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[TheRetardedUsername]

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Bada bing. ;D

<3 Openned!



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[Raekah]

[ | | V I N C E N T . N I G H T R A Y | | ]
[ V I L L A I N | III ]

'I wish they wouldn't be trapped in there forever. I hope one day, they'll come back...'

Those words echoed in the darkness that surrounded Vincent, the darkness and solitude which had seemed like an eternity. Time had long past by, and long lost to him since it was of no use there. Now, years, decades, and possibly centuries later from within the darkness; Vincent found himself in the bright sunlight because of those innocent words.

"Goddamnit all to Hell!"Vincent cursed as he found himself partially blind to the searing light, as he blindly dragged himself over to the shade of the building. It was so bright, it was painful. Had the world always been like this? He could've sworn that all he could remember.. was black. He could remember nothing else. Not even a name. Just cold, burning blackness. Then awakening to those mad scientists, finding that he'd been a guinea pig. Wretched, blasted people. They had no right. No right.

Vincent rubbed his hand over his chest, feeling a faint pain. Was this just a memory of something? He'd been hurt. But he still couldn't remember. And then those scientists, and their experiments.

Poor, naive, little fools. They had demanded he listen to them. Listen and obey. They had called him Vincent. Vincent Nightray, he remembered now. The name seemed to unlock something. Unlock something horrible. Some inner nature had rebelled, as he had reached out to stab one of them with a pair of scissors. And when he had.. they had looked in him in horror. What had he done wrong? In fact, it had felt right.

After all, how did they think they could control him? Or even control anybody, when they had been so pathetically weak.

Locked away, he was now free. Free from that darkness, and from the annoying, pesky, childish voices. He had heard them, over and over. It was such a pain to act like he'd been paying attention when all he wanted to do was get out.

And now he was.

But was he truly free from the chain of that child?

***
[[ Now we just need to throw a third human in. ;D ]]

[TheRetardedUsername]

x♣ dominic winters


[ OOC :: Sorry if the text alignment is a little off. :0 I'll fix it later, once I get on my other computer.]

"Well, sorry for being myself~ That's what you wanted, right, 'teach?"

Almost anyone can hear the young man shout miles away, his voice echoing throughout the school halls. Dominic yelled out to the adult in front of him, with the same accent he always had, and the sarcastic tone of voice he held. School... ugh. Why did he have to go again? Oh, yeah, yeah... that kid he used to talk to in his mind, aside from those other stupid voices that kept having conversations among themselves, ignoring whatever he had to say. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't even be here. The male's taunting expression soon turned slowly into a cold-hardening glare once the teacher just yelled back at him. "Ah. Well, my apologies," he grumbled to himself, hoping no one would hear. He just wanted this all to end as soon as possible. He hated it here-- how did Luminous survive attending all of these classes at once? Maybe she was used to having physical contact to all of these people now. Maybe. Besides, he's a 'normal person' trying here, or so to speak.

'I know you're a new student, but you have no right to treat anyone this way!'

Blah blah blah, I know that. But it's my decision overall to be respectful, right? He wished he could say it, but he'd just end up getting a long lecture. With a heavy sigh managing to finally escape Dominic's lips, he gave a light nod, trying to be as 'respectful' as he could. He was suprised he was yet to be sent to the office, like the others teachers had done. Ah... who knew people in reality would be such a pain? Heck, he liked it better in the darkness! Well... not really. It was awfully lonely in there-- but he wouldn't tell anyone. Sometimes, he even regrets what he had done. But, there are still many things to learn before being ready to go back. Besides, it wasn't like he was ready to die, or anything. And, admittably, he doesn't want to be killed by the person whom locked 'em up in there, even though he deserves to be. Ignoring the stares he had recieved from other students behind him, he shrugged, and began apologizing once more. He still had some manners left in him. "I'll try not to do it again. Just not used to being here, with new people..." the male pointed out, making the best innocent face he could, so he could get out of this, and fast. "It's hard making new friends nowadays. No one here even likes me, anyway," he muttered, loud enough for the teacher to hear. Haha, well, that was a lie! Well, a half lie, if you don't count the 'no one here likes me' part. He wasn't sure, nor did he care, whether or not they liked him. He doesn't need their approval.

He was just about ready to burst into sudden laughter about what he had said. It was just hilarious to him, especially if they would actually believe what Dominic had said. The teacher was developing a sympathetic look, too, which caused a large grin form across his face, followed by snickers filled with amusement, trying to hold back a massive ammount of laughter he had left in him. The boy could tell that a few people were confused at his actions.

Then, the bell rang. Oh, joy...

Before the teacher could even speak, he practically jumped out of the classroom, closing the wooden door behind him shut. It wasn't over yet, but, it's getting close. My, my, they should expect this from me, especially. It wasn't like he was trying to be just another troublemaker, even though he really is, or anything. Just likes to speak his mind, but often gets in trouble for it. What's so wrong in sharing his opinion? Well, apparently, alot of things! He was better off keeping his big mouth shut, but, obviously, that'd never happen as long as he's still here. Or as long as he still has a mouth that functions properly. With the same trademark smirk across his face, he leaned against the cold wall behind him, hoping someone would pass by that could catch his interest, and mainly, to mess with. He was, in fact, a criminal. Who knows what those stupid scientists had done to his body to make him like this? Foolish. They could've thought of the risks they would be taking before proceeding in on this. It'd be the wisest thing they'd ever do, he thought, chuckling lightly to himself at his own joke.

