At that moment, the door burst open . . . okay, it squeaked open, because the person behind the door hardly had any strength to even cause a mild bang. "Brother! What did I just say! I knew you were going to do this!" she cried out, marching in front of Cleo with a bit of a glare. She put her hand on Cleo's and stared at him. ". . . mhgh," muttered Cleo and he dropped Penn, unable to fight his sisters disapproving stare. Turning away from the two, he fell down on his bed and crossed his arms, pouting like a child. Kanat put a hand on Penn's shoulders. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I am so sorry for whatever he did. My brother's just a bit disturbed, so please bear with him . . ." Now that she was closer, she saw how badly frightened the other boy was. She clicked her tongue. It either meant this boy was easily frightened, or Cleo had nearly gotten in touch with his darkness again. Either possibility was bad when it came to Cleo. Awkwardly, Kanat did the best she could to soothe the other boy. She drew him into a hug and began patting his head - an action that her mother always used to do whenever she was depressed or scared. "It'll be fine, he won't do it again, I promise." Meanwhile, Cleo snorted and looked at his sister with disgust. Shaking his head, he got out from the bed and slipped out . . . still naked. In any case, he had better things to do . . . now anyway. Stupid fun spoiling sisters . . .

Dexter - The Eternal Struggle Dexter stood there by Ev's side, his face the look of total exctement and his grin was taking up much of his covered face, which was quite an achievement for him. As he stood there, he couldn't help but hope that this person wasn't some sort of interdimensiol travelling demon who was gonna rip his soul to shreds and then laugh as she ate them. If that was the case, he though he'd better run. Then suddenly he was saved! By the most annoying person he had ever met! He looked down at the girl, her whole being baffled him. Her glasses, her voice, HER SIZE! "Is that an oompa loompa reject..." He muttered under his mask, totally confused by the goings on. "oooh paper! Gimme!" And then he had taken the paper, and the struggle had began. His excitement had made him breathe heavily, of course they wouldn't be able to tell since the gas mask would've covered the sound, but now, another problem had arisen. His eye holes were fogged up. He couldn't see a thing, nothing at all, just fog. He stared at the paper, he glared, he shook it, until his fog had disappeared, why, he didn't know himself. He licked his lips as he read it and then realisation dawned. He had a room mate, he'd never had a room mate before, they were supposed to be super awesome. "Ooooh, I've never had a room mate before, are they good huh Ev?" He asked in a quite excited tone, and he even squealed. "LISA! ITS US! WE'Re ROOM MATES!!! WE ARE GONNA BE LIKE BESTIES!" Then he tried hopelessly to calm himself down. "Sorry, excitement, your room mate sounds cool to Evelenia? That's what Ev's short for right?"

The sweat was almost dripping of her forehead as she stared into Rebecca's deep red eyes. Did she notice that she wasn't exactly human after having played like that with the toys. Her mouth went slightly open as she kept staring into her eyes. She felt the trance feeling from before again, she slowly shoved her feet forward shuffeling from right to left. Her eyes looked like they didn't have attention to the suroundings or anything else but just the eyes almost if they didn't have a will on their own. She felt the gentle fingers of Rebecca slowly falling across her cheek hearing only her faint voice. The sound of the party had damaged her ears quite a bit but she could still hear what the girl was trying to say. Only a small nod came from her head as she heared a squaking sound coming from the floor all of the sudden. While shoffeling towards Rebecca she had accidently stepped on one of her toys. A toy rat that was made out of rubber and would squeak when squished it. She shook her head for a minute and tilted her foot lightly up and down to make it squeak a little more. Her entire body dashed down towards the ground, her hands were pounching the poor thing like crazy as she began laughing like a 5 year old that was running around. After a minute or two she was dead tired and lied down on the ground for a minute only to give an apologetic look at Rebecca. She slowly raised herself to her feet again before trying to look away from her out of emberasment again D-d...Did you see it? Her voice went really innocent all of the sudden. She was suppose to hide her true identity as much as she could from the others and she had already messed up after the first day. She stepped closer to Rebecca again suddenly hugging her planting her face in her curves Please d-don't tell anyone! I might get send back home if they know. She started to lightly sob while hugging the girl tightly Please i'll do anything! She ran towards the kitchen getting a glass out of one of the cupboards and filled it with strawberry lemonade, quickly handing it over to Rebecca again while standing right in front if of her Please!

As scary as it was, Rosalyn couldn't help but giggle at Bride's drunken antics. They were pretty funny and most definitely adorable. "Here, let me do it." Rosalyn gentle took the phone from Bride and opened it up, scrolling through until he found Bride's mom's number. He put the phone up to his own ear, wanting to explain the situation first before putting Bride on. When the phone was picked up, he spoke in his cutest, friendliest voice. "Um, is this Bride's mom?" He asked. At the confirmation she continued. "My name is Rosalyn, I'm a new friend of Bride's. Now don't be alarmed, but somebody spiked the punch at the school party tonight and Bride drank some before I could stop her. Now, she is really REALLY drunk right now, but totally safe. I don't know if you want to pick her up, or leave her here or whatever. I'll put her on so you can talk to her." Rosalyn handed the phone to Bride, hoping he had done enough to calm down Bride's mom a little bit. Quincy shot Angela a dirty look, for two reasons. The first, because with his sensitive mouse ears he had heard what she had whispered. The second because she tried once again to soften the situation by using what she thought was her own medical knowledge. "Actually, depending the alcohol tolerance, health, size, and even gender of a person, it sometimes doesn't take much for alcohol poisoning to set it. It also depends on the proof of the alcohol. Which you wouldn't happen to know anything about would you?" He asked, suspicious of the other teacher. He glanced over at the kid who spiked the punch when he spoke. Normally the brother wouldn't be allowed to leave until he had woken up and checked out. But one, Quincy had removed all traces of alcohol so he would be waking up completely sober. And two, Quincy knew he would be fine. "Alright then, you're free to go. Just make sure don't drop him or anything." Quincy set his head down on the table, intent on taking a short nap to restore lost energy. "Why would your brother be a part of this when he's clearly a victim? I'll make sure he doesn't get any punishment for this."

