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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 6:15 pm
 Jackie blinked awake, completely confused in where he was. He pulled out his black average slide phone from his pocket, he pressed the button on the side looking at the time. "OH s**t!" he said bouncing up to his feet, he grabbed his bag and bolted over to the school. 'How the hell does that happen! I came early and end up sleeping under the damn tree and MISSED FIRST PERIOD!' he thought well yell inside of his mind. Opening the front doors to the school, 'sneaking' in so he wouldn't get into yelling trouble for being late. He sighed making his way to his locker, it was nothing special very plain actually. The school had painted it such a dull colour, then again it was school and everything was well dull. Oh so he thought... As he opened his locker a note fell to the floor, "Hm what is this?..." he said to himself. He pulled up his pants before he bent down and picked up the note. He leaned against the lockers and opened it up, carefully reading the letters written down on the page in simple black ink. All the colour had seemed to leave his face, his eyes widening. 'Oh my gosh... OH MY GOSH!' he was indeed panicking. 'Someone KNOWS my damn secret.... FUDGE! I am so screwed..' He took a deep breath and crumbled the note throwing it deep into his locker, he never wanted to see that horrid note again. Yet he knew he couldn't escape it, he sighed running a small masculine featured hand through his golden locks. He figured he'd do what the punk wants to be done from him, it couldn't be that bad right? Or at least he hoped so. If not he was truly in big trouble, not only did he break into this school, but lied to his parents. He was indeed in VERY big s**t if word got out.
With one more breath he took his books and closed his locker, clearing his mind from the note. Or at least trying to. But it soon seemed to be the only thing he thought about as he walked the silent halls of the school. "I shouldn't stress myself out about this... m-maybe it isn't anything.... but... this person...." 'he knew everything about me.. he said and thought. He rubbed his temples then smacked his cheeks, "Keep your head up high Jackie! you can get through this!" he said to himself. He then placed his regular smile on face and walked over to his class. He still had a few minutes till second period was over, he leaned against the wall and just waited for the bell. Soon enough the halls would fill with kids he didn't even know, much less even talked too. He sighed closing his eyes, thinking about his brother. That soon made his stomach do flips, why was he so nervous about telling his brother, that well he was his BROTHER. He sighed and stayed in the silence, clearing his mind of all things.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:16 pm
 ❚❚❚❚Damean Wyatt Haiten❚❚❚❚  Nothing was to be said because you couldn't get a word in for the school bell rang and the only achievment that he had completed was making a good sketch on his classmates face with some personal notes next to them. They took about 3 pages of his sketchbook, front to back, all with some more detail features and more refined pencil markings to allow the drawings to become more realistic. But art wasn't about being realistic and just simply copying a landscape or a person, art was a fusion between your ideas and everything around you. For example, someone who would always be cheerful and happy an artist could draw their innerself as someone who's just an empty shell who's trying to cover up an heartache. That was one of the girls at another table but how did he know, if you simply observed you would know as well, just keep your eyes and ears open and mouth closed. You can't listen and talk at the same time and thus you won't know anything and might miss important information that would prove useful to you. People's outer and innerself were usually complete oppisites, your outerself was like a shield to protect your innerself because if you exposed who you truly are people had a tendency to pick on you or be frightened of you, there were many outcomes and it was hard to predict which one would happen.
It took moments for Damean to pack his sketchpad into his bag and head out the door, his mind just found peculiar how today didn't go as any other day would of. But that would be boring if everyday was the same so having a change threw him off but he was quick to adjust, such as Zeki talking to him and a teacher vs. student smackdown today in art, it was quite entertaining to say the least. Alex was certainly a guy who you didn't want to compete with, in any subject for you'd simply lose except perhaps art. Damean observes other people's pieces to see if he can strengthen any of his own art skills yet he was surprised at what Alex had to draw, paint, color and such, it didn't seem to fit with the genius but Mr. Einstein over there was good in knowledge, not skill. It was a hunch but he probably wasn't very good with on hands projects such as knitting, he might of not have the patience for it, cooking for it took more than just the knowledge of using the right ingrediants and other such classes. But at least he gave effort, it was better than just giving it all up and throwing in the towel before things got rough. Haruki was just the same as normal, doing his normal stuff though it might be called different terms it all seemed normal. But with all these people Damean only knew them from observations in the past and their reputation, rumors were not fact based and somtimes it was just the truth twisted around till it sounded worse than it had first started. His opinions, Zeki was a guy who just didn't stop and look around him, blind to the answer that hung in front of him. Alex was an intelligent student but he needed to focus more on just school, he hadn't seen him with a whole lot of people and he should socialize more than just the books and such. Haruki was a simple rebelillious student at the school but if he obtained more tardies than he might not be able to stay in this school for very long.
Damean headed for his locker for his next class was English but he had no worries for this class since he had 'friends' who helped him out for a price. The price had to be paid on a monthly basis so that the 'climax' would be aquired with great satisfication than repeating the same thing once a week. It wasn't troublesome and he would simply lie to his parents about heading over to a friends house, they were more than happy to send him off. His grades had 'improved' and not seeing a two-faced son all the time took some worries off their shoulder. It was upsetting how his parents had to think that way but that only inspired his work so he didn't pay much mind to it. His art was not just some happy portrait with the sun shinining but there were also some depressing ones and no need to tell you where he got that inspiration.
A white enveloped letter layed in the inside of his locker at an odd angle so it was nice to know his locker wasn't forced open or opened since he last left it. The envelope had no writing on the outside and wasn't even sealed, strange but Damean took out the letter inside and read the contents. After reading it, he just chuckled to himself, whoever had written to him believed that they could upset him in the least especially with the first four sentences. It was obvious that he would never become like any of them since he didn't want to be any of them, that wasn't his goal but this person only spoke of famous painters names, why not some not well known ones, at least that would of made this letter more insulting. There were just so many flaws this letter had, it was quite surprising, first off, no matter what his parents did he would never give up his dream of having his artwork in a museum. Plus how could they crush them? They had tried to do so in the past and that had not worked out for them and Damean had only but one dream if he had another he was unaware of it or this person could just be hitting around the bush. Another mistake was this person presuming that he cared for his parents, that he cared what they actually felt him which he did to a degree like with many others. But right now, Damean simply wanted to laugh at this letter but by making a commotion would only draw attention to himself so Damean returned the letter into the envelope and placed it deep in his locker for good keeping while taking out his English book for next period.
It was the last part of the letter that got Damean thinking, being kicked out of his house for sleeping with teachers seemed a bit over the edge but he was thinking of a reason why the teachers would be mad at him, its not like they knew he wasn't sleeping with other teachers for thier the ones to suggest it in the first place. But it was the warning, a bit ironic for someone who held his secret and was threatining him practically was helping him of unexpected trouble? This person either was lying or only wanted to enjoy messing with people's lives even further by watching the secrets spill out and watch as people's lives begin to crumble away. Hmm, well all thats left to say is that Damean eagerly awaited for the next letter, interested in what sort of demands this person had but another thought came to mind. Whoever wrote his letter, was the one who took the Box of Secrets and its plausible that people who had written thier secrets in the box were being blackmailed as well but there was no proof and Damien did not know these people. He headed off in the direction of his English class and would meet face to face with the woman he had slept last night.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:05 pm
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Ｓeraphina Ｂelladonna
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Flipping out as she half-jogged, half-ran towards the Academy that loomed in front of her. Being a goody-goody wasn't one of her most favorable qualities and she had never in her life skived off even a single class, especially not a whole half a day! But it couldn't be helped. Her job interview was this morning and she couldn't miss that. She figured the only way to actually pay the rent this month was to get a job. Urghh, but to stoop so low that she had to work in starbucks? That really was pathetic. She always used to see people trying to make a living from petty jobs like shop clerks and waitresses but she never thought that she would be one of them. If someone had told her a year ago that this is what her life would be like she'd laugh her head off! Pfft, she'd say, and I just saw a flying pig! Anyway, it wasn't like she didn't bring money with her, it's just that.... well, she kinda spent it all. Apparently you can't go around restocking your wardrobe with designer items when you bank account is limited. It took some getting used to but by the time she'd been able to manage her spending it was almost too late; most of it was already gone. And now she's living in a one room apartment, eating cheap take-outs every night. Well, technically it's one and a half rooms because it has and add-on bathroom but it's so small it makes a cardboard box seem luxurious.