At least she kept him company for a small while. It was great, having to talk to someone for once, and not being ignored. And, once again, he would also never admit that. Wonder how much she's changed ever since the female 'stopped believing' in him. At least, that's what he thinks. That she stopped believing in him, after everyone kept thinking those stupid stories were lies. Oh, well. Whatever happens, happens. That's all in the past. At least now, she'll find out he was actually a real person, and that all he has said was true. Maybe even now, finding out that he was the same, classic Dominic.

With another sigh, his smirk began to fade away, his expression turning dull and uninterested once more. Once a few minutes past, he put his hands in his pockets, and started to whistle a calm tune while walking, despite what loud noise everyone kept making, which really drowned it out. Ahh... they were almost as noisy as the voices were! Annoying! Hope there was someone, somewhere, in this crowd in which he could actually stand. But, he doubted it.




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[Raekah]

[ | | V I N C E N T . N I G H T R A Y | | ]
[ V I L L A I N | III ]

Oi, oi. What brat was making so much noise at this time of day? He could hear the yelling of a young kid, teenager boy perhaps. And as a bell rang, there was the noise of a bunch of other kids too. Vincent pushed to his feet, annoyed. The silence had been rather peaceful, and now there was just a blithering crowd, an army of brats it seemed without regard for others.

Some of them were just rude while they were at it. Jeering at his clothes, they snickered behind his back, while some girls stared at him, giggling. Vincent smiled slightly in their direction, making them blush. How easily manipulated they were. But aside from that..

He should walk away. There were too many voices from these kids, voices that grated on his nerves. They talked, and talked, but they were all so annoying. He would've left, strode away if he hadn't caught sight of a young lad, a student as it were. This student was walking through the crowd without a care in the world, it seemed. Humming, relaxed, and almost ordinary. No different than one of the others were doing, or what they looked like, except the kid had an aura around him.

Darkness. Vincent could see it with his cursed red eye. It surrounded the boy, as if it were clinging to him, and no doubt, also on himself. Normal humans didn't usually have such auras, usually being colorless in that eye of his, especially since he didn't care for the masses. So was this boy a.. No. It couldn't be.

Wait. If he had been released..

There must've been others.

Vincent watched with narrowed eyes as the boy made his way through the crowd, thinking that perhaps.. he should speak to this boy later. He left the area, lingering as he put a hand to the wall and gave a silent good bye to the young lad.

See you soon, he supposed.

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( Sorry, I didn't know if you wanted to RP with your partner or not; so I'm just leaving room. I don't think Vincent could just walk up to him and ask since.. he might look like a *****. xD)

[Loveless Tale]

■Now floating up and down
■I spin, colliding into sound
■Like whales beneath me diving down
■I’m sinking to the bottom of my
■Everything that freaks me out
■The lighthouse beam has just run out
■I’m cold as cold as cold can be

■I want to swim away but don’t know how
■Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
■Let the waves up take me down
■Let the hurricane set in motion…yeah
■Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
■Let the rain come down

♥♥♥♥♥

Slinging the back pack over her shoulders, she ran down the stairs two steps at a time, brushing her teeth while doing so; her hand bobbed her toothbrush up and down each time she jumped. Crap, crap, crap, crappity crap! Stupid Luminious Young had forgotten to set her alarm (her mother left for work at five AM) so she had overslept by a couple of hours, missing a big chunk of her first class already (and possibly her second and third, too; really, though, who was counting?), but she figured that if she was quick enough, she'd reach school by the time the bell rung, signaling the start of the interval between classes. Rushing to the sink, she spat out the foamy, white paste and quickly rinsed her mouth out. Grabbing a clean, glass plate, she took a quick glance at her appearance before applying chapstick and pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Dumb clock," she muttered as she pulled open the refrigerator and snatched her bottled water, the milk carton, and butter. Taking out two slices of bread, she jammed it into the toaster and gulped down the white liquid straight from the carton while putting her water into the side pocket of her back pack. While the toast popped up, she scooped some butter with a dull knife and spread it on the burnt bread. Tripping toward the exit, Young grabbed her keys off the counter and locked the door, shoving it into her pocket quickly afterward. Running to the driveway, she started her beloved motorcycle, a beautiful, sleek, black Hypermotard 796, and drove off down the street, bread in mouth, and silently screaming about how it was burning my freakin tongue!

She wondered what he would've said if he saw how frantic she was in getting to school. It almost brought a smile to her face--almost, but she quickly dismissed the thought; after all, he was only an imaginary friend, the friend-whose-name-she-could-not-remember. Well, even if he was just a made-up guy, he sure helped her during those hard--"That was a freakin red light, jackass!" she screamed furiously, shaking her hand at a car that sped by her at sixty miles per hour when the limit was clearly only forty-five.

Finally, after what felt like thirty bajillion traffic lights, eight thousand stop signs, and twenty seven and a half years, she reached the school parking lot. With her stomach full and her beloved ride quietly slumbering in a spot specifically reserved for it, Young turned her cell phone on silent and checked the time; class was about to end, so she came at the exact moment. With a sigh, she headed for the giant doors that led to the halls, and, as she stepped inside, was absolutely amazed to find how peaceful the corridors were without the loud, noisy bunches of kids crammed inside. But then the bell rang and everyone crowded the once tranquil halls, bumping into her as they searched for their friends.