The night ended with drunken students and hangovers all over the place. The staff worked hard into cleaning the puke and mess that they left behind all night. As time went on the next day. The classes shall begin, what will the student learn? What would the staff teacher? It is all up to them but for now they start of early preparing for a new day and hopefully will get along with their roommates. While the ones wake up form their homes getting ready for their new day. (You guys can go ahead my post are taking to long XD)

Waking up early was usually no biggie for Hikoto. He was always on time to wake up, even if his attendance showed that he was occasionally late for classes that began only an hour or two later. This morning was different, partially because Hikoto had only fallen asleep five hours previous. 'Why did I spend 5 hours pacing around my room? Was it the energy drink? Is that even possible? Even after I wore myself down by pacing around for hours and then sleeping, I still feel the energy. Did it mingle with my lightning powers? HAS IT SUPER CHARGED MY ABILITY!? That would be awesome!' Quickly standing up, Hikoto moved his hands to face each-other and began forming some static in between his two forefingers. "If it has super charged me, it'll be noticeable. Very noticeable." The static, which usually lasts for MUCH longer even on an off day, uncharacteristically fizzled out after a few seconds. Disappointed, Hikoto got ready for school. Dressed like he usually was, schoolbag hanging from his right shoulder and his hair only slightly less of a mess than it usually was, Hikoto made his way through the schoolyard, looking for a place to sit near his first period. Hikoto quickly found a place to sit by an old tree that didn't seem to have many people around. 'Just as well. For once I'd like to sit by myself and figure this out.' While he was sure no-one was looking, Hikoto began making more static, always fizzling out before it even got to five seconds. Of course, every possible theory had been analyzed. "Gus" energy drink had 'short circuited' him and now his power was on the fritz, or maybe his power was disappearing altogether. Perhaps he had sweated too much from pacing around and the moistness had made his power flimsy. All of these were, of course, nonsense, but Hikoto needed something to blame. Powers don't just suddenly suck after one night. It doesn't work like that. There has to be a reason, but what?

Bride woke up with a painful headache. “uuhh….” He rubbed his head, everything seemed fuzzy at start but he got a hold of himself and looked around…. He was in his room. He recognized the flower designs and sweet scent of lavender that was placed on his desk. “…w...why..” He wondered why he was there but remembering the night back he drank punch and was with Drew….then everything became a blur. “Did…my drink….was it…” He thought that his drink was drug for an instant it seemed logical but he would have woken up in a completely different area. His head seriously hurt but it wasn’t like before where it was due to illness and surgery so he was able to bear with it. “…What….happened…” He looked at the clock it was 7:20 am… he sighed, he was probably a mess yesterday… Bride got out of his bed; he was wearing the clothes he wore for the party. Still wondering why though he was at home he though of taking a shower. He went to his bathroom; his room was at the attic, as he loved heights. There was a small bathroom for him here. For a few minutes he was done taking a lovely rose scented bubble bath he left his bathroom and changed into a cute white dress with a pair of born shorts and brown boots. He put on his usually and signature flower hair clips and went down stairs. As he went down he say his mom preparing some food, a roasted tomato sandwich and a cup of English breakfast tea. “Mo-morning mom…” Bride muttered out slowly, slowly going down the stairs. “hello dear! You sure look ready to go” His mom smiled sweetly as she down and sip some tea. Bride blushed and sat down as well. “Mom…what happened…yesterday? All I remember was punch then…blank.” He got one piece of sandwich and nibbled it. “Oh your friend Rosa was it helped you, she called me and I picked you up. You sure had a wild night! She is very pretty dear.” His mom nodded and drank more tea. Bride blushed and looked down, this felt a bit awkward for him. “I am glad that you are able to make such a nice friend with her, better that before with those people….” He looked away for a moment to look outside the window. His old friends…’friends’ “Okay mom…” He turned back and ate more of his vegetarian breakfast. He looked around the room and saw a shipment of flowers. “Oh…Pink roses…” he noticed a huge pile of them on the counter. They sort of reminded him of Rosa with her pink hair and Rosa like Rose… “Oh yes, just arrived! I think they would be a great hit! But though if I had my special assistant I am sure we would get more customers to buy them. A little wink should always work” Winking at him for a joke Bride giggled back. He did bring in lots of costumers when he works with his mom. “Sure mom! After school okay!” It seemed the hangover was slowly fading away and Bride was back being back to himself. Hana watched as him mom cooked breakfast for five people, he went home yesterday with his mom worried with the sleeping Iyo. He tried to play it off easily because his mom was to passive to ask any further. Hana woke up earlier than the other so he can take a bath first, having three siblings can be…troublesome with only one bathroom for everyone. He sat on one for the chairs and watched quiet as his mom cooked. It smelled really good and really traditional. He remembered that