On the many mountain sides of the deepest part of the country of great Britain hid a school for Assassin. It just so happened this school was starting today for the first day of the new school year. All the new arrivals would have been arriving today and thee others on break would be getting ready to start their classes again.

Each room had three people to it, separated by female and male. (I will post the room layout right after this post) On the front door of every dorm laid a piece of paper with a name and a room number, which determined where you would stay for that school year.

It was storming out, violent lightning striking down one and a while, causing the building to echo with rain drops off the ceiling.

Araile trudged up the walkway to the school for assassins, her hair was starting to stick to her face from the rain and she was miserable. She just wanted to get to her room and get her stuff unpacked so that she could get out of her wet clothes, she would have just flown in, but then she would have had to left her wings out to dry and they would get in the way and piss people off. Once she got inside, she found the dorm and looked at it. Okay she was rooming with three other girls, she hoped that they would all be okay to get along with, she went in search of the room, once she found it she claimed the bed at the back of the room, and started unpacking her stuff. When she was done she changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, she dried her hair with her towel and sat down yawning. She wondered what they would have to do before it was time to rest, she had traveled far today and she was worn out.

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Daren stood silently just inside the door of the school, he was watching as people filed in. He made his way over to the door and looked at the list that told him who he was rooming with and where he needed to go. He was in a room with two others. Good that wasn't too terribly many, he found the room and sat down on the first bed available. He took of his boots and swung his legs up on the bed, and was cat napping instantly, with one eye open.

The black limo pulled through the gates of the school, its windows tinted so dark nobody could look through them. It rolled to a stop at the curb. Two large men, clad in black suits, lumbered out of the limo, opened umbrellas and stood waiting. Another large man clad in a navy blue suit with his black hair slicked back, stepped out of the limo and adjusted his suit. Strolling around the side of the vehicle, he held his hand out to the final rider. A dainty hand grasped his as a young woman ducked out of the limo. She was tall and slight, standing up to the shoulders of the three men. As the group of four strolled towards the school entrance, the girl looped her arm through the man clad in navy. A black wide brimmed hat rested upon her head, giving her curled hair an added coverage from the rain that may slip through the protection of the two umbrellas. With the heels she wore now, the young woman probably stood about 6 foot 4, or so. Her normal stature being six foot.

"My little dove, I don't know what I will do without you." The man clad in navy blue said,breaking the silence. Smiling up at the man, the young woman replied. "Oh, father, you'll make do. Besides, you may always come visit me or vice versa. I'm only an ocean's flight away." She laughed at the face her father, Lawrence van Cryder, made and patted his arm reassuringly. He grumbled something under his breath, but the young woman paid him no mind. The doors were opened for them by the two other gentleman escorting them. Once safely inside the building, and out of the rain, Sabriel removed her hat and shook her long hair out. "I worry about you is all. I won't be there in time if anything were to happen to you." Lawrence said. Though he had trained Sabriel to be fierce and to handle her own, he had grown protective over the years. "Father, I have proven time and time again that I can handle myself. Besides, I've come prepared." She smiled wickedly and demonstrated how. Applying pressure to the front part of her heel on her left foot, she gave it a slight twist, and a three-pronged blade popped out the side of the toe of her heel with a deadly 'schlick' sound. She opened her clutch to reveal her two rapier blades.

Nodding his head as if he approved, Lawrence bent down and placed a kiss upon Sabriel's forehead and pulled her in for a quick hug. "Don't break too many hearts, my little Heart-Breaker." He said and nodded to the two other men. Sabriel quickly kissed the air beside the two men's cheeks, grinning wickedly as one of the men, Jaq, whispered in her ear. "Knock them dead, kid." Wiggling her fingers good-bye to the men, Sabriel turned to survey the area around her to get a good grasp on the school. Sheathing her heel's blade with a quick twist of her foot, Sabriel began strolling down the hallways. Her hands clasped behind her back, her hat clutched loosely between her fingers, she hummed to herself as she went exploring.

