Blue's Notepad ^_^ Please Do Not Post

[The Blue Blob]

साहस व्यक्तित्व शक्ति महत्वाकांक्षा विश्वास

courage, individulaity, power, ambition, belief

Does what it says on the tin ^_^

Page 1 = Stuff for reference,
Page 2 = Post format coding,
Page 3 = Profiles in progress/awaiting approval,

Post 1 - Symbols
Post 2 - Poppy seeds and petty weeds timetable
Post 3 - Reserved
Post 4 - Reserved
Post 5 - Reserved

☆☆☆☆☆ - Don't know,
★☆☆☆☆ - Know of,
★★☆☆☆ - Acquaintance,
★★★☆☆ - Talking terms,
★★★★☆ - Friends,
★★★★★ - Besties.

- No feelings for,
- Looks out for,
- Protective of,
- Thinks of as family,
' Crush,
- Full Blown love.

- No dislike,
- Prefer to avoid
- Dislike,
- Best to keep me away from,
- Am likely to hit,
- Despise.

[The Blue Blob]

★ ✪ ✪

α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у z

₳ Ҍ ₡ € Ҽ ₲ ₣ ₭ Ҝ ₤ ₥ ₦ ₱ ₮ ₩ Ӽ

Ҥ Ҕ Ѵ Ͽ Ͼ Ϯ ϰ ϱ Ϟ ξ ζ Ξ ͽ ͼ ǂ

ɑ ɒ ʙ ɓ ɔ ɕ ɖ ɗ ɘ ə ɚ ɛ ɜ ɝ ɞ ɟ ɠ ɡ ɢ ʛ ɥ ɦ ɧ ɨ ɩ ɪ ʝ ɫ ɬ ɭ ɮ ɯ ɰ ɱ ɲ ɳ ɴ ɴ ʀ ʁ ʂ ʈ ʉ ʊ ʋ ʌ ʍ ɣ ɤ ʎ ʐ ʑ

☺ ☻ ☼ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♪ ♫ ░ ▒ ▓ ▀ ▄ ■ □ ▪ ◦ ₴ ۱ ۲ ۳ ۴ ۵ ۶ ۷ ۸ ۹ ۞ ۝

α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z

§__° _°_ °__§

Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳

❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿ ⓫ ⓬ ⓭ ⓮ ⓯ ⓰ ⓱ ⓲ ⓳ ⓴

⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸ ⓹ ⓺ ⓻ ⓼ ⓽ ⓾


Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ʌ Ⱥ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
Ƀ β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
Ȼ ʗ Ͻ Ͼ Ͽ Ϲ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ȼ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ δ
Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ɇ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
Ϝ Ғ Ӻ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
Ȟ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ʮ ʯ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Ɍ Я Г Ѓ Ӷ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ɍ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ ӷ
Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ȿ ș
Ț Ⱦ Ҭ • τ Ϯ ϯ ȶ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ
Ȕ Ʉ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʮ ʯ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
Ʌ Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ӽ Ҳ Ӿ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ӽ ӿ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
Ȳ Ɏ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ɏ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ
Ȥ • ɀ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ

? Ɂ ɂ ʡ ʢ ʔ ʕ ʖ ˀ ˁ
Ȣ ȣ ȸ ȹ ʣ ʤ ʥ ʦ ʧ ʨ ʩ ɶ ы ʪ ʫ Ӹ ӹ
љ њ Ѹ ѹ Ѫ Ѭ Ѥ ѥ ѧ Ѩ ѩ ѫ ѭ ѱ
҈ ҉
҈ ҉