Young shook her head slightly, adjusting her luggage as she headed to her class, wondering what work she would have to make up and how to explain to her mom that she had missed part of her school day; it'd be easier to not say anything, but knowing the stupid school, they'd probably mail a letter explaining the situation. Geez, couldn't they just chill for a moment? It wasn't as though she was intentionally skipping...

Passing by her first period teacher, he raised a brow at her and crossed his arms as he leaned against the door frame, tapping his foot impatiently. Freakin shiznuts. Did she have to deal with him now?

"You're late."

Roll of the eyes and cue the sarcasm.

"NO. I'm early."

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■Where is the coastguard
■I keep looking each direction
■For a spotlight, give me something
■I need something for protection
■Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
■The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
■I’m treading for my life believe me
■How can I keep up this breathing

■Not knowing how to think
■I scream aloud began to think
■My legs and arms are broken down
■With envy for the solid ground
■I’m reaching for the life within me
■How can one man stop his ending
■I thought of just your face
■Relax, and floated into space.

[TheRetardedUsername]

" LIVE as if you'll DIE today. "xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut what if you do . . .

' Villian one? ' Seriously? What kind of name is villian one anyway? Can't the 'bad guys' these days have a real name for once?


x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!

Damn kids...

The male stopped his whistling, and just stayed where he was standing in the bustling halls, after being bumped into about five thousand times. A bit rude. Should pay more attention to their surroundings. After all, they could get hurt. Don't they care for their safety anymore? Well, judging from what he has seen today, probably not. Should learn more about their behavior. At least some apologized, while others didn't even bother saying anything to him, and just ignoring everything in sight, trying to get to class. Eh... it wasn't like he was any special from any of the HUNDREDS of people they have ran into in the past. What was with others and being late all of a sudden? It wasn't such a big deal to him. Of course, if every student here would come late to class, those 'meddling' adults would come and try to do something about it. Maybe hand out detentions, if they hadn't already decided to do that. If he was a teacher, which by far will never happen, he would also be doing that either way.

Raising his head, and tilting it a bit to the right, for some reason, something here caught him off guard for a moment. Felt kind of creepy, like someone was watching him, despite the million other pair of eyes surrounding him in the building. What kind of person would want to watch someone like him? He was just a 'normal' kid, trying to pass through here safely! Looking around, he couldn't see a thing in the middle of the large stampede of teens. Would everyday be like this one?

Since when did everyone get so tall!?

Dominic sighed heavilly, feeling slightly annoyed that his height hasn't changed for the past few years he has lived. And, he probably won't get any taller than he already is anytime soon. Guess being stuck in that stupid prison thing, which is what Dominic prefers to call it, can really change a person. Well... not really. Didn't change him one bit; just made it worse. And, probably wouldn't change anyone else either. Unless that whole thing would soften 'em up. Maybe a few people just need to learn their lesson to learn how to do the right thing. Yet, others simply preferred to be their stubborn selves and do whatever they want. Though, there was also the possibility in a few just wanting to be treated positively. Hmm... yep, those were all the explanations he would think of.

If there was anyone else, that is. He recalls having to hear other people causing mayhem like he was, just not sure if they were suffering a similar fate. Besides, it'd be pitiful if he was the only one. It'd just be more logical of there were others, too, since there were alot of scientists there. And, most likely, there would be more people to test the experiment on. Still, he's still a bit irked at why they didn't think of what bad things would happen, and why he can't remember what had happened to him before finding himself in that horrible room, which is probably because of them. They were trying to make everyone's lives better, but just made it worse.

Might as well find out who caused that whole feeling later on, even though the information he would recieve wouldn't be as important as he would think it would be at first. But, it's always nice to learn new things. Maybe it'd be involved with those horrible scientists, that kid thinking he was made-up, and the others whom locked him up for centuries, spoiling their fun for their own selfish reasons. Well, maybe not selfish reasons, since they were doing everyone else a favor. And, besides, he was also the one that did all of those crimes, which would be better described as selfish. But, that was to be expected.

As more minutes passed, the less students there were. Hmm... should just come late for next period. Might as well, since he's already recieved thousands of yelling from several teachers, and school is not even close to ending. This'll be a long day. Eh... probably shouldn't come late then. It'd just be more irritating to have to deal with. He shook his head, deciding to save it for later, and headed off to his next class. Should probably not look like an a** in front of whomever this other guy would be. It'd be great to like at least one teacher this year. So far, he thought a few just down-right hated him, and was also sure most of the other kids just thought he was weird. Well, probably not. Just 'mean.' It's like they haven't met such a cheeky person like himself before.

With a calm grin forming, he had a good feeling about this one. Of course, that feeling was often wrong.



x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!



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How can someone possibly believe a face like this could belong to a criminal?




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[Raekah]

[ | | V I N C E N T . N I G H T R A Y | | ]
[ V I L L A I N | III ]

Taking an isolated route to get off the grounds was harder done than said as Vincent wandered through the school, stepping on the cement pathways. A matronly looking woman; just an old looking lady, with hair tightly pulled back, lips pursed, and thick, owlish glasses -- one of the types of woman he despised was walking impatiently.. toward him but he was probably just imagining it. He gave her a passing glance, not bothering to give her another thought until she jerked him back by his long blonde hair.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He hissed. That had hurt! He took pride in his long hair, and now this old hag was jerking him around by it. What disrespect! Who was she, and what did think she was doing? The 'old bat' pulled him along, scowling, going on a tirade even before he could speak another word.