The interview itself hadn't gone that great anyway but it seemed like she was the only one who actually signed up for the job so she couldn't really have not got it. She'd made sure that her place of work was on the other side of town from the school. In the dodgy area; same place as she lived. Actually, it was only down the road from here flat. The reason for it being away from all her classmate's and they're seemingly perfect lives though was because if anyone ever saw her working in a place like starbucks for the minimum wage, it wouldn't be long before everyone knew and her reputation would go down like a 10 tonne stone in water. Annoyance spread through her as she thought about it all. How had she ended up in this state? What had she done that was so bad? She wasn't that bad a person, was she? Quickly, she brushed those thoughts away before she punched something. Seraphina burst through the double front doors of Cornelius Academy panting as she bent over to take take a few deep breaths and smiled to herself, thankful that she had finally made it. She went over to her locker, still a little out of breath from the half-mile run from the other end of town. Well, at least she was keeping fit.
It was wierd being in school when everything was quiet. It felt like the whole place was sleeping when in actual fact everyone was just in lessons; the exact place where she should be right now but unfortunately wasn't. Well, it was no use walking into a lesson half-way through because it would just disrupt the lesson and she would get in trouble. Being shouted at right now was really not what she needed right now. So instead she decided to go to the school toilets to freshen up her make-up. For now she had 20 minutes to kill before the next lesson but the more time she had, the better. She had been sweating a bit and her hair was probably frazzled too and she couldn't show herself looking like that because after all, she was queen of the school... until her secret was out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 10:04 pm
 « ℋ ᴀ ʀ u ᴋ ι ℋ ι ᴛ ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ι »
❝kɨττɣ❞
This stories missing a wishing well, No mirror to show and tell.
No kiss that can break the spell, I'm falling asleep.
Every prince is a fantasy, the witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memories.
We kill the lights, and put on a show.
It's all a lie, but you'd never know.
The star will shine, and then it will fall.
And you will forget it all... ╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣_____ღ_____╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣
Haruki looked back over at Alex for a moment, seeing as how it appeared he was a tad shy over everyone enjoying his comment. It looked like he didnt get to much attention, which wasnt surprising then again. As for Haruki, he loved attention, from certain people and for certain things though. He didnt know much about the male next to him, only the fact that he was a genius that could remember anything with ease and what he gathered through observation and what not. He wasnt a mind reader or anything, he just had good people skills he supposed. Once the class was atleast somewhat quiet once again, he looked down towards his note pad before resting his elbow lazily against the table infront of him and propped his chin on his hand triredly. He had woken up late but that didnt mean he didnt go to bed rather early either. Zeki wasnt the only player at this school. Sighing softly, Haruki began to think about what others proabably think about him. Well, he went down the list first; A trouble maker, lazy, good for nothing, Overly confident, Conceited, slut, Cheater, Trickster, Smoker, Not a good friend. All this did nothing but bring a small smirk upon his lips though. He liked people believing stuff like that, and half of that all was probably true but atleast he was intelligent with it and new what he was doing in the process. Most people like him would do all it for the title, not knowing the conciquenses for it, then acting like they didnt care so they appeared 'cool'.
Letting another soft sigh escape his lips in boredom, Haruki glanced back at Alex when he spoke. Tilting his head slightly in curiosity, he simply shrugged off the comment and just because he had mentioned it, since he assumed he disliked smoking, took out a cigarette and lit it up in the class room. The teacher didnt exactl notice, he always sat at his desk in the front and went through the internet anyways. Art wasnt looked upon as important as the other academic classes. Placing the cig in his mouth, he inhailed the sweet smoke deeply before blowwing the white smoke out infront of him. He didnt worry about the life span thing anyways, he didnt have a reason to worry. He didnt age or get the same health effects from products like normal humans got, he was different anyways. Chucklin softly, Haruki grew bored once again and took the cig from his mouth and pressed the lit side against the desk till it went out and tossed he bud aside. He could tell that Alex greatly disliked smoking, and was wondering if he was getting irritated, but didnt mind much. He thought it would be fun to have another little one to tease with.
It wasnt like he was one of those cruel bullies, he didnt tease people on their faults or features that others found odd to them. He teased them with comments and showers of affection, or even over attention. It was satisying for both him and sometimes even the person he was teasing. It was just fun seeing their reaction actually. He loved testing people and seeing what each one would do, no matter what it was. When he finally let the thought leave his mind, Haruki glanced back at Alex to see him flustering just a tad bit when he realized he pronounced his name wrong, trying to hide it. With all honesty he found his shy, embarassed, and nervous personality to be rather cute. Chuckling softly as he stuttered over the comment, he continued to watch him with curiosity. When he then asked why people called him Kitty, he thought for a moment, trying to think of something witty and sly rather quick before he simply shrugged at the question and leaned back on his chair. "It's just a nick name I was given a wile back, No real interesting stry to it..." He said as another little cocky smirk came across his lips as he glanced over at him with his seductive eyes. "Then again, some people say Im part cat~ I'll just let you decide.~" He teased as he made a small cat noise with a wink over at him. As class went on, it seemed like time flied like a rocket as they talked. Minuted passed before a loud rather annoying bell rang through out the school, indicating it was time for next class.
Sighing softly, Haruki placed his sketch paf back into his bag before lazily slinging it over his sholder and walked towards the door. Leaning in towards Alex's ear as he walked past him with a soft whisper. "Talk to you later sweets~" He commented with another wink and a charming smile before exiting the class.
As he walked silently to his locker, he thought about it for a moment, thinking it would be best not to mess to bad with the poor boy. Something didnt seem all to right when he was around him/ He had no idea what it was, he just didnt feel like everything was being told, like he was hiding something. Shrugging off the thought tiredly, Haruki approached his locker and twisted the lock till it opened. He blinked curiously as the first thing he noticed being a small note placed in the center of it. Looking around the hall suspiciously for any unusual eyes watching him, the tall male picked up the note and opened it. He looked over it first, seeing it was quite long. Most notes werent this long, it was more like a letter. As he read through it, his eyes seemed to slightly widen just a tad by the time he was half way done reading the letter. A scoul appeared across his face as he finished before shoving the note back into his locker and slamming it shut, kicking the locker below his repeatedly in anger and frustration. He was beyong pissed. How the ******** did they find out!? The noise and fit he made created quite a bit of attention to him as he found many eyes staring at him with a rather frightful expression. Growling in anger, he hared sharp teeth before storming off towards his next class. 'Who the hell does that person think he or she is!? What the ******** does he want?! Once I figure out who the hell it is I will take him or her and drain every ounce of their pride then life!!' He told himself silently in his mind, insisting he would make the person who was blackmailing him pay with their life. Then again, he had no choice. Once he found out who it was, he literally would 'have' to do something or risk his own life being on line. He knew the conciquenses of being found out very well, he knew his all life but didnt worry much. But now... Oooh now he was pissed. Someone was threatening him and he wouldnt stand for it. Then again... Till he could figure out who it was, to save his skin... He groweled to himself at the thought, hating himself for it... He'll have to do as he was told...
Curse words and mumbled threats escaped his lips as Haruki entered his next class at the bottom of his happy chart. Frustriated beyond repair, he took his seat still grumbling to himself, and the class subject didnt help his mood either. Blah.. History... He hated history out of anything. Oh well, he would rather go through history than have to do as this blackmailer told him... His main question was what he was going to want him to do?... The thought never leaving him all day.
╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣_____ღ_____╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣ After Midnight we're all the same,
No glass shoe to bring us fame.
Nobody to take the blame,
We're falling apart.
Every Story's a waiting game,
A flower for every name.
