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So, this was the so called “peaceful” metropolis?

A tall, lanky figure walked down a small strip of pavement and looked around him. There was a look of utter shock on his face. This entire place was quite disgusting, the nerve of some people. He sighed and turned into an alleyway only to see a bum relieving himself on a wall. He backpedaled, almost falling over. Seriously?! He sighed and shook his head. ‘Just because there are speculations that your world is coming to an end, doesn’t mean you can allow your own world to fall into disarray!’ he thought to himself as he continued down the same small pavement strip. He shook his head. What was wrong with the world today? One small fear of the Apocalypse occurring and all of a sudden it’s a free for all for murder, sex, and drugs. That’s when his eyes narrowed; there was only one group of people that was capable of causing this sort of disarray…the Sins. To be precise there were seven of them. Pride, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Greed, and Envy. Just as there were seven Virtues. Kindness, Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Patience, Diligence, and Humility.

The tall figure glanced over as he heard a large exchange of curse words, and then the scream of a woman. He glanced over and saw a silver haired girl looking around curiously. Why was she so familiar? He brushed it off as a snow began to fall; a few stray flaked clinging to his own long blonde hair. He shook his golden locks and flicked all of the snow to the ground. The world would definitely end, maybe not today, but the actions of the people on earth would definitely bring them down. He knew this was a fact for he was sent by God to the very place that he was standing right now. The boy was Temperance of the Seven Holy Virtues. He and his Virtue comrades had been sent to the filth covered Metropolis by their Lord, God, and not that he would ever argue with his deity but he strongly disliked the entire situation. He had been placed into a human host and his powers stripped. The only upside was that his current human body looked remarkably similar to his own Angel body, that he missed so. He couldn’t even stand the thought of having to accidently touch one of the revolting humans. This is why he carefully avoided them all. He got quite a few looks of confusion as he continued on his way toward nowhere in particular. He just smiled as people stared. He gave a vibe that almost made him like a hippy. All he needed was tie dye in place of his solid black t-shirt, and bellbottoms where was wearing grey jeans. His name was Levi Foxx, named after a Bible character, and one of the most innocent looking animals that God could think of. Too be honest his name confused him, but at the same time he liked it.

Even now, Levi really had no idea where to go. He really didn’t want to associate himself with the humans that walked around him. But wasn’t that why God had sent them here in the first place? Their mission was quite unclear as of now, but Levi was sure that it would pan out. He decided that his first mission would be too locating a couple of the other Virtues. Plus he wanted food. He kicked some snow out of his way and filed into the crowding streets of Metropolis. He glanced all around him; did these people really have problems? He saw people buying drugs, people assaulting others, and even guys luring cheap girls into alleyways. He shuddered, Chastity and Kindness would have a fit if they saw all the things that he was seeing right now. He shook his head and sighed as he quickened his paste, wasn’t there any sort of chance that he could manage to get away from all the filth. He shut his eyes for a moment and cleared his mind of all thoughts and then continued his way down to road.

Levi began to peer all around his surroundings His bright blue eyes scanning the sum of the earth around him. He was positive that he would know the virtues when he saw them. He breathed out slowly and leaned backwards. Where were they? He let out a sigh and then slid down and sat in the snow for a while, his fingers tracing odd little patterns in it. He shook his head, in all of Metropolis the other six could be absolutely anywhere. Levi closed his eyes and thought, if her were them where would he be? He stood and then scanned her surroundings once more. His eyes caught sight of a building not too far away; it appeared to be like a grocery store. Levi nodded an excellent place to start looking. Levi jogged and then stopped once he nearly slipped on some ice he neglected to see on the earth before him. He sighed and continued on his way.

