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x. Main Setting

Wormwood High School



It looks neat like that. Enough said. -lazy-


x. Within the School

The Library

The Library is first and foremost a place for students to spend their Study Hall in. The Library is open from 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., Monday - Friday. This gives students plenty of opportunity to study for tests in a quiet environment, even outside regular school hours.


The Pool, Track, Football/Soccer Field, and Gymnasium

All of the Sports Centers, like the Library, are open from 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., Monday - Friday. This gives the more athletic students time to train and do general exercise activities. Sports Centers are also open during certain Events, which are announced well ahead of time.


The Park

Wormwood High School does not have a playground, but does have an extensive Park and Garden area. The Park and Garden are also open for the extended hours of 7:00 a.m. - 10:00 p.m., Monday - Friday.


The Cafeteria

The Cafeteria is where students can spend their lunches. Students can purchase a wide variety of foods, and can choose to sit indoors or outdoors in the Courtyard. The Cafeteria is open from 7:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m.


x. Outside Settings

Buttercup Cafe

Buttercup Cafe is a cyber cafe set in the heart of downtown Wormwood. The majority of the Cafe's clientele are students from Wormwood High School. The cafe caters to the younger generation, and can always be found playing the latest music. The Cafe has computers available for use, as well as stations for students to set up their own laptops. The atmosphere is always light and bubbly, and is argued to be the most popular and best place to unwind after a long day at school. Some of the students even work in the cafe to earn themselves spending money.


Archie's Arcade

Archie's Arcade is an Arcade with numerous types of games. Tokens can be purchased and tickets can be won, which can be exchanged for prizes. There is also a snack counter, where snacks and drinks can be purchased, with a small eating area.


x. Misc.

Anyone can create a miscellaneous setting. The above settings are the concrete settings we have chosen for people to use, but feel free to make up any other places.

It was the beginning of August, and the sun was shining brightly across the beautifully landscaped school grounds. Summer vacation was over, and the students were returning to Wormwood High. The little Freshmen were wandering around nervously, trying to find their classrooms, while the older students were relaxed, chatting with friends they hadn't seen all summer. The Junior and Senior classes were record small this year, and had been lumped together for the first time. As the warning bell rang out across the school, students separated from their friends to head to their classrooms.

In the Junior-Senior Homeroom, the young, sprightly teacher Miss Liv was scrawling her name across the chalkboard in large, curled, and bubbly cursive handwriting. She was dressed to impress for the first day of school as she stood atop a step-ladder so she could reach the top of the board. Her long, curled, golden locks cascaded down her back, dotted with sweet baby's breath and small, bright blue wildflowers. Her arms and legs were left barren to reveal her gently sun-kissed skin, a rather short, forest colored skirt hanging low on her hips. Her midriff was slightly visible between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her sleeveless, corseted, brown, yellow, and green top. The neckline of her top was a plunging V, leaving her perky, decently-sized chest bulging over the top, pushed together to show copious amounts of cleavage. On her feet she wore strappy flat sandals which matched her outfit well. Her favorite accessory, which was always around her right thigh, was a bowed, frilled, and flowered garter.

As students filed in, they were probably getting a great view of her from behind, the height of the step-ladder and the short length of her skirt making a perfect, revealing combination. Miss Liv was certainly not oblivious to her nature, as the students would soon find out. It was a wonder how she came to be employed there, allowed to break so many dress code rules. Not only that, but she was even young for a teacher; Not that she wasn't completely qualified, because she had all the necessary degrees to teach her students.

Kicking up one of her heals she admired her name on the board with a small squeal, before bouncing down from the step-ladder. Her chest bounced along with her, and she trotted to the corner, tucking away the ladder for later, should she need it again. As the second bell rang, Liv turned to face the class, expecting everyone to be in their seats by that time. Clasping her hands gleefully, she looked at them all with bright, sparkling blue eyes.

"Ooohhh~ Welcome, students~" she giggled happily, "Are you all excited for your first day of school? Juniors and Seniors, together! How fun this year will be~"

Moving to her desk, Miss Liv hopped up on it, sitting on the front side. She kicked her legs a little before crossing them delicately, "As you can see on the board, my name is Miss Liv~ I will be your teacher for the whole school year. I do hope we can become the best of friends~"

She surveyed her students, taking particular time to linger on the young men in the class, looking them up and down as she batted her long, curled eyelashes, "Alright, let's get started! We'll go around the room and have everyone introduce themselves, shall we~? And do tells us some fun fact about yourself, as well as what your Summer Vacation was like, hm~?"