The colors are paling in the falling rain. {{OutOfCandy:}}
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:03 pm
  Ares was pulled out of the little world in his head, aka his thoughts, when he heard a loud, very annoying bell go off. He hated that sound. Yes, it meant that the day was moving along and soon Ares would be able to get away from the bullying at school, at least. But it was still an irritating noise. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as the school fire alarm bell though. Not only was it annoying, but it would scare the life out of you also. Well, at least it did for Ares. It was probably his fault though for zoning out a lot. Crap, he was doing it again. He noticed that his classmates were starting to get up to head out of class and he did the same. He gathered his Chemistry book into his slender, covered arms and headed out of the classroom. He was heading down the hallway, just glancing at his peers that attended Cornelia when he noticed something odd. A few of his classmates where acting different than normal. His magenta orbs glanced a bit lower and noticed that all of them seemed to have a small, white enevelope in their hands. What the notes said were unknown to him, but he figured it must be something big if they were having reactions like that.
There was Jackie, the new male that Ares knew very little about since...well he was new~ The male seemed to be panicking a bit by what the note said and then angered as he cumbled the note and pushed it into the back of his locker. Ares found that strange and almost wanted to ask what was wrong, but had a feeling that the other wouldn't want to talk about it. He continued to walk and noticed another person with that same little white note. Damean didn't seemed fazed one bit by the whatever was written on the paper. Ares didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. Either Damean wasn't fazed by things easily or the note really wasn't that bad. He walked a little further and this time was at his locker when he saw the next reaction of a peer. This one was hard to ignore though as Haruki had kicked his locker and slammed it shut after reading the note. That made his stomach dropped a little bit and Ares got a bad feeling. What was up with these notes? It was a little odd that Ares had noticed all these small reactions, but that was usual of him. He noticed the small things. He opened his locker and felt that bad feeling in his stomach kick up a notch.
Sitting in his locker, just tanting him, was a 'perfect' little white envelope even though Ares had a feeling that whatever was inside was bad. He picked up the white note in between his pale, slender fingers and put his Chemistry book inside his locker insider. He looked at the note, not sure what to do. Open it and probably freak out...or to ignore it and let the curiousity kill him all day. He decided to torture himself a little bit and wait with the opening of the note. Either tell he was alone or tell he had a somewhat idea of what the note contained. He picked out his History book from his locker next and closed the metal door. He headed to his next class, feeling a panick-y feeling in his stomach. He tried to shake the feeling though and tried to keep up his optomistic personality that he almost always had. He walked into History class and sat down in a seat. He took a seat near the back this time and slipped into a desk. He played with the flap of the white envelope in his hands as he waited for class to began. He slipped the envelope into his the front of his History book, trying not to think about that right now. His soft pink lips played with his snake bite piercings as he tried to focus on something else. He noticed that Haruki was sitting and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as the other was grumbling to himself over the letter still. He knew he shouldn't have laugh though, but instead of apologizing just hoped that the other hadn't heard. "Um...Haruki, right? Are the notes really that bad?" he asked softly. He had never talked to the other before, but he was really curious as to what the note contained before he opened it and found out.  "Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead." 
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:33 am
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
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Ｓeraphina Ｂelladonna
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Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene
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Her feet were sore and aching so she slipped off her shoes and wiggled her toes. For any of those who planned on doing it in the future, a word of advice: don't run in 5-inch heel stilettos. Blisters were starting to show where her Versace heels had been rubbing against her feet so she opened her small D&G bag to fish out some mini plasters and gently stuck them on her feet. 'Always come prepared' was one of her silly little sayings that helped her keep organised and focused at times of distress, even if the distress was nothing but a simple headache. "There, that's better" she said to herself with a small, contempt smile as she slid her feet back into her shoes. She washed her hands afterwards because yet another of her saying was 'Cleanliness is next to godliness' and just to prove it, she had a small bottle of anti-bacterial hand wash in her bag as well as more plasters, lots of make-up, sunglasses, her blackberry, three different types of nail polish and a pack of cigarettes. Somewhere along the line of life she'd picked up the bad habit of smoking and now she couldn't shake it off. But, as much as she hated it, she did have to admit that when she was getting particularly stressed, a secret ciggie out back did calm her down. Of course she wasn't proud of it but what's done is done and there's nothing she can do about it now unless she decided to quit for good but she knew if she did that, she wouldn't be able to take the stress. So she just has to keep telling herself that the damage is done and she wouldn't be able to quit even if she tried. Perhaps one day when she finally gets back the life of luxury she thinks she deserves there will be no need to take away the stress because there won't be any to begin with. But until that day comes, the fact still remains that Seraphina couldn't go even one day without here daily dose of nicotine to keep her boosted up. Come to think of it this was probably one of the main contributors to the bunch of things burning a hole in her pocket. Truth be told, it's more likely that she'd be homeless with a pack of fags rather than living with a roof over her head but no cigarettes in sight. Her addiction really is pathetic, to say the least.
Staring out at her from the mirror of the girls restroom along the main corridor of Cornelius Academy was a girl full of boxed up feelings and emotions. Secrets untouched, burning with the desire to break free. These intense thoughts were swimming through Seraphina's head just as the bell for next lesson sounded and shook her out of daydream... or was it a daynightmare? She quickly packed away her spare plasters and make-up into her little bag before making her way out into the once silent, empty corridors that were now bustling with activity and movement. Students rushed around as they tried to get to there classes before they were too late. According to Seraphina's schedule that she had imprinted into her mind on her first day here, she had history. She huffed because, although it was relatively easy it was just so boring. And she wasn't the only person who agreed with this comment. Many a time had she seen people actually fall asleep in this lesson. The only reason she kept herself from falling asleep was the fear of the possibility that she might accidentally start snoring and then not only would the teacher realize she was napping and shout at her but she'd be laughed at for weeks! Embarrassment was something Seraphina highly hated and feared. Once in elementary school she had farted whilst in the playground and everyone had started laughing, even the teachers. She had been so embarrassed that she went as red as a tomato and finally passed out. Also very pathetic. Anyhow, embarrassment was something she preferred to avoid at all costs. Her mind flashed back to the fateful day that she still remembered as clear as if it were yesterday and unconsciously shivered as she was standing there in the bustling corridor. Then someone of whom she didn't know budged into her, immediately knocking her out of her daze and bringing her back to reality. She blinked a few times before finally getting her bearings and doing as everyone else was. Her heels clicked on the floor, echoing through her head as she strode over to her locker. She turned the lock and banged it once with her fist causing the locker door to spring open to reveal a pile of school books and some other junk. She sifted through the pile and found her history books and notes lying at the very bottom of the pile. She sighed thinking to herself if her luck was ever going to change around. Now with her arms full of stuff she weaved her way in and out of the masses of people finally making in through the treacherous throb of people with only a few scratches. She opened the door to the classroom to find it only half full. Going slightly nearer the back than usual so that if she were to accidentally yawned hopefully she'd be less hard to spot. Tiny things like that made very decision of her life.
She slumped down in her chosen seat and opened her notebook, trying to stuff a few of the many loose papers into the back. Now was not the time to be organised. She'd missed the last history lesson and had to catch up somehow. She contemplated asking someone for a few tips from the last lesson but then decided against. She would just have to struggle through it on her own. Everyone around her looked either quite bust or was in the middle of a conversation. Never mind, it wasn't like she was stupid or anything and after all, history was fairly easy for her. That problem wasn't the main one tugging at her mind. The thing she had been thinking about nearly all day was something she considered much more serious that lack of a few history notes. The thing on her mind was the rumor she had overheard yesterday. Apparently the box of secrets had been stolen and even more unfortunately, Seraphina's secret was in there. The one about her being totally broke and living in a dingy, dirty one-room flat. Why had she been so stupid as to put it in there? When she had done, it was almost as if she had known no good would come of it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 10:44 am
 "Life is an illusion. The more you play with it, the bigger the trap gets."Alexander Illusion Bonvinchi
Alexander let out just a small sigh, nothing to cause attention from anyone else. The last thing he wanted was to be noticed once again. He wasn't known as being an attention hogger, no, that was Zeki or Haruki. Him? Well, he kept to himself. He shifted a bit in his seat, to make himself more comfortable, and brought his hand to open up the sketch pad. Nothing was writting nor drawn. He, like stated before, hated the class with a strong passion. This is what got him annoyed, so he closed it again, and just threw into his backpack like it was nothing. He had no use for it in this class, so he didn't want it out. He didn't know much about Haruki, I mean, it wasn't like he was some stalker. He just happend to hear and remember things with so much ease, it seemed like he would research them. Still, all the things that was heard about Haruki, he just found it attractive in some way. He wasn't sure why, but things like that allured him, of course, he wouldn't DARE to admit such a vulgur thing to anyone, let alone himself. He looked at Haruki when he had titled his head at him, and he just shrugged himself at him. He was just stating a small fact about it. He frowned when he saw the cigerett in the males hand and shook his head. How he hated the smell more than anything. Which was odd for him, considering his situatuion.