Levi was just about near the location of the grocery store when two hands landed on his hips. His body went rigid and his eyes widened in shock. He turned around and saw a woman with entirely too much make-up, and revealing clothing standing behind him. ”Hey, baby…want to come with me and I’ll show you a good time?” she asked lustfully as her eyes flicked over Levi’s entire body. Levi felt as if she was undressing him with her eyes, and he felt violated. He shook his head. ”Sorry…not interested.” he said calmly, his voice nearly cracking at the end of his sentence. That’s when the woman got even closer. ”Oh come on, you know you want too.” the woman practically purred and her hands began to wander around Levi’s body. Levi wasn’t one to use force but this was entirely necessary. He took hold of the woman’s arms and then placed them at her sides and started into her eyes. He could see the pain and hate in them. She didn’t want to be turning tricks but she needed the money. ”You don’t want to do this….your just hurt inside.” he said coolly. She looked like she was considering her words and then nodded her head. Levi fished in his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. He gave it to the woman and then told her to go get something warm to wear and go home. She looked at him with a genuine look that said thank you. Levi might not have his powers but that didn’t change the fact that he could read emotions.

Levi continued down the side-walk toward the grocery store once he had managed to save a hooker from the streets. He passed by a café, and fan directly into a tall muscular male. He stumbled backwards. ”S-S-Sorry!” he gasped, as he caught himself mid-fall. He looked up and saw the male, and how angry he appeared to be in his brooding. He gave off an awfully, menacing aura, filled with malice and anger. Levi shifted around him and half-jogged onward. He looked behind him and then made his way to the grocery store where he saw two girls and two guys. ”Kindness! Chastity!” he gasped as he saw them. He could tell they were Virtues by the slight glow they gave off. He smiled and then looked at the other two. The woman, who was wearing quite the revealing outfit, was rubbing her boobs with his hand, and another guy’s hand. The other male had a similar aura as the male he had run into. Was he a Sin? He looked at the brooding male that was far back on the sidewalk…that would certainly explain the aura. ”What’s going on?” he asked softly as he saw the girl with Chastity’s hand.

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The sun had just barely begun to sink in the sky when Canaan awoke with a start. He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. Canaan put his hand on the back of his neck and and rolled his head from side to side. The night had been a doozy, for he had gotten absolutely no sleep. He had tried to catch a few z's throughout the day but hadn't managed to get to sleep till just a few hours ago. Even still, the discomfort remained...all Canaan had done was thrash about in the bed, tossing and turning. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the bed, which presently appeared as if a tornado had just ripped through and decided to only tear up his bed. He groaned as he shifted his weight to the edge of the bed and stood up. Canaan Rhett DiLaurentis, sighed, and stretched as he walked around the small apartment he lived in on his own, wearing nothing but the tank-top and boxer briefs he had gone to sleep in. He rubbed his eyes, and then ran both of his hands through his hair, yawning as he did so. A mewing could be heard from the floor and Canaan looked down sleepily to see, his little lynx kitten, Ares, looking at him with his doe-like hazel eyes. Canaan smiled, scratched the kitten's head...and then moved on.

He moved his way throughout the apartment, which he was happy to say was actually, for once, very pristine and very cleanly. Canaan stopped off at the bathroom to splash some water on his face just to wake himself up, after he had done that he exited the bathroom and stumbled through the house. Area persistent mewing got his attention and he quickly filled up the small kitten's food bowl. "Food..." he mumbled to himself as he straightened up from feeding the cat. He smiled and then shifted towards the kitchen, nearly falling over as he did so. He quickly got a couple of things and stood at the stove, the sizzling sound and aroma making Canaan smile. Okay, so cooking in your underwear and tank-top probably wasn't the most conventinal thing to do, but at the moment, all Canaan cared about was getting some food into his stomach. Once he was down cooking, he placed his little snack onto a plate and put butter and syrup over his pancakes. He sat down and ate quickly. He began to wonder if the others were up to anything. He quickly pulled out his phone and typed:


To; Zodiac [ All Contacts ]
From; A Little Bird
Msg; Hey guys, what's going on?
You all going to the Dinner tonight?
Might not want to incur the wrath of Fleur, yes?


Canaan smiled as he hit send. He glanced at the clock, and quickly gauged that he would have time to get a quick jog in, and then get home and get a shower in before he had to go to the Main House, for a dinner that was supposed to be mandatory for all of the Zodiac. He quickly guzzled down his food. Canaan then washed the dishes up rapidly, and jogged into his room to change. He stripped the tank-top off and replaced it with a different grey one that he wore while jogging, and he pulled on a pair of track shorts over his boxers. He glanced at his outfit in the mirror to make sure that it didn't look mismatched, and then pushed his feet into a pair of black running shoes. Grabbing his iPod, and he was out the door. He carefully put his iPod earbuds into his ears and then pressed play. Bite My Tongue by You Me At Six instantly began to play in his ears, as he took off at a jog. Canaan smiled and waved to random people as he took off. Most people knew of him, they just didn't know a whole lot about him.

