Invisible ( A Highschool Roleplay ) ((NEEDS PEOPLE!!))

[KappaTii]

Josephine had closed her eyes after a while, only opening them every now and then. It was when her eyes opened that she saw the small petite girl walkig up ahead.
The sway of her hips made her smirk as she noticed she had gotten attention from some other in the bus. But mainly she smirked over the fact of how tiny the girl was! Maybe it was because for her age Jo was tall.

Jo was 5 ft. 8 inches tall, she wasn’t far from being as tall as her father. At her old school her height was also a matter of jokes from others.
She did not mind the way the petite girl acted, she was all for free love but what managed to annoy her was the girl that called the small girl a slut.
Not only was it because of how annoying the girl seemed… it was her tone… that tone that every single snob in her other schools had. Right away she could tell that that was the kind of girl who believed was better than everyone else.

Just like the girls in Jo’s previous schools, a little too much attitude and a whole lot of b***h. Rolling her eyes at the comment she moved her sight back to the window.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later that she noticed the bus stopping. At last… she thought standing and following the line of people that was getting down from the bus.
When her feet touched the ground she was… amazed at the sight. Moving a bit ahead she took in everything she saw. Jo had been expecting something prison like… This was rather pleasant!

Stretching her arms she took them behind her head and breathed in deeply. Smling she turned around and saw everyone picking up their bags. Taking her arms down she moved towards the group around the bags almost crashing against a blonde boy that she had seen on the bus, though back then he had his laptop next to him. “Excuse me” she apologized with a smile walking past him.

She saw her bag from afar and quickly reached out to take it out from a pile of other bags. Hooking the strap on her shoulder she moved away from the pile and stood aside next to a brunnete girl in a black dress.




ωнєяє ι αм: ..School grounds?.
ωнσ ι αм ωιтн: Others..
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[Agent Val]

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Morning had arrived too quickly. It seemed like it was just an hour ago that Eleanor had set the alarm on her phone. A skinny arm flecked with scars - long, round; thin, bold - snaked its way from under the bedsheets and slid a nimble finger across the cold screen to silence the alarm. Eleanor slung her legs to the side of the bed. Even her thighs had discolored lines of scar tissue. A voice outside of her room made her startle and cover herself. Her parents knew about her addiction, but she still tried to hide the scars when she could. They hated seeing them on their only child, especially after finding out about her suicide attempt. What hurt them more was that they had no idea - not that they would have done much to try to prevent it from happening. Eleanor's parents truly did love her, but they often found themselves stuck in drunken rages, too busy nagging each other about pointless trifles. The girl quickly hopped out of bed and got dressed in one of her many sweaters. The second she had donned the long sweater, her mother entered the room.

"The bus has arrived. Are you ready?"
“Yes, Mother.” The words rolled off her tongue like poison. Eleanor pulled on a pair of tattered jeans and sat on the edge of her bed to put on her calf-high boots. A sigh escaped her lungs. Eleanor was not ready to head off to her new school. What difference would it make, really? You can change the school, but you cannot change the people. Sure, the other students were supposed to be "different," be "troubled" - so what? If anyone thought they could all get together and sing kumbaya while holding hands, they were wrong. It did not matter. People were cruel and there was no changing that. Eleanore hoped that, at least, maybe she could find someone like her there.

The bus outside was not what she was expecting. Instead of your typical yellow school bus, this one was black. She frowned slightly as she slung her packed bags in the luggage compartment. The ride was relatively painless. She got to see several other students before classes. They seemed like a normal bunch. No one talked on the way to the school; she was glad for that. She sat alone near the back of the bus, just listening to her music and absentmindedly sketched in her sketchbook. The ride was not very long, but they made decent distance. The school seemed to be out of town quite a ways. Of course... send up away from the normal crowd...At least if they were away from the rest of society, they could not cause any more trouble, right? Eleanor rolled her eyes. Just because they were different was not a good reason to send them all away as if they were monsters. A lot of the so-called "issues" they had could not be helped.