He placed a hand over his mouth and nose, and tapped his free hand onto the desk. Oh, how annoying. He shook his head and his eyes narrowed at the male beside him. Damn it, that smell was just plain out annoying! Obviously, now he was just doing it because the Alexander hated the smell, and that annoyed him ever more. Really, he had half the mind to yell, but kept quiet either way. It wasn't long before the cig was out anyways. He removed his hand, and waved it in the air, trying to get the lingering smell away from him and the table. He wasn't at all surpised that the teacher hadn't noticed a thing. Hell, there could be kids doing so much more, and the teacher may not notice even then! He sighed greatfully when the smell was finally gone, but lingered just slightly on the male beside him. Of course, this guy always smelt like such, so he was quite used to it either way. He soon realized that his finger was still tapping, and maybe it was because of those damned ticked he got when he needed something...He stopped, and removed his hand from the table, placing it onto his lap gently.
He soon looked back at the front, but his annoyance was still there. All he wanted to do was warn him, but all Haruki wanted to do was tease him. If Alexander hated anything, it was teasing and people pushing his buttons on purpose. Of course, he would never speak his mind, so he didn't explode all to much. It was his fault after all. He only seemed to fluster more when he heard Haurki chuckle at him, and he frowned just a bit. Why was he doing that? Alex didn't know, and he wasn't about to find out either. He turned a bit to him when he had began to speak and nodded just a bit, "Oh I figured it had some meaning to it." he stated softly. He felt his face heat up just a bit at the noise and comment and he quickly turned his head. Wow, that was unexpected. 'Expect the unexpected..' he wanted himself sternly in his mind. Of course, he always told himself that anyways. But still, the sudectiveness that this male held was beyound over whelming for Alex. He wasn't used to talking to someone whow as so flirtasous and charming. And to top it all off, he just had to wink at him. He let out a breathey sigh, and looked down at the bare desk beneath him. Alex soon turned his attention to the clock and hummed lightly. "Oh...that was quick..." he said mostly to himself. He stayed sitting for just abit, gathering his homework and anthing else.
His eyes where averted from his belongs, to the male that got up and began to walk away, of course not with out a comment. "B-bye..." Alex simply mummbled, cursing under his breathe at how stupid he sounded. He was soon blushing and with annoyance, he stood up and made his exit, not bothering to look up and see where he was going. He knew anyways, so there was no point in looking up. As soon as he was out the door, he was at his locker. He hand reached up to do the combonation, and he slung it open. He was suprised when he saw the peice of paper fly out at him. He sigh and figured it was just someone asking for help for after school or something. He bent down and picked up the white object. Once it was in his hands, he flipped it over to see his name on it. His brow raised in question, but he shrugged it off and stood back up. He slowly opened the white object and scanned it slowly. He only took a few glimps's of the words, but he knew this was not what he thought it was. He looked around cautiously, and turned to his open locker to read it more carefully. His eyes widened more then they should, and he looked around once again. "What the hell?!" he couldn't help but let out. Alexander was mad, no, he was terrfied. Someone was willing to let his secret go for what? Their own pleasure?! Their amusment!? He cursed some more under his breathe, and slammed his locker shut with a loud BANG which echoed around.
Some people stopped, and stared at him, but he was to caught up in his own little world of worry and fright, that he just breezed by them. He was NOT going to be known as a pothead! And like hell he would let people know about what happend to his parents. That hurt him more then it should. Who had the guts to say that it was his fault to what happend to his parents? No one! They didn't know what happend, and he would kill who ever decided to snoop around in his life! He never did anything wrong, well, he thought he never did anything wrong. He did have a terrible temper, but he tried as hard as he could to keep it in check. Plus, it was never his fault. People just knew how to push his buttons. He sighed softly, and his eyes went back to the note. "Alright, Alex, just calm down." he told himself, folding the note up even more and placed it in his back pocket. 'The odds of them doing anything is slim, as long as I do what they say. I should be fine!' he sighed lowly, and looked down. What he would do to get out of the situation. What he would do just to take back ever putting his secret in the damned box! He ran both of his hands threw his hair in worry, and walked into his next class. His stress level was beyound what it should be, and he was afraid he was going to explode any minute! He took a seat in the far back, and his eyes stayed glued to the table. He truely was scared. He never felt like this before, well, when he was a young child he did. When he lost his parents, was the only time he felt like this, but now this ugly feeling was back. Gnawing on him, almost getting ready to chew him and spit him out like some old toy. He took another sigh in and ran his hand once again threw his hair. What kind of things was he going to have to do? Would it stay on his record? He knew this would. Rehab...that was something he was NOT going to do. "The just listen to them..." he told himself softly, a frown crossing his features.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:46 pm
❚❚❚❚Damean Wyatt Haiten❚❚❚❚ Loud noises and bangings had rung through the entire hallway that it stopped Damean in his tracks and forced him to turn around to see what had made such a loud commotion. His face did not show it but he was surprised to see Haruki the way he did on some poor defenseless locker. Damean didn't blame whoever wanted to make this guy piss off, it was quite cute, but his anger didn't seem to compare to the Alex's. Now that was a real surprise, Alex wasn't usually one to express any real emotions but to express anger so throughly was a job well done but then this all led to a question, 'What caused them to be so angry?' They all had gotten angry around the times they opened thier lockers but...no, well yes it could be what Damean had begun to think. To believe these people were being blackmailed much like himself but that was only a guess and there was no real evidence to back up his theory. Actually, Damean didn't know how many people had inserted thier secrets inside the Box of Secrets. For all he knew Damean could of been the only one to put his secret inside or not, if Alex and Haruki were being blackmailed were they the only ones or were there more people being blackmailed. There was no answer and if he wanted to know he could ask but what reason would they have of telling him if they were being blackmailed because someone knew their secret? The chances of them spilling thier guts were slim and due to Haruki and Alex's temper they probably didn't want anyone to know thier secret that is if thats what they were being blackmailed with. There were so many reasons why they would get angry and one could be the letter or not but there was no use standing in the hallway and thinking about his when class was about to start.
Damean turned on his heel and went to his English class, much like before he went to the window seat. Like everyday it was a strict teacher and student relationship while school for if she was found out about her relationship with a student she would definetly get fired and Damean would obviously get in trouble but that is till he turned eighteen, the magic number that would him into an adult and make the 'relationship' between the teachers consensual. His birthday wasn't far off but it wasn't near either, this play was all up to the mysterious person. The mysterious person obviously did some diggining about him but without information on the mysterious person Damean couldn't do any digging on him, the handwritting wasn't really any place to start since the person could forge someone's signature and it was difficult to tell if it was male or femal so the writing was completly useless. He would simply have to wait for the next mail to arrive and get a closer view at this person, whoever they may be.
