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[The Social Virus]

You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.

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Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

[The Social Virus]

[[ ° And I only wanted to be 16 and free ° ]]

Normally, he will walk to the cafe with dear Nico, but during school one thing lead to another and well... André found himself in a tight situation that could only be solved by fleeing school, and thus skipping the last three hours of classes. At least, that was the only solution André saw to his little problem. The raven haired boy, was asked to buy a cake for his Art class, since it was a tradition of sorts that the teacher had to make a little... Party when it was one of her students birthday, and each member of the class was asked to bring something. And seeing how he was currently working in a cafe where he has an easy access to delicious pastries, someone volunteered poor André into bringing said cake. The thing was, that he forgot to tell his twin to remind him about the cake, and ended forgetting to get one. And there was no way that he could go into class with no cake. Why? Because teacher dearest has a reputation of being bipolar.. And well... Let just say André has witnessed some of her attacks, making the dark haired boy afraid of her. Ah, he could picture it... Mrs. Voccola gouging his eyes out with a 2H pencil.. Meh. The simple thought made him shiver. So he skipped class instead.

How he spent those three hours? Well, at first he was just planning to skip that class and go to the next ones, but in the end, he run with some acquaintances and tagged along with them. He did send a text message to his twin that simply read:

' Skipped class. See you at work! <3 xoxo'

He didn't want to make his twin wait for him. Sure, he thought about telling his twin to leave the class and come with him and the others. But, sadly, the guys said that they were leaving now and that the car was already full.. Later he found himself in one of the guy's house. Gaston is his name. Where they played an innocent round of strip poker when the video games that Gaston possess become too boring.. Plus they were cheating. Or at least André liked to believe they were cheating, after all he didn't like to loose. The strip poker ended with André being the third one who lost less of his clothes. A fact that made him sulk a bit, for the reason stated before. Now that he thought about it, he haven't play poker for a while now.. Hmm. Yeah. The last time he play was around two weeks ago when he got detention and meet all those guys... And that strange man. " Well boys, I gotta go. I have work. Au revoir~" André said with a wave after he was dressed back in his tight dark jeans, bright also tight green shirt, that was actually more of a mint color and read on the front with purple, yellow and white letters 'Terror creeps from the fringe of fear to the pit of panic.' Ah. He really loved Pull and Bear. And a white studded belt clung around slim hips mainly for decoration, along with black Vans that had the drawings of some skulls in white. Oh yes, and lets not forget his old but very precious army green messenger bag. He heard them say their adieux as he made his way out of Gaston's home.

So, the black haired boy was currently making his way to the cafe, wondering if his twin was already there, and who else could already be there by now. Humming softly to himself, he reached into his bag while walking down the sidewalk. Lips curling into a smile as his fingers brushed against what is his iPod, that he named Shannon. Pulling Shannon out of the bag, he placed the earphones on, and turn the 'Pod on, searching for the song he wanted to hear. Soon, the beat of No Rain was filling his ears and his shoulders dropped into a more relaxed pose. There was something about that song, but it always cheered him up. And he singed along. In his mind, though. André didn't like other's to hear him sing. Simply because he is kind of.. Well, tone deaf. Though, he also knew that it was caused by lack of musical training or education. If he got into some singing classes, André knew that in some years he will be able to sing like the angels... Alright maybe not like the angels but at least he won't suck at it. And that, was something that was on the raven haired boy's to do list. Along with learning how to play the drums and perhaps learn Italian,or German, perhaps even Japanese. Because then he will be able to travel to those places and he won't have a hard time in there. Ah, he really hoped that he could travel around and just enjoy life.

Soon No Rain and shuffled to a new one. He already could tell who the artist was, there was no mistaking that voice. Placebo was another of his favorite bands. Though, his happy mood was gone in an instant as he walked down a street that was particularly filled with billboards and posters of that damn Pierre. His nose wrinkled in disgust when green eyes that had a hint of gold in them landed in the perfect and gorgeous face of one Pierre Douay Bonaparte.

Oh, he was so tempted to take out his big black marker and ruin that poster.

Instead he just walked faster, and rolled his eyes whenever he saw a girl stop to stare at the picture of that guy. Some people asked him a while ago, why he hated that other boy so much when they had never actually had any sort of conversation. Apparently, for them there was no reason for André to hate Pierre. But there is one. That guy.. Was more popular than him.

That was the only reason.

After other ten minutes or so of walking, André finally reached the cafe, and pushed the door open, stepping inside and glancing around to see who was there. " Bonjour everyone. Miss me? " The young man said with a light grin as he made his way to the counter. Throwing his bag behind said counter so the clients won't be able to see it. He took the earphones off and turn Shannon off, reaching down, he slip his iPod into the bag and moved to rest against the counter.

Hm.. Wonder where Nico is..