Just as the girl decided to close her sketchbook, the bus halted. They had arrived. Eleanor waited patiently for the other students to get off the bus before she would attempt to disembark, herself. She half expected there to be a crowd of students around the bus's luggage compartment, but by waiting to be one of the last off of the bus, most of the other students had already grabbed their bags. When there was a large enough opening, she lunged forward and snatched her bags, trying to not get in anyone else's way. With bags in hand, the brunette gazed around her. Where was she supposed to go? Her dorm room, more than likely, but where were those? Maybe there was a place nearby to get a map. But... where would that place be located? Oh dear...

As her nerves began to jumble, her skin began to itch with morbid desire. The weight of her bags began to hurt her shoulders, but she did not care - she welcomed the strain. Her hazel eyes scanned the area, trying to learn what the other students were doing and where they were going. Eleanor stood idly, trying to take everything in.

[KMackyD]

♫ ♪ Mishiranu Nobu ♫ ♪

Mr. Music

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Tom Day - Solace

Mishiranu was zoning out of the world around him, lost in the sound of his music while he walked away from the larger group. He almost didn't see a pink haired girl walk into him, he was going to say something when her lips moved, he couldn't hear her but he was able to make out the movement of her lips, he gave a nod of recognition and shrugging that it didn't really matter that she almost ran into him. He honestly didn't care and wasn't too surprised by the fact that there would be a few close calls, even in a small group it was a little crowded, a few too many for his liking. A lot too many actually. Looking around and away from the group of people he began walking, no exact destination, just somewhere away from the group and maybe a place to sit down, heck maybe he'd find his dorm.

Throwing his duffle bag onto his back and using his now free hand to pull out his phone that contained his music, he changed songs to something more chill, something to help him enjoy the greenery and surroundings, landing on 'Tom Day - Solace' he grinned, a very atmospheric song, slow, soft, with a great beat to it that slowly picked up. Perfect to him. There were a few buildings that he would eventually get around to checking out, but nothing that grabbed his attention outright. He guessed one of the buildings would be the dorm but instead of heading straight for one like he had planned before, he decided to stick outside, maybe search for some nice shade to relax under instead of the comforts of the indoors. It would be a nice change after all now that he thought about it. So he turned away from the buildings and just walked, letting his feet take control.

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[Mitsurashi]

Having glanced away from the window at an awkward time, Ikama was given the pleasure of watching some girl's false attempt of swaying non-existing hips. What was this person trying to get at? A fresh loaf of bread had more curves than her. Come to think of it, there were a couple more new people on the bus now. He had hoped to be the last on the bus. That would equal a quicker and more swift route to the school..

What was kind of interesting was the fact that no one spoke to another. The only sounds ringing his ears beside the roaring of the bus was the muffled songs from everyone's headphones. Those things were supposed to mute out the music from the world around you and yet, here he was, being bombarded by various genres at once. Gripping the bag, Ikama tightened his hold on the luggage as he tried to calm himself from hurting someone on the bus. Not like it would be the first time or anything either.

In the second year of Middle school, Two boys were unlucky when a stray bullet from their spit ball fight landed square on his face. A bystander you didn't wanna piss off. But alas, Ikama lost control and thus was suspended from that particular bus for a week.

Having used the bag as a stress ball, time passed and Ikama made it through the bus ride somewhat sane. As the crowd of students raced off of the bus and gathered their belongings, Ikama instead sat in his spot a little while longer. Staring off at the school, things started to make more sense in his head. Students who were possibly similar to him all in this one school? One class? One dorm house? Annoying, pesky, irritating, vexing, aggravating, frustrating....people.....If his prescience was correct then this whole idea was going to be a pain in the a**.

Having made himself angry (Like usual), Ikama marched off of the bus, not needing to grab anything from the storage. Now they were just pecking at the bags in order to get the correct ones. Waste of time. Instead of standing with all the idiots, he decided it was about time to search for the dorm. A rest was a definite at the moment.

ℒife isn't just made for the living...