Liv pulled a flower from who knows where and used it as a pointer, addressing each student in turn, her eyes wide with rapture as she listened to each little anecdote and fun fact.


Ricky hadn't taken any notice of Miss Liv when he first walked into the classroom; He was far too busy being in the spotlight, chatting up the other students. He was still as popular as ever, and this year he was at the top of the school now that he was a Senior. He was lounging cooly in his chair as he socialized with them, dressed in his usual mix of athletic and punk clothing. His strong, athletic arms were revealed as he wore a sleeveless sports shirt. His favorite color combination was black and red, so naturally on the first day of school, he was dressed just so, his black pants riding on his hips with a studded belt keeping them in place. His casual skater shoes would later be traded for his running sneakers, but for now he wore them loosely on his feet. His jet black hair was still damp after his morning shower, which he took at the same time every morning, right after his mile run, which he ran at the same time as well. His eyes were a deep red, but were bright with energy and vigor.

As Liv began to address the class, Ricky quieted and watched her with interest, one eyebrow quirked at her strange behavior. He had to admit that she was one of the youngest, most gorgeous teachers he had ever seen, but he couldn't help but wonder, as so many others probably did, how she got the job. Were they really letting her wear those clothes like that? At least it was guaranteed, as she said, to be a fun and interesting year. He watched as several students before him introduced themselves, telling their tales of Summer Days long gone now. His large, wolf-like ears twitched here and there as he listened, and he raised one hand to his right ear, rubbing at it gently. He had several silver piercings in that ear, which shined a little as they hit the light.

When it was finally his turn to introduce himself, he grinned and leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, "I don't really think I need to tell everyone who I am, but if I must...My name is Ricky, I'm 17, and Captain of the Track Team. This Summer I trained with a former Olympic Runner...I know, I know," he waved his hand dismissively as everyone oohed and aahed, but his tail was quietly and happily wagging behind him.

"Hopefully this year will be as great as the last, right?" he grinned at everyone, exuding confidence and slight social power and control, "Who's next?"


Rey busted through the door just as Ricky finished his introduction. He looked around at everyone from behind his jet black sunglasses. He wasn't even carrying any kind of bag or books, obviously unprepared for school. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his worn, leather jacket. Underneath he wore a tight-fitting, light-colored tank, which showed off his toned torso. His tan pants were tight-fitted, hugging him in all the right places. His pants tucked into mid-calf biker boots, and belts hung loose around his hips. The slight smell of a good cigarette clung to him, as he had just finished the last one he would have for several hours.


"Oh, Mr. Clowes~ How nice of you to join us~" Liv cooed. She obviously already knew the young man, "Come in, come on~ Have a seat. And you can go next, since you've interrupted~"


Rey grimaced at the familiar sight of Miss Liv, his pointed canine teeth showing themselves. His large fox ears flattened for a moment with slight irritation as he watched her. His messy bangs fell around his face, the rest of his shoulder-length, reddish-brown hair pulled back in a thin ponytail at the base of his neck. He flicked his bushy but sleek, red fox tail before trudging to take up the empty seat. He couldn't believe he was back already; The Summer had been incredibly short in his opinion.

With an expectant batting of the eyelashes from Liv, Rey reluctantly began his introduction, "The name's Rey. I'm 19, and this Summer I worked, like any respectable person should do. Satisfied, Teach?"

Kyle had been having an amazingly crappy day. Mostly because if they hadn't been heading to school for the first time in months he would still be sleeping right about now. As thankful as he was that Kiah so gently woke him up early on his first day to catch up with friends (gently meaning that he was thrown across the room), he still couldn't help but send her a glare every chance that he got in between goofing off with the guys. He was also a bit mad that Kiah would be constantly at his side, thanks to principal, but managed to brush it off since she wasn't particularly keen on the idea either. Groaning at the sound of the first bell, Kyle felt his sister prod him in the back, causing him to sling his pack over his shoulders and shuffle his way to their new classroom.

His foul mood was quickly remedied when he walked into the room, taking in the hot babe of a teacher with his tail wagging. He wished he'd picked something else to wear for the day, instantly regretting his preppy school uniform. As much as it complemented his sexy tan skin and the few scars on his face, it seemed a bit too tame for this wild angel to be satisfied with. He quickly ruffled his hair into place and smoothed out his ears and tail, hoping to get her attention. Kyle could feel his sister glaring at the back of his head, so he proceeded to pick out desks for them, making sure to take in the view as long as his teacher allowed him to while she was stretching next to the board.