his mom wanted to own a restaurant but with her accident and unable to walk anymore she became more housewife. “Dear… can you wake up your siblings? It is breakfast time and I don’t want them to be late for school.” EH stood up and walked towards three bedrooms. He didn’t really like talking to his mom not like he hated her it was just that he felt weak with emotions. He carefully opened one door and it was his youngest sibling Taiko, a three year old with white hair and yellow eyes just like his dad. He picked up the sleeping three year old and placed him down on the high chair that was already there. Taiko was a heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything. Then he quietly walked to room in the middle and that was his little sister Mikara. She was 11 with black hair and grey eyes and was already going to be in high school, she is a really smart girl and skipped a lot of grades but she still acts like kid. Hana poked her forehead many times until she woke up. “Ooyy!! Onii chan!! To early!!” She shouted and pulling up her covers but Hana insisted to poke her fore head. “Oy! Wake up! Mom wants us to eat breakfast already! She said it omelets rice…” Mikara sighed and pulled down the covers she slowly while rubbing her head towards the dining room where her mom and lil baby bro was. Hana then went towards the last door, where he and Iyo sleep. He shared room with him with the lack of rooms ever since Taiko was born. His dad instead him to share a room with Iyo…as much he hated it he actually did it. He entered the very odd traditional Japanese bedroom to see his little twin brother sleeping on one of the futons. The reason why that room was more traditional then the other rooms was because it was used before as a tearoom before he was born. Iyo was all rolled out on the futon, even the blanket was not there anymore and Hana could see drool coming down his mouth. “…ugh…” Hana disgusted by seeing that he slowly walked towards Iyo and lightly tap him on the stomach using his foot. “Wake up!! You had your beauty rest! Come on!!” Iyo grumbled at sleep but Han slowly losing his patience picked Iyo by the wait and carried him to the table. Iyo woke up suddenly being carried by his big bro had to shout. “HANA!! Let go of me!!” Iyo shouted and squirmed but his brother was to strong, he hated being woken up by him and wished it was his mom instead. Iyo then was placed down carefully on a chair and the Hana sat beside him. “Alright princess!” Mikara giggled as Iyo was called that. “Shut up Mika!” Iyo blushed and looked away puffing out his cheeks. He didn’t really bother to ask Hana about what happened last night or because it just left his mind immediately. “Iyo, don’t do that in front of Taiko…” His mom said worryingly as she put a plate of grilled fish with teriyaki sauce on it. Taiko who was still asleep on the high chair woke up and saw his mom and smile distantly. “Mama!” He tried for a hug but couldn’t because of the high chair. Hana chuckled while Iyo laughed at their little brothers attempt for a hug. It was almost like a casual morning for the two twins. “Okay breakfast is done.” Their mom said after putting the last plate of grilled peppers and leeks on the table. Everyone got their chopstick while their mom picked up a small bowl of corn and peas with chicken in it for Taiko. “Itadakimasu!” They all said clapping their hands together and began eating. Their mom didn’t eat first; she feed Taiko with spoon fulls of mushed corn and grilled chicken. Iyo ate slowly, enjoying his mom’s cooking while Hana ate with big chunks almost eating most of the grilled fish with huge bites. Mikara ate in a regular pace. “Oh Mikara, you are finally in high school right… so that mean I will be seeing you a lot in school now!” Iyo said with a big smile. Mikara nodded and drank some mango juice. “Yup! I will be seeing my big bros now! That means I can shout at you finally shout at you guys in public for stealing my skirts and underwear” Mikara was not happy that her two…Two older brothers were stealing her panties and skirt for their…weird stuff. “ Iyo just blushed and looked away while eating some grilled leek while Hana sighed with embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry sis but we are odler that means we can do whatever we want with your stuff.” Mikara was not happy with that wand wanted to throw chopsticks at Hana. He stood ina fighting position ready for his sister wrath. Iyo moved back avoiding the clash course of destruction. “Hana, don’t say that, it is her stuff….Mikara no violence please…” Their mom said with a frail voice, the two looked at their mom and stopped before anything bad could happen. They knew that their mom couldn’t stop the two of them with her state so they did really have to stop. “Sorry mom…” Hana sighed and went back to eating quietly while Mikara did as well. Iyo ate quietly as well causing an odd silence until Taiko spoke. “Pwenguin!!” Taiko wanted a hug from Hana; Hana broke out to a smile and shrugged his shoulders while Iyo just laughed at the site. It was a casual day for the twin brothers. Penn woke up at the bathroom; he remembered the night that happened and he was immediately terrified of it. He did remembered running into the bathroom and locking it. He was scared of the creep of course. He didn’t know why though he choose to hide and stay at the bathroom but he was just that scared and that girl…. She helped him before that creep could have…. Penn shook his head to stop thinking deeper than that. He had to thank her but he was to traumatize to even say anything. He stood up from he cold floor and stretched his back. His stomach growled loudly, he didn’t really have any dinner except for