Oh well, his twin will be here sooner or later. If two more hours went by and there was no sign of his older brother, then he will start to panic. At the moment he had a great task to do.. Which was sit there looking pretty and waiting for costumers.

[[ ° And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say: 'Hey look at him! Ill never live that way.'
But that's okay... They're just afraid to change.
But I know we all cant stay here forever, so I want to write my words on the face of today.
Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' its time to die ° ]]

[The Social Virus]

Hey I'd like to daze away to a place like no one has known.
In a state of mind I could call mine.
That only I could own.

Wanna see a Magic trick?

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And I don't understand why I sleep all day.
And I start to complain that there's no rain.
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake.
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape.

[The Social Virus]

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[The Social Virus]

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here is, is mine.

[The Social Virus]

When I walked into the door, lord.
Then they ripped away my memories.
And I can't remember who I was before.
And I only wanted to be sixteen and free.
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Hey I'd like to daze away to a
Place like no one has known
In a state of mind I could call mine
That only I could own
Where I could hum a tune anytime I choose
And then there is no such thing as time

[The Social Virus]

Músico soy, músico seré,
conductor de sensaciones a tu piel,
fabrico recuerdos que atas con nostalgia a mi canción.
Jamás podré dejarla...

But you know me as

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Perhaps, it was a little early in the morning to be getting high, but honestly he didn't care at the moment. Greed has not been feeling quite alright during the last two days. A lot of things could be the cause of that, all those all nighters that he has been pulling out practicing with the other Sanctuary members or simply goofing around, looking at odd videos on the internet and looking at things that he could buy on the internet, the stress and pressure of an upcoming show and wanting everything to go out flawless, the lack of any kind of drug on his system, etc, etc. So he couldn't be blamed for starting a little early today. Fer just needed to relax, after all the concert was tomorrow, it won't be good if he was stressed all day. It will affect his performance tomorrow. Laying sprawled on the couch in his chamber, a joint carefully placed between his index and middle finger, Greed let his head fall back against the seat. His right hand, that was holding said joint raised to his mouth just in time as his left blindly searched for the remote to his music system. Fer inhaled, and his left hand finally found the remote, letting long slim fingers to curl around it. Pale lips parted to let out the could of grey smoke that was soon followed by a few coughs. " Uugh. " Well, that was just enough. But first. Fer took another drag of his joint, coughing some as he let the smoke escape his lungs, letting the remote on his thigh he licked his left thumb, and used it to put out the cherry. He will save what was left of it for later. Said joint was then put aside, letting it rest on the coffee table that was infront of him, right next to one of his ashtrays.

Leaning back against the couch, Greed once again reached for the remote, raising it and pointing so to change the current song. He no longer was in mood for songs to get high with. Sure. they were relaxing, and he loved them, but at the moment he wanted to hear something more... Eh. Lively, for the lack of a better word. So he keep on changing songs until he found something with a faster beat. Infected Mushroom, ah that song of them always get him in a mood to play with his guitar... Mn he may just do that... With a huff, Greed pushed himself up, letting the remote that was once again resting on his lap drop to the floor, but he didn't even notice. Turning his head to the right, emerald orbs falling on his trusted Fender, black with thick polka dots over it, and one too many stickers. His lips slowly curled up into a smile, as Fer made his way towards his guitar. Taking a moment to steady himself, his motor movements weren't at their best at the moment. Whistling softly to himself, Greed reached his guitar. Well now it was time to have some fun.

11:12 am

By that time, Fernando was bored of being alone in his room. Dressed in a yellow shirt with the cartoon drawing of a T-rex along with the word 'ROAR' in bold letters, dark jeans with a few rips here and there, a white belt warped around his waist, holding the jeans in place, and matching yellow sneakers, Greed left his room. Armed with his guitar, a black beanie hat, and black pilot sunglasses to hide his slightly red eyes. He didn't care if his fellow band members saw his bloodshot eyes, after all, they all knew about his little hobbie of sorts, but he didn't want the newcomers to see. They had no right to peer into his private life and habits. As he walked, his fingers worked on the guitar strings, playing the intro from the song that he had just been hearing back in his private chamber, the song had a very Spanish beat to it, at least the guitar, the rest of the song had more of an electro beat. " Dime todo lo que paso, No me di cuenta ni quien me pego, Todo da vueltas como un carrusel... Locura recorre todita mi piel! " Greed sing as he walked around playing his guitar like some sort of troubadour. Hey. It may work to alert the others that he was up and ready to do something entertaining. His green eyes shifting from behind his dark tinted lenses in search of a familiar face. Of course, doing this gained him a few odd stares and a shake of head from the few crew members that were running around to make sure everything was working properly. But he honestly didn't care if they thought of him as odd. Well, now. Where could everyone be at? Perhaps at the stage? " Wake me up before I change again, Remind me the story - " His accent was still rather thick, it was more noticeable when he said words with R's. So, Greed continued his song, voice growing low and soft as he approached the stage. His nose picked up the scent of burning tobacco and green eyes landed on the figure of Lust. With what could be called a silly grin thanks to his current state. " Hey! " He started, stopping his guitar playing to raise a hand and wave. " Don't you think it is a little early for that. " Greed climb up to the stage with a light huff, and move to rest his guitar on the floor rather carefully before he flopped down not so carefully. Sitting down now on the floor, with his legs stretched and his arms supporting his upper half, the two toned haired guitarist stared to the bassist, the grin still on his face and he just... Giggled.