Ellie had a large black rolling suitcase clutched in her hand, making her way up to this ‘school’. Her blonde locks were plastered to her face, blue eyes piercing the rain as she walked into the building and found the dorm room listing. Water caused her white summery, flowing gown to stick to her, but looking at her she acted like she was perfectly dry and normal. In her mind, Ellie was ticked to have to come inside on such a gorgeous day. Water was her home… not these walls keeping her from it. She sighed as she realized she was bunking with all girls, an annoyed snarl forming on her lips. Girls were just annoying and got in the way of her kills.

Ellie let her face come back into a bored expression however and walked lazily towards her room. She entered and found one other girl, poorly dressed and yawning. “Well, I guess that’s your bed,” Ellie said, raising an eyebrow. She picked the closest one left to the window, too drawn by the pitter patter of rain to ignore it. She set her bag down when she suddenly realized she didn’t want to unpack this. “Have you seen any men around yet?” Ellie asked her roommate, still standing and waiting to know. She wanted to find one and get him to help her with things like this. Boring things she didn’t want to do.

Araile looked at the girl that just walked in and noticed that she was wet, but didn't really appear to be wet. Hmmm how cool, wish I could be like that... She smiled what she hoped would come across as a friendly one but she wasn't used to banter, "No I haven't actually, I just got here and was trying to dry off a little." She stood up and started for the door, this girl gave her a feeling that maybe she didn't like her, and she didn't know why they just met. She shrugged her shoulders, "We could go in search of one, and if we cant find one then I don't mind helping you unpack your stuff. That is if you don't mind either?"

The rain pounds on Legions hooded head as he walks.The rain never mattered to him, unlike most who either loved or hated the rain he was indifferent. Rain was good on a job considering most would have their heads covered. As soon as he enters the school he looks around, and notices the posted assignments for rooms "Viktor and Daren..." he mutters as he reads. A quick frown passes over his face, he wasn't used to people this made things rather difficult for him.Soon he finds himself at his room and as soon as he opens the door he notices a figure a sleep on one of the beds for a second he stands there in the door way slightly annoyed, but the feeling soon passes and he goes to the second bed that is placed in the corner so the head if the bed touch both the back and right ride wall and tosses off his wet clothing and changes into a dark grey t-shirt and shorts with a Beanie to keep his head warm. After changing he sits on his bed back against the wall.

Ellie blinked a few times, surprised at the friendliness of the girl. She tilted her head, taking in the girl’s appearance before slowly nodding. ”I hate to have a woman do a man’s job, but I don’t mind you helping to unpack my things instead,” Ellie said, giving a half smirk, the friendliest she could get before walking to the closet to make room for her things. ”Why would you want to dry off?” Ellie asked absentmindedly, slipping out of her heels and placing them in the bottom of the closet. She turned to the bathroom to pick out a spot for her toiletries, leaving wet footprints as she walked about the dorm room.

Araile stood up and watched the girl move about the dorm, she was pretty and seemed to be comfortable with the fact that she was drenched. Araile was silent for a moment, and then looked at girl "I have wings, so when I get wet or it rains I cant fly very well...and it takes forever for them to dry and they get in the way." She let her wings out a little bit to show the girl how feathery they were. You hardly see birds flying out in the rain, she was the same way. "I really don't mind helping you, I have always done things for myself. No one has ever helped me." She looked out the window at the rain that was still pouring down, she loved thunderstorms actually, she could sit here all day and watch it lightening and listen to the thunder.

Ellie tilted her head as the girl showed her her wings, nodding as she understood, but still couldn’t imagine not wanting to be wet. If she could she would be in the bath right now. But nonetheless, not everyone could be like her. Ellie raised an eyebrow as the girl went all sentimental, saying no one ever helped her. I care so much Ellie thought sarcastically to herself, wondering why the girl hadn’t started unpacking her bag for her yet. Sure men were stupider, but at least they didn’t talk much and just used their hands. ”Okay so… let’s unpack this then?” Ellie said, unzipping her bag. She was too uncomfortable with any emotion besides hate and anger to care to ask the girl if she was alright. Ellie was kind of heartless in more ways than one.
When she’d finally gotten everything in its place and unpacked, Ellie sighed, running her fingers through her now dry hair, that had waved from getting wet. ”Well, I’m going to go see where everyone else is…” Ellie mentioned, not inviting the other girl but not barring her from coming with her either. Ellie just wasn’t sure why anyone would want to be around her to begin with.

