ʗᾁʈҁҕ ɱҿ ɨʄ ӌѳʉ ҁɐɳ♥ [o/a x3]

[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

♥♥♥♥♥

Hearing the teacher address her, she sat up straight, expecting him to throw a piece of chalk at her; she was relieved to see that he did no such thing, but instead, flashed a kind smile. That sent shivers of horror down her spine. She always found it weird when guys grinned at her; there was just something about the expression that made her want to crawl under a rock with a pack of gummies and never come out again. Her mother always told her that she was too paranoid, but in this day and age, with everyone getting raped and murdered and robbed every which way? There was no such thing as paranoia! It was only smart, and brilliance, the instinct of survival. That rustle of the bushes, there ain't no way it's a stupid raccoon! It's a man (and on the rare occasions, a woman) ready to pounce and take your virginity when you least expect it! Scary, right? The evil creeps... Young managed to suppress another tremble as she concentrated on her picture.

A little shading here, a little pretty line here, and...voila!

Wow... Young made a face at her "masterpiece." It was the most awful picture she had ever drawn, and all she did was draw a circle for the sun and a stick figure; how did she mess that up? A circle! For Pete's sake, it was a friggin circle with a bunch of squiggly lines! It didn't even look like a stick figure. Oh, how hopeless she was with art; no artistic ability whatsoever. She flipped to a different page and started a new doodle, mumbling under her breath about disgusting men, freaky women, and stupid pencils. Hearing the chair beside her move, she looked up to see the guy sit down, but quickly dropped her gaze despite the strange feeling of remembrance in her gut. When she thought he wasn't looking, Young glanced at him, taking in his appearance. He looked like a Dominic. His face practically screamed Dominic! Or maybe that was just the voice in her head, signaling that she had completely lost her marbles.

After his smart comments though, she had to muffle a smirk. It wasn't everyday that a student just suddenly pointed things out like that; it was obvious that he had a big mouth, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Actually, it was a very nice change; most of the kids there at the school were either losers, dorks, sluts, or some kind of boring. The boy's 'friendly grin' didn't seem too friendly, in her opinion.

So, yes, it would sometimes get lonely at the school. There was no one for her to talk to, not that she was looking for someone to call a friend or whatever. Young was a strong, independent girl; she didn't need to count on anyone to help her up when she fell or give her a hug when she was scared. She didn't need someone to rub her back when she felt sick or to whisper sweet words when she was hurt. Nope. She could force herself up on her feet; she could scold herself for being weak, open her eyes to persuade herself that nothing was there, hiding in the darkness. She could do it all without help. Just like him. She had always thought that he had been strong, too.

Sigh. Another awful picture. She ripped the page out and crumbled it into a small ball before randomly chucking it behind her.

♥♥♥♥♥

■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.

[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.

Sitting with the pencil in her mouth her eyes kept drifting around the room. Black hair, blond hair, brown hair, rainbow hair. How do you even get rainow colored hair? Since she was listing all the hair colors in the room in her head she added her own, teal. Counting the teachers ugly hair which made him look really girlie she counted that most of the people at one point or another had died their hair. Pointless to think about it but this class was pretty pointless. Why the hell do I need to learn Geometry? I am not going to be a rocket scientist. No her future was set in stone already. She would grow old caring for her baby brothers while attempting to write a book that just never seemed to come out right.

For the third time her eyes stopped on the rainbow hair and she just couldn't take it anymore. Fine, after class I'll ask his name and ask him how he got his hair to do that. Then maybe my eyes will stop looking at it. Pulling the pencil from her mouth showed it to be chewed to bits. So much for her eraser. Taking another out of her bag she put that one into her mouth. Bad habit, but it was almost impossible to break.

Drone..drone..blah blah blah. Is the class over yet? I'd rather be in literature at least I get to do what I want there. Deciding that she had payed enough attention to numbers she reached into her bag and pulled out her literature notebook. Currently in the middle of a story, having to do with a female heroine and lots of demons. The heroine was currently in the clutches of her worst enemy, Kristoph leader of the wolf demons. Her pencil only scribbling when the teacher wanted something written she progressed her story. Ok, now for an unwanted savior. Looks, name, age and height would be good. But I'm totally out of ideas right now. Her eyes went back to the rainbow hair. Oh hell no am I using a rainbow haired person to save my tough heroine. Even I would not be that desperate. Deciding it could wait she layed her head on her arms and let her mind imagine better things.

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..