Why? He wasn't sure.. Blame the drugs for it.

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Mi vida es una canción,
soy escultor del alma,
soy músico y amo en clave de sol
Hasta que aguante mi voz.

[The Social Virus]

xxx In disguise
xxx As no one knows
xxx Hides the face
xxx Lies the snake

" It is not whether you really cry. It's whether the audience thinks you are crying. "

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♂ Mikael Nasir ♂
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Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear

Can you believe it?
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[The Social Virus]

||| let's begin with a b c

.l. Pascal Deimos Cavalli
.l. Twenty seven.
.l. Philosophy teacher.

||| those first few seconds, and their impressions

.l. Pascal developed from a chubby little boy into a lean tall young man. Well, at least he likes to believe that he is very tall. Standing around 5 feet and 8 inches, and with a weight that many would consider unhealthy of only 110 pounds, he is considered skinny but that is thanks to two things: A fast metabolism and being rather picky about his food. Silver-blond hair adorns his head, reaching past his shoulders in long messy strands that more often than not end falling over his face. He has been described by most, specially females as a pretty male, a thing that he founds just a tad offending, just enough to put a frown on his face. But with an oval shaped head, a fan of thick lashes protect crystal blue orbs, full pouting lips that are a dark rose color and a nose that turns up slightly makes it hard for people to see Pascal as a very manly person.

Though he has a rather lithe complexion and is perhaps a bit feminine, thanks to many years in the track team during his youth keep him in a good condition and if he were to raise his shirt, you will be able to see the hint of abs there. On his ears, you can find four silver hoops, two on each ear. Pascal always has on his person a necklace with a cross on it, not because he is a very religious person but because it was given to him by an important person on his life. He is rather fond of dark colors, blue, purple and green being some personal favorites.

Pascal has a nice warm Tenor voice, but he often speaks in a rather low voice and at times his voice may come out sounding a tad slurred, making people wonder if he is just sleepy or if he had been secretly drinking. He talks with his hands also, making many hand gestures while he talks, and has the habit of twirling strands of hair between his fingers when thinking, lost in thought or listening to someone.

||| the bad, the good, the what we won't, the what we would

.l. likes: Reading specially horror novels, Naps, Strawberry Ice Cream, Cats, Rain, Alcohol.
.l. dislikes: Broccoli, The Heat, Dogs, Pork Meat, Loud people, Brats, Pigeons, Electronics he just doesn't understand them that well.
.l. fears: Heights, Blood.
.l. goals: Become the new Head Master of St. Germain. Make the 'council' disappear, if not, at least control it.
.l. relationships: None.

||| seek me here or seek me there

.l. Teacher's lounge
.l. His Classroom

||| all the pictures in my mind

.l. The Cavalli are mainly known for being a large family of either doctors or politicians. Though, on the politics, none of them has make it big yet, but they are always attending events and sending money to their parties. In the medicine aspect however, it is a different story, they are rather famous in that field. So, being born in such a family, it was only natural for Pascal to go into one of those fields of work. But things didn't go as his parents hoped. Becoming a Philosophy teacher was not what his parents had in mind for him, after all, Pascal always had rather good grades, is good with people and talking.. They always thought that their son will go into the world of politics..

But before that, lets take a look at the real beginning.

Pascal was born into a rather large family. With three older brothers and younger twin sisters. And really, his life wasn't really bad, so Pascal really doesn't have anything to complain about. Sure, that didn't mean that his life was perfect. There are a few things that he wished would have gone different. From all his brothers, Pascal never got along with the eldest one, who was only five years older than him. They never shared more than a couple of words, and Leandro seemed to find it amusing talking trash about him to make Pascal look bad in front of just about everyone, this made to some of the boys in school to not talk to him, and to one too many rumors fly around his school. It upset him yes, but he never say something nor looked angered by this. Getting angry and yelling won't archive anything, while quietly plotting his brother's fall did. What? He has always believed that deep down, he is quite malicious.