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...Nor Is It Just For The Lucky...

[Stupid Idiot Dog Brain]

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The elevator had reached it's destination with a pleasant ding, releasing Jeff onto the second floor. The young boy stepped into the Gregorian like hallway, admiring the woodwork on the doors. Wonderfully carved, detailed flammable wood.

Seeing that Jeff was located in room 201, he didn't have to go very far before he found his room.
With no hesitation what so ever, the boy entered his designated dorm. His eyes were greeted with a decent looking bed, large curtained windows and a bed side table. There was a closet next to the entrance and desk and a dresser on the left side of the room. The walls were kind of a bland, greyish blue but, that was fine. Jeff was simply stoked he got the dorm all to himself. He had never thought on it much but, he had automatically assumed he would have to share with a roommate. For the blond, that wouldn't have been much of a problem but, sometimes people were difficult to get along with.

After some unpacking and some bed testing, Jeff was finding himself about ready for further exploration of the school thus far. Before he left though, he plugged his game into the nearest outlet to charge and headed back out the door. Instead of going back the way he came, Jeff spotted a small glowing exit sign at the end of the dorm hall. He noted the slightly unsettling silence and assumed the place must have been mostly empty. Everyone else would probably arrive later...
Despite the kind of loneliness, Jeff was finding himself reluctant to leave. Rather, since nobody else was around, he kind of wanted to take a peak inside the surrounding dorms. Sure, they were likely not any different than his own room but, Jeff had nothing better to do.
So, deciding to bide his time by snooping, Jeff opted to begin with the very first room in the hall. The one just before his own and then work his way down from there. What could possibly go wrong?

[babiekat1993]

Prinicipal Kenneth Anderson

As the day went on, more and more student arrived on campus. The principal watched his school blossom from atop the highest building. A sudden realization hit him. The students were arriving, but they were exactly socializing. They each kind of scurried their own way. Oh no. This couldn't happen. His hopes for this school was to give the student that didn't fit in other places somewhere to make friends. The idea hit him suddenly. He would pair the students up so they would have no choice but to interact with each other. Or at least give them someone to talk to until things got less awkward. After numerous attempts to get groups of people that he didn't think would clash, he was satisfied. It was half past 10:00am and a click was heard over the loudspeaker system.

"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS. THERE WILL BE AN ORIENTATION FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE ARRIVED ALREADY. PLEASE MEET IN ROOM 121 ON THE FIRST FLOOR OF THE ACADEMIC BUILDING IN PRECISELY ONE HOUR. THERE IS A MAP OF THE SCHOOL IN YOUR DORM ROOMS ON THE DRESSER. TO HELP FIND YOUR WAY. THERE YOU WILL BE INSTRUCTED ON WHAT TO DO NEXT. SEE YOU ALL SOON."

There was yet another click and then and eerie silence. An hour should give the students enough time to get unpacked and settled in. Then he would see their bright shining faces. Maybe not shining but soon enough they would be social little butterflies and well behaved students.

[babiekat1993]

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Ms. Slut.

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat


It hadn't taken Kaydence long to unpack. She barely had any things. A few pairs of clothes and some essential shower stuff. Speaking of showers, she really wanted to take one. She had just taken one that morning, but that was just her. With nothing else to do she found herself standing under the warming water. There was something just so relaxing about the water hitting her skin. About 30 minutes later, Kaydence was sitting in a towel at the edge of her unmade bed. This was normal for her. After a shower it took her forever to get clothes on. Suddenly a voice came over the loudspeaker. A student orientation? Kaydence would never give up the opportunity to throw herself in the middle of a crowd.

First impressions were a biggie with the girl. She would have to do this right. She stood in front of her closet and her head tilted. She didn't have much to choose from, but she wanted it to be just right. She needed the perfect amount of whore and classy. After some time, she settled on a skirt with pleats that ended right below her a** cheeks. A white tank top, complete with the cleavage that she failed to have and a black jacket. ((Shown in picture)) She matched the outfit with a pair of flats with bows near the toes. She pulled her slightly damp hair into a high ponytail and let pieces fall around to frame her face. She didn't wear makeup. Never really suited her.