[le vide blanc]

Well of course she knew what she was doing. Geneva finished with top honors as a trainee when she was just starting in the hunting business. That was when she was underage, too. Now she was more mature than she was before... less foolish. She didn't know how she found herself once again, sitting down in a lonely coffee store, trying to figure things out. After the death of her beloved thanks to his friends' science experiment, she thought she had nothing to do with chaos any more... no malice, all but peace and despair in her life. But she was wrong. The company she worked for called her back in action... once again she was a hunter... chasing after some freak. She was having a hard time doing it because any way she looked at it, it was either driven by her desire for revenge or to her worse judgment. Revenge that wasn't just since technically it was an accident that killed him... but that didn't matter any more.

Damn them of course. Geneva didn't chose this. She would rather sit at home and cry about the lost of her love. She would rather chose the weaker side of her with emotions that she had neglected over the years of being a hunter. But the girl was not given that choice. Once and for all, after she had completed this mission, she would be liberated. All she had to do was find that freak and kill him. Alright, her orders did not require her to kill... but she liked that idea better. Rather fitting. Not that you can blame her. She was not the perfect hunter because, well... she had a heart. She had emotions despite the thick border that she had placed between them and herself.

After finishing her coffee, she stood as slowly as she could and walked the streets. She had one destination, to that place where he was last headed. Geneva refused to call him his proper name... how could a mistake in the plans of gods be worthy of a name? She didn't get it. She didn't get why he was even allowed to live. The dead should remain as is... but still a part of her couldn't help but think that maybe they shouldn't... in that way... maybe just maybe her beloved could be risen up too, but that's a sin. She wasn't going to be the same as the very people she hated for bringing life to the dead.

School. He headed into a school... what the hell... Geneva didn't bother. She strolled right in without thinking. No one seemed to have cared as a twenty year old lady just walked inside a school with no reason or permit. The world is strange nowadays.

He was inside a classroom... hell let lose to know what that freak was doing in there. This was a set back... how the hell was she going to kill someone in front off that (not so) innocent spectators? She was going to have to think of a different plan... and fast. People would notice that some random person was just standing in the middle of the hallway, looking in through a door...

)( oh oh see : >w< Sorry, I didn't know how to "spring" into action... crappy post. )(

[Raekah]

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

Kids just kept coming in, late, one after another. He didn't mind but he could see how a teacher would be annoyed with that. And he had a few peculiar looks headed his way, and even something like a compliment from the rainbow-haired kid. Not sure how he felt, being complimented by that one. Then that girl he had mentioned doodling just looked at him strangely. And that emotionless one in back.. He felt a jolt of recognition. She hadn't spoke but she.. No, he wasn't sure. His gaze only rested on her for a split moment, as he looked away.

"Okay.." What had the boy said? Oh yes. Vincent smiled a little too nicely towards the black haired young man."I'll just admit it." He sat himself on the desk, taking a pair or scissors as he twirled it around his finger. He had a bunch of students that were zoning out, when he barely said anything yet.

"To keep you guys, busy then, self study. And do you know why?" He looked at the confused faces of the students, personally not caring what they may say. "Your teacher's mistaked me for someone else." He said, sighing.

"Yea, teachers can make mistakes. Big mistakes." He said dryly. None of them could've missed how the old biddy had thrown him in here, unless they had been late. Oh, too much late people..

"Did you see the old lady outside? She just threw me in here. She's one scary hag. How in the world would you be able to talk to her, when she doesn't have to time to breathe?" He muttered. "Oh, forgive me. I am complaining to you students. Don't you honestly find her scary?" He had stepped down from his seat, wandering aimlessly around the room, weaving between the desks, and pausing at the dark haired young man.

An abrupt change as it were, took over him. He had moved on from the topic of that old teacher, but everyone probably assumed this was his reprimand for the earlier comment the kid had thrown out.

Surprisingly enough, he wasn't talking about that.

"Should we talk later about being in the dark?" Vincent was pretty sure he had the right person. If so, it would be rather clear if the kid was really who he'd thought he was. He also leaned to whisper something, a piece of advice as it were. "If you are one of them, Don't smirk too much." He gave a pointed look. "After all, I don't think, you should be too rude to your elders. Someone might notice."

Vincent turned away from the dark-haired young kid to turn to look at the door. He had felt something.. off, all of a sudden. No, the air had changed. Was he feeling threatened..? Tch. He'd kill whoever was in his way anyways.. but he didn't want to go back to the darkness. That eternal solitude, where those blasted annoying voices echoed. There had been only one voice that had spoken to him.. His hand clenched as he gave another quick look to the emotionless, but rather petite lady in the corner.