Kiah had chosen her favorite blue, pink, and white dress to wear on the first day of school, along with a pair of darker blue leggings so she wouldn't violate any dress codes. She hated putting a hole in them for her ridiculously fluffy tail, but soon got over it when she saw how cute her outfit was. Now if only she could wear a gorgeous pair of shoes to match her long white hair, or even the blue streaks on her ears... Taking out her frustration on her brother, Kiah quickly drove them to school, catering to her brother like no other Cadejo probably would by waiting for him to finish talking with his friends.

Upon leading her idiotic brother into the classroom, Kiah had to pause and stare in horror at their new teacher, hoping that this was all a bad dream. She was wearing the exact clothing that wasn't allowed and was giving everyone in the room a once over, particularly the boys. She glared at her brother who ended up staring at the shameless teacher while walking to their new desks, tripping him up a bit when they sat down.

"The name's Kyle, though I'm sure most of you already knew that," he wiggled his eyebrows a bit at the ladies in the classroom, staring at the teacher with his glowing orange eyes for a bit longer than anyone else.

"Kyle, hurry it up. Now," Kiah whispered, kicking the boy that had paused for a moment too long, wincing a bit when he kicked her back subtly.

Kyle sent a victorious smirk towards his sister and continued on. "Anyway, I'm 16, and I'm on the Football Team and the Welcoming Committee. This summer I mostly spent my time surfing in Hawaii. Some of the local girls claimed I would have won had there been a surfing contest at the time," he couldn't help but boast, ignoring Kiah's eyeroll.

"My name's Kiah, 16, Vice Captain of the Kickboxing team and main member of the Welcoming Committe. I spent the summer riding the bike trails in Hawaii with my mother while Kyle was so bravely taking on the waves," she stated uninterestedly, throwing in a bit of sarcasm at the end. "If you ever need to find something, just come see me." She decided not to mention her brother and simply stared at the teacher, signaling that they should move on.

"Hey, I can help too..." Kyle indignantly replied, narrowing his eyes and showing his sharp canines in his mischievous grin.

"Yeah, if you want to end up in the pool during math class," Kiah remarked, putting an end to the conversation while Kyle pouted a bit. "Now shush."

Trevor woke a few minutes before the alarm, roused by nothing but the end of a dream. Nothing unusual. He lay in bed staring at the clock until the klaxon sounded. Reaching over, he silenced it. He sat up, pulling the sheets to one side, unveiling his legs and the one article of clothing he donned while he slept. A pair of shorts. He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment with his back slightly arched and both hands planted on the bed with locked elbows. Trevor lifted one hand and rubbed the back of his neck, noting the feel of the hairs back there. They delivered more resistance than usual. Almost time... he thought with a sigh. He began to yawn and stretch. Three knocks came from his door before he finished his yawn. He knocked on his nightstand three times in response. Footsteps could then be heard, becoming quieter as they got farther away from his door. He rose to his feet and walked to the bathroom for his shower.

When he finished with the shower, the pup dried himself, placing the towel on his head. He dried his hair only partially. Upon returning to his room, he put on only his pants and shoes, before walking downstairs to eat his breakfast. Trevor didn't see anyone on his way down or while he sat at the table. He looked at the clock and noticed his was a little behind schedule. This meant that he would just have to skip the usual session of taking in some music at his desk. He finished up all things necessary inside of the house and left, locking the door behind him. He walked to his car and popped the hood and held it open with one hand. He meticulously scanned the compartment. Satisfied, he closed it and proceeded to sit in the driver's seat. Starting the engine, he sat for a moment to listen. Everything was in order. He then drove himself to school.

Arriving at school he found a parking spot. He took in the view of the campus. It was nice after all. Leaving his car, he found some shade and lingered under the shield. He heard the warning bell and continued his approach to the school. The closer he got to the school, the more faces he recognized. He chose not to engage any of them. Trevor entered the school and searched for his classroom. It wasn't long before he came across his destination.

Reaching his homeroom, he looked inside before entering. He saw a student already sitting inside. As he got closer to the door, the angle changed and then he saw her. He presumed this was his teacher. He took in the view. It was nice after all. He couldn't help the slight smirk that played over his mouth. After a brief respite from thought, Trevor instinctively ran his tongue down the length of an incisor. He took a seat in the class and watched as the others slowly filed in at irregular intervals.