that watermelon candy he had. Penn walked towards the door and opened it but stop. He had hope that his...roommate was not there so no more traumatizing evens will happen gain. He stepped back and sighed sadly…he was craving to eat some macaroni and cheese. “Great…stuck here…” Then his phone rang; it played a cutesy melody as to show he was receiving a phone call. He got it and unlock then gave the greeting to whoever it was but usually it was his manager. “Hello?” A blank like voice answered. “Penn. Its me.” Tit was defiantly his manager, his manager was the only guy that he is never afraid of, he trust him and that guy has been with him ever since he was a kid. “Oh Vow! Morning um…what is it?” Penn asked, wondering why he called, he heard him sigh. “Dead line tomorrow remember that, also you got book for autograph signing later that day.” Penn grunted with frustration, the life of a mangaka…and people think that Mico Mico is a girl… “Okay…I finished what I have done you can pick it up and also might brining my wig? For the signing?” Penn asked as he paced the bathroom. “Yes, I will be there at 4:00 pm see you late Penn.” With those words Vow left the call before Penn could say goodbye. He knew that Vow was like that, strict and tough but he knew he had reasons to do so. For a while Penn decided to get a shower, he needed it after that night. He undressed and went in the shower, turning on the hot water he left the warmth take over and let him relax for another hectic day but though he forgot one thing… he forgot to lock the door. Rain woke up on the floor, he wonder how he got there though because he was sleeping at the top bunk. He stood up quickly and looked around the room, he grabbed on of his favorite plushie. a donut plushie from the floor and bi6t it like a donut. It showed that he was kind of…hungry. “Hungry…need…food…” he walked towards the kitchenette and looked at it once more. Rain…is special in a way, something you called as a Resonance man as he was talented in many things…many as mean a lot. He can cook, paint, fence, dance, write, math, chess…a lot of things but though he was slow minded and well didn’t do well with other sports like soccer….he always ends up in the goal instead of the ball for weird reasons. He continued to but the doll while he got out some eggs and herbs with other ingredients as well. He was going to make breakfast, as he was indeed hungry. As he continued to bit on his doll he started boil water as he was going to make poach eggs with a lemon herb sauce and a sweet potato frittatas on the side. Rain was defiantly a talented young man but just how he worked and how thing go for him people think he is just a stupid being. As the room was filled with a scent of delicious cooking Rain just continues to cook with his blank faced and his doll. He missed Iyo though, he wanted to hug him and play with his fluffy hair….that was one of the favorite things about Rain liked about Iyo. He smiled and continued cooking.

Lisa Lisa leaned against the wall outside the dorm building, breathing a little heavy after her morning run. She had a habit of rising before the sun, which is why she had insisted on taking the bottom bunk in the room. Bunk beds... Just making everything difficult. She thought to herself, looking up at the horizon as the sun started showing in the sky. She reached into her belt pack and took out a small bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink. Lilly "I wonder when she'll wake up?" Lilly said out loud, waiting patiently outside of Kat's door. Since she was a ghost, she didn't sleep, and consequently tended to get bored at night. She had amused herself for a few hours by exploring the school, but it wasn't really all that interesting so far, so she had eventually devolved to playing word games with herself to pass the time. She had also snuck into the room of that woman who had tried to seduce Kat and moved everything on her shelves to a different shelf while she was sleeping. "Serves her right," she said, giggling a bit, "Trying to steal my friend."

The sun beat its warm, yellowish-white rays right on Roanesca's drool-drenched face. A surprise bitch-slap it was, this caused her to rise but not shine, thanks to the lack of sleep brought on by hours of unpacking hoarded items and other luggage (but mostly hoarded items). The bandage around her head, which was put on as a result of banging her head on the upper bunk bed right in the middle of lunging towards the bed to take a good night's rest, has become slightly unraveled. It hurts, but as with most other injuries, not so much anymore. But it's still a bad feeling to wake up to, alongside being forced to cut a natural and peaceful sleep short. Damn it, 7 AM. Classes are still at nine o'clock. Roanesca set her foot to the floor. And this drool. Luckily, my hair doesn't need a fix. ..and set her steps to the bathroom's sink, taking her toothbrush with her. After a few minutes of minor personal hygiene, the girl stopped to take a short, impressed look at this impressively neat and spacious dormitory room.Whoever owns this must've been an incredibly rich bastard. They've got everything: a flatscreen TV, the kitchen, everything. This isn't Orean Cause. This is the Orean Hotel. All this personal space for myself, all for fr- Roanesca suddenly remembered she has a roommate. Ren... Ren... Ren Aoi. Let me take a little peek at her face, I'll judge. Roanesca shot a glance on the upper bunk bed. She saw the Ren Aoi with an energetic attitude, a girl who has the talent of athleticism and an orientation on optimism and positivity. And since Ren Aoi is a girl, she might (least likely assumption ahead!) have no obsession over salamanders. Might.

"HHHHHYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA!" A fierce battle cry escaped Rosalyn's lips as his opponent's heavy broad sword swung down at him in a motion meant to slice him in two. His pink hair was tied back in a neat, practical, single braid, making it much harder to grab onto. He was wearing the Battleblood women's traditional battle gear. This was it, this was what Rosalyn had been dreading every since he became old enough to fight. Finally he had been chosen to fight in a war. He danced out of the way the broad sword, his own weapon at the ready. The Battleblood traditional weapon a combination double sided battle axe and spear wielded one handed by using their immense strength. The man he was fighting was big and strong, but sloppy. Rosalyn easily found an opening, grabbed the axe with both hands, and swung as hard as he could. He could feel it as axe tore through armor, skin, bones, muscle, and organ like it was all paper. This was the strength the Battleblood prized so much. But an instant before the light left his opponents eyes. It turned into Bride. Rosalyn woke with a start, bolting upright as he came out of the nightmare. Panic surged through him as he didn't recognize the place he was in. The adrenaline started to stop and his mind came back. He was in his new dorm on the bottom bunk of the bed he shared with his roommate. He let out a small sigh of relief and looked at the clock. It was five and classes didn't start until nine. Perfect. Rosalyn slipped out of bed and stepped silently across the floor. He had already gotten settled into the dorm in the terms of all his stuff had a place. His family banner hung in what he referred to as his territory. The kitchenette. Sure Drew could use it, but if he messed with her kitchen stuff, he'd die. Rosalyn collected a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom, intelligently locking the door behind him. He got entirely ready before leaving that bathroom, everything including makeup took about an hour. Ignoring her roommate whether he's up by then or not, Rosalyn heads to the kitchenette and starts on today's lunch. He decided to go for something bento box style, filling each one a little bit differently. Bride got a lot of pickled vegetables and rice, with a little bit of egg thrown in because Rosalyn wasn't sure how much of a vegetarian he was. Rosalyn's still had the rice and a few pickled vegetables, but his was mostly egg. He needed the protein from it. All the vegetables had been cut into cute little flowers, something he hoped Bride liked. For desert was the lemon bars he had made last night. There was still some of everything left when Rosalyn was done. Usually he'd put it in the fridge and use it later. But he decided to be nice to his roommate and packed the leftovers up for him. With that done it was only seven and Rosalyn didn't need to head down to school yet. So he decided on settling down on the couch with one of his romance novels. Yesterday had been one of those bad days, so Leon had expecting it would still be a below average today. But when he woke up, he almost cheered. He could instantly feel it, it was one of those rare good days. Usually he had to force himself out of bed, but today he just sat up instantly, no dizziness, no nausea, no nothing. With a giddy smile Leon got out of bed and practically skipped down to the bathroom to get ready. Coming out just half an hour later ready to go. It usually took him much longer than that. It was the first time in a long time he had some actually energy. He went downstairs to the kitchen to see what was for breakfast and was about as surprised as his parents were to see him up and ready already. Pancakes and bacon, Leon's favorite breakfast, but one that wasn't good for him to eat very often. His dad, who was the one who actually knew how to cook, only made it on special occasions. "What's the occasion?" He asked as he took a seat at the table. His parents didn't ask about what Leon was doing down so early, they knew. Breakfast wasn't ready yet so Leon was going to have to wait. But until then he could talk with his parents. "We hit the halfway mark. And you know what that means." His mother said with a giddy grin. Leon smiled too, for the first time in a while, a spark of hope flashed inside of him. Once somebody got to the halfway mark trying to raise money for a cure, there were certain companies, similar to Make a Wish, that would match that half and help you save the person you were trying to save. It was just a matter of finding the right place. His parents had probably sent in their information the moment they hit the halfway mark. Today was going to be a good day. That marked hangover patient number four and Quincy wrote it down in a file. He wanted to show Angela and the kid that spiked the punch what kind of damage he had done. School didn't start for two hours, and he was already worn out. Four patients that he had extracted the toxins from so they could go about their days normally. Of course he had to do it discreetly, but that was easy when the patient wasn't part of the magical world. With a tired sigh, Quincy set his head down on his desk, intent on getting in a quick nap. But the sound of footsteps approaching said otherwise. With a groan the mouse lifted his head again and waited for patient number five to arrive. If this happened all day, somebody was going to die. And it would be either him, or the kid who spiked the punch. Probably him.

Whether her roommate was already up or not didn't really matter to Kat. Introductions could come later, right now, Kat just felt the need of taking some fresh air. She took a shower, prepped up, dressed up and left the dorm room pretty early, about 6 AM. Who she found outside was a bit surprising. It still sent a chill down her spine every time she saw her, but she was more or less getting accustomed to her. Last night she couldn't react as sharply as last time because of whatever that Rebecca girl had done, but now, well, at the very least, she was stuttering. "H-Hey, Lilly! W-were you waiting here long?" Kat asked her, feeling a bit stiff. She then turned around and was about to walk to the cafeteria. "W-Wanna come with me to the cafeteria?" Though she was so nervous she barely waited for an answer before she walked away like a robot because of her nervousness. Well, it's not everyday that you get to try and surpass one of your childhood traumas, so why not try today? "S-So, Lilly, h-how did you become a ghost?" Her voice in the last part of her question became really high pitched, showing just how nervous she really was. "I-If you don't mind me asking.... I-I can also tell you how I got