It wasn't her. He hadn't even known her well enough. What if.. A voice nagged on his conscience.. Or was it his conscience? He could've sworn he didn't have one.

***

Fallenangel720@ Btw, if you're in the same class with the ranbowed-hair kid, you might be in Vincent's class. But then again, maybe another one? It's not the same teacher like in your post or anything. o_o;;

EDITED for the hunter's post in the last paragraph. :O

[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 sighed, his eyes drifting off toward Young's direction, after hearing the female crumple up the piece of paper she was working on. Hmm... she knew who he was, right? Not sure, since he didn't see the female look at him for a moment. Well, the girl had to be the right one! It'd be a bit stupid to mistake her for someone else, he thought, shaking his head lightly to himself. But, things like that happen. Grinning, he watched the female for a few more seconds before listening to the teacher once more, which was a bit odd, because, normally, he wouldn't really pay attention. Dominic raised an eyebrow as he listened to the adult's story. Was that true... eh? Well, probably. Not only students make mistakes, but teachers do, too. What ever happened to the other teacher, anyway? Sick, or something? Like he cares why the other teacher wasn't here.

Mistaken for a teacher? Seriously, he thought, laughing about it in his own mind, while his current expression just kept the same, foolish smirk, as always. He was the one being yelled at by that scary old bat from earlier? The male almost felt bad for him. "Looks like you're stuck in here, too, then," he said with a light chuckle. He didn't even know what they were teaching around here. And, the man couldn't leave, or else that crazy lady walking around campus would catch him and throw the guy back in the same classroom, yelling and shouting furiously. It'd also be embarrassing if that happened in front of his next class. Shouldn't have just come here if that was going to happen, anyway. Hmm... well, why was he here? Waiting for a child, or something? Maybe he was just a really old-looking student. He hadn't even thought of the possibility in him being one of them. Dominic watched as he paused suspisciously. Eh? What would he want from him? Maybe an office referral, for his smart remarks, or something, like he got from a few other teachers. Well, no, since he hasn't really said anything a bit rude. Yet, that is.

'Should we talk about being in the dark?'

His comment made the young male's smirk dissapear. How did he know about the dark? Was he one of the weird hunters, or something? Or one of the criminals there? Of course, like he was thinking earlier, the scientists couldn't just be working on one human. What were they trying to do, anyway? He tried remembering, but he just couldn't. Listening to the adult speak, he just looked at him emotionless, trying his best not to send a glare toward him. I knew there was something about this guy, he thought, raising his hand and covering his mouth in order to force himself not to say anything, suprisingly. Sighing once more, in order not to look weird or anything in front of the other students, he simply just stared and examined at the man before him, paying close to every little detail before he looked away to turn to the door.

"Guess there are more," he muttered to himself, his smirk returning.

Well, this'll be interesting, then, hopefully.



x♣ aren't rules meant to be broken ?!



♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣ ♣

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




xxxxxx

[le vide blanc]

The sound of his voice made Geneva wrench inside. Her hands clenched tightly into white fists when the monstrosity looked over her way. This was the very reason why she forced herself into doing this; to rid the world off what was not supposed to be in there... her target was not the only one. There were also other mistakes in there... but none of them were her concern. She cannot just kill all of them, the other hunters might not be so kindly if she even attempted to correct the other sins. But first she had to... she turned her head, hearing the sound of footsteps nearing her. It was an old lady, looking at her with a certain irritation, looking more and more angrier as she approached.

Geneva stared at her blankly as she said, "And who might you be? What are you doing here gawking?" the dark haired girl barely parted he mouth open to answer, but the elder lady spoke once more, "Oh. It's you! You are the inspector from the board, yes? I though you were coming tomorrow... I'm sorry, it's such a crazy morning I forgot..."
Geneva nodded, glad for the opportunity but a bit appalled. Was it her lucky day or was this lady just really stupid? The lady ushered her into the room she was looking at. No. She didn't want to be in there... the very thought of being in the same room with those vile freaks made her want to punch the lady. But then again, in this way, she could keep an eye on those people without them actually knowing. It had so much advantages than the drawbacks, the good decision was obvious, but she resented it.

The lady cleared her throat, dressing the whole class, looking at the teacher. Ha. Right. She smiled kindly and said, "This is the inspector for the board... she'll be here in the class, but pay no heed for her, just get on with what you all are doing... she's just here to watch."
She might have said something so natural, but Geneva could hear the warning in her voice... poor lady. All she wanted was the best for her school, and she was being hassled by liars and deceivers... that including the dark haired girl herself.

