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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:58 pm
 xxxxxx[ Dear Diary, ]
The green haired boy lifted his head, automatically following the sound of the familiar voice with a smile. He knew it wouldn’t take long for Mika to show up. It almost never did. And on the few occasions where Mika went missing, tracking him down always lead to the discovery of a new game the albino was willing to share. His usual smile had widened with Mika’s proximity and he made out the edges of a pout somewhere in the darkness. His eyes glittered as he did his best to adopt a contrite expression. The lips drew down as he raised his eyebrows, trusting Mika’s eyesight to catch it despite the darkness.
“I would rescue you,” Mel promised. In the darkness he makes a little mark over his chest automatically with the words. Then his hand dropped and the grin lit his face as he resumed the playful lies. “Besides, experiments are fun. You get mutant powers and then a superhero cape.” He paused for a few moments to consider this idea, pleased with it. Being a superhero sounded fun. On the other hand, being a supervillain sounded almost more fun. They usually lost in the comic books and the movies but he had faith in Mika. Mika would have made it fun. The thoughts floated through the green haired boy’s head and then… were sort of forgotten. If Mel had the attention span of more than a hyperactive puppy, he might have qualified as more than a simple nuisance.
He followed Mika’s attention as it turned to Ren, showing teeth in the return of the wide smile. He managed to hold his tongue long enough for Ren to introduce himself, then stepped in. “Ren, this is my cousin, Mika.” The name was true but the relation was not. The words had been an impulsive deception to play with, see how long it would take Ren to catch on. The smaller boy took Mika’s arm, getting his attention again.
“Ren,” he said with purposeful emphasis, “has a motorcycle. Out in the parking lot.”And Mel wanted to try it. He’d already asked permission and had been denied. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try, it just meant he might have to be a little more careful about it. He was asking Mika for help in stealing it, right in front of the owner.
His eyes drifted back to the redhead, watching the steady rhythm Ren beat on the drum. His eyelids lowered slightly and thoughts of bed overrode the desire to steal the motorcycle. Besides, it was storming. They probably couldn’t have found the vehicle let alone gotten it to start or driven it anywhere. Mel reached out, stealing the drumsticks from Ren’s practiced loose grip and taking a step away towards one of the empty beds, drawing Mika along with him.
“ ‘ll give ‘em back in the morning,” he murmured sleepily as he stole one of the empty beds. He had his own down the hall presumably, but that didn’t seem important. Why worry about what beds were assigned to who if no one was in them? He was curled around Mika’s arm and asleep in moments.
[ Today I told a lie. ]xxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:13 pm
 Ren Matsuri
the sound of your voice...is so wonderful to me.
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the tones Mika had been talking in earlier implied something there...Ren would have decided what he thought they meant...but then there was that moment. the rhythm stopped, the drum sticks and wire brushes had been snatched. there was a pause...there was nothing. void...that calm before the storm where you go downstairs to find your parents dead...air was hard to breath...calm...was gone. he stood up quickly and threw a headphone in his ear...he started to yell at the kid...but then the kid was asleep. he covered the kids face in shaving cream out of vindictive anger, feeling as if this kid had mocked his parent's memory. he was about to do more, but the mp3 player had begun to pull through, and its effect calmed him down. he regretted his actions...but wiping the stuff off would wake the kid up...and honestly he didn't care. he didn't clean up messes that he didn't make. he turned the radio on. it was satellite, and had no commercials. it was also battery powered, because of the storm...though it would switch power sources when the power turned on. he turned his mp3 player off, and plugged it in to charge out of habit. as he went on to the bathroom, he turned a second radio ((same as the first)) on in the bathroom and closed the door. he turned it up as he bathed and brushed his teeth. he shut it off when he was done changing, and went to lie down. he cast a glance on the kissing cousins and shrugged. it really wasn't his business. he fell asleep a short while later.