← ↑ → ↓ ↔ ↕ ↖ ↗ ↘ ↙ ↚ ↛ ↜ ↝ ↞ ↟
↠ ↡ ↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ↨ ↩ ↪ ↫ ↬ ↭ ↮ ↯ ↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↵ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↹ ↺ ↻ ↼ ↽ ↾ ↿
⇀ ⇁ ⇂ ⇃ ⇄ ⇅ ⇆ ⇇ ⇈ ⇉ ⇊ ⇋ ⇌ ⇍ ⇎ ⇏ ⇐ ⇑ ⇒ ⇓ ⇔ ⇕ ⇖ ⇗ ⇘ ⇙ ⇚ ⇛ ⇜ ⇝ ⇞ ⇟
⇠ ⇡ ⇢ ⇣ ⇤ ⇥ ⇦ ⇧ ⇨ ⇩ ⇪ ⇫ ⇬ ⇭ ⇮ ⇯ ⇰ ⇱ ⇲ ⇳ ⇴ ⇵ ⇶ ⇷ ⇸ ⇹ ⇺ ⇻ ⇼ ⇽ ⇾ ⇿

℀ ℁ ℂ ℃ ℄ ℅ ℆ ℇ ℈ ℉ ℊ ℋ ℌ ℍ ℎ ℏ ℐ ℑ ℒ ℓ ℔ ℕ № ℗ ℘ ℙ ℚ ℛ ℜ ℝ ℞ ℟
℠ ℡ ™ ℣ ℤ ℥ Ω ℧ ℨ ℩ K Å ℬ ℭ ℮ ℯ ℰ ℱ Ⅎ ℳ ℴ ℵ ℶ ℷ ℸ ℹ ℺ ℻ ℼ ℽ ℾ ℿ
⅀ ⅁ ⅂ ⅃ ⅄ ⅅ ⅆ ⅇ ⅈ ⅉ ⅊ ⅋ ⅌ ⅍ ⅎ ⅏ ⅐ ⅑ ⅒ ⅓ ⅔ ⅕ ⅖ ⅗ ⅘ ⅙ ⅚ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ⅟

☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽♯♩♪♫♬♭
☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ ＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡

ಠ_ಠ ◕ ◡ ◕ Ü ö Ö °__° ಥ__ಥ (๑￫ܫ￩)
(︶︹︺) (*-`ω´- )人 (ц｀ω´ц*) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) (ㄒoㄒ) >_<
⊙▂⊙ ⊙０⊙ ⊙︿⊙　 ⊙ω⊙ 　⊙﹏⊙ 　⊙△⊙　 ⊙▽⊙ o(‧'''‧)o
(◡‿◡✿) (◕‿◕✿) (◕〝◕) (∩_∩) ミ●﹏☉ミ (≧０≦) o(╥﹏╥)o


┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ⋮ ⋯ ⋰ ⋱
─ ━ │ ┃┌ ┐ ┍ ┑ ┎ ┒ ┏ ┓ └ ┘ ┕ ┙ ┖ ┚ ┗ ┛
┞ ┟ ┢ ┡ ┦ ┧ ┩ ┪
┣ ┫┝ ┥┠ ┨├ ┤
┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿
╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏
═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕ ╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟
╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬
╭ ╮ ╯ ╰ ╱ ╲ ╳ ╴ ╵ ╶ ╷ ╸ ╹ ╺ ╻
≡ ≢ ≣ ≤ ≥ ≦ ≧ ≨ ≩ ≪ ≫ ≭ ≮ ≯ ≰ ≱ ≲ ≳ ≴ ≵ ≶ ≷ ≸ ≹ ≺ ≻ ≼ ≽ ≾ ≿
⊀ ⊁ ⊂ ⊃ ⊄ ⊅ ⊆ ⊇ ⊈ ⊉ ⊊ ⊋ ⊏ ⊐ ⊑ ⊒
⊕ ⊖ ⊗ ⊘ ⊙ ⊚ ⊛ ⊜ ⊝ ⊞ ⊟
⊠ ⊡ ⊢ ⊣ ⊤ ⊥ ⊦ ⊧ ⊨ ⊩ ⊪ ⊫ ⊬ ⊭ ⊮ ⊯
⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⊴ ⊵ ⊶ ⊷ ⊸ ⊹ ⊺ ⊻ ⊼ ⊽ ⊾ ⊿
⋀ ⋁ ⋂ ⋃ ⋄ ⋅ ⋆ ⋇ ⋈ ⋉ ⋊ ⋋ ⋌ ⋍
⋎ ⋏ ⋐ ⋑ ⋒ ⋓ ⋔ ⋖ ⋗ ⋘ ⋙ ⋚ ⋛ ⋜ ⋝ ⋞ ⋟
⋠ ⋡ ⋢ ⋣ ⋤ ⋥ ⋦ ⋧ ⋨ ⋩ ⋪ ⋫ ⋬ ⋭