The truth was, Canaan suffered from a very old curse, which basically cursed a thirteen people that were related to the Sohma family, which Canaan was a descendant of, and made it to where they turned into an animal of the Zodiac. Canaan himself was actually the Rooster of the Zodiac, but he didn't transform into a Rooster, but a ordinary bird instead. Canaan breathed aloud as he continued his little run all over the block, he almost had half a mind just to run down and see a couple of the other Zodiac. They didn't live too far away, since most of them stuck close to the Main House. He brushed the thought off as he continued on his way through the city. It wasn't until he really began to sweat that he realized how hot it was outside, even with the sun being as low as it was. He began to breathe more heavily, and decided that he should probably be getting back to his place and get ready for meeting with the other Zodiac and the Goddess at the Main House this evening. Taking a shortcut through an Alley, Canaan crossed the road and jogged down the pavement until he had arrived back at his apartment complex. He jumped up the stairs and went into his apartment. He locked the deadbolt of the apartment door, and began to strip off his clothing as he crossed the apartment and into the bathroom. First came the shoes, the shorts, the boxers, and then finally the tank-top. He went into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower. He put some water into his hands from the sink and drank it. He looked in the mirror and saw how the skin had tanned his skin a bit more, and he was glistening from the sweat. As soon as the shower began to steam, he stepped in.

It really didn't take long for him to shower. He quickly squeezed some Old Spice body wash, onto one of the body scrubs and ran it over his entire body until he was covered in little tiny white soap suds. He washed his hair with a citrus scented shampoo and rinsed his body off until there was no trace of any dirt or soap. His body was shining again from the water. He turned off the water and grabbed the towel, quickly drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. When he stepped out, he had to cross the house to get his clothing, so as he did he stopped by his phone to see that there was a message. He pressed play, and suddenly a voice of one of the servants could be heard through the machine. "This is just a reminder that Canaan DiLaurentis is to attend a dinner at the Main House this evening, attendance is mandatory as decreed by the head of the house herself, Fleur de Force. Thank you." Canaan sighed and went into the bedroom. Dropping the towel he pulled on yet another pair of boxer briefs. He then went to the closet. Fleur always enjoyed it when the Zodiac dressed up nicely, so Canaan decided that that's what he was going to do. To appease the Goddess of the Zodiac, he would dress up.

Canaan sifted through his closet, pulling out clothes and laying them out on the bed. Once he had run through his entire wardrobe, he looked at his bed to see the outfit he had laid out. It was perfect, at least in Canaan's opinion it was. He shifted his legs into a pair of grey dress pants, and then pair of dress socks. He hummed as he dressed just to make the time pass a bit faster. He eased his arms into a white button-up and pulled a black vest on over it. Making sure all of the buttons were in their proper places, Canaan then fit a purple tie around his neck and tied it into place snugly. Honestly, a bow tie might have gone better with the ensemble, but Canaan didn't like bow ties all that much. He carefully slipped on a pair of black dress shoes, and then moved to look in the full length mirror. He nodded in approval. Now, just to do something with his hair, and everything would be set for the dinner. He waked quickly into the bathroom, and brushed his hair until he had a quaff that kind of just sat back on his head, but fell forward perfectly. He nodded once more, and then moved into the living room. He had time to kill, but at least he was ready with evening wear. Hey, maybe one of the other Zodiac would call him, or maybe he should just leave now and be at the Main House early? Canaan shrugged, he was kind of weary of being around the Main House without one off the other Zodiac. He decided it was best to wait and just paced around his apartment anxiously

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That morning, Louis was sure to get up with the first chiming of the insistent alarm clock. He yawned and stretched, what little muscle he did have moving beneath his skin. He sighed and then walked aimlessly towards the bathroom. He crossed his arms over his chest just as the cold breeze coming from the fan hit his body. He shivered as goosebumps broke out over skin. Naturally, this happened every morning, because he slept in just his boxers. Louis yawned once more as he casually went into the bathroom. He turned and looked at the clock. A quarter after six, perfect. Louis went into the bathroom and flipped on the shower. He dropped his boxers into the basket, and then stepped into the shower. Same old morning, routine. Get up, shower, courtyard, breakfast. That's how it was every morning, and Louis liked that consistency. He washed over his body with a citrus scented body washed, and then ran his hands through his silky hair with a vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner...the two scents mixing superbly to give Louis a pleasant aroma. Once he had finished, he turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He then made his way into his dorm room.