Much like in art class, Damean took out his sketch book and drew people's faces and thier expressions which was now key to discovering if there were anymore canidates who were being blackmailed from this person. But all this mystery just frustrated Damean even more but it was also very exciting since he didn't know what he was going up against. Strange at the mix of feelings but his letter was just the opening act and the next couple would be the show of all this, but if this person was promising to keep thier secret a secret would that mean that his letters wouldn't include in forcing them to reveal thier secret to the school? If they did that then thier game would simply end and Damean doughted thats what the culprit wanted. The culprit had them by the throat and they could squeeze as much as they felt like it but the victims had a choice of giving the culprit what he wanted or to keep the game going. For Damean, he wanted to keep the game going so he could undisguise the mysterious person for himself. Yet this scheme, was a wonderful piece of work, well thought out and planned, Damean had to give him some credit but they weren't the only creative person here in this school.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:49 pm
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As Haruki sat in his seat in History class, he fidled with his pencil with ever so much anxiousness as he thought curiously, looking rather stressed and angered, as if he was ready to blow a top. He couldnt have helped but just now noticed how as he walked down the halls, he saw many other students with similar white notes and have somewhat the same reactions. Those of fear or anger, or even panic. He hadnt tooken much interest in it before because... well, he supposed he was to worked up over the thing happeneing to himself at the times. Sighing harshly as he ran his hand over his face and through his silky blonde, almost white locks, He took the free time to silently and calmly look through the room for any suspicious eyes. His small Emerald jewels Scanning the room and every classmate throroughly. 'Little cheeky c**t...' He commented towards the person, whom ever sent the notes, practically talking to himself more then anything. 'Who the hell is it?...' He thought silently to himself. The mere thought of that ******** watching everyone freak beneath his feet as he looked upon them with a cocky grin and Mischievous laugh causing him to grit his teeth, his blood temperture going up rapidly.
He was just so pissed! All the strong anger causing a strong scent to emit from his body. It was sweet, like sugar or candy almost. This all causing students around him to pay dirrection strait to him with interest and godsmacked expressions. Ones that of a school girl would get when her amazing crush walked by in the hall. It was his pharomones being given off, all thanks to his Incubus side, it was like an attractant, used to bring in prey. It was a sweet delicious scent that made every living human, male and female be utterly attracted to him. He rarely used this trick on school grounds but his anger was causing it to be realeased. Once he finally realized all the students around him goggling him with flirtatious expressions and love struck faces, Haruki worked on calming himself. Taking a few deep breathes, he managed to lower his high blood temp and focus on one thing at a time.
He managed to keep as calm as he could be in this stressful situation before Haruki heard a small snicker of some sort from behind him, followed by talking he assumed was dirrected to him, hearing his name after all. Glance at the seat behind him, he noticed the small, magenta colored eye boy sitting silently. He didn't seem to upset at the time, but he was wondering why he had asked. By the looks of how he was acking, perhaps he didn't get a note, or there was a possibility he didn't put a secret into the box in the first place. Then again, how would he know about the notes and ask how bad they were? Why would he care if he didn't get one. Either way, Haruki by habit simply played off the calm, collective act as he turned his chair around carelessly to face the male behind him as he rested his elbow on Ares desk and propped his chin on his hand, looking over at him. "The notes? Why, they are just peachy~ I love mine!~" He said with the utter most Sarcasm escaping in his voice as he spoke with a small calm smirk over at the other. "Ares is it? Yeah I have a few classes with you~ It hard to miss the Pink hair and eyes, it sticks out quite a bit." He commented in a rather friendly tone. It was quite surprising seeing Haruki act so nice, expecially in the situation he was in, but actually staring conversation with someone seemed to be easing him a tad from the stress. Blinking tiredly as he gazed out the window to the right of him, Haruki let a small sigh escape his pale lips before glancing back at the other curiously. "You didn't happen to get one did you? Or have a clue as to who's been sending them?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
With that, An idea crossed his mind, causing a wide grin to come over his smooth lips. He didnt have to worry or stress over this, it was nothing in his book. It would probably be horrible for others, but in his case he had the fact of biology on his side. Pssh, who would really believe that he wasnt human? The mere thought to others was just stupid, and he highly doubted the Government would take their precious time into looking into a simple school boy whom someone assumed to be unhuman. What ever, it wasnt like they were that stupid, they would proabably look at the person who sent in the report of the 'nonhuman' and call his a stupid, nonsense kid for trying to create trouble. A small snicker escaped Haruki's lips at the thought. This allso didn't mean he was just going to forget about the mysterious blackmailer. He would simply use his wit, Abilities and Intelligence to figure it out, no matter how many people he had to wessle, trick and seduce to get the information he wants. There just has to be someone who knows something and he was determined to find out who and what.
Once hid utter and complete calm had been restored, Haruki looked back down at the maenta colored boy before him, finally letting his eyes scan over his slowly. He had to admitt, he was quite cute, and the large clothing he wore to cover his skin so much made his look just so much more innocent. It was overly adorable. Giving off a friendly smile his free hands reached over, tugging the others sleeve playfully in boredom. He wanted to ask why he wore so much unrevealing clothing but didnt find it a matter, and didnt feel like getting into others buisness that day so simply skipped the thought. "Oh well, it will all pass and everything will go back to normal..." He said as he lazily played with the end of the others sleeve and yawned softly. What a boring class, he hated history anyways so he wasnt going to bother pay attention anyways. He normally sat around anyways. Thinking as the lip of his long snake like tongue curled back and messed with the small tongue stud in the middle of it wile playing with Ares sleeve, spacing out into his own little world once again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:50 pm
Ares has always had the ability to be calm, even in the most stressful situations...well most of the time. It came from years of abuse. He realized that crying, getting upset, etc. wasn't going to make anything better. So he taught himself to try to keep a calm aura to himself even if he was internally freaking out..like right now. He knew that that little white envelope was sitting under the cover of his history book, just taunting him. It was waiting for him to read it and explode, just like the note would say. He didn't know what the note contained yet, but it was obvious that it wasn't good. And people always liked to hold off the bad news till last minute, right?
The one good thing about Ares being able to keep a calm, optomisstic attitude is that it generally was 'contagious'. He knew that it helped others calm down, which made him happy. He knew that if he got mad at someone, they would just be likely to do the same back. Which was why it was a very rare thing to see Ares yell or get mad. Sure he got irritated and showed that, but so far he kept everything in and didn't let all the frustration and hurt out. Probably not a good thing, but he didn't know that. He was still playing with the black snake bit piercings below his bottom lip when he heard a response from the male sitting in front of him. His magenta orbs focused on Haruki's as he watched the other spin around in his seat and propped his head up by his elbow. He let out another soft laugh at the other's obvious sarcasm even if his words brought a nervous feeling to Ares' stomach. So the notes definently were not good then. "I bet you do~ Kicking a locker and grumbling to yourself are generally signs of happiness, right?" he mused, his own sarcasm in his sweet voice. He liked joking around, it made him happy and made him forget some of the bad things that happened in his life. He nodded his head and bit his lip when the other pointed out his unique features. Yep, he was expecting that and it was evident on his face that Ares had a problem with comments on his looks and compliments, but he didn't voice it. "Yeah, I'm surprised you remembered that since you're usually skipping those classes~ Yeah I know they do. Can't do anything about genetics though. Your hair is so blonde it's almost white so you must know something about 'sticking out'" he replied and smiled since the other was being friendly. It didn't happen too often for Ares and plus he swore that he heard rumors that Haruki wasn't generally this nice...but I guess those were just rumors.
He heard Haruki's next comment and his heart beat picked up a bit. Now the stupid small note was back on his mind~ His gaze fell on his book and he said softly, "Yeah I did get one. I haven't opened it yet though. Seeing people's reactions to them makes me not want to...I have no clue though to who's been sending them. Then again it's hard to know who the writer is when I haven't read my note~" He let out a soft sigh and started to zone out again. Like usual~ His magenta orbs glanced around the room as he went and got lost in his thoughts. He was pulled away from those thoughts for a little bit though when he heard the other snicker. He glanced at the other and saw a huge grin on Haruki's face. He raised an eyebrow and wondered what the other was thinking about, but didn't ask. He wasn't one to pry into other's lives since he didn't want them to do that back to him. Whatever was on Haruki's mind seemed to make him a lot calmer though and Ares was about to comment on that when he felt the other's eyes scan over him. Just like Zeki, Ares knew what the other was doing and instantly his gaze fell onto his pencil which he decided was 'very interesting at the moment'. He felt his cheeks softly heat up to a nice pink and just kept quite until the other was done forming his thoughts on his appearance.
