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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:46 pm
 .:l Morgan O’Donald l:.
”Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up to a tree and says,
Oh. That Raven girl and Cyril were here. Awesome. People that he somewhat knew. Maybe Professor Valentine will choose to pick on them instead. They seemed... smart? He wasn't all too sure. Raven definitely seemed to be made of tough stuff and bird calls from what he had seen of her back at the forest, but Cyril, well, he reminded him of a certain blonde that loved to flirt. Morgan was just thankful that he didn't go for the extreme.
"Haha, I guess that means that I'll hang back here to give some company to Cyril then. We're just talking about history stuff that no one cares about right?" Morgan sheepishly grinned, mentally slamming his head against the wall. History "stuff"? That was horrible, but hey, he didn't want all the attention be drawn onto him if he moved to the front. He'd just make sure to keep an ear out for whatever topic they might be discussing. Plus, it wasn't cool if Cyril was left out...
When ditching was mentioned, Morgan inwardly flailed, desperately wanting to say no to that. He's had enough ditching! There was so much work that he needed to catch up on because of that, and that just wasn't fun. "Of course, I remember you. Nice prank on Ayu by the way, and dude, we totally should. You have anything in mind for us?"
’I forgot to store acorns for the winter and now I am dead.’
Ha! It is funny because the squirrel gets dead.”
- Dug from Up
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:49 pm
 ☆═━Raven Carter━═☆ Walking gets too boring, Raven suppressed a grin as she listened to the other people in the room. I think I'll enjoy this class. When she saw the teacher looking at her, Raven stared right back and asked, "What era are we studying?" when you learn how to fly... My classes:
1st: Battle Strategy/Physical Combat
2nd: Astronomy
3rd: Music
4th: Cooking
5th: History
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:09 pm
 "Just fear me,
Love me,
Do as I say
and I will be your slave." Abel almost stumble from his seat upon hearing Ayu's name.. From the corner of his eyes glared at Morgan unknowingly from the students.. They were some sort of discussing about putting a prank on his precious little sister.. And base from their conversation, Cyril made a pretty good job doing it so.. Since Morgan complimented him that much.. Though Cyril is a comrade.. He would probably throw his book----- No! BOOKS rather! and saw the cyborg suffer until he ran out of batteries.. No one would ever dare to make fun of Ayu!
His thoughts were dragged away once more at the thoughts of her.. It's been a while Abel haven't seen her.. And think of her.. The way she dress.. Her soft body.. Her fragrance.... Abel can even named her favorite perfume.. He propped his chin against his hand while pretending on looking at his book but at the same time imagining lustful stuffs about her.. Talking about what's inside her dress----- Dammit! He wanted to slam his forehead against his desk.. It's... It's.. Argh!! Painful!Abel glance over the female student.. Trying to regain his posture.. "Nephilim.. We're going to discuss the history about the Nephilims.." "..Demon or not.. I will be yours forever.."
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:23 pm
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Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:54 pm
.:l Morgan O’Donald l:.
”Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up to a tree and says,
Nephilim was it? Morgan furrowed his brows for a moment, racking his brain if he could grasp any straws at this term. So far, it seemed like a no, and that meant he definitely needed to pay attention. At the same time, he couldn't. Auuugggh. He'll... just have to do his research during study hall and over the weekend then. He goofily asked without abandon. "Nephilim? Are we going to be talking about how much we're supposed to love dead people or something? If so, then you should check out our health class. It's full of dead stuff." And beating hearts. Urp. Queasy. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that.
Cyril brought up a good point. Why did he even attend that horrible class if it was so bad? He must have been a masochist to keep up. That reminded him that he still needed to finish his packet of work from health. "Sure. We should kidnap some other people too while we're at it. No offense or anything, but it'll be awkward with just the two of us. Haha." He replied after realizing that people might misunderstand if they went off by themselves.