Did he got his little revenge? Why yes he did. But no one knows this. You see, poor little Leandro was hoping to one day become a great surgeon, so Pascal made sure ruin that for him. All it took were a couple of sweet words, a few touches and a few remarks of how his brother always got in the way, directed to the right person. After that.. Well, Leo's hands were never the same. So the older sibling was forced to leave that dream and walk down a different path. And Pascal.. Well, he was glad knowing that his brother had to give up on his dream. Like said before, he always thought that he was a malicious person at heart. A few years later after his brother's unfortunate accident, when he was about to turn seventeen, it was when he discovered what he really wanted to do. Pascal developed a fascination for philosophy, and after a few words with his teacher after class, he was sure that he wanted to do just that. Teach said subject and open other's minds with it, so that hopefully, they could find an answer to the questions that were indeed profound and mattered more. Being a smart boy, he managed to get his master's degree at a rather young age and soon was teaching his beloved subject.

But after three years of teaching in St. Germain, Pascal found himself not truly satisfied with his current position, and wishing for.. Well more. That was when the idea of perhaps him, becoming the next Head Master of the school crossed his mind. And perhaps that way he could try and do something about the infamous student council that seemed to have the real control of the school.

||| were taken from the dark behind

.l. [ xxEGOxx ]

[The Social Virus]

" Wisdom begins in wonder. "
- Socrates

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No matter how long he has been working in St. Germain. The tall structure has never once give the man any sense of welcoming warmth and this time was no different. Still, a part of him liked this place, if he didn't... Well then, he wouldn't have wasted so many years in this place. But among the things that Pascal like about St. Germain, the top one would probably be, the money the school put on his pocket. The has been a time when all the blond man cared about was teaching the wonderful subject of Philosophy. But, Pascal let himself be tainted not too long ago, and become quite greedy. Don't get him wrong, he still loved what he did, and if he could, Pascal would live of it, sadly, the world isn't an easy place and he needed more than that if he wanted to reach his real goal. He came from a wealthy family yes, but the simple fact that the blond man had decided to spend his life locked in an enclosed space looking after some brats and teaching them was a subject worthy of a few laughs in the Cavalli family, not from his parents, they were disappointed by it, but soon come accept it, the mocking come from his dear brothers, sisters and the rest of the rather large family. And oh, the things they said! The words clawed at his heart and soul treating to rip them apart in shards. It made him sick to his stomach, yet he faked no offense by this. One day, just like the case with his brother, Pascal will get back at them, he just needed to play his cards right.. And he will even gain much more. But enough of such thoughts. Pascal didn't even realize that he was frowning, and quickly softened his features, letting pale lips to stretch into a smile that didn't look one bit sweet, but rather.. Impish for the lack of a better word.

With a little grunt of sorts, the only sign he would show about his current discomfort with the weather, Pascal pulled the black long coat closer to his slim frame, hands soon moving to fix the deep purple scarf that was slowly slipping off of his face and neck, the tip of his nose already turning to a light pink color thanks to the chilly weather, even his cheeks were gaining a rosy color. The pale golden locks were tied up in a lose ponytail by a thin black leather rope, but some revel strands of hair managed to escape and fall over his face, framing and shielding it from the people around. Well now, he will truly miss the colorful and warm place where he had been spending his summer. Though, during this time of the year Messina's weather wasn't too warm, so it would probably just be the same with a different setting.

The blond man walked down one of the many halls in St. Germain, hands shoved deep into his pockets now, in attempt to warm them up. His finger tips were already starting to grow numb, and Pascal disliked the tingling feeling on his skin. Perhaps it haven't been the best idea to go out to take a stroll around the school grounds. Though it was far too late to be thinking that now, and at least at the moment he was back inside the building, which was still rather cold inside but not as cold as outside. Ah. Perhaps he should go and take a look at the freshmen? Pascal had arrived a few days before classes started, his classroom was clean and ready, desk already filled with some of his personal trinkets, the blond man already went through the list of his new students among other things, so really he had nothing to do until it was time to teach his class. Giving himself a mental nod, Pascal turned right on the end of the hall, letting his feet lead him to the entrance doors and from there to the outer courtyard, where he knew a brief welcoming of sorts was being held for the freshmen. He had seen people setting the table and bringing out the few items that will be passed on to the students during his stroll, but didn't found it very interesting to linger around for too long and continued his little walk, entering the school again from one of the doors that lead both into the school and outside it, depending just where you were. The welcoming as he liked to see it was nothing big really, just handing out maps, manual and all sort of things that are supposed to make the new kids first days in this place a bit more easy. It really wasn't something very amusing, but it was better than wandering around aimlessly around the large school. That was at least, Pascal's reasoning, until the moment he exited the building and blue eyes landed on the brat, otherwise known as Emmanuel.. And the light smile that had been on his face until now was gone in a blink of an eye. Pascal... Really didn't tolerate those rich little brats. Forget it, this really was not worthy of his time, he will get his chance to see the new kids during his class or sometime later. Those council members always brought him terrible headaches.