"You! I told you to be early!" Early for what? What did she mean?

Just who was this lady?

"My, my, No one ever listens to what I say. I repeat it over and over, but you just don't get it! No one does. They all just take me for granted! They think they can overwork me, and pay me that measly salary!" She griped and griped, pulling him along until they reached on of 'those' rooms. She didn't stop. Did she not need to breath? It seemed never-ending. God, he feared that she would choke on her words.

That'd probably be a blessing right now though.

She stopped at the door, one of the doors that he had seen kids pouring out of. It was one of the many uniformed rooms, the door inconspicously the same as the rest down the hallway. So, so sterile. Too sterile, like the labs. He might've felt a flicker of fear at the memory, if he hadn't remember all those brats went back in these rooms.


She turned abruptly toward him, opening the door with a slam!. She pushed him in, glaring like the old biddy she was. "Teach!" She slammed the door close again, leaving him alone in the room.

Alone.

In the room.

Vincent was slightly afraid to turn his head. But he did.

They were packed in the room like sardines. Crammed. What sane human would throw a bunch of brats together, together, to plot out god-knows-what.

"Who am I supposed to be?" Vincent said, a little too calmly, but he was slightly startled at all the gazes that were directed toward him.

[Loveless Tale]

■Now floating up and down
■I spin, colliding into sound
■Like whales beneath me diving down
■I’m sinking to the bottom of my
■Everything that freaks me out
■The lighthouse beam has just run out
■I’m cold as cold as cold can be

■I want to swim away but don’t know how
■Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
■Let the waves up take me down
■Let the hurricane set in motion…yeah
■Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
■Let the rain come down

♥♥♥♥♥

Dominion. Damen. Damien...? No, that's a stupid name.

Young sighed, about to run her hand through her hair until she remembered that she had it up in a messy ponytail. But there was a more pressing matter to worry about: his name. What was it? She knew it began with a D, but that was about it. Really, how many names began with that letter? She could only think of a few, and none of them sounded right. She pictured a black figure, someone with no face, and called him Darren. Ugh, no, that doesn't fit. That was what she usually did during school. While walking to her next class, she did not notice the halls were thinning, meaning that she was going to be late (again) if she did not hurry; instead, her mind was preoccupied trying to figure out his name. Needless to say, she felt slight shame that she could not remember it, but then she would feel embarrassed because he wasn't a real person, just someone she made up in her time of hurt. Still, though, it'd be nice to know instead of just referring to him as "the-friend-whose-name-she-could-not-remember." Now that was just a mouthful.

Blinking out of her thoughts, Young finally realized the situation she was in; she was pretty much the only student in the hall save for a couple of stragglers who were probably a little too high to care. Cussing under her breath, she hurried to her next class, quickening her pace. Why couldn't the district give them more time to get from one class to the next? Ten minutes sounded nice, especially if one class was millions of miles away. The ignorant losers... Maybe she could start a petition. Pfft, like anyone would agree to work with her. Maybe the punks, but surely the goody-two-shoes didn't care, and the popular idiots didn't even know of her existence--actually, no, they were fully aware of her, seeing as how she picked a fight with a couple of them before. It wasn't her fault though, they were being rude buttfaces and she just needed to teach them a lesson.

Man, was Mom pissed that day or what?

Looking up to make sure she hadn't missed her class, she noticed a lone figure in the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat, not because she suddenly was madly in love with him because that was the dumbest thing ever (love was stupid, and she thought those who fell in love at first sight were obviously very desperate and just picked the first cutie they saw). Actually, she didn't know why her breath suddenly hitched in her throat. For sure, it wasn't love, but what was it? A sort of nostalgic feeling hit her. Like she remembered him from somewhere. Like she used to know him, like they used to be friends and talk about everything and nothing.

Memories flashed back to her, memories she had long buried away deep within her mind, memories that she had tried so hard to find but could not. When she was a child, she had an imaginary friend. She couldn't recall his name, and she couldn't recall if he ever had a body to talk to her with, or if he was just a voice.

But if her imaginary friend suddenly appeared before her, and if she had to pick someone who seemed to fit him, she'd pick him, that boy only ten feet away from her.

That was a stupid thought though. Really, she needed to forget about such things; he was merely a figment of her brain, nothing more, and comparing him to real people was just not healthy. Pfft. If he had heard her thoughts--Wait! No more! No more thinking! This was getting out of hand really fast. She had to move on then, and she needed to move on now.

Still...

"Dominic..." Young mused with a small, faint smile. "That's a good name..."

Maybe it was his name.

♥♥♥♥♥

■Where is the coastguard
■I keep looking each direction
■For a spotlight, give me something
■I need something for protection
■Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
■The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
■I’m treading for my life believe me
■How can I keep up this breathing

■Not knowing how to think
■I scream aloud began to think
■My legs and arms are broken down
■With envy for the solid ground
■I’m reaching for the life within me
■How can one man stop his ending
■I thought of just your face
■Relax, and floated into space.

[TheRetardedUsername]

" LIVE as if you'll DIE today. "xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut what if you do . . .

' Villian one? ' Seriously? What kind of name is villian one anyway? Can't the 'bad guys' these days have a real name for once?


x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!