His attention was pulled once again though as he felt his loose sleeve being tugged on. Haruki might've just been doing it playfully out of boredom, but it caused panick in Ares. "перестань!" he said in a harsh soft whisper as the panic was clear in his eyes. His hand had pulled away a bit too, but now he was calming down and realized he had shown anger, even if it was a tiny bit. "Sorry..you freaked me out a bit there~" he said with that Russian accent and laughed softly as he tried to play it off. His cheeks were now red and embarrassed since he didn't know how to explain to Haruki why he had freaked out. He had panicked though because he was scared that Haruki was going to try to move the sleeve and then he would see the brillant scars and bruises on his creamy skin. Plus it was a natural reaction of a person who got abused. He let the other play with his sleeve now that he was calmed down and seemed to be able to tell what the other was thinking. "Don't even ask it, Haruki. You won't get an answer~" he replied to Haruki thinking about why he wore unrevealing clothes all the time. He let out a soft sigh and said, "I hope so...even though I still don't know what it is~ Give me a hint please to what the notes say before I dare even look at mine." He really wanted a warning. He smiled softly and thought he saw a tongue piercing on Haruki, but wasn't sure since it was just a quick flash of metal. "Do you have your tongue pierced?" he decided to just ask. "Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 2:45 pm
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Haruki surprisinely liked the friendly company, like he had with Alex. He was so often surpressed from actual human interestion that he secret craved it, even he didnt know it himself. He also like how calm the other was, it brought so much ease to his tence and worried mind seeing others so collective around him. Almost everyone in the class had seemed normal other than him, making him feel as though not to many people had gotten a note. Perhaps only ten or so. Perhaps more, perhaps less. He didnt know for sure and he wasnt just about to think of it as a fact. He never went on what he knew at first sight. He only thought of something for sure once he knew it for fact. Same with underesimating and personalties. It was quite surprising what you will find when you get to know someone you never met before. He learned that personally throughout his life, not to mention his own situation. No one would have ever guess his real life, and who would? The thought begin to cross Haruki's mind as he thought about what the note said. It was quite true, and he knew it since he was a young boy. It was somewhat depressing to most people but he learned to live with the fact he could never really be with anyone. No one would want to be with him once they found out what he really was.
After spacing out after a wile, Haruki finally shook himself from his thoughts and came back to reality, looking back over at the boy before him, when he replied. His comment causing an actually chuckle to come from him, it wasnt half assed like usual either, it was a real laugh. Which was even surprising to him. "Completely.." He stated softly, watching the other silently before he began to speak again. Shrugging over his comment with a small, soft smirk followed by a small yawn. It was true, you can't fight genetics and inherited traits like appearance, besides, it was true, he was use to sticking out quite a bit. "Yeah well, atleast you look good, I honesty find your hair and eyes amazing unlike those people who simply tease you about it or complain about how they wish they had it. They should feel grateful for their own unique looks. You are just a tad more different than others, like me~" He cooed gleefully as if it was a good thing. Letting his calm, steady smirk return to his face. What was wrong with being different, it was what made a person special and them selves. Lord knows how 'Special' Haruki was.
Gazing at Ares in utter interest and curiosity as he began to reply to the note concept, the thought came back into his mind. Who the hell sent the notes... The thought was burning a whole through the ack of his head, he was so damn curious. Didnt curiosity kill the cat? Either way, he had five our of nine lives left so it didnt matter to him. Silently snickering his own little joke in his mind, he let his mind think about what Ares said. So he did get one? What a kid, being able to withstand the harsh curiosity that was probably coursing through his viens. He wouldnt be able to withstand it, obviously seeing as how he already read his. The thought of Ares actually getting one of the notes actually angered Haruki even further. Why what that ******** even messing with the innocent? He could understand him trying to bring upon pain to the tough ones like himself or Zeki or some of the other jocks who deserve it but why Ares? Did other innocents get the notes as well, like Alex? The thought made his blood temperture rise once again, but before it got out of hand he managed to calm himself once again, sighing the anger out.
After he finally let the small thought escape from his mind, Haruki began looking over Ares like before. Once he was done, letting his emerald orbs come back to his face, seeing it rather flustered in a pink hue. How adorable, he was blushing, the sight only making a small, intrigued smile come across his lips as he let his fingers play with his sleeve. Shortly after doing this, he blinked in surprise, hearing and seeing Ares reply in such a panic. he must not liked to be touched when he heard him order him to stop in his native langue of russian. He did have a rather strong russian accent but he could understand him perfectly fine after all. When he calmed down, a charming, at ease smile came across Haruki's lips as he calmed as well, resting his chin back on his hand and continued playing with his sleeve. "Не волнуйтесь, я не собираюсь причинять тебе боль или что-нибудь" He said in complete russian, every vowel and sound said perfectly. Being his race, he was naturally given intelligence normal humans would have to learn throughout time. He actually knew almost every langue fluently, but was originally from England, causing him to have a soft british accent. Though he rarely lets it show, it comes out at times, revealing where he was from.
His attention was back on his thoughts as they both seemed to calm down once again. He knew it wasnt best to ask the other personal things out of respect, and didnt expect anything on return if he did which was why he wasnt much surprised over Ares sudden comment, simply nodding with a small, smug smirk in reply. Though.. When he was asked about the notes, Haruki glanced back up at Ares from playing with the hem of his sleeve, thinking silently to himself on how to respond. He wanted a warning ehh? well, that was quite simple, the best way he could put it was like this. "Throw the note away and don't bother reading it~ It's just unimportant and troublesome. That is your hint." He stated softly before flashing aother friendly smilee over at him before blinking in curiosity when he was again questioned, only this time about his tongue piercing. Most people dont recognize it unless they actually looked closely at his features, which was why he was rather pleased he was asked about it. "Yes, Had it since I was thirteen~" He cooed softly before sticking his slender, snake like tongue out, revealing he round, silver tongue stud in the middle of it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 12:55 pm
 "Life is an illusion. The more you play with it, the bigger the trap gets."❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦╬══════════════╬Alexander Illusion Bonvinchi╬══════════════╬   Alexander's head had began to ach in only a few mere seconds that the class had begun. The teacher was babbling about something that he already knew, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Soon, the teacher stopped, and announced that the class could finish up any homework or start on theirs for this class if they wished. English was what he was in, and he really had no use for it. It was just one of those necissary classes was all. Still, he did rather enjoy it~ He looked around and about when the class began to do what they wanted, or needed to do. He, instead, pulled out the note once again, and exaimned the hand writting. "Seriously, who's cruel enough to do this...?" he murmured to himself. He was soon distratced by a book that was slammed onto the paper, and he looked up to see a girls smiling at him. He just stayed quiet and waited for her to speak first. "Alexander, right?" she asked happily. Alexander nodded to her question, and he reached under the book to retrieve the note. He was soon folding the peice of paper to the smaller size had had placed it before, and looked back up at the girl. "Knew it! Hey, do you mind if I interveiw you? I have to do a project for extra credit about people who inspire me." she stated happily. Alexander stared with mild intrest and shrugged with an emotionless face, "I suppose." he murmured quietly, hopping to get this women away and far from him as soon as possible. The girl was soon pulling up a chair and sitting in front of him. "Alright! So, whats your middle name?" what a pointles question. Alexander sighed softly and looked down, "Illusion. Alexander Illusion Bonvinchi." he stated with slight annoyance added to it. She simply nodded and began to write. "So, what do your parents do?" a smile crossed her features, and Alexander seemed to freeze in time.
