedrich and his idle threat. It almost made him laugh. "What are you gonna do? Cut off my head like your ancestors did to their wives?" The talk of replacing him made Quin grit his teeth in anger. The king said it so casually and in front of nearly everyone. Why did this man insist on ticking him off everyday? "Nice try. Only the Rank Committee can dethrone me. I think you're letting that power of yours get to your head."

He let the heating argument drop when a familiar face popped into the door. Chris Hemmingway was just a normal student, barely. Captain of the basketball team with a promising future of going pro. Why the Rank Committee didn't put him in the Elite Class was a mystery. He was also Quin's boyfriend. It was frowned upon for an Elite Class member to date normal students, but Quin just couldn't let the yummy jock go. The queen's anger melted away into a lovely smile as he stood up. "I think I have just fallen ill. I'm going to the nurse's office." He didn't wait for permission as he grabbed ahold of Chris's arm and lead him out of the room.


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Being crammed in a tiny room fill with egos was never a good idea. Quin was a lot calmer on his own with people that didn't threaten his position. Chris was one of those people. Quin sat in the jock's lap, pinning him against the entrance door to the rooftop to make sure no one tried to follow. His arms were locked around the man's neck as they ate at each other's mouths in a heated passion. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours before Chris finally push Quin back. "This isn't working."

Quin gave him a questioning look from where he sat in his lap, gently taking the braid out of his hair. "Did you mess up your knee again in practice?" His hands froze in his hair when he saw that disgusted look on Chris's face.

"I was suppose to be in the elite class. I just needed that extra push for the Rank Committee to notice me. I thought that if I was with the queen they would have to rank me... But we've been together for three months and I am still considered nothing in this school. I mean, come on. I should get some kind of rank for putting up with a b***h like you." The sound of the slap cut through the air like a knife. Quin didn't even have to think about it. It didn't take long for a red welt to form on Chris's face. The basketball star quickly shoved Quin off of his lap and onto the ground. "I'm out of here."

"You b*****d! You can't treat me like this!" Chris was already out the door despite all of Quin's yelling. He was the queen! You can't do this to the queen of the school! He could feel something warm on his face and raised his hand to his cheek. His eyes went a little wide as he looked at his wet fingertips. Tears? Why was he crying? He gritted his teeth in anger. "I'll make you pay for this... I swear it..."

[Where: Classroom/Rooftop ] [With: Friedrich, Oliver, Aydan, Thomas / Chris (NPC) ] [Emotion: Still annoyed/Shocked ] [Playing: NA ]

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[Tendou Satori]

S A C R E D xxx H E A R T xxx J A C K
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Location: Elite Classroom || Company: The rest of the Elite class || Emotions: neutral || ooc: it's so late I gotta sleep sobs this is why this is a lame post smh at me

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How embarrassing it was to be one of the last members of your class to show up. Levi Vanderhaul could only frown as he moved through the familiar halls of Sacred Heart, though he didn't make any effort to walk above his normal pace. There was no need to sweat this early in the morning, especially not when he had his skin to worry about. Any extra perspiration when he wasn't prepared and he was sure to get a pimple. His modeling agent would surely blow a fuse at that. So, instead of hurrying to the Elite Class like he was sure the other students were doing (maybe), Levi studied his handheld gaming device, his thumbs moving swiftly over the buttons to pass his current level. Soft, digital pings sounded in Levi's headphones each time he collected an item in his game, and though he felt completely satisfied with his progress on the inside, his facial expression gave not a single hint to that. His face was blank, as usual, his eyes golden eyes glazed over in seeming disinterest that couldn't be shaken by anything.

It didn't take long for the youngest member of the Elite Class to reach his designated room. Stopping outside the door, the fake blond took all the necessary steps to prepare himself for class (i.e. putting his portable away and taking the headphones from his ears) before he was zipping up his backpack and stepping into the room. He silently took in his surroundings and every other member who had already assembled. It seemed that everyone was accounted for aside from Brian, their Ace. Levi made no signs of noticing as such, although, and instead clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and moved to take a seat. In all honesty, he would have loved to sit next to Ichor or Bernard, but quite frankly they both terrified him and he often thought that being too physically close to them would be a bad thing for his modeling career.