my phobia for... ya know, ghosts..." Of course, it wasn't a pretty memory, but it seemed fair to do so, at the very least. Drew woke up at 5:30, given that he couldn't go back to sleep after he heard his roommate shiffling around. Well, he was grateful that she didn't shut him out of the room. He climbed down his bed and stretched out a bit. Damn, was it early. He usually liked to sleep until 8:00, but he was the kind of guy that couldn't go back to sleep after waking up once. Well, what to do now? His cute roommate was in the bathroom probably getting ready for the day, so taking a shower was out of the question. Of course, if his roommate was a guy, he'd probably just stumble in and take his shower without worrying about the other guy, but he had to at least seem a bit respectable in front of the girl. He looked at the wall he had stuck all of his sceneary photos too. They were really pretty, and he felt proud of them every time he looked at them, but of course, they were nothing like his stash of treasures. Well, he could at the very least, go see the sceneary from the rooftop. He was sure it would be beautiful, at that time of the day. He grabbed his camera, put on a pair of slippers and walked out of the room. It was pretty calm, to be honest, his mind could be at ease. Even if he was a pervert, even Drew needed some time to put together his thoughts. This calm time was the best to do just so. He arrived to the rooftop and looked at the horizon while sighing with relief. "Before a whole day of trying to look under skirts and trying to get cleavage shots, this is really the best." Drew took his camera and started shooting away, taking several photos. Though there was a rack covering the rooftop, the view was still spectacular. After feeling he had gotten enough photos, he nodded to himself and headed back down. It was about 7 when he got back to his room. The first thing he saw was is roommate sitting in the couch, reading something. It was another great photo opportunity. Before saying anything else, or letting Rosa protest, he took a photo of her. The sound of the shutter might have alerted Rosa of his presence, though. "Good morning, roomie. Sleep well? I hope you did. Care for some coffee?" Drew said, going into the kitchen. Though the battle banner hung up the wall screamed things like 'get out', he didn't mind it at all. "I can't cook anything, but I may very well be a coffee artisan, you know? It's one of my good points, besides being a pervert." Drew said, as he started making the coffee with some coffee beans he had brought with him. He was done rather quickly and poured some for himself in a cup, and set another one for Rosa, in case she wanted some. If not, well, more for him then. Drew was also sure that Rosa knew where to find sugar and cream if she wanted some. He drank his coffee about as fast as he made it and left the cup in the sink. "Well, I'm going to take a bath. You are welcome to come peeking if you want, cause I wouldn't mind at all." Drew smiled at Rosa and then went to the bathroom, not locking the door behind him. He always meant what he said, after all. Angela still felt guilty about yesterday. Maybe Quincy was really struggling with the students that got a hangover? What if he died because he overworked himself? Wouldn't that be her fault? Yeah, it totally would. She hurried to the infirmary, to check on Quincy. If the school nurse passed out, then what would happen next? Who would help the hungover students? Maybe Angela could, but she couldn't get away with a convenient excuse as 'I'm the nurse, I know what I'm doing'. There was always the possibility that Quincy was exaggerating, yes, but Angela wasn't the medical expert there. After a while, she finally found herself in front of the infirmary, and she saw how one poor soul stepped into the infirmary with a sickish look in their face. Now Angela really felt bad about it. She followed after the student and went into the infirmary, to find Quincy with an annoyed look in his face, or well, that's how Angela saw it. "Good morning, mister Quincy... Um, you seem to need some help, so I came to see what I could do to help out... If you don't mind my meddling into this situation, of course." Angela did her best to smile, but the feeling of guilt didn't let her.

Evelyn - This Means War/Red Asphalt Wait.....wait wait wait wait wait... Did Dex just say, no, he pretty much blurted it out to the whole fucking world who his roomie was, and unfortunately for Ev, Dexy's new roomie wasn't the Midnight Runners but Lisa...HER LISA OF ALL PEOPLE!!! She...she didn't know what to think...except maybe murdering this guy in cold blood right then and there. No, no, too yandere! "So uh....c-cool hehe... You got yourself a roomie now, huh Dex? That's uh...yeah, that's...I guess that's rad." Rad?! He's sleeping in the same room as Lis! That's fucked up! Okay okay, chill Ev. He's just some dude...who has some sick tastes..in music..and movies..and maybe games. There's no need to be dropping bombs on his ass yet... Just as long as he doesn't do anything to piss me off...oh wait...he did already. Letting out a short, stifled yawn she stretched , giving a halfhearted smile to Dex and Lisa before setting her arms down by her sides, "Anyways....I gotta bail for the night. Classes are gonna be murder in the morning, and my roommate, judging my luck, he's a dick." Before she left, she ruffled Lisa's hair with a wry chuckle and bid her farewells to them both, "Have fun with your new roomie, Lis. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Maybe we can hang if you guys got free period or something. Anyways, laters." And so she waved goodbye, trudging back to the dorm hall with a permanent scowl practically glued to her face, muttering to herself viciously and incoherently about how she didn't get a room by herself....or even with Lisa, but probably some douchecake, a guy, she hated guys...well...if they were assholes who were only out for a piece of tail. With a gruff sigh she threw her door open and ambled in kicking off her converse nonchalant. Her roomie was already there, his lazy ass in bed where it should be, his bed of course. Huh...must've fixed the room up while she was gone, replacing the two twin beds with bunk beds, and his selfish ass already got the top bunk! Oh yeah...this is gonna be grrrreeeeeaaatttt.....fuck no.Slipping out of her jeans and her button up shirt, she was only left in a black pair of panties with a white pentagram emblazoned on the side and a Butcher Babies tank top that looked plain whit but spattered in blood. She threw back the covers of her bed with another bitter huff of warm air and slipped under