"Nice. I wish I was smart enough for that, but eh, I'd be too lazy to use it. I think I'll just hang back. Why waste time listening when I could catch some nice z's? Of course, I just ask that you resist the urge to draw on my face or something if I do."
’I forgot to store acorns for the winter and now I am dead.’
Ha! It is funny because the squirrel gets dead.”
- Dug from Up
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:38 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...
Angela spent most of fifth period in the library. She was sulking, moping and had actually spent a little time huddled in a corner crying. But mostly she was writing Abel a note. She wasn't sure she could face him--at least, not long enough to say what needed to be said. So instead, she was writing out everything she'd been struggling with since her talk with Christine.
She finally had managed to get her thoughts on paper--after multiple tries. Multiple meaning about thirty. Quickly running her previous drafts through a shredder, Angela gathered her courage (not that there was much) and headed to history. She stopped outside in the hall, closing her eyes and slowly counting to 20. Then 30. Then 100. She realized she wasn't feeling any more courageous no matter how high she counted so she finally took a deep breath, found that little spark of bravado and kicked the door open.
Angela stormed inside, stalked to Abel's desk and slammed the paper down in front of him. Without saying anything, she whirled around stormed back out and slammed the door behind him. She got as far as the next empty class before the bravado ran out and she crouched down, burying her face in her arms and started to cry.
[exit]
Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
Abel,
I suppose I should have spoken to you about this matter but to be honest, I don't have a lot of courage and I didn't think I could face you. Well, I guess that's one of my many flaws. You like to point them out so much, I'm sure that one won't bother you much. The truth is...I know you've been hiding something from me. Something big.
Did you think I was stupid, Abel? That I would never find out? It wouldn't surprise me if you did but you were wrong. I know all about your little group that's trying to bring this school down. Do you know how many people have already been hurt by the things going on at this school? Including your little sister? You may not give a damn about me but you should at least care about her! Or is the only thing you care about yourself and your petty little amusements? Well I hope you found it amusing to lie to me this entire time. Because you won't be getting the chance to do it anymore.
Why did you even bother finding me in that lab? If you were standing behind the doctor this whole time, backing him--you may as well have tried to kill me yourself. But this isn't about just me. The fact is that I can't be with someone who can so wantonly hurt others and not feel a thing. And I can't be with someone who lies to me and keeps this kind of nasty secret from me. I just...I can't be with someone I can't trust. And I think you've proven I can't trust you."
I know it probably seems unfair to give this to you without allowing you the chance to defend yourself but I can't think of any defense you could offer, that I would want to hear, or that would change the fact that you've betrayed my trust--betrayed the entire school, betrayed your sister. It makes me sick to think of all the time I spent with you, oblivious, while you were hiding this from me. These people nearly killed me. Twice. They nearly killed Ayu. Shouldn't that mean something to you? Though I guess it doesn't.
I don't have proof and I don't know who all is working with you or what your plans are. But I'm going to find out and when I do, it isn't Rosentale that's going to be destroyed.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:57 pm
"Just fear me,
Love me,
Do as I say
and I will be your slave." Abel sighed.. He stood up and starts to write at the board.. "Nephilims are species half angel and half human.. Only male angels commit this kind of sin where they married human females-----" He was cut off when suddenly Angela came in and slammed a piece of paper over his table and fled just like that..
His brows furrowed and stare at the class.. Before heading unto his desk and read her note.. He wanted to facepalm after reading and face his class..
"I'll be leaving you an assignment.. Please do make a research about the Nephilims and we will be having a pop quiz next meeting... You need to pass your paper to me later...uh... alright.. see you later.."
He stormed out of his class following Angela "..Demon or not.. I will be yours forever.." *exit to follow Angela*
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:17 am
 Satoru Ichijo
Satoru stood calmly and observed the happenings after the smaller episode with Eros. What a mess. He thought to himself, rolling his eyes a little as he quietly took a seat in the back, glancing back at Abel, as he noticed his eyes on him, though he didn't find his grin very odd, more...ordinary?, though the flash did confuse him a little. Not that he was scared, 'cause hey, he was Satoru. What did he ever have to fear?