❛❜❝❞【】〖〗►◄﹃﹄『』◢ ◣◥ ◤
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
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•°o.O O.o°•
¨°o.O O.o°¨
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
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`·.(`·.¸ ¸.·´).·´
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░ ▒ ▓▕ ▖■ □ ▢ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧ ▨ ▩ ▪ ▫
▬ ▭ ▮ ▯ ▰ ▱ ▲ △ ▴ ▵ ▶ ▷ ▸ ▹ ► ▻ ▼ ▽ ▾ ▿
◀ ◁ ◂ ◃ ◄ ◅ ◆ ◇ ◈ ◉ ◊
○ ◌ ◍ ◎ ● ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕
◖ ◗ ◘ ◙ ◚ ◛ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟
◠ ◡ ◢ ◣ ◤ ◥ ◦ ◧ ◨ ◩ ◪ ◫ ◬ ◭ ◮ ◯

ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ
н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y z

♡ † ♬ ™ ♀ ♂ ☼ ¼ ½ ¾ ¿ ★ ✔ ☓ ✗ ☣ ☭ ❝ ❞

ಠ_ಠ Ü ö Ö °__° ಥ__ಥ (๑￫ܫ￩)

๑•ิ.•ั๑ ๑۩۞۩๑ ♬✿.｡.:* ☂☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ 　 ♡ ♢ ♣

♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ εїз℡❣·۰•●○●

ゃōゃ♥ ♡๑۩ﺴ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏♡ ⊙◎ ☺ ☻✖╄ஐﻬ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █▌ ▐░ ▒ ▬♦ ◊ ◦

☼ ♠♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ の ☆ → あ ぃ ￡ ❤ ｡◕‿◕｡

＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥☸ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ❃ ✺ ❇ ❈ ❊ ❉ ✱ ✲ ✩ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✰ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽ ☾ ❤

♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎ ◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏

︻ ︼ ︽ ︾ 〈 〉 ︿ ﹀ ∩ ∪ ﹁ ﹂ ﹃ ﹄﹝ ﹞ ＜ ＞ ≦ ≧ ﹤ ﹥ 「 」 ︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺〔 〕 【 】《 》 （ ） ｛ ｝ ﹙ ﹚ 『 』 ﹛ ﹜╳ ＋ － ﹢ × ÷ ＝ ≠ ≒ ∞ ˇ ± √ ⊥ ∠ ∟ ⊿ ㏒

▶ ▷ ◀ ◁ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ 　 ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙ ✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ 〠 〄 ㍿ ♝ ♞

♯♩♪♫♬♭♮ ☎ ☏ ☪ ♈ ♨ ºº ₪ ¤ 큐 « » ™ ♂✿ ♥ の ↑ ↓ ← → ↖ ↗ ↙ ↘ ㊣ ◎ ○ ● ⊕ ⊙ ○　 △ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ § ￥ 〒 ￠ ￡ ※ ♀ ♂ © ® ⁂ ℡ ↂ░ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧

✐✌✍✡✓✔✕✖ ♂ ♀ ♥ ♡ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏ ⊙ ◎ ☺ ☻ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ♥ ♡ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █ ▌ ▐

░ ▒ ▬ ♦ ◊ ◘ ◙ ◦ ☼ ♠ ♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ ✄☪☣☢☠

ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ

㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰

✗✘✚✪✣✤✥✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ✱✲✳❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷

✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖☀☂☁【】┱ ┲ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ☣ ☢