Most of the kids barely paid attention. Geneva didn't care less really, typical kids and their attitudes. She nodded, taking a seat on a table in the front corner. Satisfied, the old lady left the room. Geneva looked around the class... a number of them were one of those faulted science experiments, how she could tell? She didn't know. She didn't care. All she was concerned about was the person one in front of the class. Ugh. She wondered how long she could keep calm before she snaps to jump at him. Patience was not a virtue in a hunter's life, but a way of life itself.

What are they doing here with children? Are they plotting something concerning these children? What the hell were they thinking? Or here by chance perhaps? Nah... or maybe... Why does she care? As long as everyone was safe and unharmed, she had no right to just hurt her target. Geneva looked down at her lap, trying to pay attention without actually looking, by this maybe she can contain herself.

[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

♥♥♥♥♥

Ugh, another bad picture. She sighed, shaking her head and crumbling the drawing up to throw it over her shoulder. Could she not do anything right? Goodness gracious, even a three year old could draw better than her! How embarrassing was that? The teacher started to speak, but she wasn't paying much attention to him; honestly, she never really paid attention to any teacher. They just talked and talked, droning on and on and on while she daydreamed or doodle or...did something other than listening to them lecture their tongues off. Why would they even pursue this career, she would always wonder. Blinking out of her inward rant, Young continued her artwork, promising herself that this one would turn out much better! After all, she was only drawing the sun and some clouds; if it didn't turn out at least decent, someone was going to die...

Was he a good artist? Bah. That didn't matter. Only a figment of her imagination. Why couldn't she get that through her thick head?

Abruptly, the blond guy started walking toward their desks. Looking up from her paper, she watched as he leaned in to the Dominic-Look-Alike and whisper something. From where she was, she couldn't hear what the man was saying, but from the boy's expression, she was able to deduce that it wasn't about sunshine and rainbows. Almost instantaneously, the teen's arrogant grin vanished, replaced by a rather morbid frown. His hand quickly covered his mouth as his eyes got a faraway look, as though he was thinking about something, about topics that were absolutely off limits. Suddenly, he didn't look her age anymore. Instead, he seemed to be years older, a person who had experienced things she could never even begin to imagine.

And Young felt a little pity for him. It was a very unusual feeling; normally, she was cold-hearted girl and didn't care about what happened to others (to an extent anyways). Mostly, it was because she didn't have the time to deal with them, always worrying about her own problems and how her mother was faring. Sure, if someone was in a car accident and severely injured, she'd call the cops before they bled to death, but it wasn't as though she was going to go out of her way to comfort a crying child or a depressed teen. But, he really did remind her of her long lost friend, the way he spoke, the way he held himself, his mannerisms; it was as though he had come to life. Those faint feelings she used to have for him, her not-real, best friend, may have sprouted up seeing this clone, which was the only reason why she felt such things for the boy; as a result though, the words escaped her lips as if they had a life of their own.

"Dominic, you okay?" Crap! She wasn't supposed to say anything, much less use the name she gave him! His name probably wasn't even Dominic; it probably didn't even begin with a D! How stupid could she get? She was going to completely ignore him and pretend it never happened, but then she realized that she couldn't exactly do such a thing. For one thing, he'd think she was an absolute freak, and another thing...it was just...very weird. Hoping that he didn't notice the sudden panic and hesitance, she continued. "Whatever he said, don't worry about it. Teachers are jackasses anyways." The teach had, most likely, reprimanded "Dominic" for his words.

Not a second later, the door opened and in walked...the crazy woman. Quickly, Young closed her notebook, just in case the nutcase came walking around to check that everyone was paying attention. Fortunately, that didn't happen, for she had just entered to announce that someone would be observing them. Funny...that black-haired lady didn't look like someone from the board. She didn't even have a clipboard and pencil to take notes.

Whatever. Adults were strange these days.

♥♥♥♥♥

■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.

[Elegant Wish]

From her seat, the blond female sitting beside the window, glanced below her and notice the students from the physical education class had came out from the changing room. Without thinking, she scooted closer to the window and peered down below so she would be able to see the students. When her gaze landed on a group of people, a burst emotions stirred inside her when she saw a smile on each of their faces. Seems like their happy without me she thought sadly, paying little heed to the teacher's words. The group of people she was staring at, were her closest friends before the horrible incident happen.