them, crashing her head against the flat-as-hell pillows the damn school gave her and slowly but surely...drifting off into dreams.....or rather..... You should have known The Price of Evil And it hurts to know that you belong here No one to call Everybody to Fear Your Tragic Fate is Looking so Clear...... IT'S YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARE The same one....the same fucking horrible dream that plagued her mind night after night, and every gruesome, tantalizing detail Ev could remember down to a tee. There she was again, the same, dark haunted forest, the same fearsome storm raging above, with lightning flashing and thunder growling everywhere around her, her entire body soaked to the marrow in a cold, chilling rain as she ran through the thicket of black, towering trees creaking and moaning in the fierce, roaring winds forming icicles on her flesh and racking her body...with some horrific, unspeakable agony. I...I have to get out of here! I have to keep running! It's not real! It's not real! Those were the only thoughts racing through her minds, frantically her heart pounding against her chest, threatening to break through her rib cage, sweat...no...that wasn't sweat pouring down her face...it...it was BLOOD!! She kept running, there was something chasing her, something she couldn't see beyond the endless veil of darkness engulfing the wicked forest of withering pines and ashes, but she could sense it, she could feel it, the malevolent, malicious force coming forth to devour her. No go away! Leave me alone! Just fucking leave me alone!! The forest had ended, and soon...Evelyn found herself in the middle of a road, a stretch of asphalt that seemed to cut through this forsaken thicket enshrouded in black fog and foul smelling rain. She heard a sound, that of a little girl's playful giggle, her eyes, widened with horror and brimming hot with tears, skimming towards the source of bone-chilling laughter. There she was, playing...in the middle of the road...with a cute little puppy. The sight, it would have been innocent, welcomed almost...if...if only this were a dream...and not the unwelcomed terrors that assaulted Ev's mind every night. Just as predicted, here it came, thundering relentlessly down the road, a bright gleam of pure, burning white light raping her eyes, a horrific wail assaulting her ears like the screech of a banshee from her cold sepulcher, along with the eerie, demonic growl of some gargantuan mechanism....a machine constructed only to kill and to destroy.... And so her eyes beheld it, the large, black semi-truck loaded for bear and screaming down the highway as some ravenous beast...and...she only knew who this beast came to ravage. Quickly she turned her eyes with a horrific shriek of her own, feeling it....the warm, viscous spatter against her flesh....of blood....of flesh...of sinew and carrion....things that should belong to a sweet and innocent little girl...now the latest victim...of highway fatality..... ------------------------------ "NO!!!" She jolted awake shaking like a leaf, her skin clammy and sticky with intense, fearful perspiration. No surprise her bedsheets were soaked as well. Why....why this dream dammit? What did it even mean? And why....why did it have to come into her mind...every damn night? For the answer....Ev had no time to search. With bleary eyes blinking at her alarm clock, she noticed it was already 8:00 AM, good, just enough time to get ready before classes started. Rummaging out of bed she stretched and yawned, shuffling her feet on the way to the shower. She was only in there for a few minutes, and mostly she just laid her head against the cool tiles and let the soothing heat of the water cascade down her neck and her shoulders. Afterwards, she dried off and got dressed in her outfit for the day, leaving her hair a mess as always and overdoing her eyeshadow...per usual. There, she was ready now...well for the day at least. She wasn't looking forward to all the classes she was signed up for, but hell...maybe she'd catch up with Lis again, and maybe Dex. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Rebecca - Beast Within the Beauty/Cruel Fate Rebecca's lips curved into the most mischievous and alluring of smirks she could ever muster upon hearing the adorable pleas of her prey, ah...sweet music to the lustful woman's ears, a charming melody that gave her perfect incentive to resume her....nightly plans. She almost felt sympathetic for the poor soul, caught in the dilemma of exposing her inhumanity to another, but of course she had no idea whatsoever the woman in her presence...wasn't quite human either. As sweet Vicy nuzzled her once more, ever so needing of her, wrapping those tiny arms once more around the woman's curvaceous hips. Rebecca, she could only smile so deviously at this notion, a perfect excuse laid in her lap...by the most perfect of her targets. ~"Mmmmm..you'll do anything my dear?"~ She whispered into the girl's ear with an insatiable, seductive heat upon her breath cascading down her tender neck, teasing her with the tip of her finger slipping across the girl's quivering lips. ~"I don't know, sweetie."~ Her voice, ever lulling, but ever teasing as well, all while she stared hungrily into those cute eyes she adored. ~"This is quite the naughty little secret you wish me to keep. It will take...quite a bit to keep my tongue from slipping. Ah, but you are so adorable, so innocent, my sweet little Vicy. What a shame it would be for me to betray your trust, the one you adore...as much as I long for you..."~ She giggled softly, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss upon Victorica's forehead, catching but a small taste of her skin upon her lips, practically swooning inside at the delicate touch. Aahhh...she tastes so divine. No more...I must have her now! Yes...yes she will be mine this night...no...mine always! But then...a bit daring it was....her lips found their way...to Victorica's own. The kiss, it was short, brief yes, but oh so wonderful as her lips tingled with excitement of the likes she hadn't felt in ages. With another sultry, mischievous snicker, she resumed wooing the lovely darling further into her charms, ~"Mhmhmmm...perhaps we could reach a...small arrangement for keeping me quiet, but only if you are willing my dearest. You can trust me, can you not? I mean...who better to confide your deepest secrets in...than your lovely elder sis, hmm?"