Upon entering the spacious room, Louis crossed the threshold and stepped up to the window. He pulled back the curtains so he could watch as the sky began to light up with oranges, and little hints of blue; and he didn't really care if people saw him standing there with just a small towel around his waist. The sun rising was a glorious thing. Louis then gazed down and could see the people moving about the courtyard, like ants in their colony. He stepped away from the window and moved to his dresser. He pulled out a fresh pair of brightly colored boxers, a pair of tight grey skinny jeans, which he promptly rolled up to the knee, and then he pulled a white and red striped sailors shirt on over that. He slipped his feet into a pair of TOMs, and then returned to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth, and running his hands through his still-silky hair. Louis grinned at his reflection. He looked positively radiant today, and he couldn't quite place why he was in such a good mood. He sighed as he returned to his bedroom and plucked a white-ish gray colored benie and pulled it onto his head. He pressed his hand to the window and could feel that it was quite cold. He grabbed his wallet, and pulled a black jacket over his arms and shoulders, and set out for the day at the university. Louis made his way silently down the hall, because there were still quite a number of people asleep, and then hopped down the stone stairs. He grinned into the morning and then made his way to the courtyard, slipping his phone and his wallet into his back pockets.

Louis took the short walk to the courtyard as a time to enjoy the university's flora and fauna. It was a quite a sight to behold when one could simply look about and see all the things that held such beauty and that painted nature with elaborate colors and shades. He smiled, and hummed softly to himself while birds chirped, and flowers seemed to stand straight up to greet the sun's rays. His back pocket vibrated, sending small buzzes across Louis' a**, which made him jump slightly. Sliding the phone easily out of his pocket he saw 'Good Morning' texts from both Liam and Zayn. He smiled, and quickly texted back that he was on his way into the courtyard. The time was passing by perfectly, half past seven was coming along quite quickly and Louis smiled. He vowed never to be as late as he was yesterday, he loved the freedom of the morning, and the chance to spend just a little bit more free time with Liam and Zayn. Louis continued his humming as he entered the courtyard and walked into the small cafe. He eyed one of the tables, and could have sworn that he had seen a few curls from beneath a beanie. He quickly brushed it off as being a coincidence, obviously his mind was still on the stranger from the day before. He went into the cafe and quickly ordered a french vanilla cappuccino with extra whipped cream. Louis positively adored the flavor vanilla. When he stepped out of the cafe, he gazed into the morning light, and saw that the amphitheater that made up the courtyard was beginning to fill with the normal buzz of students.

Soon, the morning silence was broken when Louis turned as he heard two familiar voices. "Louis!" Boobear! Instantly, he was face to face with both Liam and Zayn. "Good Morning, Mates!" Louis beamed. "And how are you doing this fine morning?" Liam smiled as he ran a hand through his fawn colored locks. "I'm doing alright, just a bit chilly is all" He said as he shivered slightly. Zayn's face lit up as he quickly walked behind Louis and wrapped his arms around his torso. He placed his head into the crook of Louis' neck, to where his chin was just below Louis'. Don't worry Boobear, I'll warm you up. Zayn smiled and hugged Louis close. Louis smiled at first, but then began to think about the inuendo that Zayn had just said. It was obvious that Zayn was flirting with Louis, but Louis wasn't quite sure how to react to it. He shimmie out of Zayn's hold and smiled at him. "That's alright, Zayn. I'm fine now." he said as he pulled his coat closer around him. Zayn had a pout on his face, and Liam just gave him the 'Chill out, Man' look. Louis sipped on his cappuccino. He smiled at the two boys. Liam then looked over beside a small vendor's stand. "Look, the paper." he smiled. He walked over and picked one up and read through it. "Lou, have you seen this?" he asked, looking at Louis. His finger pointing to the personal ad. Louis nodded and then told them the story about the mysterious letter from the night before.