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if it were all i could ever hear...i'd still be happy.((the first radio plays the entire time.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:16 pm
◄ When you talk about me, I sit back and think ► DAMN.xxxxxxxI got myself a xxxxxxxxxxxxxxFAN CLUB xxxxм ɪ к ɑ ѕ ɪ . м u ʀ ɑ с o . ► ► ►The albino's lips twitched a little at the expression his green haired companion attempted to pull off. A faint flash of his teeth in a smile of his own at the cross that passed over his heart before humming slightly in the back of his throat and letting Mel off the hook, so to speak.
"Unless my mutant power was that my head exploded goo all over everyone. That would defiantly ruin my cloak."His silver eyes glittered at the thought of him actually 'saving' someone. He was much more likely to sit back and watch to see how much blood they lost before loosing consciousness. Mika was not one to pass up an experiment if it would provide entertainment.
And then his attention had shifted to the red haired boy. He won points for not pulling back away from the gentle touch of Mika's hand across his forehead before he introduced himself. Lips opening, Mika went to return the favour before Mel's voice interjected and his arm was captured in a hold that pulled the silver orbs towards the smaller male.
"40% of all people who ride motorcycles crash it every year. You DO realize this involves your brains being smeared like spaghetti across the asphalt while your skin is slowly stripped off by tiny black rocks that become embedded in what remains of your flesh and have to be removed by vigorous scrubbing with a wire brush?"the young shaman drawled, the statement hard to decide if it was being directed at Mel, as he quite clearly saw the question present in Mel's body language, or for the actual owner of the bike. Either way his tone had taken on the sort of lulling voice used by newscasters when talking about horrific accidents.
He might have added more had he not found himself being pulled, along with a pair of drumsticks, towards the bed. Shaking his head to the tune of his jewelery he allowed the manhandling, his bare feet silent on the hardwood as he was pulled into the bed in a messy tumble of white, promptly latched onto by a green bundle. Although unlike his friend, Mika remained awake to watch the minor moment occurring to their newest playmate.
Full lips lifted into a sardonic smile as the redhead moved around to the side of the bed and smeared shaving cream on Mel's face. As long as it was entertaining, and wouldn't cause any true harm to the green haired boy, Mika was more than willing to play and watch. So he likely appeared asleep to the boy who seemed to hesitate a moment after doing so, like he was going to go back on the action, before shrugging it off and going about getting ready for bed.
A mind finally tuned to mischief and drama turned the events over in a calculating light. Ren had just made himself interesting enough to warrant more than a casual interest from Mika who usually would play as long as Mel's attention was caught, which wasn't long, and then move on. When MIKA decided to lock onto something it usually found itself moving or wishing for a way to get free. Because Mel came in the package and combined they were enough to drive anyone in sane.
Reaching out silently in the dark he caught the pillow, which he didn't need, and turned it lengthwise before disengaging Mel long enough to roll the boy onto it. Usually he let him cling to him, but he had no desire for shaving cream, so he curled around his back protectively instead and let him hug the pillow. Slowly the silver vanished from sight as the young shaman let himself fall into a meditative sleep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:28 pm
A low pitched purr signals seconds before the lights flare into life throughout the campus. Only slightly bright in the morning light because of the clouds over head. A second or two later and the click of the intercom signals the principle's announcement.
Good morning students!
As you can see the power has been restored in the building. As such all classes will be resumed per usual. We want to thank you all for being so wonderful last night during the troubles and as a special treat extra desserts are being served with lunch today. I suggest you stop by and try it because the cake is just WONDERFUL!
On another note we will be holding our 10th annual Welcoming Party this evening at three until six. All students are of course invited and food, drinks, and music will be provided. It's a special chance to make life long friends here at Bell Liberty and I look forward to seeing you all there.
Also, if the unpaid students would be so kind as to refrain from shutting off the main generators in the future I would be much obliged.
