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As Lucien approached his room, his nose was stuck onto the paper with his classes on it. He pulled his key out of his black knapsack and gently slid it into the rooms locking system. No click..? Was it already unlocked. Looking at the door, the white haired boy began to get nervous. Someone was in there, and he had to go in. Pfft, he was his roommate wasn't he? W-well, Lucien was never good with talking to most people. Inhaling deeply, the boy gathered up some courage into a pile and turned the knob to the door, to only push it open slightly. There, laying on the bed. Was a red haired boy, a black shirt and his nose was stuck into a PSP. Maybe he wouldn't even hear, or notice Lucien. He could slip in and out so easily.

Pushing the door open now completely, his feet began to step into the room. Making somewhat of a clicking noise as he entered. His bags were somewhat heavy as he waddled into the room aimlessly. The only other bed in the room was covered in a dull gray coloured sheet. Looked hard as a rock, Lucien frowned to himself. Is this really what the beds look like..? As a small sigh escaped his throat, he dropped his bags to the floor with a loud grunt. "Damn, those bags are heavy.." Out of the corner of his eye, the boy still never noticed him. He was at an advantage now. This was awesome. Sitting on the bed, he grunted in pain. He was so right, this bed was as hard as a damn rock. Ugh, he didn't want to have to sleep on this. Though, the bed at the lab wasn't so comfortable either.

Lucien reached into his bags, and pulled out a small package of gum. It was special gum though, from the lab. He wasn't aloud to have sugary items. He actually hasn't had a piece of real sugar since his changing. Pulling out a piece, he slipped it onto his tongue and began to chew. His heart was beating so hard in his chest. He wanted to say something, but when his mouth opened. Just a small light squeak would illuminate.

Swallowing hard, Lucien growled deeply in this throat. Just say something alreay... Standing to his feet, he then knelt down by his bags, with his back facing his roommate. He unzipped the bag and pulled out some of his shirts. White, and more damn white. The scientists couldn't even pack something that was more... colourful? Slouching his body against the beds frame now, the small boy sighed. "You'd think they'd give me better clothes..." He said softly to himself. His dark onyx eyes then fixed on the boy. His game seemed a little more interesting then anything.

"U--...um.. Hi there. I'm Lucien Bantter. But you can call me Olly.."

There, he said it. And it came out right for the first time speaking with someone. He stood from the floor and outstretched his hand to possibly, shake the boys hand? Is that how everyone does it now? Shake hands. Hm, well. That's what he was doing.

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Student I.D

Name: SelDia Annabell Mintor .

Age: Nineteen years young.

Grade: Grade twelve.

Gender: Wearing bras thanks. ( ♂ )

Orientation: Straight.

Species: Human

Personality: Sel is very…different. Unlike others, it’s safe to say she always has an opinion on a subject, but never could just stick on one emotion. Unarguably insane yet completely logical at the same time as if her emotions just cannot make up their mind. Oh and of course it doesn’t help that she talks ghost and scares off any real person that wants to talk to her. In short, it would take a person with nerves of steel to put up with her uncommon qualities.
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There is absolutely no need to be naïve when it comes to SelDai’s insanity. Large synonyms or doctor level diagnoses are not useful nor needed when it can be summed up very simply, she is crazy, a true mental case, and screwed up in the head altogether. She holds the troublesome deed of having to keep focus all and ever day or her process of thinking will be the victim. Every voice can be picked out, every breath heard, every tick of the clock; it drives her up the wall. It’s her reason for turning to a secluded lifestyle and carrying on in such an unhealthy manner. She is sick, but in no need of help. Sel suppress her memories of sorrow and self loathing by blocking out various needs and wants though not the idea treatment for her it keeps her stable which is the most anyone could ask for.

SelDai has never been one to use speech for creative communication with living beings but only as a weapon. Blessed with a silver tongue, just about everything that comes from this young women’s mouth is either an insult or a threat. She snaps back at any comment quickly like a venomous snake after her pray. SelDai doesn’t intend to be anyone’s comedic relief, it’s just meant to hurt, badly. She bears no ounce of sympathy which gives her close to no limits to what will come from her lips.

Abilities: Sel is highly trained in hand to hand combat. ( karate )

Weapons: She carries two pocket knives attached to her ankles.

Strengths: Sel is very good at gym, and it's actually odd. But she is pretty good at art class. It's her passion really, she can draw portraits of people is she concentrated a lot.

Weaknesses: Math. Simply put. Or most possibly making friends. It's a weakness that she rather loathes.

Status: Single.

