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Victoria discarded what food was left on her plate and took her coffee to go and sit next to Derrick.
"I'm assuming you know about the blood," she said, "Any particular reason you haven't washed it off?"
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Derrick looked up at the sound of someone's voice. It was that girl - Victoria? - from earlier. "What blood?" He asked, finishing off the smoking hot coffee in one gulp. A bad mistake; his throat caught on fire. He gagged a few times.
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"My room number? Uh..." Oh, crap, he thought as he rubbed his hand on his face, the half-dried blood wiping off. "Uh, I don't know my room number. I was actually hoping you would know, since you were standing there next to me when she told me," he replied as he grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe the blood off, succeding only in smearing it more.
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Ivan went back into the house and after searching a little bit he found the kitchen/dining hall (Whatever the eating place is called here). He walked near Derrick and said "Sorry about any trouble I caused yesterday." Then continued walking and got some food and sat at a random table and began eating.
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Joshua hopped off the window ledge which he was perched on, still in his crow form, and opened his wings to glide down to the courtyard.
He continued to flap his wings every so often and glide, dashing through the closing back glass door of the institution. The crow flapped through the halls, speeding over the other students' shoulders, causing them to spin to their sides to avoid the crow. He flapped through into the large cafateria (however you spell it) over the tables and opened his claws, allowing them to catch onto the floor. His body morphed upwards into his human form once again. He walked towards the counter for the cafiteria. That's was quick. Joshua thought as he picked up a plate, flexing his fingers. (I'll reply soon. I'm using the Art departments computer. I'll be in information systems next. =D It's the only good thing about finishing your work early. You get to access the comptuers.)
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((Victoria/Evilayn, I don't have a roommate yet. And I do think it would be a little strange for dorms of a school to be co-ed. But it's up to you, really. If you want to room with Gabriella, her room is 122.))
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(Didn't you post the same sort of message earlier?
And continue roleplaying please. ^^ I can't think of much worth writing. )
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Derrick eventually shrugged and put the bloody napkin down. "I'll get it off later, right now I'm starving," he said, tearing into the last pancake with fury. When he was done, not thinking about what he had done, he picked up the napkin again and proceded to wipe his mouth with the dried red blood. When he realised what he had done, he dropped the napkin and started wiping his mouth with his hand. "Shi-," he said, stopping when he remembered that he was in the company of a girl.
((And yeah, you can move in with imaginative, I'm fine alone,  .
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((Dread, why don't you room with Adjectives? Since you didn't remember your room number when talking to Victoria, there could have been a mixup and you are actually supposed to be in a different rm - Adjective's. Then little Dready wouldn't have to be all alone at night
 ))Gabriella woke up early that morning, feeling cheated of her usual stupor. She found if she overslept at the Institution, it actually made things easier to bear. Then she could just stumble through the day groggily, munching down something occasionally to keep herself alive, and plunk back down in bed for her usual dreamless escape. Why did I wake up so early? Perhaps she was feeling a little anticipation - a little hope - about lay ahead at the school. Uh-oh. I can't feel this...I need the numbness. What if these people leave me, just like mum and dad? Ack. She had a headache now. She had been clenching her teeth and wrinkling her brow unaware. And she found that she was starving. The granola bar yesterday was certainly not enough. She rubbed her stomach, got up, and threw on a robe over her pajamas. She ran a tongue over her teeth and fingers through her hair, deemed herself acceptable to be seen in public, and walked quickly out the door, only stopping long enough to put on her slip-on tennis and grab her room key. She wondered around the first floor until she found the cafeteria, already teeming with life in the wee hours of the morning. The fluorescent light was blinding. Instinctively, she put a hand up to shield her eyes from it, but it did nothing to dampen the effects. Even with her eyes closed, which she tried for a few seconds, the light still shone through her lids with a red haze, invading her thoughts. How rude she humphed, her expression souring. This is probably one of those new-fangled schools that added 'new and improved' (and blindingly bright) lighting to make the students more alert and encouraged to learn. What a bunch of crap. All it makes me want to do is crawl in a little hole and wait for nightfall. Productivity my a--. Her rant ceased, now startled by a crow who had landed just in front of her, slowly morphing into the shape of a boy before her eyes! She had been drinking part of her orange juice while waiting in line for her breakfast allotment when he came along. She spit out her juice all over him in one horrific movement, gasping for breath between her coughs afterwards. I am so stupid! And...what did he just DO? she wondered incredulously. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I (cough) didn't see you there. (sputter) How..what..who...?" Her eyes bulged out. She couldn't even think straight. And he looked so...so...what was the word she was looking for? Mysterious. Impressive. Exciting. No...none of those. But something that mixed them all together, which she couldn't think of for the life of her. She fumbled, trying to screw the cap back on her orange juice so she didn't have another "accident." "You should ask permission before you just...APPEAR out of thin air in front of someone!" She scolded, throwing her arms above her head, defensive and nervous and embarassed all at the same time. Permission - ask my permission? What was I thinking? This is a public place. Why can't I think of anything decent to say? And why do I have to verbally attack almost every boy I meet. That, or cover them in orange juice... She hung her head and then glanced around for the nearest stack of napkins.
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