And then the voice cut off.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:49 am
 чυкισ The Broken Angel мιнєαℓ
"I realized today that the more I cried, the more people hit me
So maybe if I smiled, would they all leave me alone?" Yukio woke up slowly and found himself facing morning. It was a rather pleasant sight to see, especially when he found Kit, though he was partially going through the bed, next to him. Feeling himself literally slip past his arms, he kissed the ghost boy's forehead and realized he was still alone in the room. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. I guess Ai-nee never made it back last night... he thought. Probably stayed in one of his lackies' rooms...
Getting back dressed into his maid uniform (which was oddly enough clean), he walked out of the dorm leaving Kit. He decided to go over to Dion's room to see if he wanted to go and get something to eat...Until he saw a rather disturbing sight. One in which his murder intent rose to dangerous level. Walking out he went to dorm 3, the place where Aizen kept all his weapons (and where he allowed to keep Yukio's as well) and unlocked the door, unknowing there were people inside the room.
Unlocking a secret cabinet, he grabbed his kunai and short wooden sword and left the room in a haste and ran all the way back to Dion's dorm room."Because a smile contains something rather genuine, a true smile was what I show
But even though I am truly happy to meet you...I'm sad to see if you choose to go"  heya!<3 heya!<3
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:47 pm
 Λ ι z є ɴ • Μ ι ʜ є ᴀ ʟ . [SELF-APPOINTED DISCIPLINARY LEADER]`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ Aizen had done it. He pretty much just crossed the line for the both of them...and yet it was a pleasant feeling for the most part. But now, he felt really bad about doing that with someone he only met for a couple of days, especially a literally broken person. But he literally went as gently as he could with him, which luckily, it didn't harm him much. Just the first time pains and that was pretty much all, with the occasional 'I-can't-breathe' moments.
A door opened, but he was too lazy to see who it was, in which he soon would regret. Had he actually looked up, he would've seen through all the attacks, but as it was morning and was tired from that night, he really didn't want to get up. When he finally opened his eyes and got up, his spine got a sudden chill. There was a major blood lust coming at him and it was coming fast.
He quickly jumped out of his bed and put on his boxers and pants, but right as he picked up his shirt, a knife was thrown and pinned it to a wall. Aizen slowly looked up and then to the sleeping Dion. Y-Yukio... he stammered quietly. I-It's not wh-what it looks like... Oh what was he saying? This idiot just *bleep* with him. There is plenty of proof and 'love bites on Dion's body.
Deciding he better get more prepared, he managed to dodge Yukio's sword technique just barely and ran towards Dorian's room. SORRY FOR DISTURBING!! he yelled, apologizing to the possibly half-sleeping singer. He ran to the cabinet to grab his sword, spotting something that made his heart drop for a moment, but not long enough to yell it out, as Yukio had caught up and threw another kunai at him.
Quickly grabbing his sword, he managed to block Yukio's sword, just barely though. A closed-eyed smile was plastered on Yukio's face, one as sweet and pleasant as his normal personality, but a dark and murderous aura surrounded him.
You know, I'm pretty sure I warned you about your actions towards Dion-kun... he said with that same smile on his face. F*********CK!! He was in some big s**t now. He was warned, but instead of listening to it, he went ahead and did it, even if it was consensual.  hullothar hullothar
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 11:33 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack was not a morning person, particularly not when he had ended up sleeping in his clothes which was ungodly uncomfortable. But someone was banging around and yelling down the hall and he managed to crack an eye open with a faint growl. Hang on a minute… he knew that voice. The damned Cheshire cat, the one he’d been messing with a couple of days ago. Who knew he could actually get so loud? Jack looked at the clock, grimaced, and tried to bury his head back in the pillow.
Damnit, now it sounded like people were banging sticks or something together. Couldn’t they do that s**t after class? Or maybe during class if it caused enough damage to get them out of it? Getting up early was hell. Jack stole a kiss from Kaito on his way out of bed, climbing over the other figure and stomping across the room to throw the door open.