"So, you really think that this little note could be about you?" Liam asked after Louis had finished his story. Louis nodded. "How many people do you know at this school that dress like me?" he raised an eyebrow. Liam shook his head, no one dressed like Louis and that's what made him unique. "Plus, his a** does look quite breath-taking in them jeans - - er, I mean...I honestly think that this might just be a hoax." Zayn added in. Clearly, he couldn't quite believe that someone would be using the paper to try and get to someone, let alone try to get to Louis. Louis shrugged, he honestly didn't know. "It's flattering, none the less. I mean, how sweet is it for someone to try and get to someone just by cute little love note?" Zayn's eyebrow perked up. "Oh, so you're into receiving cute little love notes?" he asked, his voice almost a purr. Liam shot him a look, and Louis just smiled and nodded. It was flattering, and whether they were about him or not, Louis felt special for the person that was receiving them. Hardly, anyone gave him a second glance...well, other than Zayn. Louis sighed and then finished his vanilla coffee and tossed the cup into the waste basket. He said his good byes to Liam and Zayn and took off down the cobblestone path toward his class.

That day seemed to go by deathly slow. Louis was wracking his brain trying to figure out who it was that had such a fear of people finding out who they were, that they would just slide the note beneath the door. He thought of this while he walked through the courtyard to lunch, he though about it while he sat in his Literature and Composition, Biology, and Maths classes. He just couldn't place his finger on it, but deep in his mind, he knew that they were about him. Or at least, he wanted to believe that they were about him. Just the way that they described him, and then the fact that they wanted it in the paper that couldn't be just a coincidence right? Louis continued his day like any other, just spending a bit more time in retrospective thought. He returned to his room at sun down, as always. He took a small nap and when he awoke, he pulled on a pair of sweats and his jacket and then made his way back across the dark courtyard to the paper. When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, another envelope. He opened it and read the contents of the letter, and scrunched his face up at the same initials as the signature. It was really starting to get to him, he wanted to know who it was. After he had started the machines to run the paper, he went back to his room, with the original copy of the note and read it over and over.

Why can’t I get you off my mind? What are you doing to me? – HS


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The next day was quite similar to the first. He would get up, and get a shower. Watch the sun rise, and then dress. He would then make his way down the long corridor of the dormitories and then exit and walk to the courtyard. Every day, his days seemed to be getting earlier and earlier. Louis couldn't quite figure out what had gotten into him, but none the less he still just did as he normally did. He got a small breakfast muffin and a vanilla coffee in the courtyard and awaited his two friends. The temperature seemed to be dropping daily, and Louis had taken to either wearing sweat pants, or keeping his skinny jeans legs all the way down. He pulled his beanie further down over his ears to keep them from freezing. He shivered slightly and pulling his jacket tighter around him, he really could have used a warm hug right about now. He sighed when his phone vibrated and he pulled it out to see a text that said Zayn was staying in because he didn't feel well, and that Liam was studying before a test. Louis shivered violently, he wished they would have told him that before. And he even sent that in a reply to both of the other boys. He then stood up and stalked off into the library.

The library was much warmer than it was outside. Louis quickly slid onto a plush sofa, and curled into himself. He pulled out a piece of classic literature that he was to read for his Literature class. After a while of sitting there, his phone buzzed. He opened it and saw a text from Liam. Liam had sent him a message to try and make him smile and feel better and when Louis read it he couldn't help but laugh. His laugh almost a melodious thing. People had even said that when he laughed, the angels rejoiced. Though, Louis would say that that was taking it just a bit too far. Louis' smile and laughter were actually contagious when he was around certain people. When he saw the time, later, Louis jumped up and dashed off to his classes. While he had free time in the morning, he wished he could say the same for his time throughout the day. His day did perk up when Liam brought him lunch to the paper. Louis swore that Liam was like an older brother. After the day, Louis dashed off to the paper a bit earlier that night. Same as always, he opened the door and found an envelope. This time mentioning his laughter and the library. Louis was beginning to feel more and more like these were about him. He ran the paper and kept the original copy. Finding himself reading it throughout the night, to make sure the words remaining the same.