Pascal stood there, eyes fixed into a particular random point off in the distance but not really looking at said point, right hand slowly raising up to his face, or more specifically to his hair, reaching for some of the pale blond locks and twisting them between long slender fingers. A posture that indicated one thing, and that was that the Philosophy teacher was in deep thought. While he rather stay away from those council members there were at times when he couldn't avoid it. Ah. What to do, stay here and cope with the situation or go off to wander the halls alone and bored until he found something interesting to do or classes started? Hm. Though choice... Sigh. He will stay. Letting the hand slip down from his hair and back into the safety of his coat pocket, Pascal resumed his walking, coming near to the dear, trying not to sigh and shake his head in a disapproving manner as he saw some of the prefects drag away a poor boy, and by just looking at the few wet students and the balloon on the student's hand, Pascal already had a rather vivid image of what happen and why said boy was being dragged away. Coming to stand next to the dean, the blond teacher offered the man a nod as a sign of acknowledgment that was followed with a soft. " Mr. Trotter. " He didn't say anything more, not wanting to involve into some chitchat with a man he didn't particularly liked that much, and the Teacher was almost sure that said Mr. Trotter wouldn't want to talk much when he was busy intimidating the new students. Lets see how long he lasts here before growing bored and eventually leaving to wander of into the many halls of St. Germian.

" The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. "
- Plato

Δείμος

[The Social Virus]

The dim lit room was filled with the constant tic toc of the clock on the wall, the one on the far end, that if it was not because of it, would be otherwise stripped from any sort of decoration. The wall were a soft cream color, something that the Lord considered plain, comforting and elegant. A few paintings adorned the other walls, except on the wall with the large window, that give Lord DeVita a perfect view of the north gardens. But at the moment, the curtains were pulled so, light won't fall over the four post large bed where Dante's sleeping figure rested, laying on his side under crimson colored silk sheets, pale lips parted slightly and a mop of chocolate brown hair falling over the oval shaped face, that way, no annoying sun light will disturb Dante's sleep.

It was until some hours later that his internal clock decided it was about time for him to wake, he had been sleeping for far too long now.. A soft groan pushed past his lips, and slowly grey eyes fluttered open to the welcoming darkness of his room. " Hm. " Rolling to his back, and using his hands, Dante slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Hand raising up to his face to run slender fingers across brown locks as the grey orbs fall on the clock on the wall. Ah. It was a bit more late than the time in which he usually woke up. Why didn't Ridley woke him up? A frown reached the young man's features at that single thought. Normally, on the odd days where Dante oversleep, his loyal butler come to wake him up before the Lord wasted too much precious time sleeping. Oh well, perhaps something occurred that needed of Ridley's services. The brunette just hoped that said was nothing that would need him to worry about or that will sour his mood. Enough of that. Dante had to go through his morning rituals without his butler's help. Another of the many luxuries of having such a high rank in society was that Dante could give himself the pleasure of being lazy and have others to do things for him such as dressing the young Lord as if he was nothing more than a human sized doll.

Goosebumps appeared on the male's skin as bare foot made contact with cold marble floor. Suppressing a sudden shiver, Dante walked towards the large wooden closet, making a mental note of perhaps adding a carpet so if he were to do this little trip from his bed to the closet, Dante won't have to freeze his toes off. Either way he had reached the wooden artifact where all of his clothes and shoes were stored. Letting out a sigh though his nose, Dante bend down some, body curling lightly to reach the end of his pajamas which looked nothing more than a over sized cotton shirt. The garment was pulled over his head and thrown carelessly on the floor. Someone will pick that later. It only too Dante a few moment to choose what he will be wearing today, but in all honestly, the young man simply didn't have a good taste in fashion, while it wasn't completely horrid, it just wasn't good, reason why he let his butler choose his clothing for him. Going for black slacks, a red silk shirt that went under a gold colored vest, a matching black coat and the thing that probably the whole outfit odd, was the green cravat that he was still struggling to put on. Honestly, how did Ridely knew how to tie those things? His teeth clenched an irritated manner as brown brows furrowed close and with a final annoyed grunt, the green cravat was thrown away hitting the door that moments later was open and Ridely's figure stepped inside. "Breakfast, my lord, waits for none but you."

Dante snorted mentally as he made his way to the little table and chair near a corner of the room, feet still naked. " Where had you been Ridely? " The Lord finally said, offering no 'Good Morning' to his dear butler, already letting the other know that he was not in the best of moods. The answer was probably one of: Getting breakfast ready for you my Lord. Or something long of those lines. With another sigh, the brunette gracefully flopped down on the chair, a leg moving to rest over the other, and his elbow pressed against the table, so Dante could rest and support his cheek on his hand, while the other one moved to twirl around the longer brown locks that reached past his cheek between his fingers. " Anyways, I need help with the Cravat, " He informed, feeling slightly annoyed by the fact that he couldn't tie the Cravat all by himself. It seemed that he was far too used with the butler dressing and undressing him as part of their daily routines. Perhaps he should ask the other to teach him how.. But he will think about that later. At the moment, Dante was getting far too hungry and the sweet scent of the food on the silver tray was doing nothing but to trigger his stomach. Ah, it smelt so nice.. Though.. There was another smell covered behind the aroma of warm food.. A scent rather familiar, yet, he couldn't recall what it was.. Hm. Dante's mind start to wander about just what the butler had been doing in the morning, his gaze shifting for the tray to Ridley's face as he stared long and hard. " Also, I would like to hear today's schedule. "

