Welcome to Gaia! ::

He stood at the gates, looking back at the car and the man he saw as his master. "Thank you Roji." he said softly. He watched the car drive away, leaving him stranded in this place full of people he didn't know, and therefore didn't trust. He felt slightly abandoned, wondering if Roji was no longer pleased with him, now that he knew his secret. "You need an education." Roji'd said. He knew it was the truth, but he still felt abandoned. He pulled his acceptance letter out of his hoodie pocket and looked at it. "Give this to Lilith and she'll give you your ID card." he muttered. "Alright." he said and took the few steps up to the gate.

"Welcome to Ria High School please show me your acceptance letter so I may give you your student ID"

He handed the paper to her, watching as she processed the information, and wondering if there was anything worth taking in there. But before he could fully form any plans, she handed him his letter and the card back.

"Welcome to Ria, I hope you enjoy yourself."

He nodded and finally entered the grounds. "Thanks."

Gackt is seeing dashing to the gates from the southern side of the courtyard. He jumps into the air and stomps into the ground, his cleets grinding the dirt and stopping his movement. He waves to a truck that had a bunch of stuff in it. He signals them to drive it over.

The somewhat shabby cab stopped near the great gates of Ria high. The left door opened quietly as a figure stepped out. His eyes were downcast and his mouth was drawn into a charachteristic closed frown. His long black hair hung in strands across his face like a curtain from which he viewed the world. His pale, but healthy face shown in the light of the sun as an unexpected breeze ruffled his haphazard hair style. Sighing he turned and reached into the cab, pulling out a long case wrapped in fine silks. Placing the strap over his shoulder he went to the back of the cab and opened the trunk. Out came two large black bags that The stranger struggled to move and then dropped with a resounding thump upon the hard ground. Walking to the window of the cab, the boy reached into the long sleeves of his green yukata, looking out of place in such a modern environment, and pulled forth a small bit of leather drawn together by a string. He took forth two small bundles of bills and handed them qietly to the smelly cabby who smiled and offered an awkward pat upon his shoulder

"Yer goin ta be fine kid...Jist keep yer chin up hear?" The boy nodded quietly, staring at the ground and turned to go.
"KId! Ya fergot sumthin." came the urgent cry from the cabbie. The boy turned to find the cabbie holding a book out to him. The book was old and frayed, splotched with ink stains and betraying loose papers from within its bound pages. The boy snatched it forth, surprised by his own ferocity then offered a thankful smile at the cabbie. The cab driver nodded and gave a crooked toothed smile, then revved the engine of his beat up cab and pulled away, leaving a forlorn figure in a bright green yukata clutching a book in one hand, and steadying the case about his shoulders with the other. He truly was alone now.

Meanwhile, a black-haired girl in dark clothing and with a black crown chain necklace around her neck approached the gates, observing her acceptance letter. Upon her back seemed to be a cross between a suitcase and a backpack, and swung around her shoulders was a dufflebag.

'I wonder how different this will be from training underneath the elders' she thought, her emerald eyes raising to see the gates. She sighed, looking between the gates and the way back out.

"It's up to you now, Chaos..." she muttered to herself. "Which one will you choose? Do you turn back and bring shame to the elders because of your fear...or do you continue on and learn?"

She closed her eyes for a few moments, seemingly thinking before opening them again.

"It's now or never, then..." she told herself as she approached the gates. The elders told her to give her acceptance letter to someone named Lilith, who would give her her ID card...

"Welcome to Ria High School. Please show me your acceptance letter so I may give you your student ID," informed the woman at the gates.

The black-haired girl did so, watching as the woman inside quickly processed the information before handing back both the now-folded letter and her card.

"Welcome to Ria; I hope that you enjoy yourself."

The girl shyly nodded back, bowed, and then crossed into the grounds...only to bump right into the boy that had just gone in before her.

"Ow!" she cried out, falling down onto her backside.

'Oh, nice going, Keimei, just moments after you get into the school and already your perception rolls start to fail,' she thought as she rubbed the back of her head in pain.

Atra sat on a very low stone wall, watching the new students with disinterest. Under his jeans and vinyl vest, he had bandages, still healing from the Velociraid attack he had enconutered everyday. To count himself as something other than a new person here as well, was ludicrous. He had on transferred to this area for just a few days, let alone the school.

Then, something caught his eye. A young woman had fallen down, and had just walked in. Sighing, he shook himself, as he got up, wincing from pain as he stood up. As he did so, the clank of the three swords strapped to his back hid his grunt, and he walked over to her, attempting to hide his limp, his eye twitchign slightly.

It was a good thing that his left eye was twitching, because it was almost always hidden hidden by his shoulder-length black hair, which was naturally streaked with indigo and blue, giving him the look of one of those villians on the shows, masterminds. Then again, he wasn't very far off from them.

"Hello." he spoke, as he approached her, holding his left hand up, a small smile on his lips. His right eye was hidden, not by hair, but a white headset, with a dark blue visor, flashing yellow symbols all about it. "You new too, I can see."

"Well, it's hard not to notice you, especially when you're already bleeding." he spoke, yawning. Struggling, he caught up to her, keeping pace. "Do you even know where you're going?"

Sighing, Atra only shrugged, and moved away. Why were people always avoiding him? Perhaps it was maybe time to cut his hair. Then he remembered the scar in his left eye, always hiding it ever since he was small. Nah, it was their problem, and they were all just bastards. "I don't even know why I try to make friends..."