“Goddamnit, Cheshire, what part of ‘sleeping in’ is so ******** hard for you?” Jack resembled nothing so much as a low-budget horror villain at the moment, hair an clothes both rumpled from sleep, a few dark blood stains here and there on his clothes and skin from helping Kaito change his bandages in the dark. It wasn’t hard to tell where Yukio was, easy to track down to the only open door and spot the two fighters inside. He recognized both of them. One was Yukio himself and the other was that guy he’d fought on the roof with. Ai-somthing, right? Jack liked the guy. Fighting with him was fun. But not when it meant getting up early.
“Could you two morons take that outside?” he growled, rubbing his forehead. He had no intention of stopping them, he just wanted to see how long he could get back to sleep before he was dragged off for classes. “Or off a cliff?” he added with a snort as he watched them.
“What the hell happened anyway?” The last bit was asked through a yawn, obscuring the last word as he leaned in the doorway. He was half aware there were other people in the room but it took him a minute to really tear his eyes away from the fight and focus on that. He blinked when he realized one of them was whats-his-name, the Magpie from class, and the other looked vaguely familiar even if he was pretty sure he hadn’t met the guy yet.
He raised an eyebrow at Aiden in vague kind of question, asking if he needed Jack to run interference on this, before the violet eyes turned back to the fight, half hoping to see it go out a window so he could unplug the clock and go back to bed.
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 12:31 pm
xxxxxx[ Dear Diary, ]
For being so annoying active during the day, Mel was a surprisingly quiet sleeper. Once he’d been moved into a position to latch onto the pillow, he didn’t budge from that spot for the rest of the night. Which meant the shaving cream covering his face was still almost completely intact when he began to wake up. His legs straightened into a stretch as his eyes opened and he pulled himself into a sitting position, failing to notice the smear of shaving cream across his pillow. His eyes roamed over the room at a half-lid, taking everything in as he blinked himself awake. It was much easier to get an appreciation for the room now that it was light.
Something itched on his face and he rubbed at it, hand finally touching the shaving cream. The movement shoved some of it into the green hair, but at least he was finally aware that it was there. He gave a start at the unexpected sensation, eyes widening in confusion. Both his hands moved to his face, pulling away some of the cream as he made a face, flinging it onto the floor as best he could so that his hands would be clean enough to gather more. He movements had that half-drunk nature of someone trying to do something quickly before they’ve completely woken up. Once in a while his mouth moved as though he were going to say something before realizing he hadn’t really planned any words.
Rinse and repeat, Mel managed to get at least most of the shaving cream off his face, rubbing his hands and arms over his face in an almost cat-like attempt to be sure he was clean. There were still a few bits of white in his hair but he wouldn’t spot those alone until he got to a mirror.
Now that it was gone, the confused, alarmed expression had disappeared with it and he turned his attention to who would have done it. Only two people in the room and it didn’t seem a prank suited to Mika, especially since with one well placed roll Mel would have ended up smearing it all over the other boy. Which left Ren.
Mel slipped off the bed, eyeing the sleeping Ren the entire time. He managed to cross the space without any active property damage, pulling up the cover that hung over the edge of the bed enough to grab the sheet underneath. Then he turned, planted his feet, and pulled hard, doing his best to yank the sheets, the blanket, and hopefully Ren straight onto the floor.
[ Today I told a lie. ]xxxxxx
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:16 pm
Ren Matsuri
the sound of your voice...
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Ren was awoken by the floor suddenly finding his face mid dream. he stood quickly to find his sheet off his bed and mel standing there, only most of the shaving cream off his face. contact with his hads had caused it to lather, and there were still white streaks on his hair and face, but he had done a good job of removing it for trying with no water it appeared (shaving cream wouldn't have done that if you used water). "Oww." Ren said. rubbing his face, arm and verious other places that contacted the floor. "good morning to you too. what was that for?" Ren said curiously. "and why's there shaving cream all over your face, it doesn't even look like you're capable of a beard."Ren said. he yawned. he didn't much appreciate the wake up...and the song on the radio was vaguely bad...but he left it as it was because he was too busy to care at the moment.