It felt wrong to sit near Raylan and Ren, too (though the queen hadn't even sat down yet), and Levi found himself sitting smack dab in the middle of all the desks, equally near and far away from every other student in the room. There. Now it looked like he had made it to class on time. Granted, the bell hadn't rang yet, but Levi didn't like to cut it close when it came to his studies. Despite his growing success by his own doing, the boy wanted to graduate high school and move on to college eventually. He wanted to get a degree in game design, so he could make his own characters and voice them the way he thought of them in his head. That was the plan, anyway.

Placing his face in his hand, Levi watched the scene before him unfold in silence, his usual passive expression covering his features. The air filling the entire room was somewhat tense and hard to breathe. Both Berns and Ichor emitting an annoyed sort of aura that had been the main reason why Levi had chosen not to bother either of them. Ren was watching from the doorway and looking similar to a vulture who sat on the branches of trees while the lions attacked the gazelles, always waiting for the ideal time to swoop down and pick at the scraps left behind. It was somewhat amusing to Levi, and had he known it was the appropriate time to do so, he would have cracked a tiny smile. Unfortunately, the boy had no idea when it was the right time to smile or frown or yell or cry. He was all mixed up in his emotions and could only pull out his own when behind a camera or microphone.

[Sir Graun]

You need eyes and ears everywhere.
You must see everything.
You must always be on guard.
You must take account of human nature.

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Brian slowly opened his eyes, clear green refocusing on the hood of his car before he slowly closed them again. He did this several times before he heard a light tap on his car window. This time when he opened his eyes, his gaze slid over to the car window to see a man leaning over towards him dressed in freshly-ironed, black suits. Brian adjusted his cell phone against his ear and tapped the window power button so the glass would slide down.

“Mr. Harrison, your class is going to be starting in about ten minutes.” The man whispered quietly, as to not alert the person he was speaking to on the phone of his presence.

Brian rose his hand up, gesturing to give him five minutes. The man nodded and quickly excused himself. Tapping his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he leaned forward until his elbows met with the stirring wheel. “It really does sound like you should be talking to our lawyer regarding this issue. I can't speak to you regarding this. We have particular security protoc-” He was cut off by a sharp tone on the other line. His eye narrowed, a haughty look making the green eyes go even lighter. “Shut the ******** up.” An annoying piece of s**t under his shoe was really bugging him this time. A cop sniffing about some things happening in god knows where with his fathers mercenaries. “How did you even get this number? You must have showed your badge at the desk, right? You entered on false pretenses, isn't that so?” He questioned. The phone was quiet. He reached for the key in the ignition and turned it before pulling it out. Sliding around, he opened his car door and exited.

“That's what I thought. I could easily press charges about this. Leave my father's employees alone.” He pulled the phone from his ear and clicked the end button before he started heading towards the school building he had been parked in front of. Two large men in suits came beside him and handed a small briefcase where his textbooks were being held. He slid his phone in a side pocket as they quickly headed towards the building. Brian was going to need a new phone. A new number, at the least. So annoying. Such a tiny bug crawling around him and his kingdom.

As they entered the front doors of the school and started going up the spiral stairs, he glanced over at one of the guards who quickly glanced back at him. “You gotta shift tonight?” He questioned which the man quickly shook his head.

Brian flashed a smile, light blonde hair bringing out the shine in his eyes. “We should go another round tonight then. It's been a while since I haven't been able to push someone back.” The man ended up grinning.

“You're not bad...for a scrawny guy.”

Brian laughed. Scrawny, huh? “I think I'll make you be my guard full time since you're such a comic.” Brian had a very hectic schedule. He didn't have much time worrying about the dumb little system they had going here in this school. Not that he didn't understand the benefits of it. Perhaps if he actually put effort into it, he'd be a higher ranking. Honestly, he had been home schooled and been to military schools for most of his life. Rather it's chess or advanced knife fighting classes, Brian had been placed square into them and built to excel in them. Though High School life was quite leisurely in comparison to his past hectic schedule, he still didn't have time to be wasting away. When he returned home, he was back on the books. Rather it was tallying numbers or keeping up with the news regarding smalls disputes and wars breaking in other countries, he was not allowed to slack. Every time he ate breakfast or dinner, he had better be able to keep up with his father's table talk.

I don't know was not an answer that was ever allowed. Last time he said that, he got the s**t kicked out of him when he was twelve.

