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The audience clapped and cheered to show its admiration for Trixie. Loud and colorful fireworks peppered the upper stage area. The queen of the stage was soon showered by white sparks that warmly tingled against her body, but she didn't mind as it made for quite the spectacle. As she basked in her glory, the audience chanted the name of the greatest unicorn in all of the known world. "Trixie! Trixie! Trixie! Trixie! Trixie!" the crowd loudly chanted. Suddenly, everyone and everything was consumed by a bright flash of light.

"...Aventr?...can your turn off the light please?"

Trixie snorted as woke up from her dream of being a great and powerful unicorn in another universe. She had such dreams every now and then, but something about this one wasn't right. What in the world was that bright flash of light? Who or what is Aventr?

In the darkness, Trixie slowly shuffled herself upright against her bed's headboard, and then she crossed her arms once she was in the right position. She wanted to figure out an explanation for the last few moments of her dream. She was very sure it had nothing to do with her recovering her hat from a random hallway statue on the first day of school. She was also very sure it had nothing to do with any of the pranks from the past week. Trixie's mind quickly overloaded with various thoughts to which she responded to by vigorously scratching her head. Maybe some light would help her think?

Trixie reached over to a nearby nightstand. It didn't take long for her to find a pack of matches. After successfully lighting one matchstick, she tossed it into a small glass jar on top of the nightstand. Inside the small glass jar, the fire quickly consumed a small amount of shredded paper--just enough to illuminate the area on the side of Trixie's bed, but small enough so as to not produce noticeable smoke. The Terrific Trixie was about to think about the last moments of her dream again, but then she noticed something on the ground from the corner of her eye. Needless to say, she reacted with what she thought was the most appropriate response.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Trixie screeched in a way that would've made Professor Daryle proud.

The blue haired girl jumped out of her bed, and then ran straight for her roommate's bed whose name she found out recently to be Serena. Even with all of Trixie's quick movements, her light blue nightgown managed to stay on her body. "Grumpy Girl!" Trixie yelled as she wrapped her arms around whatever part of her roommate's body was available. Trixie couldn't tell since it was mostly dark in Serena's side of the room. "T-T-Trixie m-means... S-S-Serena!" Trixie stuttered before crying out loud, "THERE'S AN OVERSIZED MUTANT CATERPILLAR IN OUR ROOM!!! IT WILL TURN TRIXIE AND SERENA INTO COCOONS AND THEN GOBBLE US UP! WE ARE FAR TOO BEAUTIFUL AND FAR TOO YOUNG FOR SUCH A CRUEL FATE! SO VILE! SO FOUL! MOST OF ALL... THIS TOTALLY SUCKS!!!" Trixie made a few sobbing noises after her solemn and desperate short speech, but then sheepishly grinned as she asked Serena, "Do you have... a giant flyswatter?"

It was the damnest feeling ever to know that someone was talking, but not knowing what they were saying at all. It was like trying to communicate with someone who didn't share the same language. Even when her eyes had already gotten used to the dark, she couldn't make out the movements of the lips. What was the person saying? It was so frustrating. She got a couple useless words out—It... what... out of... of that... it's...—but what good did that do? Frustrating. So. Frustrating. She hated going somewhere and not understanding.

And so, as the person jumbled on to some unknown topic, Vivi tried to make out what he or she looked like, and, after a minute of silent debate, she decided that this person was female because, well, her face seemed too feminine. She could see this girl well enough to see her dimly in the dark, her golden eyes staring back at her. The girl didn't seem too alarmed or angry or anything. In fact, according to her eyes, she looked like she was trying to open her in and befriend her.
...Yeah, right. Vivi really needed to eat more Vitamin A so she could recover from night blindness.

What was that? Her lips stopped moving. She was waiting for her reply.

Of...what? She didn't have the slightest clue. What did people talk about when they first met? Vivi's brain crashed. She couldn't think straight. All she heard and saw again and again was the searing light, a ghostly scream...

"I woke up by a light. I was not sure what it was, but I panicked and came out," she said, holding on the the dearest hope that this girl mentioned something similar. "It is probably just my imagination."

Vivi wasn't sure what emotion she should of portrayed, what tone she should of went for, what action she should of did. She just wanted to run away. "Sorry to cause trouble." She stepped back, ready to go back to her dorm.