She grabbed a small backpack to cram some things in, including the map of the school. Inside she also had her iPod and headphones and a small stuffed bunny that she never left. It was a childish habit but something she couldn't break. All set for an adventure, Kaydence found herself roaming down the stairs and in the direction of the outdoors. She would have stopped to see if Ryleigh was on her way, but she hated the girl so much.

With the sunshine above her and a small smile that danced on her lips, she pulled the map out from her bag. She studied it for a few moments before looking up and back down. "So. I must be here." She muttered to herself while pointing to a spot on the map. "And the academic building is..." Her eyes darted around frantically until she found the building she was looking for. "There." She small feet quickly brought her to the building and inside where a chilly gust blew from the vents above. The building must have had A/C.Lucky for her, she had a jacket. The rooms were labeled easily enough to find 121 with no problem. She peered inside. No one was there.

She honestly didn't want to be the first one there, so she decided to do a little bit of exploring for the time being making sure not to stray too far away from the classroom.

If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

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I think I'm better than you.
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No. I know i'm better than you.




Everything was beginning to take its place in the room.

Her favourite color splashed the plain walls. While she couldn't paint or anything, she did have posters and pictures and quotes that she threw up. It was beginning to look like home or at least a really crappy version of it. She was satisfied with how things were turning out. She had a few more things to put up, but they were all heavier and she would definitely need a guys arm power to get them there. Once the school year started, she would con some idiot to do all these things for her.

She had no consideration for others as it may have turned out. She turned her music up on her radio and pulled out her newest book. It was filled with things beyond her imagination. Promises of sacred lands that someone could only think up in their dreams. Her eyes began to scan the page, taking in every word in its own. The music was so loud that she had almost missed the first announcement of the school year. She did however pick up a few words. Orientation...academic building... Room 121. That was enough for her to go off on.

She was already dressed and all that so she decided to head on over. With her book in her hand, to keep her entertained while waiting or whatever the hell was going on. she made her way over to the building. At the classroom, she saw that she was the only one there, which she didn't mind. It would give her more time to read and being the first one in meant she would be able to see who else was going to this school. She took a seat on a desk in the far end of the room, where she had the perfect view of the world outside from the window and the door. Her eyes almost instantly went back to her book only looking up occasionally to see if anyone entered the room.






Ms. Straight-A's

[KappaTii]

Jo had been in the middle of finding her dorm when the speaker was turned on. Stopping she arched an eyebrow and listened to the man speaking. “Great... orientation..” she whispered as she reached her dorm room. Number 106 was hers. As bend down to place her bag on the floor she kept on mumbling incoherent sentences. “Just... come on down to 121 where the corporative man will turn you into a drone..” sighing she finally opened her door and picked up her bag.

As she entered the room her eyes widened. “You gotta be kidding me.” she said staring at the colorless room. “This truly is a jail” she shook her head. There was no life in here! It was all... flat, tasteless! Boring!
Where was the imagination and free expression when this dorms were built? I mean come on add a little color!

“Just one window?” she grunted moving towards it and throwing her bag on the bed. Taking a deep breath she stretched her arms “Alright Josephine, easy and calm down” she said to herself. “Yes this place is a prison, it’s where imagination dies... but you’ll make the most of it” nodding she rubbed her eyes and looked around her “I need to make it a bit liveable” nodding she reached for her bag and began taking out her stuff.

Luckily she had brought a bunch of scarves and a bunch of other cloths.
Jo began hanging her scarves against the wall letting the design show off. She moved around her furnitures except the desk.

That she left by the window and placed three small yellow flowerpots by the window for them to grow. A big dreamcatcher abover her bed that she covered with different colored cloths a few decorations here and there and at the end she hung sage on her dorm room for good luck.
“Well... it’s better” she shrugged, it still needed improvement but....