All the students were in seats as the final bell rang. The room was full with the exception of a few desks. The teacher began her introduction and thus began the introduction of the students. He knew of the grand majority of them. When it came to his turn, he paused a moment, and then stood. Adjusting his tie once he stood at his tallest. He inhaled preparing to speak. "My name is Trevor...I'm 17..." he stated as he looked around the room momentarily. "I spent the summer..." he looked for the right word "...traveling" he partially lied, "with my family." The truth of the matter, he wasn't really permitted to reveal what he had done during the summer. He quickly thought of something to add, "and worked on my car." He sat down slowly in hopes that the motion wouldn't raise any more attention. The werewolf was so distracted this morning, that he hadn't given any thought to the possibility of a cover story.

It had taken Nicholas great effort to get out of bed in time for school that morning. After a summer spent lounging about the house and sleeping 14 hours a day, the early wake-up had been brutal. Though it wasn't particularly different from his usual state, he felt like a corpse struggling his way onto the bus – nearly missing his stop too – and then shuffling into school. It took him three attempts to find the right classroom – it was lucky his mother had decided to wake him extra early – as he got lost the first few times when his mind wandered off on the way there. He slouched his way into the classroom, his eyes straying briefly to the teacher; for, since she was in front of the class and writing on the blackboard, as far as Nicholas was concerned, that meant she was the teacher. Considering his usually dazed state he had long ago decided that that was a good strategy to stick to. His gaze passed over her blankly though, her being scantily clad not registering in his tired brain.

He sat down in the first available seat he came across and the minute he was seated he pulled out a small pillow from his bag, placed it on the desk, and promptly fell sound asleep. The start of class passed him by completely, and it wasn't until something sharp prodded him in the back – his fellow classmate behind him, it seemed, poking him with a ruler – that he awoke again. “Wha..?” he mumbled, before picking up on the vibe – that, and remembering the routine from last year – and quickly standing up. “Oh, right. I'm Nicholas, I'm 17 years old. I'm, er... not one for clubs and such. I spent most of my summer asleep, and the rest helping out my grandfather.” He paused, sleepy eyes scrounged up in thought as he wondered if he'd forgotten anything, before nodding, managing a small smile before sitting down again and squeezing the pillow to his face with his arms with a contented sigh.

Michiyo had, after some consideration, decided that it was probably a good idea to attend the first Home Room of the new school year. She might as well pretend as if she was interested, she thought, making her way through the crowded hallways towards the designated classroom with her book bag slung over one shoulder and a thick volume cradled in the nook of her other arm. Who knew, maybe they had decided to revise the curriculum to such an extent that it was actually a challenge. She snorted at the idea. Nope, she mused, joining the small queue slowly filtering into the classroom, This will be another year spent idling my time away on the roof. As soon as she made it past the door she got a full view of a young woman leaning provocatively forwards on a stepladder, scribbling on the blackboard. This warranted a raised eyebrow combined with an amused look as Michiyo passed, making her way to some of the still available seats near the back. She figured the woman was a teacher's aid, a bit young to be their teacher, and she smirked as she imagined the scolding that would ensue once he or she would arrive. Sliding into a seat, she placed the thick book on her table, settling in to take in the class she would be stuck with for the year.

By the time the woman – or “Miss Liv” as she introduced herself – had made it clear that she was their Home Room teacher and the prospect of a good scene was lost, Michiyo opened the heavy volume on her desk at the page marked by a bookmark with a soft thud and started to read where she left off that morning. Around her, she was vaguely aware of the other students standing up one by one and introducing themselves, but to her it was just a soft hum, not really interested in their stories and as such not really paying attention. The sudden absence of noise made it clear that it was supposed to be her turn, and with a slightly irritated sigh, she abandoned her page to stand up. “I'm Michiyo,” she droned, obviously bored, “I'm 17, I'm not in any clubs or committee’s, I don't have a job, and my summer was spent doing exactly what I do every day of the year.” Without any further elaboration, she sat back down, and with one last lazy look around the room immersed herself in her book again.

“Yes, I know, Mom,” Roan extracted herself from the front seat of her mother's car with some effort, as her mother kept pawing at her clothing, “I won't talk to anyone I don't know.” Her mother nodded at her, finally putting her hands back on the wheel, “Good. Do you have practice this afternoon?” Roan shrugged in reply, hoisting her bag higher up on her shoulder, “I won't know yet.” The older woman shot her daughter a stern look, “I want you straight home after, alright?” With another affirmative nod, her mother left Roan to make her way towards her first class of the day, Home Room. Keeping her head down and her gaze averted, she quickly headed over to where she was supposed to go, hoping to get there as one of the first. She wanted a seat by the window desperately.