His parents? He never knew what they did, to be honost. Alexander shrugged, his eyes glued to the table below him as she began to speak once again. "So, do you have a good relationship with your parents?" she asked. Alexander stood up and looked at her with pure hate, "Leave. Me. Alone." he said harshly. She rose an eyebrow in question and stood up as well. "Why? Something happen?" he bit his lower lip hard enough to keep quiet. He shook his head quickly, and picked his bag up, walking to the teacher in a rush, "Excuse me..." was all he said before heading out. He fist clenched and unclenched, and he was on the verge of yelling. He hated people. He hated himself! He knew it was his fault. The note even said it was too. The point in hiding it was stupid. 'You killed them Alexander! It's all your fault!' that stupid little voice told him. He shook his head slightly and took a deep sigh. Passing by all the class rooms, pushing past all the students. His head hurt, and he was aching for some drugs.... He took a deep breathe and made his way to the restroom. Sure, it was the school restroom, but he locked it either way. Seeing as classes were going on, no one was in there besides him. Thats what he needed, though. To be alone and away from everyone. Why did he life take such a down fall that day? "Why did you have to leave me...?" he asked himself, resting both hands on the sink, and leaning his head down. He took a few deep breathes, and looked up, staring at himself long and hard. People always saw him as a genius, yes he was one, but when did anyone see him for his personality? Albiet, he never showed it to people he didn't know, nor trust, but people never really sat down and tried talking to him. And since that fateful day, he had grown bitter. Towards everyone, himself, bis 'parents', his friends. Now, to only make his life worst, someone knows about his secret. And they where willing to let everyone know!
He looked down again and shook his head. "My life truely is a reck..." he murmured softly to himself. He looked around, and at the door again before setting his backpack down and going threw it. His hand ran over what he was searching for, and he paused. Was he really going to do this in school? His fingers traced the plastic container, and he looked down when he pulled it out. The needle that was held within it was clear and currently had nothing in it, but beside it, there was a small vial that held a certain liquid. He frowned just a bit, and sat down, debating on wether or not it was a good idea or not. "No. No, that it for home. This is not a place to do such a thing..." he whispered to himself. He placed it back in his backpack and placed books and such ontop to hide it. He wasn't in the mood to go back to class, and he was not in the mood to be in contact with anyone, so he just figured he'd stay there. He hated people asking about his life. He hated people not knowing that he was orphaned, and he hated what he did to his himself and his parents. He shifted to the side to lean his back against the wall, and he looked up. What he would do to not be so ashamed. What he would do to bring his parents back. Beating himself up about his parents was normal, but he just hated breaking down in front of people. As he stared up, he couldn't help but wonder if his parents were looking down at him with disgust and regret. He did. He hated how he was, what he did.
Alexander soon closed his eyes and his head hung forward. The images of his parents were vegue, but he remembered them so well. What they looked like as a family. How they acted with one another. How proud they were of him and his abilities. He swung his head back, quickly slamming it on the wall, before opening his eyes once again. "Why did I have to be stupid...why did they have to listen to me?" he rubbed the back of his head, soothing the pain that was formed after just a few seconds, and he sighed softly. Ever since that day, Alexander never cried. Never showed how much people hurt him, and instead, he proved how much he could hurt them. He soon was back to looking up at the ceiling. He was feeling awefully tired now. That was due to lack of sleep from the night before. Anger started to build up again, and he felt his brow furrow. 'If that damned women didn't say anything about it, I would have been fine! I would have been in class, and I would have been trying to figure out who is trying to ruin my life!' he thought to himself. He growled just a bit, and brought his knees to his chest. He sighed and reached for his backpack again, his hand stopping once it finally touched the strap, "Life is nothing but an illusion...this just help my illusion grow..." he murmured quietly. His hand dropped to the ground again, and heclawed at the floor bitterly. He just needed to calm down. Stop stressing over nothing, and let his mind forget all thats happend, without using anything. Soon, his mind wandered about other things. Who else had gotton a note? He knew he couldn't have been the only one, what would be the point of that? Then, who was in it? Was it two people, or one? Was someone just trying to ruin each of this people's lives, or was it a series of people who wanted revenge on the group? He hummed lightly at this thought and he rubbed his upper arm. "those are good questions, but I have no clue..." he said to himself, an annoyed smile on his face.   
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:26 pm
❚❚❚❚Damean Wyatt Haiten❚❚❚❚ The first half of class, Damean didn't listen to a single word that came out of the teacher's mouth, he didn't need to. The person who wrote the note knew it as well as he did but this person knew thier stuff. He wondered how much digging around this person actually did, and in such a short amount of time at that, it was quite a feat. This person needed a lot of connections and maybe a grudge, but this was Damean just beating around the bush and thinking about this person all day wasn't going to solve anything since Alex walked in. One of the people who had showed a quite amount of frustration from the halls. If he wanted to clear his suspicion about Alex he would have to confront him. When the teacher gave them really the rest of the class off, Damean was going to take this opportunity till a girl beat him to the punch. He would simply have to be patient enough to wade this out so he made a quick sketch of the girl but then something popped up into his mind. What if there were more than just one person blackmailing him and maybe others. People working together in order to ruin people lives that they were disgusted with, maybe but that just kept Damean in the dark more and the mysterious person(s) still even more of a mystery. The conversation went on and since Damean had nothing better to do he easedropped, well Alex wasn't really that far from his seat and its not like he could block him out when he was so near. It could of been Damean's imagination before but he could of sworn he saw the same piece of paper that Damean had when the mysterious person blackmailed him but Alex could of simply used the same paper but this was just too coincidental.
The conversation between the two didn't seem to hit off right but it really just went downhill from there. The topic about his parents seemed to set him off and grab the class's and teacher's attention and the girl why she was just surprised as Alex stormed out of the room. The class began to murmer around themselves and Damean couldn't help to be more curious of the man, he raised his hand and excused himself to go and use the restroom. He picked up the pass from the teacher and while the class wasn't looking she gave him a wink but he ignored as the time and place wasn't right. He looked right and left down the halls and only caught a glimpse of white hair and a yellow scarf, 'There you are!' Damean followed in pursuit as he wasn't going to let this chance escape, he followed him till he last saw Alex walk into the boys restroom and a loud click was heard as soon as the door was closed. Well now, he had come out sooner or later right? He wouldn't stay there for the rest of the school day, Damean looked left and right as he placed his ear on the vents of the door, hopefully to get a better hear if the young male said anything. He sat there, trying to make out words that were almost inaudible but he only caught a couple of half finished sentences or statements that made no sense whatsoever. Seeing as he would have to ask directly he knocked on the door and spoke just enough for Alex to hear him,
"A lot of people have questions that are left unanswered, Alex, but I have a question that only you can answer." Damean looked around the halls once more before speaking again,
"Are you angry because of that blackmailing note you recieved when you opened your locker today?" Well there you go, he was a bit straighforeward but he wasn't going to be all ninja, trying to find the answer with a long conversation that could be fixed in a minute. Yet Damean was just abit scared that Alex might unleash his anger on him since he left the class in a bad mood and couldn't really tell if he was still angry or not since it was hard to hear through the vents in the first place.
"Hey can I, come in, just a talk between us. You know its not very comfortable sitting on the hard floor for awhile, I think my legs are going numb." He turned the knob once but it didn't turn and he dind't hear Alex's answer so he was unsure as to what to make of the situation. But if Alex said anything he would have to stay in the same position until he opened that bloody door. His legs were really hurting, but he sucked up the pain, for all he knew Alex didn't recieve a letter but he could use the 'This was the only bathroom available' excuse, after all he had the bathroom pass. From people's view point it looked like someone did lock the bathroom and Damean was holding his bladder for dear life.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 8:14 am
"Life is an illusion. The more you play with it, the bigger the trap gets."❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦╬══════════════╬Alexander Illusion Bonvinchi╬══════════════╬Alexander felt himself calm down a lot more then he was before. His eyes where closed, and his head was resting gently onto the wall. He was in a peaceful state at the moment, and he was hoping nothing could bring him back down to the hatred and envy that he normally felt towards others or himself. His eyes shot open when he had heard a voice coming in threw the door vent, and he pushed himself a up a bit more then what he was already. His eyes stayed glued to the vent with slight worry and slgiht relief. Pushing himself up, he sighed and walked to the mirror, fixed his hair and walked over to the door to unlock it and open it slightly. He wasn't going to answer anything while the male was outside. He found it way to risky is all. When he saw who it was, he raised a brow a bit and turned away. "Close and lock the door, please..." he murmured softly. He really didn't want anyone to hear them and thei conversation.