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if it were all i could hear, i'd be happy
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 4:51 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxxROBINxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ a l l . t h a t . g l i t t e r s . . . ]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Robin woke easily, pulled out of sleep by the distant sounds of shouting and the light coming in the window. He didn’t toss or groan, merely sat up and pushed the blankets aside, bare feet hitting the floor with an odd kind of finality to signal the start of the day. Long limbs stretched once before he slipped off the bed completely, moving around to the dresser and silently removing a few clothes. A shower, coffee, and world would be bearable. He gathered his clothing under one arm and flicked a towel around his neck, heading for the door.
He paused for just a moment, looking over his sleeping roommate. Christ he looked young like that. Good thing he’d already proven that he had a brain or Robin would have completely written the boy off already. But the fact was he did seem like he’d be useful. Robin wouldn’t put it as high as calling him a partner or co-conspirator, but he’d be useful. And that was good enough. A faint smirking smile flitted onto his lips and remained there as Robin stepped out into the hall, heading for the bathroom in his boxers.
Soon after there was steam pouring out from one of the bathroom stalls. A hot shower was definitely the only civilized way to wake up in the morning. Ten minutes and he was out, dry, and dressed, heading back to his room fully clothed, this time laundry tucked under his arm and looking rather pleased. Dark gray hair was toweled off and combed through, a couple of intricate rings decorating his fingers. Back in his room he took a seat on the bed, leaving the door just a little ways open, listening. He could hear a couple voices making noise, thought he recognized Jack’s, but didn’t bother to interfere.
Since he’d risen relatively early, he took his time, gathering his books and stuffing them into a backpack that had been rolled up at the bottom of the box of belongings he’d brought in last night. A pack of cigarettes and a new dark lighter followed suit. As far as he knew, someone else still had his preferred one. He ran through what he’d seen of the school campus through the rain in his mind, picking out where he was fairly certain the cafeteria was before heading out.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:38 pm
 "IN EVERY LIFE IT HAS BEEN SAID THERE COMES A TIME TO JOIN THE DEAD"
Suriel pulled himself away from sleep slowly at first and then with increasing speed as he realized he was in a strange bed. From half-hearted movements to bolting upright in the space of a few seconds, blue eyes widened and shot around the room, looking for any nearby threats. His eyes only stopped when they landed on the odd position his roommate was in. The blonde was sitting in a very strange position, half slumped over and obviously asleep. Suriel leaned a bit to one side, trying to spot the game. Yup, still there in his hand just as it had been the night before.
Some of the haze was gone from his eyes by then and he found it a lot easier to focus. He didn’t mind this stage of the medication nearly as much as the one he’d gone to sleep in last night. It still left him a little vacant, a little slower to react to things, but it was admittedly a lot easier to be outwardly calm. The paranoia that followed full wakefulness was channeled down in a slightly more productive curiosity, compelling him to cross the room and examine the boy and game he’d barely been able to focus on the night before. He didn’t touch him, just hovered a little, examining the smaller boy while he was still asleep.
Taking a couple steps back, he crossed the room and examined one of the bags of clothes that had been left for him. The change was quick and practiced, Suriel managing to completely dress in seconds, eyes all the time darting towards the other figure in the room, holding his breath so he could hear if there was movement in case his eyes didn’t catch it. When he was fully clothed and Gavin still hadn’t so much as twitched, he relaxed marginally.
Class. School. He was supposed to do his best to fit in and not draw attention to himself which meant getting to class on time and sitting. Suriel’s hand visibly clenched on the backpack he’d been pulling open. His stomach rolled unpleasantly with direct aversion to the simple thought of spending the day sitting in a chair. It could be done, but only if he convinced his own subconscious that he wasn’t actually sitting. Suriel frowned, and did his best to dismiss the problem. He’d figure it out once he got there.