Half the time his home was filled to the brim with soldiers and mercenaries employed by Sun Source. Mainly as guards or his teachers. They had a gym and a firing range built at the bottom floor of his home; that alone said what his life was about. His home was not a place to relax. But, he relished in it. He didn't find it taxing. His bodyguard that he was bantering with was one of the main few that he sparred with. The man was a black hawk down special forces. A man that was trained to kill, has killed and was awarded at being extremely good at it. He'd drain all the knowledge he could from him. Before he knew it, they had almost reached the Elite classroom. He immediately turned and gave the guards a hand gesture. Understanding, the two men nodded before quickly leaving. As soon as he moved towards the doorway, he immediately saw the queen settled in the doorway. Giving a curious blink, he looked past him to see if there was anything interesting or keeping him from entering. Nothing in particular. Unshockingly, everyone had already reached the room except the Queen that seemed to be loitering around. The King was looking particularly piffed. Was that the reason?

Leaning forward, he breathed into Ren's ear, “Don't piss out on us, your highness.” His voice was warm in his ear and he swiftly reached around him and snagged one of the snacks he had bundled in his arms before walking briskly by him. Brian already attempting to unwrap his newly stolen snack, “Your Kingliness, you seem more pensive then usual.” He remarked before heading towards the back of the class. Brian just sat wherever he liked. It wasn't as if it truly matter. He took a seat at the very back of the class, as if saying he was prepared to do nothing. Despite that, Brian was an intelligent guy. He didn't play around when it came to grades or lessons despite his impression to others. By the time he took his seat, he had manage to open the small bag of salted peanuts, sprinkling them into the palm of his hand. He glanced up towards the Joker. He was, indeed, a man of few talents. He didn't look down on him because of that though. He didn't have any ******** clue why they decided to put him in the Elite class but he really didn't care. He popped some peanuts in his mouth and silently chewed as he leaned back in his seat.

The true queen was here now. At least that's what he called Bernard. Oh, yes. A real Queen, indeed. Again, he didn't hate the guy either. The french prince had already nestled himself at his window seat, quite content to ignore everyone and everything. Brian placed his bag of peanuts on the desk and reached for an empty chair beside him, sliding it over with a distinct drag before propping his feet on it casually, as if it was something he commonly did. Then, he went back to his peanuts. Last and not least, there was the youngest in the Elite class, Levi. And when he said young, he really meant it. Everyone in the elite class almost seemed to have old souls. Jagged and prissed about life. Except this guy. Well, that wasn't true. The Joker was pretty innocent in that regards too but that may have just been because he was treated like everyone's b***h.

I take account of human nature.
Others are bad to the bone.
Others can not be trusted.
Others should be watched.
Others should be prevented from thinking bad thoughts.

Where: Sacred Heart-Elite Room With Who: All the Sacred Heart Elite. Talking to: Greeted the King and Queen but not particularly kicking up a conversation.

[ShiShikin]

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:Tab:It does not take long for something to break Berns attention away from his ledgers. Sounds like the Joker of the group wants to thank him for the chocolates. This puts a smirk on his face as he nonchalantly replies, "As long as you are happy about it." Damien, being as oblivious as he is, is probably going to take that comment at face value. True Berns likes to be thanked but the reason behind that smile is probably more mocking than out of genuine feelings of warmth. After all it was not too long ago that the albino was thinking about getting the guy to eat off the floor like a dog. And thinking about that image again as the guy thanked him only adds to his sense of amusement. But he is sure not many of the other elites will catch onto that anyway. He have played nice so far, with the expectation of his silence, so really they cannot know what is up with his mindset. While the albino still refuses to make eye contact with the Joker his ears can clearly pick up on the boy as he goes back to sitting in his desk. Once again Berns buries himself into his ledgers but it does not take long for his ears to pick up on another series of footsteps. His eyes drifts from his ledgers to the doorway to find that one of the other Jacks have entered the room. This particular one is also and albino but with an eye patch. His eyes follow as the guy hunkers down at a window seat and once again Berns attention is driven back to his ledgers...Before his focus is broken again by the other Jack. Not that he have problems with these Jacks really. If anything the fact they cannot command him around makes being in the same room as them bearable. Plus one seem to not give a damn about anything and the blond one is probably too much an innocent to pose too much a threat to him on any level. So at most he sees them more as average people rather than pests or alphas. The later two being the types that will likely have him taking out a knife if he had one. Sadly this pattern does not continue as another person steps into the classroom. Seeing as he saw almost everyone else in the room the albino really does not need to let his eyes wonder to know who it was. The damn Ace of Hearts have entered the room. Great another self-entitled p***k to deal with. While he does not show it openly all these higher ranked people being focused in one area is doing no good for his mood. And the growing tension is only making it worse. He tries to put up with the added tension in the room but eventually he starts finding it a bit difficult to focus on the book in front of him. And all it takes is for the sound of a screeching desk for Berns to finally reach the end of his patience. With a low sigh he closes up his ledger and gets up before walking pass the Queen and out of the classroom. No excuse and no indication as to where he is heading. And he prefers it that way. With some of the boys in the academy already trying to win him over any more mindless affection is likely to make this model student vomit. And he also does not want a higher ranked elite to pester him with nonsensical demands either.