[The Social Virus]

" Ah, That is right.. Lord Bertucci... Wonder what that old man wants. He did mention on his last visit that he wanted to show me the new branch in his trading business.. I remember hearing something about India too.. " The brunette mumbled softly with a nod of his head, the truth was that Dante didn't pay much attention to the old man at that time.. Grey eyes shifting from the food in the tray to stare to Ridley's face as he fixed the cravat around his neck. Dante was unaware of the other's lingering tocuhes or he simply didn't care, but whatever the case, he didn't acknowledge them. No, He was far too busy inspecting the butler's face. Being now closer the scent his nose had picked up a moment ago was stronger, and Dante knew that it was not Ridley's cologne or a smell of that kind. The young man, after all, knew that the few luxuries that the butler possessed were bought by himself as a present for Ridley. Meaning that, Dante knew how they smelt and this was not it. A frown reached his features and grey eyes followed the butler's movements. Really, this was starting to bother him. It was so familiar and yet.. Tearing his eyes away from Ridley's form, the young Lord glanced to the tray and what lay on top of it. Hm, a bacon, cheese, mushroom and tomato omelet, a colorful bowl of different fruits cut up into small bite sizes, fresh orange juice, no pulp he hated it, toast along with some strawberry jam and butter for it. Indeed it was a great breakfast, his grumbling stomach was very pleased with it. A silver fork was picked up between long fingers moving towards the golden omelet. Using the fork, Dante brought a piece to his mouth, lips parting and curling around the utensil. As he ate, the brunette's eyes shifted back to his loyal butler, who was currently busy fixing his bed. Sometimes, Dante would be a little daring and wonder about how his life would had been if their roles were reverted. It wan an amusing thought, almost enough so, to make Dante chuckle softly to himself. Sometimes he would even try and replace the image of Ridley going through a simple task and put himself there. It was hard to hold on such a mental picture, if he didn't concentrate enough, the vision he created for himself would fade and be replaced with a memory of his own, reverting them back to their normal roles. Honestly, Dante was sure that he wouldn't do such a good job as his butler did. Then again, perhaps with a little education in such a matter he would.. Though, he still doubted so. First off, Dante got easily annoyed when he was ordered around. And being able to take orders was kind of.. An important thing in such a job.

Ridley's voice brought him out of his morning daze and with a few blinks, Dante turned his head back to the butler. " I know that... " With his father's death, Dante took the title as the new head of the DeVita home, and with that come many responsibilities, he was expected to attend parties, events, make sure nothing happen to compromise the factory and always make a good impression. The young Lord was shoved into the world of old greedy men, who were so ever waiting for him to make a single mistake, so to brush him away like if he was nothing more than dust. Though Dante had an idea of how the world his father had lived in worked and had come accept and adapt in such a cold place, a part of his mind was still rather naive and perhaps innocent. Blame his age for that, though if you ask him, twenty was not that young. And so, the brunette like any other child would, thought that the men that were his father's friends looked out for him and only wished him good. But how wrong he was. Oh look at that, his plate was empty now. Dante let his tongue run along the silverware, before moving on for the bowl of fruit. Lips stretching into a light grin. The young Lord had always enjoyed sweet things.

" I don't like father's friends that much.. They are so dull and boring. " Those words were laced with a hint of a whine, followed by a scowl. Indeed they were just that. " But if you are going to be there then it will be fine. " And he meant that in more ways than one. Ridley's presence always seemed to calm and comfort him. Perhaps because he knew will help him get out of trouble if he ever get in it. If he was certain of something, it was that his loyal butler will always be there for him. The corner of his lips curl up into a small smile at this, though, Dante made sure not to keep his gaze on the butler as he spoke.

Or at least, that was what he hoped. Now done with his breakfast, Dante raised from his chair, going to the dresser to put on the final items of his clothing. Socks and dress shoes.

" Make sure to inform me when Lord Bertucci arrives, I trust you will make the luncheon go completely flawless... I will be in my study going through some of the business paperwork.. " Now with his feet properly cover, Dante approached the butler, coming to stand close and stared hard into the other's face. What was that smell? It was really annoying him - And just like that he knew. Grey eyes widen slightly, and there was a flash of concern for the other male there before it disappeared and Dante was instead narrowing his eyes, a small frown on his face. " Ridley.. " He started, voice low and firm, the Lord's morning bad mood which had evaporated when delicious food filled his tummy was slowly returning at the idea of Ridley hiding something from him, and getting himself hurt somehow in the way. " Did something happen this morning? "

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" Wisdom begins in wonder. "
- Socrates

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Who are you?