☠ ☭ ♈ ➸ ✓ ✔ ✕ ✖ *.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:

≧０≦ o(╥﹏╥)o //(ㄒoㄒ)// {{{(>_< wink }}} ™ぷ▂▃▅▆█ ∏卐 ※◤ ◥ ﹏﹋﹌ ∩∈∏ ╰☆╮≠→№←

︵︶︹︺ 【】〖〗＠﹕﹗/ " _ < > `,·。≈{}~ ～() _ -『』√ $ @ * & # ※卐々∞Ψ ∪∩∈∏ の ℡ ぁ §∮〝〞ミ灬ξ№∑⌒ξζω＊ㄨ ≮≯ ＋－×÷﹢﹣±／＝∫∮∝ ∞ ∧∨ ∑ ∏ ∥∠ ≌ ∽ ≦ ≧ ≒﹤﹥じ☆

■♀『』◆◣◥▲Ψ ※◤ ◥ →№←㊣∑⌒〖〗＠ξζω□∮〓※∴ぷ▂▃▅▆█ ∏卐【】△√ ∩¤々♀♂∞①ㄨ

≡↘↙▂▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █┗┛╰☆╮ ≠ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅┢┦aΡｐy ♡^_^♡　^_^.......♧♧ ☜♥☞.︻︼─一　▄︻┻┳═一

﹏◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ ▽ ▧ ▨ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ▓ ▒ ░ Café № ＠ ㊣ ™ ℡ 凸 の ๑۞๑ ๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑ o(‧'''‧)o ❆ べò⊹⊱⋛⋋

⋌⋚⊰⊹ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ べ ☀ ☼ ☜ ☞ ⊙® ◈ ♦ ◊ ◦ ◇ ◆ εїз

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[The Blue Blob]

Block One:
Japanese -
Spanish - Ravi Manish Duvvoori,
Literature - Samalia Lynn Lavard,
Creative Writing - Ryley Ash Brinkley, Willow Amelia Thorne, Imogene Aesha Danvers, Lalita Kali Vishaal,
Biology - Anemone Odell Kalaniyot, Troy Augustin Bellish, Kaleb Malcolm Paine, Samnang Nhean Vichea,
Physics -
Astronomy - Liam Dafydd O'Connel, Saiyuri Kairi Aomori,


Block two:
Algebra -
Statistics -
Calculus - Saiyuri Kairi Aomori,
Dance - Ryley Ash Brinkley, Samalia Lynn Lavard, Lalita Kali Vishaal,
Team Sports -
Adventure sports - Liam Dafydd O'Connel, Anemone Odell Kalaniyot, Samnang Nhean Vichea,
Religion - Imogene Aesha Danvers,
World History - Troy Augustin Bellish, Willow Amelia Thorne, Kaleb Malcolm Paine, Ravi Manish Duvvoori,


Block three:
Power Development - Liam Dafydd O'Connel, Ryley Ash Brinkley, Anemone Odell Kalaniyot, Troy Augustin Bellish, Willow Amelia Thorne, Saiyuri Kairi Aomori, Kaleb Malcolm Paine, Samalia Lynn Lavard, Samnang Nhean Vichea, Ravi Manish Duvvoori, Imogene Aesha Danvers, Lalita Kali Vishaal,


Block four:
Chemistry - Saiyuri Kairi Aomori,
Environmental Science -
Psychology - Liam Dafydd O'Connel, Ryley Ash Brinkley, Samalia Lynn Lavard, Imogene Aesha Danvers,
English Language - Anemone Odell Kalaniyot,
Journalism - Lalita Kali Vishaal,
Hindi - Troy Augustin Bellish,
French - Willow Amelia Thorne, Kaleb Malcolm Paine, Samnang Nhean Vichea, Ravi Manish Duvvoori,