The incident was started by one girl who hated her with passion. Her name was Elisa, one of most popular student in the school. When Rosette first came to this school, she had caught many people attentions including Elisa. What caught their attention was the money and beauty she possessed. It seem like some of the students wanted to have wealthy friend so they decided to befriend her with greedy intentions. At first, Rosette was pleased with the amount of people who wanted to help her but when she found out their intentions, she shunned them away with a glare. Elisa was one of the many people she acted rude too. On the last day of her freshman years, Elisa came up to her and tried to befriend her once more but this time she apologize. Rosette would have accepted the apology but she detected the girl was lying and immediately told her to leave her alone. It seem like that was the first time the girl got rejected since her face slowly turned red with anger.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Rosette tried to walk away but got stop by one of Elisa's friends. Each and one of them looked as if they wanted to hurt her which they tried to do but was stopped by a teacher who was passing by. Just before they left, Rosette smirked smugly and insulted them in front of everyone. At the moment, Rosette was one of the most hated person to Elisa and her friends. Soon enough, they begin to sabotage her life with embarrassing pranks and insults. In return, Rosette returned their pranks and insult with equal force. After a couple of weeks of the same cycle, she was befriended by people who also hated Elisa. They became close through out the second and third year of high school.

Unfortunately for her, Elisa and her friends had already planned to break her friendship with her friends by framing her. In the last day of school, they framed her of telling people her friend's secret and how they found out about her friend's secret was still a mystery to her. Right at that moment, everyone one of them moved their gaze towards her and glared. Without hearing her explanation, they abandon her the next school year. Treating her as if she didn't even exist. Sure, she could have tried to explain but what was the point ? They didn't even try to hear her side of the story and beside, it wasn't like she did anything wrong. Since then, Rosette never really bother trying to make friends after the second incident.

When she heard the door open and a feminine voice, she broke out of her daze and turned toward the source. The first thing Rosette notice was the girl odd hair color. It was teal, a color she never saw any human possess. After blinking a couple of times, Rosette laid her head against her palm and watched the two converse. As the room got quiet, she was about to fall asleep but was awoken when the door open again once more. This time a [beautiful] older looking female followed by the old woman she immensely hated, came in . With a sigh, she straighten up her stance and decided to look at the teacher for the remaining time of the class.

Although Rosette never met the teacher she recalled was Vincent, she had a odd feeling that she knew him which was a bit strange in her opinion. But there was one person who liked exactly liked him, the person was her imaginary friend, someone she forgotten long ago. Is he ? .... No ... that can't be possible. Imaginary friends don't become human beings ... but he looks exactly like him ...

Her thoughts were shatter when she saw the male glancing towards her direction. Tilting her head to the side, Rosette decided to see what was troubling him when she saw him clenching his hand. "Is there something a matter, Vincent ?" she asked curiously.

[ooc - Sorry for rambling. My grammar is horrible ... so I try to edit the mistakes when I see them]

[X.x.XArtemus~SamaX.x.X]

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Light, it was weird. Sure, pure darkness for what seemed like an eternity was weird too but being removed from one and shoved into another, completely different thing was...more abnormal? The light hurt...not a lot, just a dull ache on her retinas. Remy was beginning to wonder if she would ever get used to the light, then again, it was better than being shrouded in darkness. That made shivers rack her body in torment, it had been torment. She was surprised she hadn't succumbed to insanity. Insanity, oh, that would have been Heaven in that Hell hole. No wait...it was more like an abysmal pit, Hell was warm and bright, despite it's intended nature.

Life here was..different to say the least. To the others, she did seem like a creature from the abyss. Weird, creepy...like something that would come from under your kids beds and eat them, then pick it's teeth with their femurs or something. The thought made Remy snort, but it hurt a little too. The truth always did. She had seen what she looked like now...probably a result of the experiments...or the 'accident'. What she could remember of it, but it was hard to place the memories. She couldn't remember what she looked like before it all happened. The accident, her death and the experiments. It was all bullshit, why did this stuff have to happen? She would live...or...whatever, exist then. She would exist to be what she was...whatever that was.

Remy fished around into the green, patched and badly worn but sturdy and rugged messenger slung around her shoulder. She extracted a pair of sunglasses and placed them over her eyes. Better. Much better. These things were damn near useful. Sunglasses, that's what they called them. She had never heard of them...were they even around when she was alive? Who knows. That wasn't the important matter, the important matter was getting to that school she had enrolled herself in. She figured she might as well see what had happened all these years...see if anything changed, something along those lines. Get a feel for the world she missed out on while vacationing in Hell.

