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 Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 12:50 pm
 Elliot "Eli" Mikazuki
TheLetterman
Now you are watchin' us outside the circle, Wanna be in the company? Boy but you are lonely, dance with nobody, Run away child to your hiding place The dark eyebrow rose at the sudden bell ringing for class to start, finally. Something changed before he got in depth of the lesson plan, the teacher suddenling speaking of an arrangement to appear in the auditorium. A visible frown seem to spread from the Letterman as he allowed his chair to slam on the ground before rising to his feet, a voice seemingly telling him in the back of his head that he already knew of what information this event was going to bring. The murder, no doubt.. The light eyes shifted as he watched everyone exit the room, as one of the last to follow he would easily be able to slip away, though he didn't have knowledge of where to go after slipping from the group..
Placing his hands in his pockets as he hesitantly followed the group, the light eyes glanced down hallways, as if searching for the best one to turn down. Maybe he should just go home, he didn't really fit in anywhere here anyway. His thoughts seemed to roam about the subject as he found himself exiting the building, the multi-colored hair being thrown in his face from a sudden unexpected wind, one that caused him to close his nose and mouth in order to fuctionally breathe. As it died down he removed the sleeve, looking around to see who else had happened to be ditching the calling, squinting slightly as he only recognized a few.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 5:15 pm
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Emilia scowled when the bell rang, and her gaze imediatly shifted from Vulcan to their teacher. "I guess I won't be able to talk him about his seizure this time. And that expression..." she glanced at Vulcan for a moment, her expression softening, "It's like he feels bad about me knowing about it. I wish I could help him..." she thought, withholding a sigh. The teacher said they had an assembly, and her scowl was back with full force. The teacher had glanced at them before, and now they had an assembly, more than likely about the murder. "Great we're having another one. Someone died, why do they have to keep bringing it up? No one wants to feel sorry for that b*****d... But, I could always try to get that necklace from Prey. It's about time I pin it on someone else. If the police think she did it and she gets wrongly convicted, they won't send to juvy again. Murder is a lot more serious, an she's had past offenses. With her gone Predator will be even more erratic and violent. I doubt the others will have any peace, and with me leaving soon..." her thoughts trailed off, coming to an abrupt end. She didn't like thinking about what will happen when she leaves. Many of the trekkies where younger than her, and Vulcan got held back a year. Even with her protection they were tormented so much...
Emilia rose from her seat slowly, waiting for the majority of the class to leave before turning her attention back to Vulcan as she grabbed her stuff. Immediately she was stricken by the stress, and overall discomfort and fear in Vulcan's expression and voice. He rarely asked to ditch, knowing perfectly well that she went to every required assembly. She was, for once, actually thinking about ditching to go see Prey. Vulcan needed her more, and he was more important. She smiled, a little sadly, and nodded. Her friend needed her, and that was the end of it. Her friends were everything to her. She wasn't about to let one of them down. She grabbed his hand, "Come on, lets go." she said, and lead him at a quick pace into the large, loud crowd. When the hall spilt in two ways she steered them to an empty hallway, and through a path of stairs, corners, and short stretches.
When she finally stopped they were in an empty short hallway, near a stairwell. Emilia let go of his hand and smiled at him, leaning against a wall. "Well, I certainly haven't done this a lot. Though it was kinda fun." she said cheerfully, though a bit out of breath.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:25 am
‡ϾɐɭΣɓ ʝΣʄʄΣГʃɵɳ ΤʉɼɳΣɼ‡ Dean Deathrow 
Caleb remained stolid as Prey asked him his reason for coming out. What would he say? There really was no reason for it. It had just been another one of his sporadic whims, which he had been getting more and more frequently in the past few days. Acting on instinct. Letting things draw him away from his purpose, which was... what, exactly? To capture the killer, that was one. To rule the school (as immature as it sounded), that was another. He sighed, taking a long drag from his freshly lit Noire and flicking the ashes to the side.