Block five:
Geology -
Ancient Civilizations - Anemone Odell Kalaniyot, Troy Augustin Bellish, Ravi Manish Duvvoori,
Aerobics - Ryley Ash Brinkley,
Body Building -
Water Sports - Liam Dafydd O'Connel,
Cookery - Willow Amelia Thorne, Saiyuri Kairi Aomori, Samnang Nhean Vichea, Imogene Aesha Danvers,
Music - Kaleb Malcolm Paine, Samalia Lynn Lavard, Lalita Kali Vishaal,
Film -


Block six:
Art - Ryley Ash Brinkley, Troy Augustin Bellish, Kaleb Malcolm Paine, Samnang Nhean Vichea,
Fashion - Samalia Lynn Lavard,
Photography - Willow Amelia Thorne, Lalita Kali Vishaal,
Geometry -
Trigonometry - Ravi Manish Duvvoori,
Problem Solving (maths) -
Anthropology - Liam Dafydd O'Connel, Saiyuri Kairi Aomori, Imogene Aesha Danvers,
Geography - Anemone Odell Kalaniyot,

After School Activities:
Track (Wednesdays) - Liam Dafydd O'Connel,
Cheerleading (Tuesdays) -
Drama club (Tuesdays) - Anemone Odell Kalaniyot, Samalia Lynn Lavard, Imogene Aesha Danvers,
Student Council (Mondays) - Liam Dafydd O'Connel,
Photography Club (Wednesdays) - Willow Amelia Thorne, Lalita Kali Vishaal,
Soccer (Thursday) -
Football (Mondays) -
Swimming (Thrusdays) - Ryley Ash Brinkley, Imogene Aesha Danvers,

[The Blue Blob]

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Erika
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The long black car pulled smoothly onto the road just behind the dorm building and slowed to a stop. The driver hopped out, quickly moving around to the far side to hold the door open for his passenger. The tall girl stepped out, her brand new lizard print stilleto's from Christian Louboutin tapping onto the tarmac. She smoothed down her fitted, deep pink halter-shirt and brushed some imaginary dirt from her long, black jeans as the driver proceeded to close the door behind her.

'Ah its good to be back here' Lotta thought looking up at the building as she stepped up onto the sidewalk "West wing, room four" the driver said to her back, she had already turned her shoulder to him, starting cross the sidewalk to the doors. She pushed it wide open and stepped across the threshold, already feeling like she was really returning home, not leaving it. Back living with mother and father over the summer she was just a spoilt daughter; here she was queen.

Leaving the driver to struggle with her two massive suitcases she turned down the west wing corridor and spoke aloud the numbers on the doors she passed "One, two, three, ah here it is" she exclaimed, extracting a key with a pink, rabbit foot keyring from her clutch bag and fitting it in the lock. It turned smoothly and she pushed the door open. It uttered a low creak of protest at being opened after two months of remaining closed over the summer but she barely noticed.

This room was even better than her last one. The large bed stuck out from the far wall, black and pink covers and pillows spead perfectly flat across it. A narrow, but tall, bay window rose on either side, each with a curved window seat and a variety of cushions. The wide, dark wood wardrobe to the left of the door had huge double doors on the front, opening up to reveal a 3 meter long rail, a third of which was taken up by a neatly pressed set of uniforms which she knew without looking would be in her exact size. Next to this was a shoe rack made up of open fronted cube shapes, four across by six up, and made of the same wood. Opposite the wardrobe, and hidden behind the door when it was open, stood a matching chest of five drawers and next to that was a large vanity table. The type with three mirrors that you can angle to see all sides of your face.

She walked slowly over to the bed as she took it all in and laid back, looking up to the light fitting with a black and pink drum lampshade. At this point the driver arrived huffing and puffing through the door with the first of two suitcases and she sat up, slipping her shoes off to make unpacking easier "On the bed with that" she said, missing the look of horror on the drivers face as she stood infront of the window and stretched her linked hands up, taking in her new view.