As he sit there in the back, observative, he noticed a black-haired beauty, though he didn't catch her name. She looked somewhat exotic and elegant, while a scent of lust seen in her attitude. There was no doubt that she had most of Satoru's attention for some time ahead, although history was an interesting subject to him.
He couldn't do anything but observe, as people got along in chatter and such. He didn't wish to interrupt, so he still sat there, quietly observing the classroom.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 1:29 am
Susan Chang
As Susan entered into the room, she noticed an unfamiliar student (Satoru). He had long black locks. Kinda like Susan. She looked him and smiled. He was quite a nice view thought Susan. He was by himself, Susan thought maybe she should be friendly and introduce herself. She made her way over to him.
"H-hi.. I'm Susan, you new?" Susan asked nervously, hoping she wasn't making an entire fool out of herself, and tugged at her sleeve nervously.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 1:45 am
Satoru Ichijo
As another female (Susan) stepped into the classroom, Satoru turned his gaze towards her. She seemed unusual, as he noticed her ears, but she had long hair, and a nerveous voice as she manned up to speak to him. Or at least that's how Satoru took it.
He didn't know this female, although he felt a little attracted by her shy appearance. What a cute creation. He thought to himself, as she started to speak to him. He smiled back, as he looked directly into her eyes. You're right. My name is Satoru. He said with the idea that this was enough for an introduction of him.
He gestured her to take a seat next to him, as he was still brand new at this school, and it couldn't hurt to have a cute girl like she to like him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:24 am
Susan Chang
"Nice to meet Satoru" Susan said. She noticed him gaze directly into her eyes, of course this made her blush like crazy, she then smiled. She nodded as he gestured her a seat nex to him, she sat down gracefully, and wasn't sure what to do.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:54 am
Satoru Ichijo
Captain obvious. Of course it's a pleasure to meet the Satoru Ichijo, son of the leaders of a proud pure-blooded vampire clan. Who wouldn't see my kindness as an absolute pleasure, would be fools. He thought to himself, as he smirked slightly, quite happy by the comment, from which he had lead more from it than anyone would. Once again, I scoore. He thought to himself, when he in his mind chuckled.
To the outside world (the classroom) he just smirked, returning his gaze first to the dark-haired beauty, thinking to himself that she'd soon be under his "spell" too, then looked back the blackboard.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:08 am
Susan Chang
As she was sitting there Susan didn't know what to talk about.
"You excited about this class?" Susan said and looked at him. She was wondering what was going through his mind. Susan thought she was being a fool, drooling over someone she just met. But, Susan cant stop being herself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:27 am
Satoru Ichijo
Cute? Did I just think she was cute? He thought to himself. Oh well, she is somehow still. At least she doesn't keep babbling about random stuff like Tshila. Though Satoru had sat his mind on being polite, since this was his first time in a classroom like this. He smiled lightly at her as he replied. Well, she was somewhat cute, and her eagerness for chatter could be seen as cute too. Some. History is an interesting subject, although it all depends on the teacher.
Luckily the clouds had covered the sun, so he felt quite well. He didn't need any blood for some time now; his personal maid had made sure of that. But someone had seen him feeding on her, although she (Tshila) might not have noticed. But didn't she see the blood? She had stated bluntly to him that there was plenty of people here, who did that too. How much did she see? He asked himself, knowing that the only one who could give him these answers was the female herself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:44 am
Susan Chang
Susan nodded. She started to get somewhat bored.
"Abel is a good teacher. I like him" Susan said and smiled.
She grabbed a tousel of her hair. It smelt like her shampoo. Strawberry. She then lost grip of it and grabbed out her book from her bag, and a pen. Incase of needing to take notes.
Wondering what species Satoru was, Susan tried to figure it out, without asking. She grabbed out her locket. It was made of silver and had swirly pattern on the front. She played with it and the chain.
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