Turning around she stared at her watch “Oh it’s almost time” she said leaving her dorm room and running towards the educational building.
“121” she repeated she noticed the small petite girl not that far from the orientation room and offered a smile.

“Ah here it is” entering the room however there was someone already there... ah the other girl, the one that had coughed up whore... Rolling her eyes at her she made sure to sit on the other side of the classroom.



ωнєяє ι αм: Dorm- Room 121
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ωнαт ∂σ ι нανє ση мє: Pic clothes
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[KMackyD]

♫ ♪ Mishiranu Nobu ♫ ♪

Mr. Music

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Stonefox - Heart (Samuraii Remix)

The soft melodies of Mishiranu's current song wasn't loud enough for it to drown out the loud click on an intercom system, signaling someone was about to use it, Mishiranu pulled out a single ear-bud and focused his attention on the person speaking. With the message given and Mishiranu given a new goal, he gave a quiet sigh before turning back around towards the buildings on the campus. Now he just had to find his dorm so he could find the room he was supposed to meet in. What was this? A treasure hunt? Maybe they should've just given him a map in the mail before sending him off to this school. Instead of further complaining in his head he walked towards the largest building that was probably the academic building. He was able to find a directory in the front of the building that pointed out where he needed to go and the dorms. He still had a good while till he needed to be in Room 121 so he headed for his dorm, dorm 301 if he remembered correctly.

Making his way to the location specified on the directory, he looked around not really taking in the looks of the building at the moment. He just wanted to find a way upstairs and to his dorm. He spotted an elevator and a stairwell, adjusting the duffle-bag on his back he made his way to the stairwell and began his trek to the third floor. He hurried his way up, taking steps two at a time till he made it to the third floor. He promptly pushed the heavy metal door open and looked for his room number. Finding it, he opened the door and walked in while surveying the room; fairly spacious, nice bed, a desk, dressers and it was bland as all hell. He shrugged off his duffle bag onto the bed and replaced its place on his back with his backpack containing his laptop. Mishiranu opened up his duffle-bag and searched around for a few items to give his dorm a bit more of a homely feel. He pulled out a small black pack and slid out a wooden burner. He set it down on the desk for the time being and pulled out a pack of Ka-Fuh traditional incense, he pulled a stick out, set it in the holder, and then lit it with some matches he had brought.

The pleasant sent of primrose began to filter the room and Mishiranu smiled to himself. Incense were one of the few things he shared with his mother, no matter how distant they were. Satisfied with his small amount of change to his room he grabbed the map that was on his dresser, took a quick look at it, then made his way off to room 121 in the academic building. It didn’t take long but when he arrived there were already two females in the room, the one that had almost bumped into him earlier and another that was reading a book. He didn’t bother saying anything; instead he picked the seat closest to the door, pulled out his phone and began switching through songs, turning the sound down on his ear-buds in-case a teacher a walked in.

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Now we're burning all the bridges now xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Watching it go up in flames xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
No way to build it up again xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
And we're burning all the bridges now xxxxxxxxxxxxx
'Cause it was sink or swim xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
And I went down, down, down xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Taia Leonhart]

❅ Luca Croix ❅

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My life is one constant battle between wanting to be alone....

Luca watched as one by one, students were filing off towards a building, presuming to be the dorms. She followed instinctively, but kept a distance away from them as she made her way inside the building. Stepping into the elevator calmly, with her right hand pushing the 3rd floor button, Luca breathed in a sigh of boredom as she wanted to return to her sketch. She was aware of the others in the elevator, and so she withdrew mentally, drawing silent for now. Her shoulders rolled a bit, as the weight from her duffel bag caused her to lean to the side slightly.

Upon hearing the ding, with the number 3 lit, the doors would open, and Luca stepped off the elevator to make her way down the hallway to scan for her number. Upon finding the door upon the left, Luca pushed the door open slowly to study the inside. It was certainly different from her room at home. She pulled her duffel bag off, setting it next to the bed just as the announcement was heard on the intercom. Oh, lovely.... She thought, sighing softly. Luca took the hour to sort through her things and organize them as she would of at home. She kept her sketchbook and pencils in her book bag, as that was to not part with her at any time, since she would find inspiration nearly anywhere, and the thought of missing an opportunity would stress her out.