Eyes locked on Gavin, the brunette’s hand moved under his own pillow and extracted the knife he’d hidden there in the dark the night before. He pressed it between two pages of his textbook and shut it gently. The handle was thin and it left barely an indentation once the book was shut. He slid that book and a second one into the bag before throwing it over his shoulder. As the medicine continued to wear off, he would likely find he could no longer bare to keep his defense in a place that would take more than a few seconds to access, but for the time being it would do.
"ADMIT THERE IS NO SECOND CHANCE AND JOIN DEATH IN A FINAL DANCE" 
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 6:53 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Dorian didn’t wake again until thudding feet hammered down the hall and into his room. He heard the very familiar voice shout and didn’t have to open his eyes to know it was Aizen. He did anyway, lifting his head just enough to spot the familiar silhouette running across the room to a cabinet. Apparently his room had become something of a storage space in his absence. The singer’s body protested the movement but responded to him regardless. His grip tightened around what was still wrapped in his arms, a small warm figure dressed in a long shirt that managed to save the boy’s modesty to a passable degree, though not one Dorian liked in the presence of unexpected company.
His eyes followed the whirl of motion in confusion, half convinced he was still dreaming. An albino and Aizen were fighting with swords through his bedroom over Dion. It was absolutely insane. His blue orbs tracked each movement with the vague fascination of one who does not really believe what they are seeing. As though looking for further proof of the deterioration of his own mental state, Dorian looked down at Aiden, still in his arms. He was probably awake by now but it was hard to see with the angle of his head. Mostly Dorian could only see the black hair that was as dark as the sightless night before had been. He’d be able to see him better when they sat up but he found himself reluctant to move, even with the battle taking place nearby.
His eyes narrowed slightly as his eyes drifted back to Aizen. Dorian’s heart gave a lurch and a fresh sting slashed across his chest. He didn’t know who the stranger was and he didn’t particularly care. Time and again he had watched Aizen fight and as always it was a sight. It put Dorian strongly in mind of the way Aizen had been when the two had first met and he suddenly found his mouth was dry. It hurt. He knew it was over and it still hurt. That simply wasn’t fair. Once he had accepted something, it should not be allowed to torment him. Aizen had chosen. And so had he.
He kept his grip around Aiden firm, refusing the let the smaller boy bolt the way he probably wanted to. His mind brought him images of the night before, highlighting the sight of broken glass and blood. He needed to check Aiden over, look for the cuts he was almost certain were there and had not been able to see or really focus on the night before. He began to sit up, drawing Aiden sideways in his lap as he did so. Blue eyes remained on the two fighters. He was more than a little dismayed to find they were attracting attention. A redhead now stood in his doorway, physically and verbally projecting his dislike for the commotion.
“Aizen,” he said, voice suddenly loud as he fought to keep it about the sounds of the fight. “This is not your room.” The young singer’s heart broke behind his blue eyes as he kept his expression as straight and neutral as he could manage. “Please leave.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:52 am
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.The blonde kept his eyes shut, feeling Faust pass through his arms in the more regular sense. He gave no indication that he was awake as a light press of the tingling warmth brushed his forehead. He couldn't sleep after all, otherwise he would have vanished. But it was almost...nice to pretend he was normal enough to have done so.
Turning his head slightly he buried his face against the pillow, well, THROUGH the pillow to hide the slight smirk that pulled at his lips as he listened to the white haired boy getting dressed again. Only pulling up out of the object when the door clicked shut.
"Damn that was fun...doing that again."the younger ghost informed the room at large with a massive mischievous smirk. Every single memory from the night before played through his mind with picture perfect clarity as his clothing reappeared and his hat was pulled down over his gold orbs as they shimmered with impish delight. All this happened seconds before he vanished from sight to recharge a little and find out where his brother might have vanished to.