One part of her hoped that the girl had met a deaf person before in their life, and so she could recognize her strange talking accent and her inability to understand her. Another part of her hoped that she would let Vivi go and let her run away from this awkward situation, and perhaps they would never meet each other again. The last part of her—how little it may be—hoped that the girl would, in fact, befriend her, and somehow, someway, Vivi would make her first hearing friend.

Unfortunately, she still wasn't that optimistic.

Aventr looked on pathetically, reassuring his defensive position as Rine spoke to the general public. "I got that," he answered dismally. He knew Rine would never talk sense into the currently pissed off Adrianna. She was a third year, so Aventr had heard quite a bit about her too. A cold one, to be certain.

While the former continued to blab on about something related to how pleasant the school was, Aventr's heart sank. She wasn't going to help, but that's not what caused his metaphorical organ defect. Adrianna had his pillow, and a crowbar, and then there was a lot more pieces to his pillow. The pain was clear in his expression, but it quickly turned to something else. The fury.

His stance was suddenly much more refined in that moment, a much more focused kind of rage. His right eye even twitched a little. Luckily for everyone in the room, he hadn't lost his head. "Get out, before you do something you'll regret. Moron," he thought to himself. His right arm trembled a little before he turned, twisted the knob unsuccessfully, and then gritted his teeth. Crying out in fury, he hammer armed the knob right off the door. He was screaming profanity now, though not because he may have just fractured his own arm. The door had been locked, and with the knob gone, getting out would be technically more difficult. The bolt was still in place. But he had learned a thing or two from Tai when he didn't think Aventr was watching, not that he would go bragging about it.

Reaching inside, he manipulated what was remaining of the mechanism to pull the bolt from the frame, tossing that behind him and he wretched the door open. Breezing through when there was a minimal amount of space, he slammed the door shut again, now holding the other side of the knob away from the door. He hadn't actually intended to take this side's part...

"Damn it!" Aventr shouted as he threw the knob at the floor, the smallest flecks of blood from his arm going with it. He then realized he wasn't alone in the hall, but he didn't care. He had just been ready to murder someone, the last thing he needed was company.

He walked past Vivian and Luella as if they weren't even there. Any looks or speech he might have received were ignored, for the moment anyway. Making a bee-line for he and Tai's room, he clenched both hands until his knuckles were white. Reaching the door, he took a deep breath and tried not to smash his own door in. His key was inside, he didn't sleep with it, there was no reason to. Knocking on the door, he rest his forehead on it, "Tai, Ginjiro, it's Aventr... Let me in."

Aventr didn't care anymore. At this point, the rest of this night was over for him. He wanted to get back to bed, and he had completely forgotten about the scream he heard while keeping Adrianna off of him.

Thank the heavens! Mercy! Joy! Relief! was what Vivi wanted to sign at the moment, but stopped herself, because she could feel the the blond girl's eyes staring back at her (and yes, she could now identify faint colors in the dark; what an accomplishment!). She was finally out of someone's way, and she could go back to her room. She'd go back to sleep while hoping that Ember was still asleep, and then she'd wake up (no nightmares!) to start a fresh, new day. She'd never see this blond ever again, and she'll learn from her mistake by never going out of her room at night. She'd go through the day, maybe meet some new people, and then—

What was the blond doing? Wasn't she going to leave? Coming up to walk with her did not define the definition of LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU ARE FOREIGN. Even so, a teeny part of her was glad. It meant that she was showing some kind of...what? Empathy? Sympathy? Oh, no, did she figure it out? Did she feel bad that she was deaf? The thought saddened her heart. She didn't want that pitiful thought to start a pitiful friendship. But...maybe...she...? What? What? What?!

She took that back; she really wished she was on her bed right now, not bothered by anybody. Vivi had a lot of patience, but when it came to miscommunication problems with hearing people, she could easily lose it. Taking a deep breath, Vivi decided to slip one sign out to help her. Calm down, she signed, getting the feeling that the sign actually fit the moment. She didn't really know why, but the blond's face looked...well...embarrassed, like she just peed her pants or something. Maybe she needed to calm down, too.