Luca slipped the map into her sketchbook before making her way out of her dorm, pocketing the key into her sketchbook and locking the door before stepping down the familiar hallway. As the elevator returned to the first floor, Luca headed for the Academic building. Once inside, her earthy gaze studied each number until she came across '121'. Luca pulled the door open and stepped inside, with her hands at her sides as she scanned the room. There were few people in already, not recognizing them right away, despite them being on the bus as well. Luca's right hand held the strap of her book bag as she made her way to the back of the room to sit down and divvy back into her sketching.

✘ Where: Campus > Dorm
✘ With: No one currently
✘ Mood: Anxious, but calm

but not wanting to be lonely...

[Stupid Idiot Dog Brain]

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Jeff wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting when he had entered the room. He was right on his initial assumption of things being pretty much the same, they were. The only difference was the neatly folded pamphlet like item on the top of the dresser in the room.
What was that? A welcome brochure? One of those religious thingies? Nope. As soon as Jeff had reached for it and opened that bad boy up, he found it was a map. How useful, why didn't he get one in his room? Again, it was likely something he had missed. Oh well. He had one now.

Just as Jeff was about to make himself cozy on the bed and check the layout of the campus out, the announcements went off.
The boy listened with questioning eyebrows, glossing over the map halfway through to find the room number mentioned.
Orientation huh? That sounded important. Probably. Not something that Jeff was too interested in attending.
The blond rested where he was for a moment, one hand gradually finding it's way into his jacket pocket. He let his thumb begin to graze over that lighter as per usual, but he didn't bother with the flames this time around. Instead, his thumb was occupied with the jagged carving of the name on the side of the lighter.

There was a moments pause and then a sigh. Jeff rolled off the bed and onto his feet, stuffing the map into his pocket.
He had decided that if he was going to go to this orientation, he was taking the long way there.
Stepping into the hall, Jeff took the emergency exit out of the dorms instead of the front entrance.
He took his dear sweet time getting to the designated room but, he got there. There were already a few people gathering.
The blond acquainted himself with the back of the room, just behind a girl who seemed to be invested in something in a sketch book? He peaked over her shoulder curiously but, not so much as to draw attention. He didn't peer long before his eyes were exploring the others in the room.

One kid to the left, another to the right. Someone drowning out the world with music, some girl with rad pink and blue hair. Some other girl reading a book.

Jeff leaned back in his eat with a heavy sigh, feeling like he would have been better off staying at the dorms.
He quickly got up again though. There was still time left, right? There had to be more people coming. He left the room, casually slipping out the door and into the halls.
"Just gonna kill some time..." He mumbled to himself.

[Agent Val]

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After some searching and getting lost, Eleanor managed to find her way to her dorm room right as an announcement was made over the loud speaker. “Oh, rats.” She opened the door and looked around at the quaint little room. This is what she would call home for quite some time. It was definitely nothing like her old room, but with a little T.L.C. it would look just like her. The girl sauntered over to the dresser where a neatly organized stack of papers and a single roomkey sat on top. A solid 'thud' came from her bags as she dropped them on the floor. She would have to go through everything later. At the rate she was going, she would end up being late for the orientation if she continued to dawdle.

Eleanor slid the papers across the top of the dresser, scanning each document swiftly. The one on top seemed to be the most important; it was a map of the school with labels of each room and every building. Grabbing the map and her room key, she jetted out the door without anything in hand. She was relieved to see that other students were still making their way to their dorms. At least I'm not the only one running a little late! The brunette smiled brightly at each passerby, occasionally glancing down at the map in her hand to make sure she was going in the correct direction.