"Mm, here you are," she murmured, gazing up at the school. "Welp, let's get this party started." Remy began her ascent up the stairs and yanked opne the door. Yep, school had changed a little since she was a kid...or was she still? That was up for debate.
"You! What are you doing wondering around the halls?" She heard something screech from behind, turning to see a teacher skittering towards her. "Apparently the teachers haven't failed to change.." she murmured as the woman approached her. "Um..recently enrolled, student, y'know?"
"Oh, really? I had no idea. Do not mess with me or you will not be punishment."
"Sounds kinky, but I really need to get to class." The vocabularly had changed too and she had not failed to pick up a few humorous things.
The teacher's face grew red, a sure sign of anger if any.
"Yes, you do and take off those ridiculous sunglasses, you're inside?"
"I know I'm....allergic to the sun..?" She tried with a crooked grin.
"Allergic to the sun, I've heard everything now," she old woman hissed, yanking them off Remy's face and stepping back in shock. "Dear God...that's....awful looking!"
"Gee, thanks. Like I said: Allergic. To. The. Sun. Can I have those back now, please?" She yanked the glasses out of the moritified teacher's hand, put them back on and proceed to walk onward.
Damn..what happened to inner beauty?

It took a bit but she reached the classroom and opened the door; quietly shuffling inside. "Yes, I'm late, I know. Add a detention or something if you want, I've already racked up the possibility of one with another teacher," she said, closing the door behind her and gazing around the room. Mm, colourful bunch, aren't we? She noted the various colours of hair and eyes, putting her own bland, sable hair to shame. However, most of the eyes, heterochromial or not appeared more docile than hers. Remy looked around at the vacant chairs now, found one and took her seat.



Xx( Ah! Sorry it took so long to post. Dx )xX

Whatever happened to inner beauty...?

[Raekah]

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

"Welcome." Vincent said, pleasantly..

Vincent had noticed the young lady had been ushered in, walked in by that old biddy from earlier. An observer they had said? Damn wrong, he thought with narrowed eyes. She'd been hovering outside around the classroom earlier. And she had the look of a seasoned killer as it were. No, she didn't give it away. It was just a feeling he had, because when you were one yourself, it was rather easy to see it within others.. The rest of these kids, or almost all of them seemed childishly innocent next to her.

Oh, another young girl had walked in. She said something about detention but he just waved her in as he said, "It doesn't matter if you're late. You've already had to deal with that old teacher outside, don't you think? I think that's punishment enough." He gave her a amused smile, before turning to briefly look at this 'observer' again. He gave another brief smile in her direction, although admittedly, he could feel her.. dislike. Oh, now she was focusing on her lap. She gave herself away, giving his suspicions more credence, because if she really 'had' been an observer, wouldn't she be asking how he taught the class?

"As you're from the.. school board." He said, pausing deliberately. "Please don't hesitate to look around.. and grade." He did feel a need to purposely aggravate her, did he not?

After all, was she here to 'grade', or look for somebody? He didn't doubt she had a weapon, because, they always do. Being in this class, full of kids, he doubted she could do anything here though. Even they should know better, he supposed. It would be awfully vulgar if she had started something, and it'd be rather troublesome...

"Vincent?"

Vincent turned towards the sound of the voice, a rather sweet, innocent sounding voice. It was from that young woman earlier, the rather petite and quiet sounding one. He was surprised to hear her speak to him, yet.. he knew, knew that voice. He'd never forgotten it. She had seemed oddly familiar, and now he had known why. But he could've been mistaken. No, He could never mistake the voice. If it was her.. She probably wouldn't remember him, after all. She'd been young. Still, it couldn't be, could it?

Liar. You know better.

Vincent ignored the nagging voice, because this was the voice that had told him he'd never get out. And he did. What more could it say to him? How much more could it taunt him? It was useless.. And if she was or if she wasn't, would it make a difference? He ignored it, drowning it out as he leaned down, crouching by her desk.. The young lady had asked him a question after all. Shouldn't he answer? She'd been concerned, and one should never leave a lady unanswered.

"I'm fine. A young, beautiful lady like you shouldn't be too concerned about me." He smiled, and as the words slipped past his lips.. It wasn't all a lie. Even if this young woman wasn't the one? If, nothing else, he thought of her as a brat.. But perhaps a sweet one, he conceded.

Even brats, he supposed could be nice.

(I KNOW I'm jumping around in my post, but I'm too tired to fix it. D;. I will, tomorrow but I apologize in advance to whoever reads it. I figured I should post it before I forget to.)

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


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Tch. Shouldn't look too suspiscious, or anything.

Once he started to recieve strange stares from people, all he could think of doing was to ignore them. Normally, he wouldn't really care-- but it was just making him feel a bit more awkward, knowing that people were just sending him blank looks all of a sudden. Taking out an obnoxiously thick book from his backpack, and setting the thing in front of him, leaning more against his seat to ensure they would stop, he continued to listen to the door opening and closing repeatedly. How many kids were coming in late? Really, besides him, about now, the 'was-mistaken-for-a-teacher" dude should start giving warnings to kids, since it was starting to get annoying. Well, it was annoying before at the third student that came, but you get the point.