:Tab:As he walks down the hallway he starts to mentally curse himself for not thinking this through. He sure as hell not going back to the classroom anytime soon. The tension there is thick enough to cut with a knife. And while he can deal with people he is not up to hanging around and playing politics with the other elites. Not his style and he is not really in the mood to talk with immature brats who believe that they can simply order others around just because of a title. That is just plain stupid. Luckily the students that once roamed the halls earlier that morning have all gone elsewhere. Likely their classrooms or someplace to study. Him? Well while the library is a good and quiet place it is also the place most the other students gravitate to in order to study or to escape from others. Sure he can put on a nice act and go there acting like the model student that they think he is. But even actors need a break. And given the bad morning and sour mood he needs a moment to be himself and not some goody-goody elite who smiles all the time. That sort of thing annoys him although he knows better than to let this mask drop for a number of good reasons. So instead of having to put up with a bunch of dim, lovesick buffoons he decides that the best way to avoid the mass of naive teenagers is to hide himself within the nurse's office. After all compared the nurse really have little to no visitors in the morning and the silence and isolation is what he needs at this point. Going to the nurse's office he is greeted by a male nurse. Just great. Another guy to add to his list of faces. Not that it is too big a deal. If anything Berns deals with males a lot given this school plus his particular lifestyle. But the constant testosterone and inability to do certain activities can leave him being rather cranky. The only good side to this is that the male nurse is not some *****. If that was the case the albino might have to put the guy's name on a hit list and to be honest Berns does not want to spend his night getting his hands bloodied up. As always Berns puts on his fake facade and tells the nurse that the visit was due to a headache and that he needs to lay down for a few minutes. As expected of any school appointed nurse the guy eats up this lie and allows Berns to sit on a bed. Finally some time away from those kids who calls themselves elites. Sure he will be late to class AGAIN but what are classrooms to him anyway. He can always bribe or manipulate some poor sap into getting notes for him and hey no need to put on the nice-guy act for another half hour.

:Tab:Probably by chance the nurse informs him that he will be heading out of the nurse's office to stock up on supplies and informs Berns to close the door when he leave. And with that the nurse is out of the room leaving Berns to his own devices. Now that he no longer feels any tension he can get back to doing what he was doing before. Same as earlier he opens a book full of ledgers and starts to fill out the information that is needed. Of course there were other matters that was included with the ledgers but that is family business and really something Berns needs to be at home to work on. For now he just wants the ledgers done before he winds up having to do them later. With the room now empty of others and the door closed the albino is able to keep his cool and hopefully it stays that way. Now that he thinks about the Joker has sprained a wrist or something but nah. No way that lap dog would disobey rules and skip class to visit the nurse. At least he hopes the guy does not. While the Joker is not a threat Bern's view on people is just about as corrupted as his life is. And sadly something that amuses him can just as easily disgust him moments later. Hard to tell with him.

OOC:

And with that Berns is out of there. This is why it is hard to get all the Hearts in one spot. XD

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[Raynei_Daiz125]

location :: Elite Class xxxxxcompany :: To many people...xxxxxmood :: aggravated

Raylan's head tilted to the side resting on top of his knee as he heard noises come from the hallway than a student came bursting through the door falling on the ground. His eyes closed wanting to groan loudly. Of course the first person to make their presence to the King had to be the Joker. The male kept to himself watching as Damien Summers became flustered and start to clean up the mess Raylan had made earlier. As he moved around, Raylan's eyes fell onto the guy's left wrist which he seemed to try and not use. Had he hurt it when he fell? The doctor inside of him perked up, wanting an experience to treat a "patient", but the a*****e part of him just let it be. The school had a nurse and it was more than likely just a sprain. Nothing more than ice and a wrap couldn't fix.

