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 Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:58 am
 Map: There are rows upon rows of small screens within the room. There's perhaps enough seats in here for two classes. Each seat has its own small television, a keyboard for looking up assignments and videos (although, it appears connection to the internet is down for some reason, and there are no folders or assignments posted), a mouse, a slot for entering disks, and a set of headphones. There's also a box, but it appears empty at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 6:49 pm
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Șΰʑΰ Ӎɩʈʂΰӄσ Start Location: A/V Room Where was she...? Why was her head so fuzzy...? She had a hard time thinking straight, and she had no clue why....
Slowly, Mitsuko opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to realize she was sitting in some sort of chair at some sort of desk, and it took her even longer to realize that she was in an audio visuals room. But, why? Didn't she just walk into the entrance? She blinked a couple of times before closing her eyes and hugging herself.
Think..... Think.... What was the last thing she did?
She remembered sitting in her father's car. He was grinning widely and continuing the "I'm so proud of you, dear!" speech he'd given her on and off since she had received an invitation to the elite Hope's Peak Academy. This time, however, she could see the slight loneliness and worry creeping into the corners of his eyes. The slight nervousness of sending his daughter away to a private campus where she would live on her own for the first time... For some reason, seeing the fear in his eyes of his little girl going off on her own made her smile. When the car pulled up to the campus, she had unbuckled her seatbelt and threw herself at her father, wrapping her scrawny arms around him. Don't worry daddy~! I'll be alright! I promise to write to you and call you whenever I can. I'll tell you about my classmates and if I make any friends. Okay~?" He had looked at her in surprise for guessing his concerns, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight for just one moment before letting her go, several small tears in the corners of his eyes and a truly proud and relieved smile... The first in the past few weeks. "Be good, alright honey. You have to send a picture of you new classmates and tell me all about them. I'll try to include all of them in one of my next books." She giggled and nodded, wondering if her classmates would accept being characters and creations of a work of fiction her father had written. She hoped so... To be a fantasy character was one of the best things ever....
Mitsuko opened her eyes once more and looked around. The small girl rubbed her head, trying to see if there was any sign of a knot on the back of her head from someone hitting her or anything. She even checked her reflection in the black screens of the sleeping computers. No sign tat anyone had already taken to beating her up. So how did she end up here? Curiouser and Curiouser... She fiddled with the small amethyst ring she wore around her finger, glad that it wasn't stolen. She did, however, take note that her cellphone had been stolen. Odd. As little as she messed with technology and such, even she knew her brick of a phone wasn't worth the time or effort to take. It probably wouldn't even sell for much if someone tried selling it. The thing that had her most concerned was losing her art bag. Hopefully no one was pawing through her sketches and paintings and damaging anything. It would crush her to see someone just toting around a picture of her's or selling it as her own, but she knew that it was just the price of being careless on her first day as a freshman.
She leaned back in the chair she had awoken in and looked to the ceiling of the room "Well then... What do I do now? Should I stay here and hope someone finds me, or try looking for people who might be in my class...?" End Location: A/V Room Ѻΰʈ Ѻƒ Cɵρɩc Ϻąrӄҽrʂ :: ✐______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:59 pm
 Solomon Wallace Super High School Level Psychologist. Verstehen - Origin - Prussian/German - To "walk in another's shoes" or to understand another's view point through experiencing their experiences.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Starting Location: The A/V Room Those first proud steps. The steps he had been waiting to take since he had received his invitation to the prestigious school referred to as "Hope's Peak Academy". All kinds of unique individuals awaited here. Individuals who came from different roads, went through different struggles, and held different secrets. He stood at the door way, thinking of the future an academy of this caliber could offer a student such as himself. He had just said goodbye to the man who had became his father figure after his biological father had died in front of his very eyes. For a short moment, he pondered on whether or not Edward Wallace would be proud of his own son. Though, this moment did not last, for his father is no longer around to give his input. Solomon shook his head in an attempt to bring himself back into reality. He took a deep breath, and made his way into the entrance hall. Or at least, that's the last thing he recalls happening. ".......Ngghhh..My head....is throbbing," The young psychologist mumbled, apparently having collapsed upon entering the academy. His eyes adjusted to his surroundings after a few