Dominic grinned a bit, getting lost in his thoughts. Ah... silence-- 'twas better suited in these halls. Couldn't hear a thing whenever the noisiness surrounds the whole building--everyone all bunched up, some looking for their classmates, and maybe even yelling out such vulgar language that seemed to happen very much lately. Even if he didn't really enjoy anything being too silent, this could be an acception, maybe. At least almost everyone else was already in their classrooms. Hmm... something about that word rings a be--

Crap! I'm still in school!

At least it hasn't wrung yet, or anything. It might be a while when he comes and arrives, but it was his fault he took up most of his time debating with himself and thinking of things that go a bit off-topic. Maybe he just developed some sort of habit of talking to himself. Eh... at least someone around here might've also been looking for their class as well. That'd be nice to know, that he wasn't the only one out here, excluding the ones that are probably ditching their classes for who-knows-what reason. Why bother to come to school at all if you're not going to go, anyway? Shaking his head lightly, the male looked down at his schedule, until he heard yelling not too far away.

'Teach!' followed by a loud slam, then revealing one of those old ladies around here at this school. Was she yelling at a teacher, or something? Wowww, even teachers are trying to ditch these days. How ironic. Maybe they were just as lazy as any other kid could ever be. Chuckling lightly at the thought, and probably looking like some crazy guy to whomever watches him do so, and grinning nervously with a slight wave as the woman passed by. She seemed to be even more crazier than he would look. Besides, seeing her yell at a fellow employee rather than a student made her sound kind of... scary. At least to Dominic, she did. Old bat. He found it somewhat amusing, though. Maybe he was just one of those newly-hired teachers, or a subsitute for that matter.

Looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was there, he saw a strangely familiar pers-- wait waaaait. That's her, right? He was sure of it, 'cept he should probably check later to see if he found the right kid. It'd be a waste of time to just find out that the female was at some other school after everything that's happened to him today. Hmm... yes. That was the plan. Just come up to her and try to ask if she remembers him or not. It was an option-- he didn't need to, and could just come up with an easier way to say it, but that was all he could think of doing for now. Hopefully, she will remember him. What was her name again? Young, right? Probably should leave that part out, or else he might sound like some crazy stalker guy at first and the girl would probably just leave him be.

With a sigh, he pushed the door open to his next class, looking up to see a blonde, long-haired teacher, looking slightly confused about what he was supposed to be doing. "Uh.. mister... teacher guy. Sorry for coming in a bit late." He grinned slightly, closing the door shut behind him, hoping that he wouldn't get mad for him calling the adult 'mister teacher guy.' In fact, either. He didn't know his name, and wasn't even sure if that 'mister' was actually a miss, either. Looks like a mister, despite the long hair.



x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!



♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣

How can someone possibly believe a face like this could belong to a criminal?




xxxxxx

[Loveless Tale]

■Now floating up and down
■I spin, colliding into sound
■Like whales beneath me diving down
■I’m sinking to the bottom of my
■Everything that freaks me out
■The lighthouse beam has just run out
■I’m cold as cold as cold can be

■I want to swim away but don’t know how
■Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
■Let the waves up take me down
■Let the hurricane set in motion…yeah
■Let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
■Let the rain come down

♥♥♥♥♥

Startled by the sudden screams, Young turned to see a screaming woman yelling--oh, it was that person. Ugh, she hated that woman; the particular teacher was always picking on Luminious. Who knows why? Maybe she held a grudge or something, but whatever. Crap! Was she coming in this direction?! Turning around, she saw the boy stare at her for a moment before entering the classroom. Funny, that was her classroom, too.

Who taught that class again? Wasn't it...Mr. Bueford or something? Ugh. If it was, she was gonna kill herself. Mr. Bueford was a little creepy with is messed up face and his weirdo stare. He was always staring at the girls in the class; thank God it was never directed at her. (At least, she never caught him looking at her) but there were some girls in that class who could be classified as walking nude with the clothes they were wearing. It was females like them that made people like Mr. Bueford very disturbing. I swear, those girls are just asking for rape! She thought with a frown and a shiver. Rape was a very scary topic; if there was anything she was scared of most, it was being sexually assaulted, and there were some people in that school that definitely fell under the title of "Creepy Person Who Would Probably Sexually Assault Someone When You're Not Looking."

Adjusting the strap of her backpack, she entered the classroom, readying herself to slap Mr. Bueford should he get within a three feet radius, but Young was surprised to see that it wasn't him but rather a blond guy. Or girl. He was a guy, right? Well, his hair was really long...but he had a masculine face with interesting, different-colored eyes. Currently, this substitute teacher (hopefully permanent substitute teacher) was conversing with the Kid-That-Reminds-Me-of-My-Imaginary-Friend-Whose-Name-Is-Possibly-Dominic. Quickly, she headed for her seat, hoping that he wouldn't count her tardy despite the fact that she had obviously been in his line of range. Sticking her butt down on the uncomfortable, wooden chair, she took out a notebook to pretend that she was studious when in actuality, she was just doodling.

Hmm...What should she make for dinner when she got home? Her mom had said that she'd be working overtime, so she'd probably have to take the food and stick it in the refrigerator... She'd have to go grocery shopping, too, since they were running out of food. Need to stock up on microwave lunches; that came in handy when Young was too lazy to cook something up. Maybe spaghetti...She could try it again. Last time she attempted to make it, she almost burned down the house.

Ugh. She remembered the laughter and mocking faces of the firefighters. And to think, she used to support them, too! The jerks...