He opened his mouth to mention it to Damien, but quickly closed his mouth as he heard a pair of footsteps appear. He shot a glare towards the door seeing it was Ren Hanazawa, the Queen. He rolled his eyes and turned his head looking back out the window. Why was he even going to share that bit of information with the kid? He was the King while he was the Joker. He was suppose to kiss the ground he walked on.

A dull pain appeared in the front of his temporal lobe meaning that a migraine was soon to grow. He leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose as he head more people begin to enter the classroom. The Queen seemed to be watching what he would do probably noticing his bad mood, but honestly Raylan had no energy to make a show for the other students. Bernard Hurante, was the next to arrive though Raylan made sure to ignore his presence completely. The albino got under his skin more than the Joker. Ever since they met all he could think of was a prissy pampered child. The pain started to increase just as he thought about it.

The next student to come was a foreign exchange student from France. What was his name again? Ichor De Lecompte, another heir if he wasn't mistaken. Raylan didn't know much about him, but at the same time he didn't care. Than came in the young idol Levi Vanderhaul who was quiet as well and the last to enter was the Ace of the class Brian Harrison. The guy was a little more talkative than everyone else. He even spoke to Raylan making it obvious everyone could tell that their King was aggravated. The male stood up from his seat on the window and walked towards his desk that was right in the front. The eyes that seemed to follow him made him want to kick the piece of wood over once more. What the hell were they staring at?! He sighed as he felt his migraine come in at full force before pushed back his chair and taking a seat. "Joker, go get me some coffee. Now." he ordered not even glancing in his direction as he reopened his medical book.

[BlackAceDiamond]

THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE YOU
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YOURE LIKE A TOY...
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The choice to be apart of the Saint Spade academy was not a hard one. In fact once Iyrin’s father knew of Bernard Durante’s attendance to Scared Heart, there was almost little choice at all. There was no denying the obvious rivalry between the Italian Mafia, and the Russian mafia and Iyrin was nearly born to be Bernard Durante’s enemy from the beginning. He had only heard rumors and most likely exaggerated stories of the other, but once he had obtained a picture of Bernard Durante there was an deep and unsettling feeling in Iyrin’s chest.

He would never admit allowed, nor to himself of his instant crush and fascination of the other male. If anyone knew he would surely be shamed. It was a blessing in disguise that they attended different schools, but fate had a cruel way of placing those schools nearly a mile of one another. There was always a risk he could run into Bernard Durante, and he had yet to form any reasonable explanation as to how and why he already knew who the other was.

Iyrin was not inclined to bewitching Romeo and Juliet romances, happy endings, or heart felt melodramatic confessions. No, he considered himself to be much better than all that and was much too proud to bend admit he had such a yearning to kiss a boy he had never met. Everyone seemed to hold him to a certain high standard, and admired him for reasons Iyrin had never really cared to learn.

Even this Rank Committee that had chosen him for some reason, and Iyrin could only guess it was his money, power, or his looks. While Iyrin did have a natural talent for numbers,he didn't give himself the credit that he might have been picked because he was 'good at math'. All and all the principles and lessons of numbers had been instilled in him for as far as he could remember. His father was relentless when it came to money, and had a certain knack for making subtle interest rates add up quickly. Iyrin had learned never to gamble with the frugal b*****d, and could probably swindle a homeless man out of his last penny in a game of cards and trap the richest man with a carefully worded contract.

Debt- had a way of holding people to his mercy, and while his father expected every dime to be returned, Iyrin rather liked trading in favors and information. It made things more interesting.

Not that it mattered too much to him either way the reasons why he was admired or feared. In the end he had been labeled a ‘Jack’ and was satisfied with his placement so long as Bernard Burante didn’t hold a higher position than him. It was as far as his ambition went, and he had no real desire to be King or anyone that had to make any important choices unless it meant competing against Bernard for a higher spot. His interest in the Mr.Burante was what kept him engaged in this battle of VIP listed heirs. (Regardless if his psychological game to beat Bernard was mostly in his head.)