"I'll go get the other one" the driver muttered as he turned and left the room again. She didn't bother replying and turned to start unpacking, frowning at the fact the case was still closed. She undid the zip and heaved te top half up and over, revealing the many designer outfits, carefully folded and packed by her personal assistant under Lotta's careful direction, and a variety of shoes in the other half. She began unpacking, lovingly arranging the shoes as you saw them in shop windows.

An hour later and the two suitcases lay empty, side by side on the bed. She did them both up and slid them under the bed, looking around her now more homely bedroom. Behind the wardrobe doors the rack was full of ever type of clothing you could imagine, mostly brand new but including a few of her favourite outfits too. She wasn't suprised to find that the shoe rack had exactly enough spaces for each of the pairs she had chosen to bring. The draws of the vanity table were full of her various make ups and beauty products and the top of the chest of drawers and bedside tables held a few personal things.

She sighed happily, slipping the heels back on and picking a different bag from the hat shelf in the wardrobe. She slipped a bikini in and pulled down a towel from the top of the wardrobe, which followed the bikini into the bag, a bottle of shampoo and conditioner joined them a moment later. Placing the bag on the end of the bed she went to the vanity table, collecting a brush and some hairbands and then grabbing the bag left the room, locking the door behind her. She dropped the hair things into the bag and then set off down the hallway back to the entrance of the building.

She walked across the campus to the recreation building, not rushing but still walking with some purpose in her heeled strides. When she reached the building she headed for the pool, stripping down and changing in one of the booths poolside and leaving her things on the bench in there. She expertly twisted her hair up into a knot and secured it with two bands as she walked to the poolside. She stretched again, just as she had in her room; hands linked and stretched above her head, her toes curled over the edge of the pool. Nothing moved for a count of ten and then suddenly her knees bent and she was gone, diving fluidly into the water like a fish, coming up again with a gasp some ten meters away.

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"So what if I'm better than you?"

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『White blonde hair hung haphazardly over his closed eyes. A sigh slipped through his lips as the plane leveled off and his stomach stopped feeling like he left it on the runway. The pale blue-grey eyes opened a little and then closed again, more relaxed this time as apposed to tense. He hated the taking off part of the international flight he took four times a year. This was the ninth time he'd had to do it and he swore he'd never get used to it. The long, currently white knuckled fingers relaxed their iron grip on the arm rests as he settled himself in for the eighteen hour flight from England to Japan. This was by no means the beginning of his journey though.

He had left home three days ago, saying goodbye to his sister and grandparents back in Wales as he left for London with his mother and father. This was however the first part of the journey that he was alone for and he thought back sadly to the goodbye scene at the airport. His mother, as she had the last two years, managed to twist her goodbye comments full of double meanings that only he and her understood. His father stood by oblivious to these second meanings; it was safer that way for all of them.

The eyes flicked open again as the entertainment system came on and he spent all of thirty seconds flicking through the available films with the remote in his armrest before he came to the conclusion there was nothing decent on and closed his eyes again, letting his mind wander.

Letting his mind wander had a whole different set of meaning to Liam. Whereas to most people it meant letting whatever happened to pop into mind run loose and direct their thoughts and attention to him it was letting whatever thoughts popped into other peoples minds have control of his head. It was an interesting experience, especially in a place as crowded as the cabin of an aeroplane. Excitement, dread, nausea, boredom, sleepiness, and every other emotion and feeling under the sun crowded at his mind and sought his attention. After a while the majority of the other passengers began curling up under their blankets with their miniature pillows and he let their dreamy thoughts carry him off into his own reverie.

~~~

He awoke much much later and discovered from the mind of his neighbour's contented and full feelings that he had slept straight through lunch, breakfast and dinner and they were infact due to land in around an hour. He sighed hungrily and stretched, his stomach protesting at being contorted so when it was empty. He managed after several attempted to sleepily undo the seatbelt and padded off to ask an attendant for some food.