Yes, that would be a good way to start the class. With a simple question than in reality it was just too hard to give an straight answer. For example, Pascal could answer it simply by just stating his name: Pascal Deimos Cavalli. That give him a sense of identity, and from there he could describe the person that he is, likes, dislikes, and fears. All of those things made Pascal, Pascal, and therefore answer the previous question. But, one couldn't help but wonder, that if he had a different name, like perhaps Dante DeVita, would he still be the same person? The change in his surname meant that he had a different family, therefore grow up in a different environment. So, with all those changes, will he really be the same person? What was the thing that really made him, well him. It was funny really, but Pascal still has yet to find the right answer to that question. He guessed it was because he still was on the road to self discovery. Though, it would be a lie if Pascal said that he didn't have a basic idea of his true nature. The reason behind that, however was still in the dark, and the teacher could only wonder if it was because of his growing environment or simply his soul had been tainted from the very beginning and no matter the situation, it will always be the same.

Anyways... Isn't doubt, suspicion, and a sense of wonder the initial impulses to philosophize?

Lost in his own world, Pascal keep on formulating questions to be answered or analyzing different things he had noticed, creating definitions and theories along the way. Fingers messing with the strands of blond hair as it was a habit of his, twisting them between his fingers and pale lips parted just slightly. With his mind miles away at the current moment it was easy to see why the teacher didn't seem to notice a second council member approaching the tables and settling there along with the head boy, the dean, and of course him. That was, at least until Augustine broke his train of thoughts. Icy blue danced along the younger yet taller male's figure, making him wrinkle his nose just slightly, wondering just when did the boy arrived and just why did kids these days had to be so tall? His eyes lingered for a moment where the water spot was on the other's shirt before returning to Augustine's face. Lips curling up into a smile. Council members were not his favorite people, though, he didn't hate them, hate was such a strong word, he was just not very fond of them and the way they got away with everything they did ticked him off. Maybe because Pascal disliked the fact that those younger boys if wished, could end up bossing him around.. One has to keep up appearances though.

" August.. Did you get hit by one of those boy's balloons?" Pascal asked, amused grin held in place as he decided to go for August instead of the other's full name considered Augustine to be such a mouthful, so he decided to go for August instead of the whole thing.. Plus he was the kind of teacher to call the students by their names instead of surnames.. Though there were times when he will simply call them 'boy' or in the rare occasions when Pascal saw them in their casual clothing by the color of the shirt they were wearing, but that only happen when the Philosophy teacher didn't know that student's name. Either way, he hoped that the other didn't mind being called August, and if he did, well too bad. Pascal wasn't going to stop doing so. Idly he wondered just what August would want with him. A grin appeared and was followed shortly by an amused chuckle. That almost made him feel like, if he wasn't welcomed there.. Almost. " Oh, you are? And why would that be? " His eyes shifted from the taller male and back to the line of students that was growing shorter. " I was curious, that's all... " And bored. Shoulders raised and dropped in a nonchalant shrug. It was thanks to a mixture of those two things that he was out here in the cold. Pascal had pulled his hands out of his pockets, making hand gestures as he talked and whenever he fell silent again, they would return to the safety of the teacher's pockets, that was, until the man decided to talk again. " Oh, I am! Freshmen are always the best, it is so fun to open their minds and force them to question the things they know. " The smile that reached his face was indeed real, it was easy to notice by the way it light up his face. Talking about his subject had that effect. Actually, talking about anything he liked did. " What about you boy? I think, you are in one of my classes.. " Pascal trailed off, brows furrowing lightly as he tried to think back on the list of names in his student list.

He was almost certain that Augustine was among that list. Then he just chuckled, eyes sharpening some, yet still managing to look polite and slightly gentle. " If you do.. I will give you some extra points if you can tell me why Legos the most ingenious toy in the world? " He quoted the question from a book he read a while ago, Sophie's World is the name, a novel that in his opinion was bizarre and interesting, also a great way to learn about philosophy. Hm, perhaps he will make his students read it.. Heh. Perhaps the question was a bit odd, but Pascal really didn't care. After all, he wasn't exactly very normal, and it was a known fact that on times, the blond teacher will go around asking or saying rather odd things.

Though, something caught his attention a few moments later, and Pascal had to blink. A golden brow raising in question as sapphire orbs landed on a boy, that was standing, in his opinion, very still there. Oh? He must be a freshman. The corner of his lips tugged upwards in a light smile. New kids were always so interesting, perhaps because they were still one big question mark for Pascal. " Yes? Do you need help boy? " Well, if the boy needed directions, Pascal will offer them, though he doubted that was the case, after all they did got some maps, didn't they? Perhaps he was looking for a guide? Ah. That could be, in that case

" The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. "
- Plato

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✖✖✖ GREED

「ωąяиιиg ℓąвєℓş 」

CHARLES BOWEN
_____________Hell has three gates: lust, wrath, and greed.
Just like me. Dare to open them?