When she entered the classroom, she was at first delighted to find it only half-full, with still a lot of places near the window available. Yet as she entered, she caught sight of a young woman stepping up on a small ladder, piece of chalk in hand. Roan frowned at the back of her head as she passed on her way towards a window-seat, taking in her clothing – or lack there-off – with not exactly disapproval, but disbelief. Who on earth would want to wear something like that? Glancing around the room, she noticed the elated looks of some of the male students as they took their time to take in their new teacher. With a look of disgust towards her fellow students, Roan quickly slid into a seat.

As introductions started, though she kept her eyes on the piece of paper she was doodling on, she paid attention to everyone's stories. It would be beneficial to know exactly who she would be sharing a classroom with. Perhaps it would give some idea of who was trustworthy, and who wasn't. When it was her turn, she stood up, doodling pencil still in hand. “I'm Roan,” she said softly but swiftly, her eyes flicking back and forth between her new classmates but never lingering on anyone for too long, “I'm 17 and... “ For a moment she hesitated, wanting to tell exactly what she had been doing, before her mother's voice started nagging at the back of her head. “And what I did this summer is none of your business.” She quickly sat down again, staring at her desktop and playing with her pencil again.

Trevor, heard the instructor say "group" and was forced to release a light sigh. He would have preferred to work alone. Although his heritage made him adept at working in concert with others, it was only the first day of school, he wanted to keep to himself a bit longer. As the members of his group were named, he recalled the students attached to them.

Eunice... He glanced over to her, taking in her outward appearance. And recalled the girl mentioning the librarian. She looked like a librarian herself. Trevor momentarily entertained the idea of the "naughty" librarian. As quickly as the thought came on, it had passed. It seemed that she would pull her weight. All that anyone could ask for. She would be an asset.

Rey... He was late to class and brought with him the scent of cigarettes. Although indoors, the boy still wore his sunglasses. He bore the ears and tails of a fox. In Soma's experiences, this combination wouldn't help.

Finally, Nicholas... The boy's face was buried in a pillow. The action spoke for itself. One is better than none. he thought grimly

As Rey stood, Trevor did the same. He rubbed the back of his neck as he did so and approached the others. He stood in silence watching the one sided exchange between Rey and Nicholas.

Austin looked over at where Ricky was calling to them and quickly got up. He walked over and sat next to the boy, a smiling forming on his face.

“Good morning.” He recognized Ricky from last year, though back then they had different classes and never had the chance to properly introduce themselves to each other. “Hard to believe it's our first day back. It's like summer never happened at all...” He folded his hands and sat quietly as they waited for Michiyo.

Murielle had been staring out of the window the whole time Miss Liv had been talking. The sudden movement of the students broke her away from her thoughts and she looked up in confusion. Due to not paying attention for the last few minutes, the young Kelpie got up and walked to where Aella was sitting and gave her a questioning look.

“Hmm?” Aella stared at her cousin for a few seconds before she realized what she wanted from her. “Oh! Juniors now have study hall! Just follow the other students to the library and pick out a book. You'll have to do a report on it later.” Murielle gripped the handle of her shoulder bag, her lips forming into a scowl. She obviously didn't want to go to another room with a bunch of people she didn't know, but seeing as how she didn't have any other choice she only sighed in frustration and began to follow the other juniors. Aella looked on sadly, knowing fully well what her cousin was feeling at the moment. She looked up and spotted Lavi and Roan at the other side of the room. She began to wildly wave at them. “Hey! Lavi! Roan! Come over here!”

Mizaka jerked awake at the sound of students filing themselves out of the classroom. After pulling out her schedule, she saw that it was time for study hall for the juniors. Groaning, she got up and followed behind, her eyelids barely holding up. Once in the library, however, Mizaka immediately straightened up and scanned the numerous aisles of books around her. One thing that she absolutely loved to do in her spare time was read, and seeing the countless books before her had the same affect on her as ten cups of black coffee. Mizaka skipped happily to the shelves and began tracing her fingers on the spines of the books. Looking up, she saw Kiah standing not too far from her and decided to pay her a little visit.

“Heeeeey.” She hopped up to the other girl and poked her in the shoulder. “What's up? How's your idiot brother?” Mizaka scowled as she mentioned Kyle. Last year the two had gotten into multiple fights over various disagreements, and the memories had left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Murielle sat down at an empty table at the far end of the library. She pulled out “Dracula” from her bag (a book she had been reading all summer and was almost finished with) and turned to a bookmarked page. She didn't make a single sound, nor did she look up once at her classmates.