A small black sedan squirmed it's way up the mountains towards the academy it skidding slightly on the wet roads. Just the day before Chris had been sent on the first plane to England from New York. His family had given him a surprisingly warm send-off, then again it was a rite of passage among the Pryors. The entire flight had taken it's toll on Chris, he had verbally chastised a baby for keeping him awake and consequentially making him jet-lagged and tired. Swerving up the road he finally pulled up to the gates of the castle. There wasn't exactly anywhere to park so driving the car out of the way of the gate he parked it. Climbing out Chris straightened his tie, he was wearing a navy blue blazer alongside a buttoned up shirt,in one hand he held the handle to his suitcase containing all that he owned, in the other hand a black umbrella with the Pryor family crest printed on each side, his family cared about appearances.

Strutting through the rain Chris reached the entrance, the foyer was magnificent, a beautiful feat of architecture, he could see a few trophies on display with names of his family members...one day they'd have trophies with his name, more than any other Pryor before him. Taking his time Chris wandered to the dorm he had been assigned, with the umbrella now closed and tucked under his elbow he swung open the door with a slight whistle. The room was surprisingly impressive, better than the small room he had at home, all of his siblings had gotten the good rooms leaving him to get a converted nursery. Four beds were spread out, Chris made a beeline for one pushed into the darkest corner, at least from here he could the entire room.

Unpacking some of his stuff Chris stepped back out of the room, he had picked up some gum from his suitcase and was now chewing it in the corridor. Here he waited for the arrival of his 'room-mates'/friends/pawns, a sickly sweet smile on his face.

Alexia Nohuara walked along the side of the road towards the large Assassin's school. She had an umbrella over her shoulders, so the rain didn't matter. As she got near to the school, she was able to teleport through the doors of the building and into it. She walked forward and put away her umbrella, and found her dorm. She knew she was dorming with three other girls, but she didn't care. She continued her walk forward and found her dorm room, and walked in. There was two other girls in there, but ignored them. She chose an unnocupied bed that was the closest to the door. She had a bag, but it was small, and she didn't have to unpack much. She was completely dry, not a drop of water had gotten on her. She sat up on the bed and took out a book out of her bag, and began reading it.

The roar of the engine was a sharp contrast with the rainfall as Fenrir rode his ancient Harley to the school. Riding it was one of the small comforts he had since leaving home and it was one he indulged in frequently. Speeding up, Fenrir enjoyed his last moments of freedom before pulling up to the school and parking his bike. Taking a couple steps forward, Fen just stood still for a moment and gazed at the entrance. With just a couple of steps and he was going to change his life forever. Looking behind him, Fen noted that it would be so easy to just run. Get on his bike and just drive, leaving this life for one of freedom and the rode. However the thought was quickly banished with a shake of the head.

Walking up the steps, Fen took of his helmet before entering and upon seeing the boarding set up quickly went to his room. Seeing what he assumed was another student lunging in the hallway. Giving the man a nod of acknowledgment, Fen continued to the room and placed his single bag on the bed closest to the door. Quickly unpacking, Fen did a fast inventory on his stuff. Several changes of clothes, check...daggers, check...and family photo, check. Placing the clothes and daggers into the side desk, Fen put the picture on top before stripping out of his leather jacket and subsequent wet clothes.

Putting on some cargo shorts, Fen decided against putting on a shirt if it meant that he didn't have to do extra work cleaning it. Placing his necklace, a pair of dog tags with a large tooth among them, Fen stepped out of the room again before deciding to explore a bit as the guy who was hanging out in the hallway didn't look much like the talking type. Moving around, Fen noticed the many trophies and medals that covered the walls, some with his family and some without. It didn't really matter to Fen. As he continued in his lazy walk around the school he found himself face to face with a girl. Blonde, blue eyed, and smelling slightly of lake water. She was quite pretty, but she carried an air about her that demanded to be taken seriously. Not that he wouldn't before hand.

Stopping his advance around the school, Fen looked at her for a second before saying "Hello." It was short and simple, much like Fen himself.