consecutive blinks. He was in a room with an abundance of electronics. It seems to be a place where one would go to view videos, or complete assignments that require the use of technology. This however, was not the most important thing he noticed. As he arose from his chair,Solomon Wallace came to the realization that he was not alone. There was a girl sitting in a chair similar to his, with her eyes aimed toward the ceiling. "Oh?" He said aloud. " It appears that I am not the only being in this room." He finished. He made his way to the girl's chair, and gazed down at her. His eyes, like they often do when making new acquaintances, gave a look that made him appear as if he was thinking 'I know I am superior to you, even though we haven't been formally introduced yet.'"You must be a member of the same class as I am, correct?" He went on, not giving her time to reply to his assumption. " I am Solomon Wallace. Who might you be?"He questioned. The girl had blue hair, and an odd hat resembling cat ears on her head. In his head, he assessed that her title might be a bit on the creative side. He was often quick to make small judgements like these, though he does not let said judgements linger about in his mind.Ending Location: A/V Room - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:27 pm
  Super High School Level Punk Rocker
She opened her eyes and looked around, glaring about the area as she touched her head and silently willed the throbbing to go away. There were more important matters to attend to as she slowly began to wonder how the hell she got to where she was. She perked up and heard other voices in the room as she slowly rose to observe the others. By the sounds of one of the people, she assumed that he was probably some pompous higher than thou p***k who more or less had a superiority complex. She smirked as she figured that this would be the type of sissy boy that she would busy her hands with in terms of picking on. She never liked jack asses like that.
Another voice was that of a girl who sported a cat like hat, leading her to believe that she probably had some kind of....oh.....she was japanese....and looked like a kid no less. She let out a low huff as she contemplated whether or not she even WANTED to deal with kids. That, however, was a thought she would pass up for the time being. "Well well...." She announced as she stepped to the plate, revealing herself with a displeased scowl. "It seems that Hopes Peak academy is full of a bunch of bozo's....I'm almost insulted that..." she paused. Where the ******** was her guitar? She could hear every bit of her scream with rage as she looked around and clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms and drawing blood. She turned her glare to the pretty boy not too far from her as she marched up to him with a low growl. "What's your game big man....?" She growled through grit teeth as she took him by the collar. "We Russians have this thing about others stealing our s**t....I don't know where you're from, nor do I care, but I never took too kindly to someone stealing or even touching my guitar...." She glared into his eyes as she waited for his response, disregarding the other girl in the room.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 2:16 pm
Solomon Wallace Super High School Level Psychologist. Verstehen - Origin - Prussian/German - To "walk in another's shoes" or to understand another's view point through experiencing their experiences.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Starting Location: The A/V Room Solomon gave her a glare of disdain as she grasped firmly onto his collar. "Excuse my correcting your error of judgement, but I couldn't care less about your guitar. I have no reason to touch or steal something so...tasteless," Solomon stated, shifting his expression."Oh?...correct me if I'm wrong..but you look like the rebellious type? Are you 'Daddy's girl' who was denied something she wanted, so she thought that the best course of action was to act like a spoiled brat, and go against everything your parents said?...or were you never daddy's girl to begin with?" Solomon asked, yet continued, not waiting for a response." You must allow me to delve into your mind sometime. I would truly love to see why you are who you are, and currently, who you are is someone who is not afraid to jump to a conclusion, even if it is wrong and illogical." By this time, Solomon had completely forgotten about the other girl. He was slightly more intrigued by people who acted rashly and so far, this girl fits into that category.
Solomon's expression shifted once more to that of slight frustration."You could at least have the decency to introduce yourself to someone before making assumptions as to who stole your belongings. Also, has it ever even occurred to you that the person your making out to be the culprit might be a victim instead?" He asked. " I, too, am the victim of theft. Some important things of mine are missing," Solomon said. He didn't specify on what exactly was missing. Solomon gave another response to her action."I guess I may forgive you," He started, " If you apologize to me, and then tell me your name. After all, it is the very least you could do for not giving this,"He gestured to her hands, which were still tightly clenching his collar," any rational thought. Wouldn't you agree with me?" End location : A/V room - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:58 pm
Super High School Level Punk Rocker
Her?
Apologize?
Was this guy serious?