I saw you in the library today, you laughed and I swear my heart stopped. The thought of actually speaking to you makes my heart pound. I don’t understand why; I never used to be so nervous – HS


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Thursday's pattern of schedule was very much the same. Except this time he was explicitly late to the paper on purpose, just to spend a bit more time watching the people of the courtyard. Whoever it was that was sending in these notes was someone that knew of him, and watched him practically daily. When Stephen asked what took him so long, he simply said that he was recording patterns of behavior for a new piece he was working on for the paper. That quickly pacified him and opened the door for Louis to be late daily. He wished his secret admirer would just come out and talk to him, but judging by his notes...he was scared, and nervous. Louis couldn't blame him. He got butterflies in his stomach every time he thought about the notes. Louis sighed and smoothed the pieces of paper out on his lap and read over the notes he had received so far. All with the same sweetness beneath the words and which the same cryptic initals at the end.... - HS. Louis wanted ever so desperately to know who this HS was.

At lunch that day, he gazed about the courtyard, and caught the gaze of someone very familliar, and yet at the same time...not familiar at all. The curly haired, emerald eyed boy was sitting across a spance of space and seemed to be gazing in Louis' direction. Louis looked over and saw the girls track team running, clad in only sports bra's and running shorts. Louis quickly put in his head that that's what the stranger must have been staring at. Louis stood and attended his daily schedule. Except, that night when he went to the paper. He ran the whole way, he was eager to read the next small note that the Anonymous person was asking to be put in the paper. As always, he read it and sent it off in the machine to be printed. Reading the tender words as many times as he had too, to commit them to memory.

I can’t stop thinking about the way your a** looks in those skinny jeans, and how much better it would look without them – HS


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Both Friday and the weekend seemed to go by almost in a blur. Like, Louis had laid down and gone to sleep Friday night and awaken Sunday morning. His weekend was quite a boring one. Considering he spent most of his time trying to decipher the hidden meanings of the notes, as well as try to determine the sender of them. Both Zayn and Liam tried to coax him out of his room, but Louis had his heart set on trying to solve the mystery. He missed going to the courtyard every morning, and watching people. He even missed the crystal green gaze that seemed to linger on him whenever he turned around. If these notes were about him, then whoever was sending them was obviously someone that knew practically his every move. Louis sighed and lay his head down on his pillow. Watching as Liam and Zayn snoozed on the floor on pallets. Since, he wouldn't go out. They came in. Louis smiled and shook his head looking at the two boys.

Sunday was the day that he was most looking forward too. If the secret admirer was still up to his normal schemes, there would be a note under the paper door that night. Louis actually took a walk out in the bright sunshine with Liam, and even treated Liam and Zayn to lunch. They had a fun day handing out, even though the entire time Louis' mind was obviously somewhere else. He tapped his foot anxiously whenever they were still and would gaze up at the blue sky and white puffy clouds. He willed the sun to sink down lower. Liam walked him home that evening, and even hugged him. Louis was set on edge by this notion....could it have been Liam that was his secret admirer all along? Louis ran to the paper as soon as the moon was high in the sky. As he placed his palm on the unlocked door, he breathed out slowly. Turning the knob and pushing slowly, he stepped on a envelope and heard the familiar crinkle. He didn't even take time to open it slowly, but rather tore it open. He read it over a million times, his jaw agape. The person mentioned the Boobear nickname. That automatically was a red flag, and Louis knew that it was him. The note also mentioned that the admirer heart broke every time his friends called him that....Zayn. The admirer didn't like Zayn, and that was a fact. Louis quickly ran the next paper. Coveting the orignal document with the others within the safe confines of his book bag.