He walked back over to the sink, and rested both hands on the sink, but his body was facing the stalls. "As for why im angry..." he looked down and sighed lightly. "Yeah...thats one of the reasons...the other is because of that...girl..." he said with a bitter tone to it. He looked back up and over at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "So...yo-you got one to? A note I mean..." he asked nervously. His eyes looked filled with worry and fright, and he felt as if he was about to throw up any minute. He was freaking out, not just on the inside, but on the outside. So that was already one person he knew about, but who else had gotton one? He ran his hands threw his hair, his hands shaking as he did so and he looked down once again. What was he supposed to do? He was not going to tell anyone his secret, even if they were involved in it. His eyes began to get wide, and they closed again. There was really no one out of this. No matter what he did, he was going to get hurt one way or another. His hands reached to play with the yellow scarf that was hanging loosely around his neck, and he looked deep in thought at this moment.
He then looked at Damean and rubbed the back of his head a bit. "So..i'm guess you got one to, then?" he asked with a small smile added to it. He was just trying to make light of a bad situation. Of course, maybe now wasn't the best time. He really did feel like yelling and screaming and kicking like a child, but he knew that was silly of him to do. He was more worried about how it would go at home. He hated bringing school into his life at home, and home was already pretty bad because of how he treated his 'parents', though he was just like that to cover the pain. He never truely believed anyone could take his mom's ploce, or his dad's. They where somone no one could replace even if they tried. He trailed off that subject and went about on another main subject. So if Damean did get one, was it by the same person who gave him one? He tapped his fingers against the sink in a questionable way. And if it was, it wasn't like they knew him or her. So either way, it was like they were stuck in a deep hole with no way out but to do wat ever they say.
His hand reached down to his pocket, and he sighed softly. That note really did get him all right. He was a freak, his temper was way out of line sometimes, and he was, more then likely, the cause of his parent's death. What bothered him the most was, what would this person do if they knew what happend to his parents? He stared at the ground in almost a trance before shaking his head and looking back up. "Well, have they told you any orders or what evere yet?" he asked softly. Sure, they both got a note, but that doesn't mean he didn't get an order right? He just wanted to make sure is all. "Because I hadn't gottan one. I'm just...freaking out is all." he admitted to him while looking down at this time. Alexander really wasn't the type to show any emotions to situations, but he figured this one had a good reason. Plus, he was still hurt about the before topic on his parents. Who wouldn't be? He let out a long, deep sigh and shook his head. This was wrong. All wrong.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 2:55 pm
Ares smiled softly to himself when he saw Haruki zone out for a little bit, a common habit of his own. He liked when he saw people do similar things to himself as it showed him that he wasn't that much of an oddball. Don't get me wrong, Ares loved being unique and even if he got hurt for it, he'd always be proud of his looks and quirks like not being able to take compliments or zoning out easily. He just knew that his life would be a bit easier to deal with though if it had some normality to it. He let out a soft sigh as he could still hear the teacher droning on about something and his gaze fell on the sleeve that the other male was playing with. His magenta orbs were fixated on the simply scene as he got lost in his thoughts until he heard a laugh come from the other. He smiled softly again to himself as he heard the laugh. Most people coudn't tell the difference between fake laughs and real ones, but Ares could. He always noticed little things like that and he was happy when he was able to get someone to laugh for real. I mean who wouldn't be happy by that?
One of his quirks was about to show as his gaze went up a bit to look at Haruki as the other made the comment about his looks once again, this time making it into a compliment a bit though. He bit his bottom lip and his cheeks flushed that soft pink once again as a natural reaction whenever he heard words like these. He just never knew how to react to them. He let his gaze fell back to his sleeve once again and it was obvious that he was thinking about something right now. And he was. He simply didn't reply to the first part about him looking good and said softly, "You should tell those people that then~ They only care about causing people pain for their unique looks, not being grateful about their own unique looks." He smiled as Haruki made it sound like a good thing and replied, "Thanks..Yes, you are plenty different...you're the mysterious male that nobody knows anything about~ Too bad others don't have this point of view."
He let his thoughts wander once again as he thought about that small white note that was still waiting for him to open it. The curiousity was killing, but it helped that he was distracted by talking to someone. Still the curiousity was still sitting inside him, nagging him to open the note and find out what everyone was so worked up about. Of course, Ares was also letting his thoughts take over and was thinking of what was the worse that the note could hold. It made him a little worried. Of course his thoughts naturally went to the secrets he had and that sent a shiver through his slender body. He took a deep breath, telling himself that he was just overreacting. Yes, someone had his secret out there now that the Box of Secrets was stolen, but he refused to believe that the note could have anything to do with that. He didn't want to think of that right now. So he went back to distracting himself from the note and focused his attention back on the male talking to him. It was easy to do considering he noticed that Haruki was glancing over him once again. He saw the small, intrigued smile on the other's face from the sight of Ares blusing softly and he shook his head with a soft smile of his own. His smile fell though into a soft shocked expression as he heard the words slip from the other's mouth in his native language. It wasn't so much that Haruki had speaken Russian back, but how perfectly said those words were. Ares knew that a person could only speak Russian that well if it was their native language, or if they spent years practicing it.
He calmed himself back down once again as he got over the shock of the other doing such a thing and a genine smile formed on his face. "I'm sorry, it's just a natural reaction. It's hard to believe people when they say they won't hurt me cause actions speak louder than words....how di- You speak Russian? And fluently? You're not originally from Russian...I've heard you speak with a soft British accent at times that you don't notice, but...how can you speak Russian that well then?" he said, that thick Russian accent still evident in his voice now that he was back to speaking English. It wasn't very often that Ares was able to find someone who was able to speak his language fluently so he liked when he was able to. He still planned on traveling as soon as he graduated and he planned on having his first stop be Russia. He grew up there and missed the country.
He smiled softly again when the other nodded his head, agreeing to not ask why he wore clothing that didn't reveal anything. He wasn't sure how he would be able to reply to that. Sure he could make up some excuse and he probably would if anyone insisted for an answer, but otherwise he just simply told them that he wasn't giving them an answer and that it was none of their business. Which it wasn't. Ares was already too afraid to let anybody too close to him, even if the thing he needed the most was probably someone who just kept pushing him and got him to talk about all this. For now though, Ares would just keep things to himself and make sure that his secrets were exposed. He raised an eyebrow and said with slight shock, "Throw it away without reading it? That's my hint?" He let out a soft sigh as he thought about it and pulled out the little white note from his history book. He played with the flap with one hand as the gears in his head worked and he thought about if it really was a good idea to just throw it away. People had bad reactions to it, so he knew that Haruki wasn't lying when he said the note was troublesome, but how troublesome? And could Ares really stand the curiousity that would continued even after the note was gone.
He looked up at the other and saw the friendly smile that Haruki had on. He smiled softly himself as that helped. He extended his arm and held the white note over the small garbage bin that was near them. "You're sure this is the best move? Cause I'm putting in trust in you here which doesn't happen very often. You promise me that there's no consequences to throwing this letter away?" he asked just to be sure with a smile. He didn't want to throw away the note and regret it later, but maybe it would be best. His thoughts were pulled away from the letter for a bit though when Haruki answered him about the tongue piercing. "Really? I didn't get my piercings till a year ago. I like piercings a lot...just never got the courage to get any more yet though~" he said as he leaned foward to look at the tongue piercing. He realized two things: he liked the piercing and that Haruki had a slender, snake like tongue. He laughed softly and said, "Even your tongue is unique." as he sat back in his seat again. "Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
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