Ellie brushed past a girl, assuming it was another roommate, who was entering the dorm as she was leaving. Ellie barely caught a glimpse of her, not really caring who she was, and probably wouldn’t recognize her if she saw her again. Bored Ellie thought to herself with a soft sigh. She had just walked out of the door, about to turn down one hallway before turning quickly to the opposing direction, and almost ran into a man with his shirt off. She blinked a few times, only her eyes showing any expression as her lips and forehead remained detached from caring. She looked him up and down with a glance that didn’t say she was checking him out, more like sizing up competition. Or prey. ”Hello,” she said in return, simply looking in his eyes. A smirk twitched at the corner of her lips as thoughts raced through her mind of how she could kill him. How easy it could be. But then again, she assumed anyone here with her was known for killing as well and it would probably be frowned upon if she went around murdering the other students. So, she cleared her throat, mentally rolling her eyes as she tilted her head in feigning interest. She’d had a lot of practice being charming before to men and she could do it again. She probably wouldn’t have to fake it if she had managed to find a man as firey as herself, but she was beginning to think that was silly to think of. A charming closed lip smile completed her expression although her eyes still held a hint of death in them. ”I guess you kill people too?” she said softly, bluntly.

A tall blonde woman was approaching the large school building with firm steps as the rain poured down on her. She hummed a lullaby which reminded her of outstretched lakes, unending forests, raindrops on leaves and snow that reached to your waist. She hadn't seen her beautiful homeland in three years and reminiscing like this made her feel a soft ache in her chest. However, now wasn't a time to become sentimental. She halted for a moment, taking in the large building in front of her. It looked old and rather solemn, especially in this storm. A smile slowly spread across her face. She was home again.

She readjusted the single, large bag on her shoulder. Most of her stuff was still waiting inside her room, since she preferred to travel light during the summer holidays. She finished this year's journey by opening the large doors and entering. She only noticed that she was drenched as she stood inside the dry hallway. With a smile, she shook off some raindrops as if she were a wolf. She wasn't, of course, but it always made her feel good to behave a little like one. She started re-exploring the building, leaving wet footprints in her wake. After studying at the school for seven, and teaching for three years, the building was more familiar to her than her family home in Sverige. But it was always a blast to walk around and take in the atmosphere after the summer.

As she was walking, she noticed a familiar figure who strolling the halls as well but in a more elegant fashion. The blond woman sped up her pace a bit, taking care not too make any sound. She soon caught up with the other woman and clenched her into a tight bearlike hug while laughing loudly. "Hej! Sabriel, is that you? Gods, I haven't seen you for such a long time! How are you? How was your holiday? Did you go back to Spain?"

Sabriel couldn't help but laugh as she was suddenly pulled into a hug. "Well hello to you as Well, Freja." She greeted the wet, blonde woman. "My, you look like you've been drowned! Goodness, darling, you must be cold." Sabriel said as she looked the woman over one more time. "And I had a wonderful break. Father felt Spain was a little droll this year around so he wanted to go somewhere else. We stayed in Rome for a while before traveling to Russia for the rest of the break. We had some business to attend to. Father found that somebody had been taking a profit from his trades. We had to make an example of some men."

Sabriel's poisonous red lips spread wide in a devilish smile. She looped arms with the blonde woman and strolled down the hallways with Freja. "Now tell me, love, what did you do upon your break? "

A broad, sheepish grin spread on Freja's face. She chuckled softly. "I'm fine, really. I'm used to rains much worse and also... cold? You have no idea what cold is, south-European love." She smiled to let Sabriel know that she was half-joking and looked at her colleague with joy. The two very different women had taught last year as well and they had become friends over the year. Freja listened with interest to Sabriel's short story, the smile never leaving her face.

"Wellwellwell, you sure had an interesting summer now, didn't you?" She smirked as they walked down the hallways together. "Rome, geez you spoiled kid. I want to go there sometime as well. But well, what can I say? They don't pay us enough to go to a city as expensive as Rome. I had a good summer though." Her smile turned rather grim as she continued to talk. "I just traveled the British Isles, like usually. Back-pack style so I had to deal with some fabulous rain. Oh, and I lost my tent in a particularly heavy rainstorm about a week ago. That at least made it easier to walk around, but sleeping on muddy ground with a rock for a pillow was a bit too much for a whole week. Therefore I spent the last two days in this cute little B&B, owned by a really sweet elderly couple. They recently lost their son, you know, tragic incident, they suspect it was a sudden stroke... And well..You know... I had done a job during my trip... I recognized his face from the pictures. He left two lovely parents, a wife and three kids. What are the odds, huh?" Freja quickly swallowed and clenched her teeth together. Taking lives itself wasn't hard on her, not anymore. But if she saw their face... No doubt this one would take especially long before he'd stop bothering her at night.