She gave a small exclamation beneath her breath as she let the young man go. "I refuse to apologize to some pompous do nothing who thinks too highly of himself..." She hissed as she lifted up her index finger. "That's one." She said softly and allowed her accent to escape by just a little bit. "Two," she raised her middle as her brow gave a slight frown. "I never give my name to anyone until I've learned the others name before baring mention to my own." She thought back to the young mans accusation of her being a daddy's girl and inwardly mocked his opinion, not caring whether he thought she was some kind of spoiled brat or a b***h in the throes of poverty. It was more her guitar she cared about, no more, no less.
She continued to think for a brief moment and scoffed at the ideal of rationallity. For certain reasons, rationality most certainly wasn't in her quota. She lowered her hand then, placing both on her hips as she continued to leer up at the taller of the two."For someone who speaks so highly of rational conclusions you certainly know how to use words like I or me well enough." She mocked. "The same with passive aggressive attacks....did mommy and daddy not love you enough?"
By this time, all she really wanted to do was mess with him and poke at the b*****d, tilting her head to the side and giving a small smile as she used her index and middle fingers to trace a trail up to his shoulders with a snide smile. "Or are you so wound up that you've only ever been laid once in your miserable life?" Not that she'd ever been, but it was fun to act as such.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:11 pm
Solomon Wallace Super High School Level Psychologist. Verstehen - Origin - Prussian/German - To "walk in another's shoes" or to understand another's view point through experiencing their experiences.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Starting Location: The A/V Room Solomon straightened up his collar, and then began to speak, no longer sounding frustrated, yet still with a snarkish tone, which went well with the snide smile he was receiving. He cleared his throat, and began to speak. " I am Solomon Wallace, and I was invited here to Hope's Peak Academy for my extraordinary abilities as a psychologist. To answer your question, my mother died almost immediately after my birth, and my father despised me. Although, he allowed me to live with him, and I am truly grateful for that much.Regardless of how he felt, he took the time to school me at home in a multitude of subjects. I've never been in a school setting, so this is indeed a tough transition to make. That being said, it is logical to assume that I have had little need for things like friendship, or sexual desires like 'getting laid' as you call it," Solomon had stated, sounding matter of fact.Friendship? Such a concept was useless to him. Why would someone such as himself need other people, when he was perfectly capable of functioning on his own? "Well, now that we've clear that bit of business up, why don't we discuss something even more important?" Solomon examined the room that the three of them were currently in once more and gave a sigh. " Introductions can wait," He stated, though he had already introduced himself, but he pushed that thought aside."Is this not weird? I could have sworn that I had just stepped into the building, but then I find myself here, sleeping in a room with no knowledge on how I wound up in this room in the first place. I assume from the conclusions you been jumping to that you also have no idea why you are in here?" He aimed this question towards the girl with the lack of rationality. Then posed a question to the both of them. "Can either of you tell me the last thing you remember? I would greatly appreciate it if you can and will." End location : A/V room - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:56 pm
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Șΰʑΰ Ӎɩʈʂΰӄσ Start Location: A/V Room Mitsuko jumped and squeaked in surprise as some boy suddenly walked up to her and interrupted her train of thoughts. Well, train was such a vague word. Honestly, she had gone from thinking of looking for classmates or teachers to thinking of a variety of things that looking back she could no longer recall.... Which was typical for her. Her mind never had been one to stay on any one path, especially when she was alone or thought she was. This boy though was extremely terrifying to her though and she had a hard time understanding her. All she could see was the anger and tension in his stance, which lead to someone picking on her or worse.
A shout from the door, and Mitsuko quickly fell out of the computer chair and landed semi-sprawled on the ground. An angry girl came stomping into the room, and instincts to scramble to the other side of the room kicked in. At about the same time that the girl had grabbed the boy's collar, Mitsuko had ran over to the end of the row of computers and peaked around the corner as though in a war zone. Upon farther investigation, she noted the other girl wasn't too much taller than herself... But that malicious tone in her voice did not assure her that she would be the sort of person Mitsuko could make friends with....
If these were her classmates, she was scared to see how everyone else turned out to be...