Before Vivi could stop and go over a brief two-second thought over why this girl wanted to come with her, someone passed by them. She couldn't identify who (she most likely didn't know who it was, anyway), but by the person's walk and fuming facial features, she could tell it was a male...coming from the girls' wings. Yeah, she did not want to know. But there was another thing that she didn't recognize earlier. When the boy passed by, a fresh waft of faint blood tingled her senses, giving her a small wave of panic. It was very, very small and unnoticeable so that perhaps a five-sensed normal person could not smell it, but for Vivi, out of her four senses she had, smell was her sharpest.

But the small, insignificant little cut the boy just opened wasn't what made Vivi choke and sputter. She didn't notice it before, but now that she thought about it, there was a bigger problem somewhere else. It was a bit of a distance from where she was now, but there was enough blood shed, she could practically feel the metallic feeling in her mouth. Someone was hurt and bleeding. Was it human? Or animal? It didn't matter. Neither didn't deserve to lose that much blood, and perhaps...die.

Even more reason to curl up in her room and forget everything. Trying to shake away her stony face, Vivi concentrated on the main problem on hand here: the girl. She was mumbling. Although Vivi never made it obvious, she couldn't stand mumblers. She couldn't understand. Her vision was adjusting, and perhaps she could take in some words, but alas, the girl was mumbling...something. It looked like she was stuttering, too. She found that a funny habit of the hearing people. Why did they stutter, anyway? It was actually kind of amusing to watch...even if they were incomprehensible.

"Are you going to your room, too?" she asked, locking on the the final decision that the blond was going to her direction for the same reason Vivi was. "I think that would be the safest thing to do. I feel like something is wrong. Something very wrong." She twisted her face in part sorrow, and part sympathy. "I just do not know what. It is one of those feelings."

She should of stayed with her choppy, short, get-away-from-me sentences, but the girl looked like she said a lot, and, well...that was what she got in return.

How accurate could she be? C'mon, it must be somewhat near.
Too bad Vivi wasn't great at predicting things.

Something about the blond made Vivi edgy. Was she figuring it out? She still looked like she peed her pants, but she also had this look on her like something was wrong. True, Vivi did say that she felt like something was wrong, but did this girl feel the same? Or was she feeling that Vivi was the problem here? Did she figure out that she was really deaf? She might of, but maybe they were just suspicions. Nodding her head? That obviously meant yes to her statements, a sure sign that she was sensing a problem here.

Problem? Of course there was a problem. Deaf and hearing never mixed together. Her family warned her that, but what did she do? She went right on ahead to learn how to speak and read lips just so she could mingle with the ignorant hearings. She thought she could prove a point by going out in the world by herself, but so far, her point was unsuccessful. Perhaps if...

Wait. The girl said something. Although lost in her thoughts, Vivi was paying attention to her lips, and even in the dark, she could understand her.

...locked out... room...

She didn't quite speak slow enough so she could grasp every word, but that was understandable; it would be strange and awkward to talk like as if teaching a baby. (It was like those times when she confessed she was deaf, and people would try to speak louder to her. If they were yelling, it was harder to make words, so honestly, they failed to communicate with her either way.) It didn't matter. Finally, she understood her words. She felt like jumping and yelling out a thank you for finally being easy to understand, but stopped before she could.

"You were locked out of your own room? That is not good. Don't you have the key?" She was stating the obvious, but what else was there to say? Won't her roommates open it for her? Didn't she had a key? Vivi carried hers around her neck at all times, but, well, maybe that was because she was that organized.

Hey, maybe the girl had already tried to yell at her roommates or maybe perhaps lost she key. She looked...well...disgusted or angry. Maybe she said something else, but Vivi missed it because she was too busy looking at the empty halls in front of her instead of her lips. It happened a lot. But deary her, she looked like she just might attack someone. "Are you okay?"

ooc; Well. What an interesting observation. xD

[L] u e l l axxx [G] r a v e s

"I-I'm a guy. Get used to it. Jerk."

Luella was still stuck on the realization that this girl in front of her had the nerve to be more 'developed'. Of all the damn luck, it had to be this girl, the first she ever had a social encounter with since coming here...it HAD to be her who made the blond feel inadequate. Outclassed. The girl felt all hope was lost. She felt the world crumbling around her...

...touchy subjects...touchy indeed.