Structures and hallways were beginning to look familiar already as she seemingly backtracked to exactly where she just had been not too long ago. All it would take for her to remember her surroundings would be a few laps around the campus. “One-seventeen... one-eighteen.... one-nineteen..." The classroom for the orientation was just up ahead. Eleanor still felt like she could possibly be in the wrong place, but was reassured when she saw a boy from her bus ride leave the classroom. I wonder where he is going... Her honey eyes watched the blond curiously. She slowed down to a complete stop outside the door and rotated on her heels, her eyes glued to the boy. She was now even more confused and dreaded the possibility that she might had gotten herself lost again.

With wide eyes and her lips pursed, she turned back to face the open door and peered inside the room. Sure enough, she saw a few more faces from the bus ride. A wave of relief swept over Eleanor. Thank god she had found the correct room without much of an issue. Feeling rather awkward just standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights, she quietly slipped in the room and took a seat close to a window in the middle section of desks. The other students all seemed to be preoccupied with something, and there she sat, nothing in hand. Eleanor decided to just people watch to pass the time. More people were bound to start showing up soon.

[Agent Val]

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Light footsteps in the hallway melted into the sound of awkward conversations bouncing off the walls. The first day of school was always an interesting time. It was both exciting and frightening at the same time. There were a few small groups of students idly holding conversations. The majority of students seemed to be in class already or, for the new students, in orientation. Room 121 was where this blond-headed boy was heading. Vincent was new to the school, but arrived on one of the earlier buses, so he already had a basic grasp of the campus layout. All of his stuff was already put away and a few posters were slapped up on the walls of his dorm. Up until this point, he had just been walking around and making mental notes of people (girls) he wanted to get to know and places he wanted to swing back by.

It did not take long for him to find classroom 121; he had walked past it several times that morning as he monitored the hallways. It was a simple classroom. Nothing too bold, but also not so boring that it put you to sleep. There were a decent amount of students attending the orientation, none which he recognized. They must have come in on the last bus... His eyes, colored golden from contacts, made a sweep of the room. To his pleasure, most of the occupants were female. Vincent stopped in the doorway and leaned on the frame, pretending to look for a desk to sit at, but actually inspecting each girl.

The first girl he noticed had long brown hair and was reading a book. She must be the studious type... Knowledgeable.
The second girl his eyes fell on was rather eccentric. Her hair was mostly pink with blue around her face. She had a flower in her hair. I'm guessing she's outgoing and likes to have fun, maybe party...? Either way, I'm going to assume 'rebel.'
The third girl was wearing all black clothing and was drawing at the back of the room. Definitely an artist. I wonder if she would need a model...
Lastly, the fourth girl. She seemed rather average, smiling and people-watching. Hmm... She's probably actually batshit crazy. All the seemingly 'normal' girls are.

Vincent decided to settle down at a desk a few seats over from the one other guy currently in the room. To be fair, he looked the guy over, giving him equal treatment. He was above average, that was for sure, but seemed shut off from the rest of them, judging by the ear buds jammed into his ear canals. Vincent mentally shrugged, indifferent. The guy would probably end up not caring much about him. Some guys frowned upon Vincent's desire for women and this guy just seemed like he would be one of those people. There was no way of knowing for sure, expect to sit and wait. Vincent decided to not bring up memories of people he used to know and instead focused on admiring the lovely ladies around him.


(( OoC: If the color for thought is too obnoxious or light, let me know. I'm still fidgeting with the color scheme a bit. EDIT: I think it's easier to read now.))

[Stupid Idiot Dog Brain]

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He was unsure of where he was really going, but that wasn't exactly a concern.
What was more of a concern to Jeff was the lack of anything interesting happening. So far, everything was no different than your average school.

With a yawn, the young man turned a corner in the hall, his sneakers squeaking against the shiny tiles below as his feet occasionally dragged across the floor.
The glimmer of the light in the reflection of the freshly waxed surface was sort of attention grabbing. Jeff kept moving forward though, eyes absentmindedly glued ground wards as he wandered nowhere in particular.
It wasn't long before Jeff's lack of attention had ended up with him making rough contact with some heavy machinery.
"Oof- jeez..." He groaned, stepping back to partially glare at the little grey industrial floor cleaner parked so innocently off to the side. Unattended, with a comfy looking seat no less.