She listened closely, and got curious as they both mentioned having been missing something. Them too? Is this a prank from the older students? Maybe. She heard of private schools having odd traditions and such, but this was comparatively odder, and she couldn't possibly think of how it could be teacher approved. Se kept in her hiding spot, and despite the cranky "Solomon" saying introductions could wait, Mitsuko timidly raised her hand and decided to introduce herself to these two-- after all, if she was stuck with them for the time being, might as well get to know who they were.
"Umm... M- My name is Suzu Mitsuko, and I was invited as this year's Super High School Level Artist. And before either of you asks-- yes, my father is Suzu Hiraku the famous fantasy and mystery writer and my mother is Suzu Hatoru, the famous medical surgeon. Sorry if it is rude for me to go straight to family ties, but... Most people seem to recognize our family name rather quickly and ask without me getting very far into introducing myself..." She lowered her hand and sat on her knees as she continued peering around from her hiding spot, not entirely comfortable from leaving her temporary safe place until she knew neither of these people were going to hurt her. Having read all of her father's crime and mystery books and plenty of police files from her father's "inspiration collection" had taught her to be weary of people who were eager to belittle anyone, especially if they knew you were smaller and weaker. "As to what I remember, it's everything up until I walked into the school. I even remember riding in the car with my dad just this morning and telling him I would be safe...." She looked down and frowned. Did that make her a liar? She hoped not. She hated lying to anyone... "Oh!"
She blushed and looked up, remembering something important. Very important, in fact. "I- I had my art bag with me when I walked through the doors, but it's missing! My sketch book and some of my favorite art supplies were in there, including some sketches that I was going to finish up to send to a sick kid who asked me to draw them a picture. I- If either of you have seen it, it's a brown messenger bag with paint blotches and sharpie stains. Also, my cellphone was in my jacket pocket, which had been tied around my waist. Both my jacket and cellphone are missing. Neither are impressive, and if they're gone for good I won't mind, but I figured I should add them too." She gave a firm and determined nod, figuring that was everything.... Was that everything? She looked up in though, her chocolate eyes blinking a few times as she contemplated everything. She nodded once more, determining that she had told them everything important. End Location: A/V Room Ѻΰʈ Ѻƒ Cɵρɩc Ϻąrӄҽrʂ :: ✐______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:53 am
Super High School Level Punk Rocker
Yuri was taken aback by the sheer mention of the young man named Solomon's mother. A pang of guilt built up in her chest as she reached across her chest to take hold of her arm, digging her nails into the flesh as she secretly wanted to curl up and die. She choked back a whimper as she did her best to keep grounded. A child knowing of their parents being overbearing jackasses was one thing, though a child never knowing just one of her parents was another matter that she would most likely never be able to handle. However, the matter that pissed her off more was the fact that he may have been attempting to appeal to a little girl that was long since gone. She sucked in a breath and dropped everything for a moment, putting on her best stature and poker face as her hazel eyes peered into the young mans in accusation, challenging him to try something, to make her day, for he was a man and everyone knew that all men were the lowest of the low, despite many carrying the face of angels.
"It is odd isn't it?" She agreed as she broke eye contact and looked over to the little girl in the room. In all honesty, she really had no place among thieves. Among anyone of possible violent exterior...she just seemed too innocent, too unknowing as to what horrors of the world that one such as herself would never be able to comprehend. "It sounds as though you've lost that of some simple art supplies," she stated with bland enthusiasm. "All that are replaceable.....lest there should be something of sentimental value...." Frankly, all the Russian girl could think of was her guitar, and if she didn't get it back soon there would be all hell to pay. She would give her name later, though now wasn't exactly the best of times.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 5:59 am
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Șΰʑΰ Ӎɩʈʂΰӄσ Start Location: A/V Room Replaceable? The things the other two were missing were valueable, but her stuff was replaceable? Even with them knowing she was the SHSL Artist?! "You got that wrong!" she called out, small, hurt tears in the corner of her eyes. "Every colored pencil and copic marker are dear and special to me! The bag was something my father got for me when I was five years old and just pursuing my talents! All of my supplies were lovingly picked out by him and myself on one of our shopping trips! Plus, you can't just throw value on every sketch and doodle I've done this past year! Well.... Some could... I think last time someone looked at it they estimated the total collection was 7.2 billion yen... But I don't want to sell those! Especially not the drawing I was doing for that poor boy!" She raised her hand to her chest and looked down sadly. "His birthday is next week and he's really sick. He's staying at the hospital I usually do murals for, and all he really wanted from em was a picture of him healthy and playing with his bunny again... I've been working on it for a month solid, not touching any other project just so I could guarantee it would be perfect..."