Social Status: Since Sel isn't good with others, she is the president of the small art club that was created. (please delete this: i hope being the pres for art is alright)

Background check: The teens personality wasn't born from the way she was treated. As a matter of fact, she was treated like a little Princess as a little girl. As a child, SelDai was extremely sheltered. Her parents were in their late thirties when her Mother was pregnant for the third time after years of wishing to have a child. Wanting someone to carry on the family name, the two prayed for a son. A baby girl who they named SelDai was born. After craving son for so many years, her parents were overly protective when it came to Sel. Her parents were extremely wealthy and the towns people went crazy when they found out that the family finally had their child. Due to their wealth, the Mintor's always had enemies jealous of their wealth. Fearing that someone might try to kidnap or harm their precious daughter, they hid SelDai away from public view. She had become the most important in their lives and the last thing they wanted was to lose their only daughter.

So Sel sadly spent almost all of her childhood inside the house; mainly in her own room actually. Her parents bought her everything she wanted but the thing her parents refused to let SelDai do, was leave the house and whenever people were over, Sel was literally locked inside her room. Thanks to that, the only people Sel ever knew were her parents. So human contact with anyone other then SelDai's parents was rare. The young girl grew up playing by herself. As her parents began to get older, Sel was aloud to be around the house and actually go out onto the streets. But only if her she were to have taken a self defense class, of she were to carry some kind of weapon.

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Careful how you play,
This precious game called,
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Watch what you say,
Don't bother when stalled,
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The doors were locked, three doors. And no way out. Frantically, she tried to get herself out. But it was useless. So utterly useless....

She awoke startled, sweat was pretty much pouring down her forehead. The pillow was soaked in her own sweat, and her sheets were wet as well. Sitting up suddenly, a rush of blood shot to her head. Forcing it to throb excessively causing her to groan loudly. Her eyes hadn't completely adjusted to the rooms light yet, so the girl merely squinted as she tried to focus her eyes. Once they had finally adjusted to the rooms bright natural light. The raven haired girl looked around in confusion. This wasn't the bus, or the crash scene. The girl spazzed out in bed, causing herself to fall from the bed with a hard thud. The walls were.. pink. And covered in red bleeding hearts. Was somebody playing a sick joke on her? A low growl and groan escaped deep from her throat. She rubbed her sore area, and finally stood to her feet. This room, where in the hell was she. "What is going on..." She spoke softly to herself before noticing something that was shimmering in the light. Her curiosity overwhelmed her as she walked slowly over to it, and wrapped her small fingers around it's circumference. A note? She read it over a few times, before rolling her eyes gently.

So she was stuck here then. That was just great. She was supposed to get back home for her combat lesson. But, she figured that--that wasn't happening now. Clenching her fists, the raven haired girl noticed a oak wardrobe, it was painted.. PINK! With a low growl once again, she quickly paced herself over to the dresser only to grab it violently and rip the contents open.

Clothes.

That's all it was. Clothes, and by the looks of it. They were a school uniform. Grabbing the uniforms components, Sel growled deeply in her throat. "They expect me to wear this garbage.." Her finger tightened around it, as she then let out a heavy sigh. She had no choice in the matter now did she. Pulling the clothes out of their drawer, she threw them gently on the bed and began to change her clothes.


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She finally had the clothes on, and looked at herself in a body length... heart mirror. Wow, it actually looked nice on her. All of her curves were showing rather gently. But these clothes wouldn't make herself like this more. Snarling at herself, she scratched her nails against the mirror and decided to leave this damned room. Her hands gently ran over the wooden plank like door. It was all so natural, nothing factory made about it. Pushing it open gently, she peeked her head out. No-one was in sight, this was good. She finally emerged from the room in her attire and her dark onyx eyes looked around. This place, it wasn't like any other place she had been before. Everything looked as if it were hand crafted.

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� SELDAI ↰ ANNABELLE ↱ MINTOR �

Quick n o w //REPORT//
⇛Sel, Dai, Annie, Minty

⇛Gender �� i use my garage often.
⇛Sexuality �� whatever I can get
⇛Preference �� Seme
⇛Height �� 5'3"
⇛Weight �� 117 lbs.

For your //R E C O R D S// ��
||The GREENLIGHT|| October Thirty-first
||The REDLIGHT|| Nineteen
||The ]ORANGELIGHT|| Mind reader

SelDai //Arriving by Airplane//
⇛Likes��
LISTLIKES

⇛Dislikes��
LISTDISLIKES

⇛Phobias��
LISTFEARS

What's INside||

⇛PERSONALITY

Where it all B E G A N||��

HISTORY: Experiments, talk about the night of the capture and the run. And also the connection with the other boys. How you feel about them.

F o o tN o t e s��
Tell us your Ability.

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