Jeff stood for a moment, simply staring at the cleaner, and then at his own surroundings.
Jeff could recall a time where he had gotten to use one of those before. It was his first part time job at a Costco. It didn't last long but, Jeff had a few good memories there. One would assume that floor cleaners were nothing but slow, but the boy could proudly recall having washed a good twenty meters of floor in less than a minute. His managers didn't quite agree with his method, especially since he had knocked over more than a couple displays and almost dented a shelf, but the job was getting done, right?

The boy's gears began to turn and suddenly he was finding some interest within the school walls. Without even bothering to consider what consequences may come of his next choice, Jeff casually hopped in the seat of the cleaner.
Surely he was doing the school a favour. The other half of the hallway clearly needed to be taken care of!

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It had been, maybe... Five minutes? Yes. Five minutes until Jeff was yanked off the machine by a teacher that just so happened to be going his way. That was pretty good time. Jeff had expected less before maybe a janitor would be returning to chase him down. But nope, now he was being escorted by his jacket collar back to that stiff old classroom.
The woman shoved Jeff in, sending him stumbling a couple steps before he adjusted his jacket and made his way back to his previous seat, not before flashing her a quick grin though.
The woman hadn't even said a word since she had found him on the sweeper, she simply glared at him until his butt was firmly planted and then left. Her heels could be heard clicking all the way down the hall.

Well, Jeff couldn't really complain. He had managed to kill a good fifteen minutes.


((OOC: Just gonna stick this one back in class...))

[Mitsurashi]

This school gave little imagination to the mind. Each building was pretty much connected and quite average. Actually this appeared more like a correction facility than a high school. The prior name fit better for this place in his opinion. He felt calling it something else was just a way to calm the students who thought this to be a safe haven. Lets just see how safe it really is... Those words rolled off the tongue in a battle ready demeanor, as if Ikama had issued a challenge to the students and faculty alike. But....He digressed, the students he came across failed to bring an intimidating presence. Every guy he saw gave off an aura of "I make trouble but I can't back it up". Not to mention the girls were all too skinny, nothing enjoyable to look at.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Ikama continued into the dorms. Knowing and having followed a few people walk inside, he knew taking the elevator was a negative. There was no energy in him to deal with a group of teens in a cramped box. So instead Ikama searched for another way upstairs. Of course there had to be a set of stairs, right? There needed to be another route in case of a fire in the building.

Once spotting the stair case, the speakers clicked on, catching his attention as a male voice spoke from the PA system. It was an announcement for an orientation being prepared for the new students. For God's sake, they had just split to go about their own business and in less then 60 minutes he'd be in another room with everyone. Great...So much for resting. Adjusting the case, Ikama rose up the stairs. The stair well was as voided of contamination as other ones, not to mention the temperature was about the same as well.

While. moving up, his eyes caught the movements of another, one of the blondes from the bus ride. Not in the mood, Ikama passed without a word, praying there'd be no communication. Having made it a success, he made his way to room 200, just to stop with a minor suspicion. Why....was his door cracked? Opening the door slowly, he peered into the empty space. As he crept through deeper inside, a strange scent began to linger into his nose. Red eyes took note of an imprint on his sheets. Not even five minutes here...and someone was kicking his patience. Throwing the bag into the middle of the man-made print, treating it like a bull's eye. Ikama went to grab the map for the way to the orientation, eyes widened in anger as his face twisted in agitation. The map was gone? He placed his sights onto the floor. White strands past over his face as he chuckled in disdain. Grabbing the keys, he looked back at the bed, memorizing why he was irked before slamming the door. 121....121.....They'd be there...right?

Stepping into the room after about twenty minutes after the announcement. Scanning the students, he searched for anyone that would look like a suspect, that being one of the guys...

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