After all if someone like Aydan Dylan-Euripides MacCalin wanted Iyrin to 'lick his boot' Iyrin would, and do it in such a way that would make Aydran want more than just a clean spot on his shoe. Then again the Posterboy of MacCalin Illustrated probably had more than enough people who wanted to to do things for him that he probably didn't need Iyrin to do much of anything for him. As far as Quin Jacobs went, Iyrin liked him well enough and appreciated someone who was just as blunt as he was. As for the King, Friedrich Wittemberg, he admired his tactics and manipulative abilities and was always amused watching the charismatic leader at work. If Iyrin could learn a thing or two from him, well he wouldn't need some silly high school label to be the best at what he did once he graduated.

Iyrin was sure he could compete with Friedrich Wittemberg if he wasn't so impatient, but the King had a way with talking to people that Iyrin seriously lacked. He said what he wanted, and often people didn't appreciate what he had to say. Not that Iyrin cared, there were only a handful of people that could punish him for it and a part of him dared them to do so. It wasn't that he always challenged his 'authoritative figures',it was just that he always had a personal satisfaction of getting them worked up. As far as the 'Joker' was concerned, Iyrin had certainly put the boy to work on more than several occasions if it be fetching him a drink or holding his books for him. There was a certain satisfaction to being able to boss someone around, and watching Oliver squirm to keep up with all his insignificant demands was a sadistic satisfaction that never seemed to grow old.

He was already pondering what he was going to ask for that day, while sneaking in his last cigarette before he knew he should make an appearance in the class room. He didn't even really like smoking, and only with a absent minded gesture took part in indulging in the habit because he knew his crush smoked, and imagined he probably would taste like cigarettes if he ever had the opportunity to kiss him.

He was only half way finished when the doors to the roof top burst open, and two people came outside to practice the art of abusing their mouths to mold together in a lustful display. Iyrin was sure he hadn't been seen yet and considering it was the Queen who was putting on the show, he stayed hidden trying to finish his cigarette in peace. When he heard something of a ruckus, he perked up, throwing the bud of his addiction off to the side. The Queen had been left in tears, shouting in a fit about the bitter ending he had with his now (ex) boy friend.

Knowing he was still in service to Quin, Iyrin knew he should do something about it. He slipped in a stick of his favorite gum, a intense winter mint like flavor, putting together a rather poorly planned method of execution. With a sigh, he stepped out from around the wall that supported the door to return downstairs. "My Queen." Iyrin greeted stepping closer holding out a polite hand to offer a kiss to Quins knuckles. "Would you like me to trip him down the stairs?A broken leg will hardly do in sports."He commented plainly. "Or would you rather me take over his position to please you?" Iyrin was mostly kidding and the words were a ditch effort in Quin to halt his tears.

"Shall I leave you in peace? Or would you-...appreciate my company?"

[Perfect lnsanity]

Ichor

"Rien ne pèse....

Asoft tired yawn left Ichor lips as he gazed outside of the window, his thoughts wondering off about his family and what not in france. It really didn't take long though before someone broke his thoughts with the squeak of a chair being moved right next to him. His silver eyes would shift and look to the one who made such noise only to see Brain munching on peanuts in class. For a few seconds he would stare dully at the male not saying a word and more so just studying his form for the time being. Only when Berns moved and left the room did he move his gaze and watched the other leave. People seemed so stand offish this morning and upset.... All well.

Ichor looked back to brain and parted his lips speaking for the first time since he'd been to the school. "zon't you Dzink you should wait to eat?" Ah, seems Ichor had a long way to go with his english still. His accent was very thick and would most likely make it hard for most to understand him, but against that wasn't his problem. He didn't ask for people to talk with him or even pay him any attention. He wasn't here to make friends. A hand reached out and picked up one of the peanuts from off of the desk and was brought closer to his features. He didn't eat the thing seeing as he dislike most foreign foods. Instead he looked it over, set it down on the tip of brain's shoe, then when to looking back out the window again..

He could care less to look at the male while he spoke, and didn't seem truely worried about him even eating in class. He figured that if he make some kind of rude retard to his question, he would quickly send the other off with his own. Ichor didn't really know the male too well, so for him to even form this plan was a bit of a risk for him. He didn't even know the 'ranking' he was and really didn't care. Jacks, Jokers, kings, queens.. why care about some petty game made by random people. He didn't even understand why people followed it so much. What happen to those who didn't, what happen to those who just fully ignored the game and treated everyone like a normal person, which what they were to Ichor, normal, nothing more than that.

..tant que un secret"