Mitsuko gave a small sigh and pouted. It wasn't fair.... Why was her talent usually cast off to the side as useless by other people... She had hoped that coming to a school of people with elite skills would prove to be different, but she was wrong.
She finally decided she was safe enough and stood up. She dusted herself off before going to the door. If they thought it was no big deal that her things were missing, then she would have to find them herself. She looked back to them and pouted as she poked her fingers together and looked away like an offended child. "Well, I'm off to go find my stuff! You two can talk logic and stuff all you want, but I'm going to see if I can find the bullies who stole my things." Without giving much room for arguement, she turned quickly, her skirt flitting up slightly for a few seconds before she darted off down the half to her left. Maybe if she headed towards what looked like pillars she could find the entrance and maybe a desk or something.... End Location: Entrance Hall Ѻΰʈ Ѻƒ Cɵρɩc Ϻąrӄҽrʂ :: ✐______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:19 am
  █████ █ █████ █ █████ █What's going on?
The drive to Hope's Peak Academy went quickly for the young teen. It was silent broken by small chants of her mother losing her daughter to such a prestigious place. Her father in the backseat glaring at the passenger side of the car where Lilli sat hoping he wouldn't try to wish her well. The feeling that both her parents hated the idea of Lillinette going to a private school was potent in the air, and Lilli stirred uncomfortably in her seat. It was her decision to take up the invitation not theirs, and they'd have to live with that, move on with their lives and forget about their daughter till she came home. She wanted to say the too them marking down ideas of a new short story. A young girl setting out on a new journey in life, but being pulled down by her past she thought as the car stopped in front of the large school.
Lilli made short work of escaping the car, grabbing her things and walking up to the gates without glancing back to say goodbye. Her mother always tried to show her daughter how much she cared, but Lilli couldn't be bothered. Hearing the car engine spur itself on she smirked at the sudden realization she was finally alone.
Hinges creaked, and echoed in the hallway as she pushed the door open, and stepped inside. Just then everything went black and Lillinette fell to the floor a tiny mess just inside the academy for anyone to trip over.
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Purple eyes fluttered open with fuzzy comprehension. Blinking slowly the audio visual room began to focus, and fuzzy voices could be heard around her. Groaning she lifted her head off the table top it rested on. As the voices became louder, and clearer she looked curious about herself. How long have I been out? What is this place?...and...wait...where is it? she thought the questions twisting her thought process with the sudden realization her bags, and items were gone. Where was it indeed. Not focusing on her missing clothes, or phone her terror honed in on her missing laptop. Everything was on it, and the new story she was writing wasn't ready for someone to be poking through.
Paying no heed to the people around her the girl instantly stood to her feet. Purple eyes glanced at the others, and just as quickly looked away as her feet began to carry her around the room. Computers, t.v.s surrounded her, but none of them were it. None of the items within the room were her laptop. Panic. Yes panic overcame her senses and for a small moment she thought she would pass out once more. Stop. Breathe. You'll find it. she thought to herself before leaning against the far wall across the way from the others.
Lilli's eyes faded from shock, surprise, and panic into a calmer tone of the three feelings as she looked over the others. They were having a conversation of some sort none of the words actually connected with Lilli's thoughts as she continued worrying about her missing laptop. What a start to the school year. Lost all of her things, and was now in a room of strangers not wanting to talk to them.
Instead of chiming in on the prattle from across the room the red head instead took in her surroundings. Windows covered that made sense in an audio visual room. It was easier to see the screens in a semi lit room then squinting through the glare of the sun. The atmosphere seemed...off though. Eery in a way. Schools were suppose to be loud, and boisterous especially on the first day of school. Why didn't she hear the excited uproar of students running about the halls to see their friends after a summer off?
As she continued to make sense of it all she slowly made her way to a video screen bending over the chair in front of it and grabbing up the mouse. With out much thought that the other three may be staring at her, or trying to gain her attention the click of the mouse echoed in Lilli's eardrums, and she began to try and find some sort of clue as to what was happening, and where their things went off too. Nothing. There's nothing here. What is going on? she thought before sinking her small frame into the chair she stood bent over. As she sat staring hopelessly at the screen before her Lilli groaned in her quiet desperation to figure it all out, and come to sort of logical explanation.