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■Where is the coastguard
■I keep looking each direction
■For a spotlight, give me something
■I need something for protection
■Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
■The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
■I’m treading for my life believe me
■How can I keep up this breathing

■Not knowing how to think
■I scream aloud began to think
■My legs and arms are broken down
■With envy for the solid ground
■I’m reaching for the life within me
■How can one man stop his ending
■I thought of just your face
■Relax, and floated into space.

[Raekah]

[ | | V I N C E N T . N I G H T R A Y | | ]
[ V I L L A I N | III ]

Teacher. Is that what they had called him? No wonder, everyone was looking at him, he supposed.. As a teacher, they would be.. Wait. Why was he a teacher with these damn brats? And he probably couldn't leave by the looks of it. That damn lady might come after him again. He probably had to play the charade for the day until he could get the hell out of here..

Debating on that, he looked up at the young man who'd walked in rather late, with his apologies. Oh, this boy.. Right. He was the one who'd he seen earlier. What a coincidence, Vincent thought, his eyes narrowing, calculating what he'd do later.

"Don't worry about being late." He said, masking his earlier confusion with a pleasant smile. He turned to look at the other girl who walked in late. She had made a beeline for her desk, and was now writing in her notebook. Well, probably doodling or passing notes since he hadn't even started teaching anything yet. "As for that young girl, please don't sneak in, because I actually don't mind if anyone is late. There are circumstances to each situation I'm sure." He turned to look at both of them, smiling.

Like I give a damn if some brats are late.

He turned to the class, leaning on the desk. He was attracting strange stares because of his attire, and his unusual looks. Most people didn't walk around in robe like, or aristocratic clothes nowadays he supposed. His eyes he could understand, but his hair was to say the least, probably very weird. He should cut it then.. Tch. Why would he give the kids the satisfaction? Some of those students were giving him very expectant stares.

What the hell do you want? You're all like guinea pigs, waiting for orders.

"I'm Vincent Nightray.." He offered to the class, seeing as he hadn't introduced himself yet. How to find out what this class was..? Oh, the students. They'd know.

"Er-- Your teacher's left me as his replacement.." He debated if he was saying the right words. "But he forgot to leave what he'd be doing.. What class am I in, and what are you learning?" He asked the students, smiling all the while.

[MadameLeviathan]

Nicholas Jack Snowflame

Whispering to you, happy as all ways

Nick still wasn’t use to the whole, being on time idea. The sun hurt his eyes but it was better than ever going back to the darkness. ‘God That was hell.’ He thought looking at the school. He was surprised to see crowds of people pushing and shoving their way into the building that Nick decided was hell on Earth. He ran a hand through his spiked multi-colored haired and sighed in defeat. This was going to be a while before he ever got used to the idea of sitting still and listening to someone drone on and on. Nicholas wasn’t even paying attention to where he was going, that’s probably why people were looking at him weird. “Hey Rainbow, where do you think you’re going this is only for the football team.” A smug voice made Nick spin around. There was a tall, heavily built guy there looking like he swallowed two of his other friends to get that big. He looked over at the time and his surroundings and noticed he was on the other side of where he was supposed to be. “Oh, didn’t see that, Thanks for pointing that out. Keep it groovy guys.” Nick smiled, flashed the peace sign and did an about face to where he was supposed to be headed. The guys just looked at him and muttered, “Creep,” before walking away. Nick shrugged and looked at his rainbow motif outfit, wondering why they called him that. “Maybe it’s the hair.” He deducted before heading to where he was supposed to be.

After getting lost 2.3 more times, Nick finally managed to find the building he was supposed to go to. ‘Those girls are barely wearing anything at all.’ He thought shocked as the girls in skimpy outfits stood by the door. The boy just walked by them without a second glance and found the less populated way into the building. “This is so not cool.” He mumbled getting pushed around more than just an accident while he was trying to get in. He didn’t see the problem with rainbows; even that kid he talked to all those years ago said that they were okay. ‘That kid…’ His thought went back to their talks and it made a disgusting taste in Nick’s mouth surface. He had trusted that kid and look where it had gotten him.

‘The next time I see that kid……Well, I don’t know what I’ll do but I’ll do something!’

Nicholas heard the chime and the rushing occurred, because of his small stature he was pushed around some more before tripping and landing into a class room. “Ow, that was so not groovy.” He muttered rubbing his head and grabbing his stuff together. Looking around he saw a brown haired girl, a black haired dude and a ‘A chick teacher…wait that’s a dude.’ He looked around to make sure no one saw the tumble and said, “Uh, sorry teacher-dude for being late,and let me just point this out, you have some wicked cool hair.” Looking at the teacher-dude, he felt like he knew him from somewhere but shrugged it off.

((OOC: Apologies for the text being out of what I'm trying to make a better Posting Style))

You Left me, but you freed me as well

Did you Miss Me?