~~~

Three and a half hours later saw him stepping out of the taxi with a grin. He handed some money back into the taxi driver, quite a considerable sum for the two hour drive from the airport as well as a decent tip; it had taken Liam half an hour of asking taxi drivers before he found one willing to take him. He thanked the driver, who had gotten out of the car to help the boy lift his suitcase out of the trunk. "Thanks alot" he repeated flashing the man another smile as he pulled up the long handle of the case and turned to walk through the gates.

"No problem kid. Have a good year at school!" the driver called after him as he got back in the cab, pulling away quickly.

Liam smiled again and waved over his shoulder and set off, heading straight for the dorms instead of going tot he admin office. All his paperwork had already been sent in the mail and his uniforms would already be in the room, just like last year. As he appraoched he could already hear the sound of his friends voice and that of a girl that he loosely recognised but couldn't place. He opened his mind up and spied on their conversation through Daker's mind; his friend had never seemed to mind this and he didn't really like invading peoples privacy, it led to... complications, which is why he stayed away from the girls mind. He quickly learnt that the girls name was Katrina and as Deke took in her hair and eyes a fuzzy immage rose from Liam's memory to go with the name.

He was shaking his head as he rounded the corner to them, a grin all over his face "Geeze Deke you've been here what twenty minutes and already terrorising poor Katrina here" he called, rolling his eyes at his friend. "I'd offer to hit him for you but I guess you beat me to it" he said to the sophmore as he reached them, a cheeky grin on his face. He pulled the suitcase to a stop, his hand resting on the handle and stood looking from one of them to the other.

He knew he had interupted their conversation just as Deke had asked Katrina a question but he had grown accustomed to not using his powers to not interupt people. Any normal guy would have called out to his friend, not knowing from that distance what was being said and Liam, as already mentioned, didn't like to invade peoples privacy or at least if he was going to do it he hated them knowing about it. He had spent hours in the past pondering the morals of his power. On the one hand he couldn't permenantly not hear peopels thoughts, although he could block it out for periods of time it took apart of his concentration constantly and always fell apart when he slept. On the other hand by hearing the thoughts and acting like he didn't it was like he was lying about it, which made him uncomfortable. He'd settled in his own mind for not lying as such, more a case of bending the truth; although he did always admit the truth if someone asked him directly.

"You checked out the room yet?" he asked his friend a moment later as the ache in his arm from pulling the case registered in his mind. He already knew the answer but now that he was here he shut out the whispering voices int he back of his mind that were Katrina and Dekes thoughts, wanting to be able to have a normal conversation.He already knew they were sharing as they had stayed in contact over the summer, Liam had even gone for a weekend to visit Deke in his natural environment; a damn scary experience if Liam did say so himself. If the girls here thought he was badly behaved at school they were sadly mistaken when you compared it to how he was back home in Italy. 』

"...so smile like you mean it"xxxxxxxxxx

` iɴᴛʀoᴅᴜciɴɢ

「 Ramiro Demigan Moriera 」

ɑᴋɑxThe "Ghost"-Boy~~~

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xxx'Well I suppose the journey could have gone worse' he sighed mentally as he followed his sister out of the car, nodding a silent thanks to their lift. She nodded back and smiled cheerfully at him with obvious effort and he visibly sighed this time and turned to follow his sisters retreating back. As usual he floated along six inches or so above floor level so he could see over eveyrones heads; it wasn't a superiority thing or trying to show off that gravity didn't affect him anymore - it was simply more convenient. He had to hurry to catch up with Beau who had already disappeared along the wooded path to the main school grounds but even when he caught sight of her again he simply followed silently some ten feet or so behind - he'd used up every topic of conversation he could possibly think of on the journey to the school and had only gotten one word answers out of her most of the time.