Just as she gave up hope, the brunette spoke with questions. The first to which, the blonde missed due to perpetual moping. Did she have a key? Of course she didn't! She had slept all night through day yesterday! It was a bother to even get one. But, thinking about it now...it was...embarrassing. Talk about dumbass. The girl looked down and sighed, going back into moping, the girl felt it almost necessary to crawl into a corner...

To the girl's third question, Luella's golden eyes moved back up, and she felt a sweatdrop fall down her forehead, while a forced smile set upon her face. "I'm f-fine!" she uttered, feeling a tiny blush reach her cheeks. She wasn't used to this...worrying of others. What did that exactly mean? Whatever it was, it gave... a pleasant sensation in her heart.

Wait a second...what if this girl was the type to just use people, and later, toss them like garbage? The girl's face began to look on in pure horror, as she began to think up scenarios. One in particular was that the brunette girl would get what she wanted, namely a cookie, then kick her out the window, to where dogs would come to eat Luella, while Mrs. Brunette laughs away. Another, more ridiculous sequence of events was having the blonde bake her a cake, and the brunette would eat a slice, only to puke it out, calling it trash, and then proceed to hitting the blond with a hammer... and finally, the most absurd contrivance had the girls in a bath, bathing one another, while Luella had grabbed the wrong shampoo. And then, Mrs. Brunette would strangle her with a hammer...a poisoned hammer, while dogs ripped her limbs off...

Come now...those weren't ALL too ridiculous...were they?

... ANYWAYS, getting on with the story...

Maybe it was just her, but the lingering thoughts of suspicion continued to bug her. If that boy...whomever he could be, had come from the girl's dorm...and they were getting close. Were they about to see exactly what was going on? The uneasiness was starting to get to the female. Maybe she should turn back, and let this brunette be on her way. But what if something happened to her new night friend? The feeling continued to get to her... sweat began to run down her face...

It wouldn't take long now...


((Don't kill her, Carina! >:3))

Aventr's heart pounded as he leaned against the door. It was much more likely that Jiro was the one awake, which meant Aventr was going to have to play his games. This, was usually a source of entertainment for Aventr, but soon he would be coming down from the adrenaline high and his arm would make him more than a little crazy. "Jiro!" Aventr was humoring him as far as the name went. Who, aside from the first years, didn't know the famous Ginjiro? Professor Isaac only made sure everyone was aware of it, since he enjoyed toying with the young scientist so much. "That still doesn't make sense! Ask professor Isaac or Estas! And at midnight! The Narwhal bacons at midnight!" Aventr was sure that Jiro could hear him, though he wasn't sure if he would like the volume that Aventr was using. But it was the only way to make sure that Jiro heard him.

"Okay... So how did I make it into their room? I would never do that on my own, and I can't imagine someone picked me up, got me in there, and left without being noticed..." Aventr had lifted his head from the door, expecting Jiro to finally open it. He started to hold his arm then, hoping to get a head start on the pain that was to hit him any time now. "I don't remember anything. Maybe Ginjiro will know." Now if only the damn door would open!!

(So short... The disease... It's coming back!!)

Franklin had not been around the whole week. Well, his body was there, but his mind was absent. As far as Franklin knew, he had been rolling around in the forest and speaking to gravestones at a pet cemetery. Contrariwise, he had remained mostly stationary in his room and spoke very little. His lack of action was quite abnormal compared to his usual twitchy and loud behavior. Perhaps his brain (or whatever is left of it) needed some time to find its way back into his skull. He spent the week limping around from class to class, staring blankly at everyone like a brain dead moron.

The pillow supporting Franklin's head was swiftly removed. The small fall onto the bed must have jammed his brainstem back into place because he shot bolt upright when he heard "Double Franks". "My, what a beautiful sunset," he chirped in the dimly lit room. Unlike Frank, Franklin was more than ready to leap out of bed and begin the day. He was sleeping fully dressed (excluding his shoes) as he often does. To Franklin's delight, his fuzzy socks collected static electricity from the carpet beneath his toes.

"Wakey wakey, Frankenstein," said the young man. The energetic boy shuffled his way over to his roomy who refused to get. Once he was in arms reach, Franklin exclaimed, "Zap!" shocking Frank with a static-charged touch. What a pleasant way to begin the day.

((Sorry for the short post. They'll get longer as I get back into the groove of things here.))