"The one thing I hate about my job," he replied, "Is that every time I approach a student, they think I wanna take them into my office... which is true, in most cases, but I still think it's insulting." He took another drag, taking his time to exhale the fumes. "Sometimes I wonder what happened to one soul seeking the company of another... Prey."
He sighed, running his hand through his hair and watching the cars pass by on the street in front of them. "I really should take you back inside..." he mused, looking over at her with a benevolent smile. That smile faded as he looked up towards the sky. "Besides, it'll rain again soon, and I don't feel like getting wet..."
He took another drag as he contemplated what to do with her. He knew full well that she intended on skipping school to... follow on her delinquent hobbies, or whatever else she liked to do. The bell rang and he sighed. He knew that if he let her go, he would never be able to live himself down. It hadn't even been first period and already the girl was making a point of breaking the rules. It wasn't as if she didn't know the drill about smoking on campus, namely that it wasn't allowed and that being caught warranted a trip to his office. But knowing her and her history of paranoia, she needed to escape every once in a while, as did he...
"Go back inside." he said as the first drops of rain began to fall. He dropped his finished cigarette onto the ground and stubbed it out with his toe. "The school is about to host a seminar on the pending investigation. You should attend it, as should your... friend." He hesitated when he said that, simply because he hardly knew what relationship the two had, but for the well-known fact that they were virtually joined at the hip in most situations. "And get rid of that. I never want to see you out here with a cigarette again. It's bad for your health." he added with a slight smirk, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looked at her, observing her, taking in who she was and what he saw in her. His smirk widened into a charming smile.
"Ladies first."
Run girl, let me catch you...
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:27 am
м o м o ĸ α тнє ѕняιηк тα ĸ e υ c н ι  Momoka sighed as she heard the knocking on the door. Her first student was here already. She had heard from the principal that he was going to be strict on the rules. She had to investigate the students as well. Letting go of all the stress from that morning's meeting, Momoka smiled and moved to open the door. The pretty girl standing at the other end was smiling brightly. Momoka smiled back.
"Ah, Angel, you're here. Please, come inside. There's something we have to discuss." She told her pleasantly, allowing the girl to come inside before closing the door.
Returning to her desk, Momoka offered the little tray of peppermint candies to the girl. "You probably know what this is about. Why don't you tell me how you feel about the murder to start off." She didn't have to time to coax their feelings out, but Momoka knew Angel, Planet Pretty, was a go-getter sort of girl. She wouldn't appreciate if Momoka was the least bit discreet about their meeting. The sooner it was over the better. The shrink sighed to herself, thankful that she knew this much about her students.
At a crucial time like this, she wanted to be on their side, not trying to find the culprit.
````˙·٠•●♥ ƹ̵̡ӝ̵̨̄ʒ ♥●•٠·˙``` Hopexoxoxoisxoxoxoaxoxoxodreamxoxoxoofxoxoxothosexoxoxoawake,
xoxoxoLet oxmexobringxoyouoxtooxlife
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:46 pm
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-:  Angel retained her smile as she entered the office of the young therapist, making sure the door behind her was closed before taking a seat. Despite the fact that she was trying her best not to be so overwhelming, Angel found herself entering her usual commanding space, something that happened on default, when there was something bothering her. It was an extreme form of self-defense, you see. Something bothered her, and immediately she sought to vanquish it by taking control of everything around her.
She poiltely refused the candies, making sure the ball remained in her court as Ms. Takeuchi began to question her. She appreciated the fact that the woman got right to the point and didn't beat around the bush like therapists were prone to do, although Angel wouldn't have minded either way. The question hadn't surprised her in the least; in fact, she had been fully prepared to answer that from the moment she stepped into the room.
"The murder?" she repeated, crossing her legs and smoothing out her black slacks as she looked the woman right in the eye. "The murder is of no interest to me." she continued, leaning back elegantly. "Whoever killed the boy obviously had their reasons, and I don't see why I should be drawn into this if I obvioulsy don't have the time to engage in any kind of criminal acts. You of all people should know what it feels like to have a busy schedule, am I right Ms. Takeuchi?"