Every time I see you with your friend, the one that calls you boobear, I swear I can feel my heart breaking – HS


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When the week began anew, Louis quickly adapted back the normal schedule. Except this time, he knew that both Liam and Zayn would be showing up. He decided that it would best be careful around Zayn. The admirer clearly watched his every move, and he didn't want the person to get the wrong idea from Zayn. Standing in line to buy coffee at the vendor, he didn't even hear the two boys walk up. Suddenly, he was being swept off of his feet, and was being held against someone. Louis' legs instinctively locked around the person's hips, and he found that he was being held by Zayn and that Zayn was kissing on his neck playfully. God, he hoped that the admirer wasn't around. "Good Morning, Boobear!" Zayn mumbled against Louis' neck. "Put me down!" he shrieked. He unlocked his legs and wiggled until he was put on the ground. He gave Zayn a look, but all he did was smile back. Getting his coffee he stormed off, and almost ran into Niall. "Sorry about that Niall!" he said apologetically. The blonde smiled and just waved a hand as if to brush it off. "Hey can I ask you something?" "Sure, anything." Niall smiled at Louis. "That friend of yours...where is he now?" Niall raised an eyebrow. "Oh, he's working on his piano piece for an exhibition. He's in the music hall right now." Louis nodded, and then took off at a jog, calling a thanks behind him.

Louis ran quite a ways until he had reached the music hall. From there, he just followed the sound of the sweet piano music he heard. He heard a deep voice singing as well. Louis followed the sound, and then carefully, ever so carefully, opened a door. He stepped in and could see the back of a head of curls, and a swaying of a body. Louis' mouth gaped at the sexy sound of the singer's voice. He could already tell it was the stranger, and his voice moved all around the room like melted chocolate....dark, and sexy. Louis walked around and then took a seat at the side of the piano where he could watch the maestro at work. He smiled softly at the composer, and then said, "Would you mind if I sat in?" in a soft and delicate voice, not wanting to completely distract the boy. He was clearly in the zone and Louis had to admit...he was fantastic.

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Marcel had been up since the crack of dawn. Inspirations coming to him like a spectre in the dead of night as he lay sleeping lightly, alert to everything around him. Once the idea struck him, he knew that he had to act on lest he risk the chance of losing it forever. And with that notion, he arose from his bed and awoke one of the other Violet’s from their heavy, snore-filled dreamland. Naturally, they were instantly appalled and put into alert at being woken up at such ghastly hours in the morning, but upon seeing the glinting look in Marcel’s eye, they knew exactly what was going on. Now, the white haired boy sit on a stool in front of an easel, leg crossed beneath him as he sketched furiously to get his rough draft done. His hands had already become smudged from him blending the dark charcoal lines into grey shading onto the shadowed parts of the piece. He chewed on his bottom-lip absent mindedly, gaze only flickering every so often to examine the model before him. The lines of his latest sketch were slowly coming into focus, though he still had a long way to go. Marcel took his time in his art. To him, there was no time for mistakes. If he was going to do something, it was going to be perfect.

“Do not move, or we’ll have to scrap this whole thing.” he instructed, his voice low

He shifted his gaze to the student displayed before him, his body bent in odd angles, but not to a point to where it verged into the line of the grotesque. More so, statuesque. However, Marcel could tell that the boy was struggling to keep his composure and stay in the position that he had put him in. A brief nod, and Marcel turned his attention back to the canvas before him. Most any student in the Violet Wolf house was a willing volunteer to be his model. Though, that may just have been because Marcel was the prefect of the Violet House, and therefore by doing the things he asked the students felt they could get some sort of brownie points. While Marcel didn’t believe in rewards such as that, he was however, likely to do things for the students in his house. More often than not, when there was a request for an improvement it was always made. Marcel, though being the silent one of the prefects, knew the campus like the back of his hand. And like a shadow, he could find his way in and out of places before he was ever noticed. That was the beauty of being a Violet Wolf. No one cared, so no one noticed. And it was these trivial thoughts that ran through Marcel’s head as he continued to sketch, finally working on getting the final lines finished. Once he had, he slowly unfolded his legs and got off the stool, walking to the far wall and turning to gaze at the canvas from far away. Nodding in approval, he walked back to the art station and picked up a rag, wiping his now black hands off.

“Thank you Nigel, you are dismissed.”

