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Gwenn had not gone to school that day, she didn't feel like dealing with all the strange stares that people gave her. She had long bright red hair, her eyes were the brightest blue, slender build, short, but nothing that made herlook like she was a freak. But, ever since the people had found out what she was, they ignored her, made fun of her, or tried to best her. Two years ago now, had been the day that she had ruined everything for herself. She was doing good at being "Normal" but when it came to protecting the ones she loved and cherished, her temper flared. She had been in art class at the time and the teacher had been acting like a b***h again. She had always picked on the students that didn't do what she wanted, or just the ones she didn't like. This time her teacher had gone to far. Gwenn had set the art room on fire. First starting with all the "great" pictures in the class. Her teacher had screamed and was beside herself with rage, but not as strong as Gwenns. She quickly looked at her classmates that she actually liked and told them to get everyone out. The teacher had been cornered in a supply closet as Gwenn had set that side of the school in blazes. She had walked out with no burns, no ash on her. Nothing. Her anger had taken hours to calm. her parents had gotten her out of the mess, but in return she was out on her own. Ever since then people had known her as a freak. Had left her alone, and her "friends" had all left her. But the friends she had now, they understood her, they were like her in different forms.

She had been walking down the street from her favorite coffee shop when she saw Ben. She knew something had happend, hence all the sirens. The same sirens that had gone off two years ago. He looked devistated. She remembered that he was the only one around that had stayed with her during the past two years. She had ignored him till then, now she would never forgive herself for it. She pushed her long straight hair back from her face and yelled after Bed.

"Ya know, the faster way to get out of town is to go down the street, and take a left. But you wont get far Ben."

She kept walking after him, thats all she would do, walk after him, walk to where he was. Always walking.

Aimlessly, Toyol drifted towards the school building, meandering as she pleased. Sirens buzzed around in her head as they followed whatever it was they were following, but were silenced as the heavy double doors to the school slammed shut behind her. She looked at the tiled floor, and Thera joined her from the confines of her mind. Toyol made a half smile at the miniature ghoul, with its deformed, white features. Its eyes were a dull red, same as her own, and it quirked its head to one side as it watched her, sitting atop a locker. Toyol never noticed that there was no one else in the hallways.

She made her way to the cafeteria, still staring at the tiles, stepping carefully on only a few of them, as though the rest would eat her. She didn't want to step on the faces she saw imbedded within them. They looked so sad and lonely already, that she figured they didn't need a foot to add to that. She entered the cafeteria, and immediately whirled and walked out. Her skirt swirled around her legs as she did so, revealing a rather new cut. Though, there was no one to see that. Thera followed her, not at all seeing the faces in the tiles that Toyol had convinced herself were real, stepping on all of them.

He frowned, raising one eyebrow, and then raising both. Ben really wanted to be angry, scream out 'No, BEN SMASH!' and continue his battles with the police. He had every right to be, and Gwenn pointed a few of his reasons out. Most guys would do exactly what he felt like doing, and as soon as he thought of that, he remembered that he wasn't, and would never be, most guys. He stammered slightly, eventually finding words.

"That.." he paused, clutching his right fist. "Sounds like a plan" he finished, releasing tension on his hand.

He walked with her, finding it harder and harder to stay angry. Anger could do little against kindness, especially if it was all malarky. Ben looked down, though only for a moment. He then looked back up, the beginnings of a grin forming on his face. He made no motions to change his stance, as he wasn't necessarily familiar with expressing affection.

"Well...uhh...I can't say that I really mind at all about what we eat, just not fish" he said. "And it'd be best...if we went straight there...people..know my face...if you get my drift" Ben added, doing his best to keep his mind from such thoughts at the time being.

Gwenn walked with her arm around Ben until they got to her apartment. She took out her key and opened the door. She flipped on lights and the TV as she walked in.

"Look, Ben. On TV again. Make yourself at home."

She went into her small kitchen and started looking through her fridge, and cabinets. She had told him that she would give him food. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have much.

"Well, I have left over pizza, left over chicken, left over everything! Or I even think I have some ready made dinners in the freezer if you're that hungry."

She continued to pull things out of cabnets. Finding a bag of chips she opened them, then began to munch.

"Help yourself Ben...So...umm, you want to tell me what made you lose your cool this time?

She put down the food, and stopped jumping up for a bag that was in a cabnit. Just stopped, and looking at Ben she understood.

He wants to leave again. He wants to go some place else so that he doesn't have to stand up to this. Well, that isn't going to be a probem after I'm done tonight.

"Now don't say tha'. Why don't you do somethin different this time. Stand up for yourself, but without the theatrics that happened today. Besides I doubt that the whole town wil remember it with time."

She had a knowing grin on her face now. She knew what she was going to do tonight. At least, she knew that Ben might stay after it was done. Now, she just waited for him to fall asleep, then she was would go and pay a visit to multiple people that night.

Toyol sat shrouded within her own mind, perched on an old rickety fire escape somewhere on the apartment buildings near the school. Her brow was furrowed contemplatively, and an old spoon rested on her nose. Her eyes were focused on the landing above her, as the stray cat poised there stared at her, befuddled. Toyol didn't recall how she'd gotten there, or where she'd gotten the spoon. She'd decided to name the cat 'Moser'.

((This is my attempt at making a good opening post in this highschool roleplay. WATCH ME SCREW IT UP ROYALLY! XD ))

Trevor Knolls -- a young man of age 19 -- finally awoke to the sounding of his alarm. He set the blasted thing for 7 AM that morning, but he finally caught its sirens at 2 PM. 'Sirens...? This damned thing beeps. I think my alarm clock has evolved.' He coughed when he tasted hair in his mouth. The silver haired young man rolled over and off of his bed -- landing upon his bare back.
"Thank you. I needed that."
Trevor picked himself up and looked about his room. Such a bare place. The walls lacked wallpaper and only showed the dark cedar wood the small shack of a house was made with. His bed only had a sheet for him to cover up with. But that was fine. He knew how to keep himself warm. The young man walked over to a small dresser and pulled out three clothing items: a pair of blue silk boxers, black jeans, and a white button up t-shirt with the sleeves torn off to the elbow. He quickly got dressed -- well as quickly as a half asleep boy can -- and walked out of his room. He left the shirt unbuttoned and his pants showed the boxers underneath since they slid down and hung on his hips. He still heard the sirens and turned around to turn off his alarm clock. He mashed the button and turned back to leave the room. The sirens were still blaring.
"Whaza? Great. I get it now. Damned piggies. Waking me up damn it! Well, no need to b***h about it. I'm awake now. Oh loverly, I missed school too. I love today."
He rolled his silver eyes and passed by the small linoleum floored space that would be considered to be a kitchen. He slipped on his black sandals near the front door -- not like there was even a back door -- and walked out of his house. He didn't even bother to lock the door since there was nothing he valued in such a rundown shack.
Trevor walked down the weed-ridden sidewalk and continued on. He didn't even have a car. But walking was fine. Just fine.
"Maybe I can pick up my class work. Or get there for the last class of the day."
Trevor continued on down the street headed for the school in a zombified way. The young man was still half asleep and completely unaware as to what was going on around him.