She smirked slightly. Of course she was right. Angel was always right. "If it's any consolation," she added, "I don't even know the boy's name. He is strange to me... although it seems that he was almost as popular as I am!" she giggled slightly, not the cruel one she offered her supporters, but a gentle, happy one that was rarely ever seen by anyone. "The school itself seems rathered dampened, might I add."
Suddenly, she was overcome with a slight headache. It wasn't extreme, but enough to warrant her attention. She rubbed her temples. "My apologies, Ms. Takeuchi, but would you happen to have a Tylenol or something of the sort?"~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:23 am
м o м o ĸ α тнє ѕняιηк тα ĸ e υ c н ι ]"I see..." Ms. Takeuchi listened to Angel as she spoke, watching the girl's expressions change from irritated to confident. She picked up her pen, twirling it in her hand. Angel did make some obvious points. She didn't have any motives for killing the boy, but did that leave her posse innocent? Momoka watched her closely. She didn't even know his name? That was surprisingly. Why had they put Angel on the list of suspects if she have never encountered the boy.
Momoka smiled at her laughter and nodded, "It's a pity everyone is being involved in something so tragic. I'm sorry that you have to worry yourself as well." she offered her sympathies as the girl seemed troubled by a headache. The school was hectic this morning, perhaps the idea of being suspected had really gotten to Pretty's head. Momoka paused at her request and pulled a small slip from her desk.
"I'll have the nurse give you something. Take a rest in the infirmary. I'm sure it's been crazy for you." she wrote Angel a pass for the nurse's office, pushing it to the end of the table for the girl to take. Meanwhile, she thought about the girl's reactions. It seemed as though Angel was clean, Momoka decided. But in any case, she wasn't the one who would make the final decisions. Still, she found her sudden headache worrying. But perhaps there were other reasons for it, such as the argument she'd had with Predator that morning.
"Say," Momoka leaned forward, "Do you think Predator may have done it? Or Prey?" she asked curiously. As the shrink, she needed not only Angel's feelings about the murder, but her possible suspicions. Things would add up eventually. The investigation had only started. And since it was obvious she was plagued by some emotion, Momoka decided to delve further.
````˙·٠•●♥ ƹ̵̡ӝ̵̨̄ʒ ♥●•٠·˙``` Hopexoxoxoisxoxoxoaxoxoxodreamxoxoxoofxoxoxothosexoxoxoawake,
xoxoxoLet oxmexobringxoyouoxtooxlife
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 10:53 am
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: Angel accepted the nurse pass graciously, tucking it into the small handbag that she kept with her at all times. As if she would ever degrade her social standing by going to the school infirmary, what a laugh! But at least she would get some headache relief.
The sudden pain worried her, admittedly more than usual. Planet Pretty never got headaches, and the fact that this was changing was something to remain aware of. When the therapist mentioned the hectic in the school, Angel smiled. She was neither ashamed nor too vain to admit that Momoka Takeuchi was an incredibly talented and adorable woman with a knack for figuring things out. In any normal situation, Angel would have been careful around her, but this was different in that this time, she really had nothing to hide. However, was it safe for Angel to assume the woman's next train of thought?
"If it should be that you suspect my... people..." Angel said, not wanting to say 'followers' or 'minions', lest The Shrink get the wrong impression, "then I should tell you that no one does anything within the Popular Posse without my direct say so. That goes for even the most minimal things, like where they are to sit at lunch, where they are to stand during homeroom assemblies, etcetera, etcetera. If anything outside of the ordinary is done, I am the first to know, meaning... well, meaning that if this boy was killed by one of mine, then I would have heard about it, wouldn't I?"
When the therapist leaned forward onto her desk and questioned her again, Angel laughed loudly. "Think? Do I think one of those disgusting, hazardous criminals killed the boy? Ms. Takeuchi, please excuse my frankness, but anyone in their right mind wouldn't even question that fact! Although I can't blame the investigators for putting me at the top of the list, I can assure you that, not counting the existence of myself, the Predator and his Prey are the two most liable suspects."
~Don't talk to me~
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