The male looked to his side, after hearing Luminous call him. "Ah, it was nothi--" he said, pausing and closing his mouth, before his expression soon started to brighten with the same smirk he always had. So, this kid was the right one. Good thing, or else he would've just been very upset about it. After all, the only reason he was here, sitting in the middle of this dreaded classroom, was because of her. And, now that she knew his name without him having to tell anybody or introduce himself in front of her, the boy was sure about it. "My, my, that's a relief. I thought you didn't remember~," he continued nonchalantly, followed by a small shrug. Hopefully, she wouldn't try to ignore him for Dominic knowing who she was. Besides, he'd just try to pester her, or something.

With his smirk soon turning into a friendlier grin for a moment, another student came in. Ehh... there's too much kids in here.

[[ Sorry for the short post. ;O wasn't very much to write. ]]



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And to think, she would actually choose a better school to go to, or something. My, my, why did she choose a school, anyway?

Could've made his job easier by choosing to live in some alleyway, or ditch. Instead, she chose some stupid building crowded with horrible children. That's what he feared the most-- being stuck with THOUSANDS of obnoxious teenage brats, even though he appeared to be one. The calm ones were much more favorable than the others. As long as they don't annoy him, or anything. It'll be just fine. Dunno why she chose this place. It's all filled with... learning. Not like he needed to get smarter. He didn't care about history or any of that. Math? Tch, like he needs to learn that crap all over again. Science? He always thought people acutally having the nerve to disect frogs and cow eyes were kind of gross. Then there's English. He's speaking it! What more can they ask for? Besides, being a hunter doesn't really need most of those things.

With a small yawn, the blue-haired male began to wander around campus. At least it's better here, instead of that crowded office. It was also quite hard to get in, without people questioning him about his parents, or without people having to laugh or mock his 'made-up' name. He could ensure them that it was 100% his real name! Besides, he happened to like being Vanity Crow, while those stupid adults with much more ridiculous-sounding ones kept whispering amongst eachother about what kind of person would name their child Vanity. Tch... like theirs are any better than his. At least, he was as a student, only to find himself walking around aimlessly and skipping most of his classes, pushing his glasses up like he always did when wearing them.

"So, what'cha think of this place, Shift?"

For some reason, he was seen talking to this long chain wrapped around his arm, and the blade hanging down, almost touching the ground. And, most of all, he even named it. He sure did look crazy, getting strange stares from others he passed by, but not too strange in case they thought he would go 'beserk and start chopping their heads off.' Ehh, he's a bit too lazy to spend his time with anyone else other than himself, unless he's doing his job and everything. Which he always is.

'Horrible. Smoggy, crowded... it's perfect.'

Crow sighed. Seriously? He would agree with half of that, except the perfect part. Damn weapon needed to agree with his opinions more often. Besides, he brings the thing everywhere. And, most of all, the weapon doesn't like being stuffed in his backpack, or anything, and will later on just continue nagging and nagging him about not to. It was horrible. He even wishes the thing would learn to shut up once in a while. He preferred the quiet, after all. Then, his walking was interrupted by hearing a teacher's voice from afar. "Ack!" Quickly, he chucked the weapon into his backpack, ignoring the yells he recieved from it and zipped it back closed before smiling sweetly at the teacher, hoping she wouldn't have seen him with it. Don't want to get expelled. Then came the various yelling.

'What are you doing out of class!?' was the first thing that came out of that old lady's mouth. "I... uh, got lost," he used as an excusing, pointing to a random classroom in his schedule. 'Fine, if you insist. I'll take you there.' Wait... what? He was going to get dragged around by this stupid teacher? "No, no, I can go myself!" That was a lie, and she knew it was, for some strange reason. 'Don't be stupid!" was the only thing he'd heard from her, before the lady grabbed him by the collar, and started to walk toward the classroom, no matter how much he tried to go on his way. He only heard laughs from his backpack, which made him and the female feel irritated. He was very much childish in these kinds of situations.