"Cold? You have no idea what cold is."
The words were repeated back to the 2 who were locked in conversation by expirement 666 aka Jynxs. The mockery was of slightly increased volume, when compared to the original statement. Jynxs had risen from the ground behind these two less than 2 seconds prior to their conversation and waite for them to finish speaking to repeat their line. This was made all the more insulting by the cold aura he gave off. Not just that he seemed unintereste in conversation, but that small drops of water were freezing upon people as they neared him.

He was perfectly dry, having not had to cros the weather, yet his greasy black hair hung in his face as if he had received the worst of the weather. Behind the curtain of hair, his glowing purple eyes burrowed fiercely into the women, unblinkingly.

Not giving either of them much chance to respond, and without introducing himself, he whispers something under his breath in parceltounge, and trudges past the women. He moved without any further noise, accept the hissing of parceltounge under his breath, and the hissing of his basilisk, whom followed closely at his heels. He simply moved in the direction of the teacher's lounge.

Its not that Jynxs was trying to be rude, but its difficult to build social skills when your life has been mostly spent within a test tube, surrounded by preservatives. He almost seemed like a high schoo student who just never fit in. Plus he looked young enough to be a student! Who would guess this strange creature would be teaching alongside the people he had just mocked?

Sabriel let out a small chuckle at Freja's words. It was not completely true, she had spent some time in the harshest weathers. Her father was a traveling business man, his services weren't just strictly reserved to the areas of her home Spain. "My, my love. How about next break, you come home with me. We will travel all about, but we shall do it in luxury. There are perks of having wealth, you get paid even more to do the jobs nobody else wants to do." Sabriel said with another chuckle.

She opened her mouth to speak again but Jynxz appeared. She looked at the man with a small quirk of her brow. She eyed him with dis contempt, though she may be a ruthless killer, Sabriel did not enjoy people who lacked manners. Snorting at his words and waving him off, she turned her attention back to Freja. "My, some people have no tact. Anyways, the man. Yes, that is a part of our lives. Do not think about it as such, there was a reason there was a contract placed against him, always remember that," Sabriel said, patting her friends damp arm.

”I guess you kill people too?”

Fen cocked an eyebrow at the question before replying, "Not if it can be helped. More partial to animals really. They run faster and scream less." If this was a bad first impression than it couldn't be helped. Fen didn't actually have a problem with killing people as it was part of his training before coming here, it was just that for the most part humans didn't pose much of a challenge. Taking down a moose is far more satisfying than silencing a human. Alas he found himself here with this future profession laid out for him.

Curiosity overcame him, with a small shift Fen was turned into his more wolfish form. Showing off his claws, Fen said "What is your modus operandi for the murder parts?" If he was going to be making "friends" at this school then he might as well learn how they kill people.

Ellie looked bored as the man explained that he preferred killing animals. Animals weren’t a challenge. They couldn’t think, plan, cheat, steal. It seemed almost not fair. No fun. To watch the life drain out of a person was much more satisfying as far as she knew. Granted she wasn’t a hunter so she hadn’t killed all that many animals in her life, but she couldn’t imagine it being rewarding. As she was about to bid adieu, the man began to change, becoming more… dog like? Odd. She looked at his claws with mild interest, glad that she wasn’t stuck here with a bunch of regular humans. At least a part beast man was more interesting.
”I kill people with water,” Ellie said simply, knowing she sounded unintimidating. ”I would show you but… Well, I’m sure killing other students would be against the rules,” she said, a slight sneer when she said ‘rules’. How she hated being controlled in any sort of manner. She continued to stand before him, hands twitching and curling around each other behind her back restlessly. Then an idea hit her and she smiled deviously. ”But perhaps sparring is not? Maybe we could have a… friendly fight?” she suggested, taking a step closer to the wolf man.