Marcel finished cleaning up his things before he put the easel off to the side, and behind a large cabinet in the foyer of the Violet Wolf dormitory. He then slowly made his way up to his room, glancing out a window as he walked up the staircase and saw the sun would was just beginning to rise, illuminating the landscape of the English countryside as it rose. He paused for a minute, taking in the beauty that very few took the time to see. Sighing, he ran a hand through his platinum hair and stifled back a yawn as he proceeded up the dark wooded staircase. It was still quite early, so much of the house had managed to remain asleep. Such was the typical schedule of the Violet Wolves. Marcel, almost always the first to rise, was up and left to his own devices until the rest of campus awoke from his seemingly permanent slumber from the night before. He didn’t mind it much, ever since he was a toddler, he had always been an early riser. And when he was in the hospital, he hardly got any sleep to begin with. And it was because of this that Marcel almost never showed signs of sleep deprivation.

Making his way slowly back to his room, Marcel couldn’t help but wonder what the day would await him. Though his day was almost always the same. He would go to classes, and when not in his classes he was doing his prefect duties, be they holding a meeting at the Swan Gazebo, or monitoring campus for any one infringing on the rules. It grew tiresome, and Marcel was becoming quite weary of it as the year goes on. However, it was a privilege to be a prefect. And a privilege that Marcel was not willing to give up, at least not yet. Stifling yet another yawn, Marcel walked over to his closet, with footsteps as light as the dew on flower petals in the morning, and opened the wardrobe. Inside, he pulled out three different hangers. One, with his blazer, another with his pants, and the third with his shirt and vest. The Weston uniform was anything, if not old-fashioned. The headmaster that founded Weston wanting the school to look just as dignified as those surrounding the queen in London. Many found the uniform stuffy, and often complained about it but there was something about it that Marcel liked. Being cautious of not creasing the uniform, Marcel left his room and made his way down to the dormitory showers, where he quickly undressed, glancing at his thin frame in the mirror before stepping into the shower. The water was scalding, turning his pale flesh a bright red though Marcel didn’t mind. By the time he left the shower, the bathroom was covered in a thin steam permeating around the room. Quickly, drying his body off, he dropped the towel into a laundry basket and pulled on the uniform, straightening everything to perfection. As a prefect, he was always expected to set an example and look his best.

By the time he returned to his room, he had all of his uniform on except for the main symbol of the prefect. His hair was perfect quaffed, and everything on his uniform was in perfect position. Marcel was a bit of a perfectionist so if something wasn’t right, it needed to be fixed. And when it came to clothing, everything had to be in place. Sighing, he walked over and picked up a small wooden box, lifting the lid and gingerly lifting out its contents. A violet dahlia. The house flower of the Violet Wolves, and symbol of a prefect. Pinning it to his breast, Marcel turned on his heel and made his way out of his room again, a leather messenger bag hanging off of his shoulder. Making his way down the steps, he paused to lift his sketch out from behind the cabinet where he had left it earlier that morning. Making sure he had everything that he needed for the day, he exited the house and made his way slowly down the cobbled lane, nodding a greeting at all the people that took the time to speak to him. He paused momentarily once he felt the phone buzz in his bag.


FROM: MARCEL
TO: NOZO
MSG: Sorry, I have to go the art room early this morning to finish up
a project. Though, I’ve left you a small stash of cinnamon candies in
that spot of the library, if you want to go find them. We’ll talk
at lunch, okay?


FROM: MARCEL
TO: PREFECTS
MSG: Let’s meet in the Swan Gazebo at lunch. We have some things
we need to go over before we have the midnight dinner with the
Headmaster in just a few days.

Once the texts were all sent off, Marcel took the time to stop by the caf quickly to pick up a coffee, before he exited and silently made his way towards the art room on the opposite side of campus. He kept his eyes on every student that he walked by, making sure they were all following guidelines. That was the only drawback of being a prefect, always having to watch and keep an eye on people. And even worse, having to write people up for breaking such simple rules that were easy to follow. Shifting his artwork in his hands, he reached to open the Art room door only to have it opened for him by the teacher, smiling at him and giving him a warm greeting. Marcel nodded back in return, and walked inside. Once inside, he didn’t even have to look over to know that one of his underlings was in the Art room, Samuel, one of those devil-may-care types that hardly every took the time to properly put on his uniform.

“Sam, uniform.” he said, slowly walking towards the front left of the classroom towards his station.

Marcel found his stool and set up his latest piece of art, folding his leg under him, he instantly fell into a zone of drawing. Waiting till he had to go and meet with the other prefects at lunch.