The ghost DID have a full day of destructive mayhem to plan now that he probably would have to let his little pet actually go to school and do all that stupidly boring stuff. So he'd have to entertain himself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 10:42 am
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soʀɑᴢoʀɑsʜɪɪ кɑɪᴛo
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"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world"
Kaito was awake almost instantly when the screaming started, slitting the slate blue orbs open to stare blankly at the wall that was producing the screaming the loudest. It took a moment for the sleep to drain enough to produce the memory that was connected to the familiar voice. Beside him Jack appeared to have come awake at the same thing as he buried his face deeper into the pillow.
Kaito only didn't sigh because it would do no good, but his expression briefly showed he wanted to before vanishing back into its usual lines. Only to briefly show a sort of pleased surprise in the back of the blue eyes when a kiss was brushed across his lips before he was crawled over in time to see the red-head storming across the room and out the door with a grumbling comment about sleeping in.
Kaito finally sighed in the now empty room and sat up carefully with a glance down his shirt at the blood that heavily stained it. Grabbing his clothing and supplies he set it in the bag with the medical supplies and snagged it with his good hand before heading towards the showers while Jack was busy hurting whomever had woken him up.
Luckily for everyone in the dorms he missed Robin and walked into the still humid bathrooms to take his own shower and clean the blood off himself in a quick but thorough shower before proceeding to wrap his arm once more and take the few bits of medication he despised. He finished getting completely dry in the room until he was satisfied with his appearance being close to normal despite the sling. He WAS now at war in the school against a combatant that had history backing him. He'd need every advantage he could get in order to make sure he didn't loose the only really important thing outside of art he'd ever had in his life.
Fully ready he returned to his room only to find his roommates were still absent, it never even crossed his mind to wonder where the blonde might have gone. Frankly he didn't care. He situated his bags for the coming school day, double checking that he'd finished his homework despite the insanity of the day before. Sure it was done he picked up his pencil and lay back in the bed before painting an image that Jack probably shouldn't see as it was a rather graphic death of a certain grey haired male. It looked suitably painful.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 10:52 am
◄ When you talk about me, I sit back and think ►DAMN.xxxxxxxI got myself a xxxxxxxxxxxxxxFAN CLUB xxxxм ɪ к ɑ ѕ ɪ . м u ʀ ɑ с o . ► ► ►Silver grey orbs slowly blinked to life as the heat clinging to his side lessened while Mel stretched and eventually sat up. Yawning in a flash of white teeth Mika lifted a hand, in a flash of light off the gold band, and ran it through the messy silver strands of hair while watching Mel take in the room in a bleary half-awake sort of way before rubbing at his face.
Almost instantly Mika's smile stretched a the bewildered look as he stared at his hand before reaching back up and whiping at more of the cream. In a few seconds he began tossing it to the floor with motions that had the watching silver eyes dancing in amused delight as the albino covered his mouth with his hand. He was holding back the laugh only because it might startle Mel enough into stopping and the actions were too priceless for that. The young shaman had waited all night for this moment and it was proving well worth it.
"Don't worry, shaving cream vary rarely causes skin irritation. Of course if it does it might last for several days and make you look like you have chicken pox."Mika mused when the cream was gone all for except in the green strands and Mel continued to rub at his face as if to be sure it was clean.
Whether he was heard or not was open for debate as the green haired male slipped off the bed and stalked across the room in what amounted to a miracle, mainly that nothing was broken and he didn't wake the dead with the action. Shaking his head Mika sat up and swung his bare feet off the bed as he leaned forward to settle his chin in his hand and watch this newest bit of excitement as Mel used his leverage to rip the red-head clean off his bed. A crack of skull meeting wood was the evidence that he'd succeeded.
Ren stood quickly, rubbing his abused parts and acting like he had no idea why Mel might have responded as he did. The silver glittered in appreciation for the attempt at nonchalance but given who he was lying to, he'd have to try a lot harder. Grinning behind his curled fingers he transferred his gaze to Mel like a spectator at a tennis match.
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