[Elegant Wish]

Early in the morning, just before the sun rose and illuminate the sky, Rosette Roderick stood beside her draped bedroom window with a look of loneliness across her face. Not far from her, a wide yet small nightstand painted white, laid against her bed. On top of it, a electronic alarm clock sat on the flat surface of the nightstand, with the numbers of 4:30 on the screen. At this point, people would have wonder why a pale blond female like her, would wake up her so early, just to look at the nebulous scenery outside her home. Well, the answer was a quite simple one. The reason she was even awake was because she couldn't sleep and every time she did, someone or something would wake her up. Just hearing a creek of the door or a chirp of a cricket would awaken her from her deep slumber. It was one of the many reasons she resented the fact that she was a light sleeper. Not that she expected herself to be able to sleep today, she had the same result each day. Every morning just before the sun rose, Rosette would wake up by the sound of whispers just outside her door. Though it was scary and strange, she assumed the sound came from one of the maids that would wake up every morning around the time she woke up, to clean up. It wouldn't be a surprise to her, if her assumptions were correct. Most of her life, Rosette had always been good at guessing. It didn't matter about how much she knew about the topic, all she needed to know was the problem and she would guess it right but there were times where she was incorrect. Her [enormous] ego took a beating for everyguess she had wrong which didn't make her any happier. With a quiet sigh, she pulled the small string holding the drapes away from the window and walked towards her bed while the room darken at each passing second. Before reaching her bed, Rosette grabbed one of the many romance novels on the bookshelf not far from her bed, and sat down on the bed when she had her book on her hand. Since school didn't start anytime soon, she might as well kill some time, reading a book.

Lifting her hand that was currently laying on her pillow, she touched the corner of the book and slowly turned the page as if the book was as fragile as glass. It was then, she begin to read the book settle on her lap with a look of anticipation. As hours passed, the sound of the paper being turned and a occasionally yawn coming from her mouth, could be heard throughout her bedroom. It wasn't loud. In fact, the sound were so quiet, that a person would need to strain themselves to hear it. To deep into the book, Rosette did not notice the door being opened by a young maid until she heard the female announce that the breakfast was ready. Tilting her head slightly up, she give the maid a nod and dismiss her with a wave of her hand. Once she heard the door closing behind the maid, she closed her book with a bookmark on the page she left off, and dragged herself off the bed with a muted yawn. As she walked to the door where her [large] closet was located, Rosette took one last glance at the alarm resting on her nightstand before walking inside her desired location. Inside, she took a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt accompanied with a black matching tie. Once she got the outfit she would be wearing to school, Rosette left the room and closed the door. Afterward, she went to the bathroom and begin to clean herself up. About ten minutes later, Rosette departed from the bathroom wearing the outfit she chose. A content look appeared on her face as she walked out of her room and to the dinning room. When she arrive, the room was filled with maids and butlers serving the food for her parents and a couple of the many wealthy guests her parents invited yesterday night. Rosette took one deep yet quiet breath before approaching her parents and sitting down on the chair beside her mother. "Good Morning, Mother and Father" she greeted with a proper smile. Her parents in return, only gave her a nod before talking to one of the guest who were sitting nearby. Nothing changes ... My parents are still obsess with wealth and fame she thought, a look of sadness adorning her features. It soon disappear when she caught a glimpse of her cousin beside the door. Taking her utensils, Rosette quickly ate the food that was set on her plate and excused herself from the table once she finish about 3/4 of her food. "Bye" she called out politely to everyone at the room before rushing off to see her cousin.

When she caught up to him, the two engage in a conversation about their schools while going inside the car so he could drive her to school. When they arrive to her school, she smiled at her cousin and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek before leaving. "I'll take to you later. Alex" she stated with a friendly smile and left when she lost sight of his car.While she walked to her class, Rosette replace her friendly look with a emotionless one. It wasn't long before she reached to her class and sat down on one of the chairs.Hearing the male teacher,or least she thought he was, speaking. She turned her gaze towards the male in the front of the room and a look of surprise replace her emotionless one.He seems familiar she thought before dismissing it. It wasn't possible for her to know him and even if she did, she would have remember him. He did look very unique. Especially his eyes, they reminded her of her own eyes. After a while, Rosette moved her gaze and begin to study some of the students that were in the class. Most of them seem like clones to her. There were a couple of people she found different though. One of them, was a male with onyx hair. He seemed a okay but she guessed he was one of the many guys who disrespected people. The other one was a female with reddish hair. Rosette had heard many rumors about the girl but she doubt any of them were true. The girl seem nice to her. The last one, was a male with strange yet unique hair. He was probably a prankster, judging from his looks and attitude at least. Once she was done studying the students in her room, Rosette gazed out of the window to kill the time she had left.

[ooc - Sorry for the late post. I was eating pizza with a couple of friends earlier.
Also. Please excuse my repetitive word use for some of them including the grammar. I haven't been roleplaying lately due to the lack of time I have ]

[TheRetardedUsername]

" LIVE as if you'll DIE today. "xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut what if you do . . .

' Villian one? ' Seriously? What kind of name is villian one anyway? Can't the 'bad guys' these days have a real name for once?


x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!

[ OOC :: Sorry if there are any mistakes in this. <_< I'll edit it later if I see any. xD ]

'Dont worry about being late?'

Woooww. He was beginning to like this teacher already, not caring if his students were here or not. Why wouldn't all of them be like this one-- less strict. His appearance and attire looked a bit odd, too. Uh... creative, maybe? Not like the other teachers that would just wear those plain, old clothing he's seen before. Dominic shouldn't blame him for that, though. He might just be doing this for some weird holiday in which no one knows about, some sort of theme that involves changing his clothing, or maybe this is just how he usually looks. Heheh... like I care either way. Something about this adult seemed a bit familiar to him, yet he's sure he hasn't met, or seen, him before in his life. Strange. Was this normal around here? Having to notice particular people that have familiar auras to them, or something? Guess it was, since it's been happening alot today. First, when in the halls, then Luminous, obviously, since he was sure that she would be the one who 'made him up' him or something like that even though he's real, and now this other adult-teacher-dude-person-thing.