౦ ℓooк ατ мє! ωατcнa ℓooкιn' ατ?

It is greed to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all.

౦ τнosє мιnoя đєταιℓs
Greed is just one of his many nicknames, and a personal favorite. Mainly because it fits him oh so well. Never try to get between Greed and money... Or anything he really wants for that matter. You can call him Mammon, Lust, Wrath or whatever the hell you want, and he will still turn around to face you. Just don't call him by his real name, no one is allowed to do so after all, you can try though.. And if you are lucky, you will get away with just some bruises. Charles was born one rainy day of September, to be more specific the ninth day at 3:16 a.m, nineteen years ago, twenty next year. And guess what? His birth caused his mother's death, a thing that he interpreted at a young age as if he was born to do just that. Kill others. And oh, how he enjoys it.
Greed's papers clearly say male, so don't let the silky long hair fool ya.

౦ đιvє ιnτo τнє мιnđ
"Greed is a form of idolatry, according to the Bible (Colossians 3:5). While some have had difficulty understanding this connection, the most common explanation is that the greedy person values money or possessions more than God. This may also be connected with worship of the golden calf. Another understanding is that greed serves to bring as many things that the greedy person considers valuables to that person, making him the center of his efforts, the one he aims to please, converting him into his own god, and creating pride with great concentration on the ego."

And that couldn't be more right. Charles cares only for himself, and enough is never enough for him, so it is safe to call him an egocentric b*****d with anger issues. It is really easy to annoy and anger him, which often leads him into beating the responsible of that, a wall or go burn something. Yes, he is a little pyromaniac too. Greed absolutely hates losing or being wrong, and he will try to do anything to win. If he still loses in the end, or doesn't have his way with something.. Well, he will react in a rather childish way, doing some of the other things mentioned before, among others. Like plotting his revenge. If he likes you, then fear not. His revenge will be just a prank or stealing a few things from you.

What else? Oh yes! He is quite the man-whore. Greed enjoys teasing and flirting with just about everyone and everything, making him quite the people person, he enjoys human touch, no, actually Charles craves it, to the point that he will be grumpy, bitchy and becomes quite the whiner if he doesn't get any at least once every couple of days, sometimes he tries to control himself.. But at times he fails and ends jumping the person closer to him. It is known that he has slept with quite a large number of the Fangs and he is damn proud of it. He has quite a dominating personality, end even if he is getting it up his arse, Greed still finds a way to be the one in control.

Like mentioned before, he loves fire. Reason why he always carries almost a dozen of lighters on his person at all times. Another thing he loves are dogs. He actually cares for them and will look out for them, but hush. That is his little secret.

౦ đιvє ιnτo τнє мєmoяy
Without mommy dearest daddy went into a long depression blaming everything on poor little Charles. He was a monster who killed his mother, he was the reason why his father lost his job, he was the reason they didn't have any money and all that jazz. Perhaps that was the reason why he has such a craving and need to get more and more money. But that is besides the point. Charles, growing up into such a place, of course started to believe those things that were said to him. So, if he is a monster that only knows to kill, so it be. And he closed his heart. After all, he only knows how to kill, nothing more, nothing less. His playground was the empty alleys, where, Charles would go hunt rats and cats, finding ways to kill them was so very amusing to him. At the tender age of eleven, he run away from home. Of course, no one wanted to hire a dirty little street rat like him, so Charles didn't have any other option but to turn into prostitution to get money for some food. It was during the night with his first costumer that Greed was born. Of course, being still young and somewhat innocent, when the whole intercourse occurred, something inside snapped, sending the alarms on his head off and Charles murdered his client... The blood send a strange soothing feeling over his body, and he just stared at the unmoving corpse for a moment before his eyes trailed off to the old man's pants. His wallet! Oh god, he had never seen so much money before! And it had been so easy too! He wanted more and more and more..

Some years later, he was found by a man that called himself Cobra, sparking his interest with promises of blood and money without having to sell his body to men or women. It just took him a few minutes to accept and so, Greed agreed to follow Cobra at the age of fourteen, when the Fangs were created, he trained and trained and slowly climbed up ranks. The death of the previous leader sadden him but he got over it with time. While he specializes in gathering information, Greed is a sort of Jack of all trades to the gang.


౦ ωє cαn яєωяιτє нιsτoяy
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Lawngreen, teal, medium sea green.
Cherub Rock - Smashing Pumpkins
Are you gonna be my girl - Jet
Hate - Plain White T's
Who wants honey? As long as theres some money.