I was in the car. Then I got out to enter the school building. Mom drove off, and I went into the school. That's where her memory stopped, and she was met with the cold realization that she passed out upon entrance into the Academy. "Do any of you remember what happened when you entered through the front doors?" she said loud enough to be heard. She didn't care much about introducing herself, she only wanted to get down to the bottom of this. The arguing, and senseless small talk meant nothing to her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:11 am
~Insert cool images I do not have here~
Angst gave out a small whimper as he was awoken by loud voices... Angry...? He jumped up once he realized he didn't recognize those voices, or did he? He was too tired. His pink eyes scanned the room, to give away a tiny grin once he sees the monitors and keyboards. He peels his eyes away from the miniature heavens to look at the other students.
One of them was tiny like him in a tiny kitty hat, with a scrawny frame that matched his own. The second one seemed a bit snarky judging by his tone that practically screamed "I don't need youuuu!". The third looked like a... Wannabe Rockstar? There we go. After a second he noticed the fourth one, standing a bit farther off than the others. Hmm. Dunno about her...
Now that he thought about it, his shoulder and pocket felt light... His bag he took in with his laptop and various other geeky-code things was not on his shoulder nor did he see it anywhere nearby. His hands jumped into his pockets, the only things in there were a lintball and a penny. Gross. Of course, he jumped to a conclusion and assumed one of the others had taken it.
"Hey! Which one of you dweebs took my stuff?" He shouted across the room with a grumpy frown. I'm going to get 'em, and if thy reprogrammed anything oooh....
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:17 pm
Solomon Wallace Super High School Level Psychologist. Verstehen - Origin - Prussian/German - To "walk in another's shoes" or to understand another's view point through experiencing their experiences.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Starting Location: The A/V Room After the artist had made her exit,Solomon turned his attention away from the remaining girl, noticing that she had signs of guilt. He then refocused his attention on the two new students in the room. Well, new wouldn't be the optimal word. The best way to put it is that they were overlooked. "Well regardless of who is who and what's missing, this isn't the time to be sitting around her arguing over it. We've already wasted precious time doing that. Therefore, let me fill you in. No one has stolen anything from anyone, or at the very least, no one in this room stole anything.Also, no one seems to recall anything more recent than stepping into the building, and then blacking out upon doing so."Solomon said in a neutral tone. He placed his hand upon his chin, a normal thinking gesture for him. He pointed his finger sharply upwards. "The best and most logical course of action would be to leave this room and go exploring the campus,seeing as we have no recollection of how we ended up in this specific room, and that this is our first time setting foot in the building." He rationalized, placing his hand in his pocket. Solomon looked to the rebellious one. " By the way, I no longer have either of my parents. My father died when I was eight, but don't you let this tidbit of information manifest into a feeling of pity, for I do not need it.Also I wish to apologize. I tend to come off as arrogant, but that is not the case. Making a mistake is a human trait, and I often forget that most people tend to make them." He stated. With that, he headed for the door. "I'm leaving...you are all welcomed to come with me, if you so please," he informed. He headed for the exit, but then paused.
"By the way, even if you don't follow me, it might be a great idea to find some other students, maybe they might have some clues as to what is going on. Although... I can't feel like we are forgetting something." He replaced his hand on his chin. "Ah yes, All the freshmen have to meet at the entrance at 8:30 or so. Correct?Try not to be late to that," He told them, and after doing so, he exited the room, into the hallway, and began his exploration. Ending Location: Hallways - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:45 pm
~Pictures may be here soon~
Angst gawked at the brown-haired one's bluntness. "What a jerk..."He grumbled under his breath. He looked at the others, and after scanning the room for his stuff, scampered after the rude one. Stupid meanie has a point...
"Hey!" He hollered after him, "Slow your butt down!" He sprinted to catch up. "So you don't remember how we got here too? An your stuff is one as well? Since you knew about the meeting thingy-ma-jig do you know how many other people are here? Erm." He quickly covered his mouth with his tiny hand and grumbled a tiny apology. "I-I'm Angst Kira..."
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