'Looks like the feeling was right this time.'

The male sighed, his hands behind his back, before examining everyone in this room in which he hasn't seen before. They all looked the same, except this other female gazing out the window. With a blank expression, he calmly looked over the long rows of desks to see if there were any extra seats left.There was one somewhere in the middle, and there was one almost next to the window. Heck, he'd never take the one next to the window. Damn sunshine was annoying him. After years and years in the dark, it just hurt his eyes. He was slightly irked once more sunlight began making its way and brightening most of the room. After a few second, he just took a random seat next to Luminous. Dominic just glanced at her once, smiling once more before looking forward. He didn't really care what she was doing right now, since it was school. And, he didn't want to look oddly creepy, like he was just some other pervert. Just save it for later. Maybe when class is over. With the same obnoxious grin he always posessed replacing his nervous smile, Dominic paid very little attention to the male adult in front of him. It's not like that guy would be as important as any other employee around in this place. They were just doing this to get paid, give kids an education, come home, then take care of themselves and their family (if they have one.) It was quite obvious why they were doing this. This teacher still looked a bit confused on what he was supposed to do, even when introducing himself.

'Vincent Nightray,' eh? Doesn't ring a bell.

What a dissapointment. Still, something about him was a bit 'abnormal,' that doesn't involve his choice of clothing or hairstyle. There was alot of people like him, who had different cultures and everything. Maybe he was one of those nomadic people who aren't satisfied enough in just staying at one place. Rolling his eyes once he'd heard him ask what kind of class this was and what he was supposed to teach, he put on his sarcastic tone of voice and began to speak his mind once more. Hopefully, he won't get in trouble for this, either. It's not like he would care, right? Riight? "Ah? You don't know what kind of class this is," he muttered to himself, loud enough for him to hear. Ehh... who knows what he would make them do? He is, after all, a teacher, and the students have to do anything he says. Well... not really. That was an option. Either do what he says or get in trouble, and Dominic always chooses to get in trouble instead. Especially if it might make him feel a bit odd, uncomfortable, or even a bit too lazy. Well... maybe not the lazy part, if he's forced to do whatever assignment he wants the boy to do, anyway. Isn't fair for the rest of the class that they have to do it and everything.

"Mr. Nightray... right?" he asked, tilting his head a bit to the right and clearing his throat before continuing on speaking. "I suggest you improvise and come up with an idea to keep all of us busy so this won't all be such a waste of time. No, I'm not trying to be rude or anything, if you intend that I am," he said, with the friendliest grin, which looked more like a smirk, he could cough up. It still looked obnoxious. Tch, he might be one of those types that say I'm questioning the way he teaches around here or just doesn't give a damn. Might as well be polite while speaking his mind. With another sigh, blowing his bangs out of the way of his eyes, he heard the door open, revealing a male with black hair with multi-colored tips. Hmm... something about him seemed familiar also. Yet, he never seen him before. Maybe around campus. Well... no. Because of his odd clothing, he'd be easy to spot out. Well, he couldn't blame him either. Dominic was, today, looking like some sort of butler. Whoever that guy was seemed a bit nice to most people, though-- having to compliment the odd teacher.





x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!



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How can someone possibly believe a face like this could belong to a criminal?




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[Fallenangel720]

Aveline Seraphina Linette

Oh my god, we're back again
Brothers, sisters, everybody sang
Gonna bring the flavor, show you how
Gotta question for ya, better answer now.

Aveline raced down the street, trying not to get shut out of school. It took her much longer this morning to get her little brothers ready for preschool and then getting them there wasn't fun either. They fought, bit her, kicked her in the shin and screamed to not go. But she couldn't stay home with them like she wanted to. Her head was throbbing like hell today and running down the street wasn't making it feel any better. What the hell did I do to deserve this? God please be nice and say the gates are still open. But once again luck just had no dice for her. The gates were well shut and the only way into school now would be to climb the wall.

Grabbing her hair and pulling she fought the urge to scream. "For once can I just get a break? I can't even get to school on time with my freaking hell of a life." Rolling up the sleeves on her uniform she grabbed one of the vines on the wall and began to haul herself over. Her teal hair was now in serious disarray but she could give a two...ok let's not swear now Aveline. Probably flashing everyone on the street her panties she slipped over the wall and hit the dirt. Of course, she couldn't just land on her feet. No, she had to land right on her butt. Sore and tired she stood and brushed herself off. Her backpack slung over her shoulder she bolted to the doors and tried to not be too late to class.

As she got to her classroom she steeled herself for the teacher's reaction. She knew just how late she was and no exscuse was good enough for this teacher. Yet she knocked anyway and slid the door open. "I am so sorry. My brothers made me fight them to get to preschool and.." The teacher wasn't really impressed with her by the look he was giving her.

"Miss..Linette. Class started ten minutes ago. Even if you have siblings you should have let your mother handle it. I will tell you your punishment after class. Just take your seat." Yea, like my mother could do anything. She's too sick to even know who's giving her dinner. As she made her way down the rows a hair style made her take a second look. It's rainbow. Woah you don't see that everyday. Wait..rainbow? Why is that familiar? Shrugging it off she took her seat and pulled out her notebook. Oh boy was it going to be a long day.

Am I original?
(Yeah)
Am I the only one?
(Yeah)
Am I sexual?
(Yeah)
Am I everything you need?
You better rock your body now

Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody, rock your body right..