xxxAfter a few minutes of what he considered uncomfortable silence where there once would have been constant chatter and laughing they reached the office and he floated through the wall beside her as she entered the door. This part of arriving didn't go as well... 'If words could kill' was definately a phrase that applied to his sister nowadays. She automatically collected his papers for him, for which he was thankful and he nodded apologetically to the admin lady before following Beau back out of the room. The glimmer of life he'd seen in her eyes for jsut a second made him feel more dead inside than when he actually died. He hated how the events of that holiday had turned his twin into a shell of a person, who didn't seem capable of any positive thought at all. Yet again guilt rose up and gnawed away at him and just like always there was nothing he could do. He'd spent the first year after the accident trying to reverse what had happened or at least be there for his twin but it had already been too late. Too much damage was already done.

xxxHis morbid train of thought was cut short as Beau stopped and turned around, opening up his papers to read them out to him. He flinched at the jibe but didn't say anything about it. He deserved it. She suffered every day because of his foolish mistake; it was only fair that he was her verbal punch bag seeing as he wasn't any god for any other type of comfort. 'Room three, room three, room three' he repeated to himself in his head after she had read it all out, reapeating it to fix it in his mind and then mentally laughing at himself; it wasn't like he was ever likely to use the room anyway. 'Leo's got it lucky this year; might as well consider it having th room to himself...' he mused sullenly. He wasn't looking forward to the long nights at the school with nothing to do again. 'Astronomy, religion, PD, Hindi, music and problem solving' he continued thoughtfully as she read the classes. 'Not a bad set of classes this year' he concluded before snapping back to the here and now, realising that his twin was probably waiting for some kind of acknowledgement that he had taken the information on board.

xxxHe nodded silently and then as an afterthought asked her "If you could drop my bag in my room when you have a chance I'd appreciate it. No rush of course though" and indicated the smallest of the bags she was carrying. It contained a few photoframes crammed with cut-out pictures of the two of them on their many various adventures when they were younger and one frame that had the last picture of them taken before the accident, a third holding a larger print of just Beau, the smiling, innocent child she had been. He turned to drift off somewhere; not even he knew where he'd go, he spent alot of time just going wherever he happened to go, but as an afterthought he turned back jsut after she had turned away and floated quickly over behind his little sister, sneaking up on her just like he used to and whispered in her ear "Don't go getting into too much trouble, thats my job!" and brushed what would have been his lips against her cheek and then murmered in an even quieter voice, so that it was unlikely even Beau would hear it as close as he was to her "and stay safe...", and in less than the blink of an eye he was gone, near invisible in the daylight as he disappeared in the other direction.

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xxxZola, was not very happy. Being the youngest and the loudest and the "cute one" she was used to constant attention, not being ignored. Sitting at a table with seven different people around her and not one of them paying attention to her was totally unchartered territory to the young teenager. Even her favourite big brother was talking to someone else, who Zola had already decided she didn't like. 'How rude! she grumbled mentally 'He was quite obviously talking to me and she just barges in to the conversation as if I don't exist!'.

xxxShe'd even been totally ignored when she asked what was with that girl running out of the room! Deciding that the lunch hall was infact an extremely boring place to be when she wasn't in the limelight and noticing that other students were beginning to leave the room she announced to the table "I'm going for a walk, anyone who wants to come can" and got up and walked out, not bothering to wait and see if anyone was coming, even though it was highly likely to affect her opinion of the people at the table whether they did or didn't come along.

xxxHaving left her tray on therack near the door on her way out she left the building and looked around, frowning to herself as she tried to decide where to go. 'I could head back to the recreation building but thats open all afternoon and evening so I could always go there later... the shops won't be open that late though so maybe I could go and explore the vill...'. At his point in her musing an announcement blared out of the speakers acoss the school for the third time so far that afternoon. just like the previous times she listened with her head tipped to one side but this time she ended up frowning even more deeply at the end. 'That sucks! Why did it have to be in half an hour?! I can't go to the shops in just half an hour!'.

xxxApparantly it was decided for her that she would have to stay on campus until the afternoon activity, meaning she had a choice of randomly wandering around and generally exploring or heading back towards the rec building 'Unless someone decided to come with me...' she thought, finally checking over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed her out of the hall.

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