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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:07 pm
Angel McWell ☠ 
"I just don't care."
Angel was surprised by his accent, it was rare that she would hear a European accent. It sounded amazing, she thought all accents sounded amazing. She was also surprised that Mikal spoke back to her, he didn't seem like the talkative type.
"My name is Angel, pretty kool huh. Not all that unique but who would thought someone would have been called Angel eh?" Angel smirked and glanced back at the guy. He was still staring at her. She looked away and turned down to another hallway. Minutes later the two were at their destination, they hopped. Angel peeked into the room and saw guitars and smiled.
"This is the place Mikal." She said and looked at him again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:19 pm
  Mikal shift his heavy eyes towards the small window and looked inside. She was correct it was the music room. Mikal reached for the door and twisted the knob. Mikal looked at Angel and pulled the door open. He held the door open for her to walk in first. His father taught how to be polite to women even if he didn't know them. The reason was because without women their population would come near extinct and they would have fish out their prey for children instead nips of blood. Of course Mikal didn't understand his father's logic speaking because he doesn't tragic curse of a strong blood lust and he has no idea he's half vampire. Serpentinite Dorm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:36 pm
Angel McWell ☠
"I just don't care."
Angel took turns looking at the room and Mikal, who opens the door for women anymore? She wanted to laugh but she couldn't do it. Mikal was watching her, his eyes were watching and it spooked her. Mikal reminded her of a wolf that wanted to devour his prey while it screamed for its life. she picture that Mikal was the wolf and she was pray. It was funny how Angel reacted to this, she looked away from Mikal and quietly walked into the Music room.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:46 pm
While Angel walked into the music room Mikal watched her then walked in afterward. Mikal let go of the door letting it close behind him. Serpentinite Dorm.
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SweetHotChocoIate Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:16 am
 Ichirou Katsuragi ________________________________ Well, there was no point in waiting for someone who wouldn't show up. Ichirou chose to enter the school building and take a look around. The hallways didn't change either from the last time Ichirou came to visit.
His footsteps echoed as he walked through the barron hallways. Since Ichirou was gone for a long time, he couldn't quite remember where the office was, but he was starting to recognize the places in the hallway.
"It's a wonder how anyone gets around this school with its maze like structure..." Ichirou paused from what he was saying when he saw a pillar that didn't seem to be quite in the right place. It wasn't even in the middle or a convenient side. It was just... there and out of place. "Hmm... so maybe this place has changed a little. It smells like a witch's doing..."
What an unsightly being witches were. Ichirou continued to roam the hallways, but found that everything else was still the same. Even though he had been wandering for some time, Ichirou still couldn't remember the way to the office.________________________________
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:11 am
I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs... ••ΜΙRAΠDA WELLS••  Mood : Frustrated
Status : Je suis célibataire.
Thinking : Where am I?
The heels of Miranda's nude seude wedge boots tapped against the floor of the hallway, echoing through the hall. Miranda held one black sketchbook in her hand, one organized to fit her taste. She didn't like sketchbooks that had no labels. One can become quickly disorganized like that, Miranda hated being disorganized.
" Art, why must you hide from me? " She groaned, inwardly.
This place just has too many doors!
And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know.
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SweetHotChocoIate Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:53 pm
Ichirou Katsuragi ________________________________ How long had Ichirou been wandering around in this place? He kept finding the exit to the place. He wondered if his sister charmed the place to make it so that the office was difficult to find.
No... Mafuyu wouldn't do that. It was probably his bad sense of direction. Well, he'll just have to come back later. Perhaps next time there will be people around that could help him find the office. It was a shame that he couldn't remember since he used to be able to get around the building easily some centuries ago when he last came to visit.
Ichirou started to head for the exit, passing by the misplaced pillar outside the art classroom again as he went. He had to wonder where his sister was. Usually he would run into her while she was wandering around the school. Perhaps she was busy with something?
[Exits Hallways] ________________________________
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:04 pm
 ~ Kyle ~ Kyle entered the hallways only to find that it was full of students.great this is gonna be a pain to get through. he thought.he started walking towards his dorm...only to collide with someone who ran straight around a corner that wasnt looking.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:11 am
I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs... ••ΜΙRAΠDA WELLS••  Mood : Relieved.
Status : Je suis célibataire.
Thinking : Finally, Geez..
Miranda watched as the boy left, but noticed a pillar.
They obviously need to fix-- the ART ROOM!
She hurried in, not wanting to be late.
And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:21 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:45 am
 .:l αЄЯɨȠ ҒαɨЯȻҺɨȽɖ l:.
”Why was man created on the last day?
So that he can be told,
When pride possesses him:
God created the gnat before thee.”
- The Talmud
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, precise on every count. It was a habit that had became engrained into her being from her constant marching back in the army, but it was something she wore with pride.
When an elf suddenly sprinted past her, Aerin withheld the snarl that threatened to mare her youthful face and settled for a tight smile. Disgusting. Does this female know no grace? With her attention caught, she happened to notice the odd pillar thanks to the other. What would happen if she touched it? Would the ceiling cave? Could this be the structural support of the school? Wouldn't it be interesting to see the whole school collapse and have all the students smashed into smithereens?
Then again, that was unlikely. Plus, she mustn't forget that she would be dragged down as well, and she couldn't let that happen. She still had her mission to accomplish. Still, Aerin noted down the misplaced pillar in the back of her mind and strolled into the Art Classroom, plastering on a carefree grin.
[Exits Hallway and Enters Art Classroom]
”In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly.
But with humans it is the other way around:
A lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.”
- Anton Chekhov
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:39 pm
 ~Isamu Korino~"My life is a Shakespearian tragedy"
Isamu ran out of the art classroom as fast as he could and flopped to the floor on his knees. He held his chest as he breathed shakily. The boy grumbled and wheezed to himself as he searched through his bag, trying to find his inhaler (which helped him relax his breathing during a panic attack). He was having a hard time finding it! "Stay calm, stay calm, breathe" he thought to himself as he rummaged through his bag. Isamu was panicking quite a bit now, so much so that he had grabbed the bottom of his back pack, lifted it up, and dumped all of its contents out and onto the floor. He searched through the items frantically, not caring where some of them rolled or slid off too, as he searched for his only source of comfort.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:10 pm
 
As she was walking through the hallways, she noticed a load of crap on the ground. Suzanne blinked, unsure what to think of all this. She looked around if there might be anything of interest for her, but found a boy on the floor trying to frantically look something. She didn't know the boy at all. If she met him before, he didn't register as important enough to remember.
"A panic attack? I've never seen one in real life. Need some help, kiddo?" Suzanne had no idea what to do in a situation like this. She kind of wanted to sit back and watch to see what the boy would do, but she's supposed to be a teacher, so she has to help out somehow.
((As usual, she's still the same old insensitive demon. =w=" )) 
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:17 pm
~Isamu Korino~ "My life is a Shakespearian tragedy"
Isamu looked up at her, startled. He instantly recognized the librarian, who he didn't care for at all. But hey, if she was willing to help he was willing to accept her help. "I.... need... my... uh..." He stuttered through his sentence with his thick accent and horrible wheezing. That is when he was stumped. What was the word for inhaler? He did not know! Instead Isamu made a motion with his hand in front of his mouth to indicate an inhaler.
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