Then came the door. "No, noooooo! I need to--" he shouted, before he was thrown in there with the rest of the kids, and teacher. 'And tuck in your shirt! Fix up your posture, too! You don't want to be a hunch-back, do you?' Constantly being nagged, he finally let out, "Who are you, my mother?!" Hopefully, she wouldn't be. That's just... horrible. Finally, the lady left, leaving him there, on the ground. Oh... noo... it was a classroom. His fears have come true! Being almost as scared to even turn around, it seemed (to him) there was all FIVE THOUSAND kids in the room. And he embarrassed himself in front of almost all of them. With a sigh, he quickly got up, and brushed his clothes off, before facing the rest of the class, trying to look like himself. The teacher had quite the long hair, and there was an older-looking lady, whom he noticed was one of the other hunters, watching the class. Was quite creepy, but schools were so complex these days.

Sighing, he scanned the classroom, looking in front of him and seeing Remy LeRou there. Hmm... she was the one he was 'gonna hunt down, right? Greaat. Making his job easier. For once, he was happy that he was forced in here. He didn't care about the other experiments in the class. He just wanted to capture that one. "Yeah... I'll just... sit over there," he said to the teacher, laughing nervously before sighing, then proceeding to walk. On the way, he just began sending random 'death glares' to Remy, and the 'I'm watching you' gesture, before taking a seat inside.

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Once she had settled herself in her seat, Remy leant back and placed her hands behind her head to watch the teach do his thing. Only when she was part of the throng did Remy realize how big it was, but at least it was only moderately noisy. A few chatters here and there, maybe some murmurs. The feminine looking teach at the head of the class seemed to contribute the most noise, but it wouldn't make sense if he didn't. Remy focused away from the chatter and instead redirected it at the classroom itself. It seemed that classrooms hadn't changed much either; at least something's kept their originality in this new world.


Remy's ears perked ever so slightly as the door opened again. She could hear the old woman that had confronted her in the hall had struck again. Poor soul, whoever it was that had been caught in her academic clutches. The guy that entered was...weird at best. Kinda...nervous and lost looking. Apparently he was out of his element and uncomfortable as a result. We're all going to asphyxiate if any more people join this class. She thought to herself, watching the new comer look in her direction. What're you looking at? Remy watched him carefully from behind the tint of her sunglasses as he made his way to a seat.


The subtle death glares and the 'I'm watching you' thing were enough to crank up the weird meter. What was this guy's problem? She hadn't seem him around before...at least she didn't think she had. Why was he acting like this? Probably some kid tricked out on drugs or something, nothing important to contend with for now. If the antics continued, it could prove problematic but she would deal with that when the time came. Instead, she reclined a little more in her chair and paid him no real mind. Maybe he'd bugger off once he realized she wasn't up to playing into his little head games.

Whatever happened to inner beauty...?

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That smile he gave made her want to revolt... but at the same time it told her that he could see through her facade... something about the way he looked at her just told her that. Even the way he implied to almost everyone that she was not from the board. As if he wasn't a liar either, what a b*****d. Geneva, as a hunter, was trained to observe even the slightest gear change in every person, and this one just shifted from neutral to trying to play mind games with her. Fine. He thought he was the only one who was capable of that? Dead wrong.

Geneva shot him an empty glance... those eyes were quite something... and hair, too. Hasn't any one notice how abnormal he looked? How could something so vile be painted with such a beautiful face? At the back of her mind she could hear the first rule of being a hunter repeated to her like a spell; Be not attached. Be not attached. Be not attached. Why? Of course she didn't mean anything by that... just pointing it out. Nothing more. Is there? No. Of course not. He was a target... one who was trying to live life as normal a he could... but he has to go... he was a mistake that needs correcting. A sin that needed redemption.

She watched as another girl entered the room. That one looked like she was angry at the world... she was a sin, Geneva could tell. No matter, it wasn't like she was going to hunt every single one of them. The other hunters would take her head if she does. The one who came after her looked like he didn't care about the world. She didn't have any business with that one, or the one that came in rather... obnoxiously. The last two were hunters... they have that aura around them to show. She already felt resentment towards the last kid that entered. Although, again, there was something about him. This place was a full house. Everyone who was not supposed to be here was here... it was too crowded she could have sworn if she wasn't trying hard enough she would have walked out here a long time ago.

Geneva cleared her throat, looking at the class and back at the person one in front of her. She had no intention of dropping her disguise just yet even if everyone had probably seen through it already. It was like a big game of pretend and cat and mouse... only the mouses might not know the lingering presence of the cats. Who was who was the question, but it didn't matter. Her face wiped off emotions as she said to him, "Pardon my interruption... but is this how you always teach your classes? Seems like a mess for a teacher, Mister... I'm afraid I didn't quite catch your name." Geneva paused, looking at the class. She addressed to them, "As for the rest of you... behave like you are in a classroom... this class is quite huge, so please."