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Charlie smiled and took the key from the lady cheerfully. With a little bounce, she headed for the stairs. Best to unload the luggage even though there wasn't much...she traveled light. She bumped past the two girls that appeared to be arguing but stopping to take notice of them both. One was dressed quite cutely, normal length red dress, flip flops, and a brown color hair that mimicked a color Charlie had dyed before. She seemed nice or at least she gave out a good-natured vibe. The other one, Charlie paused to observe a bit longer. She was very pretty, striking black hair, big round eyes, and dressed for danger. She could definitely pose for a model shoot.

Charlie raised her eyebrow but smiled, even the aurora this girl possessed had that kind of confident, better-than-you, type of tone. She encountered many girls like this one in the past, most were usually stuck-up and snotty. But Charlie never bothered to deal with them, as long as they stayed off her case, she would do the same. Though...Charlie's motto wasn't the same for those past high school girls. They hated Charlie and her wild ways and often schemed to humiliate her. Though they hadn't been quite successful....

Charlie sniffed and wrinkled her nose slightly. These two sisters? (as Charlie had overheard) were vampires. No wonder their smell was...different. Not that she bore any dislike, personally, for vamps but it was natural as a wereling to pick up senses here and there. True, much of were-packs loathed blood-suckers but Charlie didn't belong to any pack so had little reason to hate them.

"Sorry about that," Charlie apologized with a pleasant grin at the two girls. She tilted her head at Silvia. "Love the skirt." Then, Charlie swished around, her pig tails knocking against one another and jogged up the stairs.

Ryder watched in genuine amusement as he saw the rather nervously excited girl who had fallen on him scurry over to yet another boy and start brushing the dirt off his clothes as well.
So strange...
Grinning and shaking his head, he picked up his duffel bag and headed towards the receptionist inside the main building. Cutting in front of everyone who was standing in line, Ryder leaned up against the greeting desk and threw the receptionist a smile.
"McMillan, floor four and room number six please."
Time to spice things up.

Saki walked up to the reception desk. "Matsuno. Floor 2 room 3, please," she said. Her suitcase was started to feel heavy in her right hand, so she shifted it to her other hand. This seems like a nice school, she thought. Hopefully I can make some friends.

((gtg. Time to eat.))

The sun may have been shy, but the radiant young male who walked up to Eternity High beneath its cloudy sky was certainly not. A bounce in his step and a mischievous grin cemented into place on his handsome face. His features were sharp and elegant, his hair golden and flowing, and his eyes....to die for.

The good fortune that came with his mother blood meant that they could afford their attendants to take him the great distance from their sleepy fishing village to this academy. He had already instructed his attendants to go wait at his room, as if he was certain of exactly which one he would get. All he had on him was a leather bookbag on his back, a violin case slung across his shoulders and a flute case hanging from his belt. He looked extremely whimsical, dressed in jeans, a designer belt, a prestine white pirate shirt with rolled up sleeves and what seemed to be a unique set of fingerless gloves. Topping it off, a bandana pulled back his golden hair, the fabric decorated with comical looking skull. It said suave, harmless and wild all in the same breath.

He took the steps two at a time in a playful manner and caught hold of the door handle. With a flourish, he yanked open the door, standing poised with hand flung outstretched above his hand, the other gripping the leather satchel over his shoulder. He paused, only a moment to let his awe-inspiring entrance sink in to the crowd before striding into the foyer with long-legged confidence. All the while, his exuding exuberance that gave a twinkle to his animated eyes was matched by an observing and calculating purpose in his countenance. Almost like an animal, he seemed to note every inch of the room, looking about in every direction at once. He made his way to the line behind several females and stood there looking pleased with himself for having graced the campus with his presence. He noted to girls moving away from the counter and waited for the one with bat wings to look over at him, as he was expecting her to with little doubt. When she did so, he would wink at her with his best and most charming body language.

((I'm curious, why would you go upstairs? the dorms are shown to be in a different building than the main building right?)

Reven walked over to the parking lot, seeing as neither of the girls were up for making conversation, and he really didn't care much to make any. Right where Reven left him, his dad was standing under the hood, trying to fix the truck. "Hey dad, I forgot my Cello, is the truck still open?" He asked impatiently, opening the door. "Oh nevermind, good luck with the truck, you'll need it." Reven said taking out his cello from the back seat.

Reven then walked over to the left, realizing the on his right was a three story building and the receptionist said it was a four story building. He was carrying his cello on his back, holding the strap with his right hand and carrying his suitcase by the handle in his left hand.

((IMPORTANT:

Ok, currupted had a good point; I was going with my mind and not the map. THe dorms are across campus and have an elevagtor and stairway, BUT, the schedule to class and dorm rules sheet are upstairs in the main buildign, hence why they must go up there first. So, you have ot go upstairs anyways, but not to unpack.

Sorry for not being clear.
This is on the front pag enow as well ifyou miss this post! ))

After unpacking his things in his new room, Emille looked out the window as people seemed to flood in, he felt rather lucky to not be amidst that crowd of people. Instead, he opened his window to let in some fresh air and made sure his door was locked before he turned on some music and perched himself on the ledge outside of his window. It was a strange thing to do, to turn on music in his room just to sit on the ledge outside his window, but he kept an eye on the people moving along and blinked a few times. With each blink, his eyes shifted from blue-gray to a surreal shade of gray as he watched each person pass by.

"Human, human, non-human, human, non-human, human...interesting..." he muttered to himself as he took a rough tally of whose souls were in tact as basic mortals and which ones contained an abnormality which gave a shifted hue to the color of their soul. Reading auras and seeing souls was only one perk of seeing through the eyes of death gods, he blinked a few times more as his eyes returned to their normal color and he adjusted his hat and goggles. "Oh crap...I forgot my schedule...that means I have to go back into that mob...and those women..." he shuddered at the thought of being harassed again.

Women had this horrible tendency to pick on him for his non-muscular physique and his abnormal tendencies. His hat and goggles made him a 'fashion disaster' to the preps and a 'weirdo' to everyone else...it's not as if he minded this so much as he did the fact that day after day went by of women tormenting him. Guys were almost as bad, but he could take physical abuse much better than emotional abuse, to him, women were users at times as he watched other outcasts exploited for their talents. Women influencing men to do their homework, take them places, or get them free stuff all depending on their vocation or abilities...it was sickening. He refused to be a tool, and he refused to give the opposite gender an opportunity to work their dark magic upon him as they'd done others before him.

But his thoughts took him away from the situation at hand as he leaped from the fourth story ledge and swiftly dashed across campus like a shooting star as he flew through the walls to make sure he didn't have to weave into the crowd. Coming through the second floor wall, he miscalculated himself and ended up rolling and stumbling until he finally crashed to a halt into the wall displaying the dorm rules and a desk containing the schedules, causing a few dozen to fall on him. "Oh...for the love of...not again..." he whined a bit as he looked up at the ceiling, almost not wanting to get up.