~ Yes...that's a good girl, my adorable Victorica. Now...give your mistress that which she desires, that which courses so sweet, so red and abundant through your veins. Let it pass my lips and quell my tongue from divulging your darkest of secrets. Oh sweet sustenance, it shall be mine, as will you, for this night...no...forever...you will be mine, my darling. My precious thrall, forever you shall serve me in body...and in spirit...forever... Inching closer to her neck now, Rebecca could feel it and no longer could she resist it. In that moment, her fangs extended beyond their normal length, becoming vicious, ivory daggers that glinted ill in the moonlight pouring into the room from the open window, and her eyes...once that beautiful shade of rose that could charm any reluctant darling into her grasp...they too had shifted for the worse, bleeding into a dark, glowing hue of crimson, just as the nectar she was soon to feast upon. ~"Do not fear, my love..."~ Her whispers, still sweet but hot and ravenous with a dark, silky, malicious tone. ~"I assure you it won't hurt....much.."~ And with that, her fangs began to sink into the meat of poor Vicy's neck, caught in the woman's grasp, ensnared by a seductive web...only for the black widow that was Rebecca to feast upon her...but...before the woman's fangs ever broke skin..... Something changed in her.... Her fangs receded back into her mouth and suddenly she released Victorica from her arms, slipping them back to her sides and going limp, falling to her knees before the young cat girl and shivering damn near uncontrollably. What...what was happening to her? This...this never occurred at all when she fed, but...this girl.....there was something...something about her aura....that repelled the woman's beastly hunger. I...wh...what's happening to me? Never have I experienced such a force. It's....it's as though my appetite.... has been soured. I...m-my urge to feed....it is gone from me. All because....I....s-she....no! As the wicked red faded back into innocent shades of rose, a few tears streamed down her cold, pale cheeks while she staggered to her feet, backing away from Victorica...and making for the door stuttering, her voice quavering....with what appeared to be....regret, ~"N-no I.....I didn't mean to....My love, I'm sorry!"~ She cried and quickly she bolted through the door, racing down the hall...away from Vicy's room... the tears never ceasing to fall and stain her lovely crimson dress. Twas clear, crystal clarity why she ceased her sudden urge to devour the girl.... Now I realize.....why I was drawn to her.... She....she reminds me so much of you, my darling....in every way possible.... It's as though....you've come back for me. Tell me if it is true my love. Send forth a sign, a vision from the enlightened heavens...that you are among me again... My love, my eternal paramour....my sweet...darling....Lucille... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (YEARS AGO) ~"Ah, there you are, sweetie! Why are you hiding from me?"~ Rebecca had no idea where the cute brunette had gone, and so tirelessly she scoured the endless garden of roses, the sweet, savory aroma of so many wonderful flowers, of such dazzling colors wafting amidst the cool breeze of early April kissing her fair skin just as the bright morning sun above casting its warmth across the lavish abode of a Lord Vladimir Harken. His daughter, Lucille Harken, she was a beauty of course, a lovely noble maiden it had been Rebecca's honor and privilege to become her friend, her maid....and her lover. But something felt odd about the girl, now being dodgy, apprehensive of the woman's presence. Rebecca feared...she must have done something to perturb her gorgeous mate. Finally, she had found the girl, as always tending to the beautiful roses she cherished so much in her family's private gardens. "O-oh....Hi..m-mistress." Shakily Lucille answered her soothing call. That name, funny how the true mistress was giving it to her maid, but alas...it was common to Rebecca now to be called such by...her own thrall. "I-I'm sorry" ~"No, my dear. It is I who should be sorry."~ Rebecca cut in quickly, but with a sincere tone to her voice. ~"For whatever I have done to disturb you, I...I apologize."~ "B-but Rebecca..." Lucille chimed, and to her lady's surprise, a most cheerful of smiles crossed those soft, pale lips of hers, lips Rebecca longed to feel against her own, but at least a peck on her cheek from the lovely maiden sufficed. "You have done nothing to chide me, my sweet. In fact, all that you have done....is made me happy these few years we have shared together....but...." And then...sadness, it befell her voice, turned that lovely smile, contorting it into a most grievous frown, Rebecca's eyebrows furrowing at this odd shift in the girl's behavior, but then....came those words.... "I'm afraid......I'm afraid that our time....must be at it's end. Rebecca...." Her face turned from the woman, yet Rebecca could feel her pain emanating against her, the sorrow just accenting every word she spoke in tearful, broken whimpers, "I....I don't know how to say this to you.....and so....that is why I hid.... Because I....I was so afraid to tell you this..." ~"Then tell me, my love!"~ Rebecca uttered almost frantically, her hands reaching for the girl's slim shoulders and twirling her around to face her, to stare into eyes that were also stained with tears. ~"Tell me why you have been avoiding me all these days! Lucille, I must know!"~ But.....did she really.....really want to know why Lucille had been acting so strange? If only....she could have covered her ears....blocked those horrible words, that one vile sentence from ever shattering the sanctity around her, robbing her blind of her joy and skewering her through the heart with a searing, hot blade.....but....soon those very words she wished never to hear....they were spoken in one...frail....whisper, "Rebecca.....I.....I'm dying....." ~"No......"~ Rebecca breathed silently, her hand now reaching for her chest, as if her heart....had ceased to undulate. ~"Lucille no...no....you're not. Tell me you're lying! Tell me this is just a sick game you are playing, that it is just fantasy! Please, do not tell me this to be true, my love!"~ She couldn't help but think this was a ruse, that Lucille was merely bothered by...something else...and this....this was just some grim excuse she made up, but no....it was the truth. "I....I'm so...sorry Re...Rebecca!" Suddenly Lucille threw her arms around Rebecca, burying her face into the soft velour of her gown and sobbing ever inconsolable into the woman's bosom, and Rebecca....she too wept without end, cuddling the poor, withered soul closer to her, never wishing once to let go...in more ways than one. "We...we've tried all that we could. Father, he's spent so much to find....a cure for this wretched ailment that consumes me....but....it was all for naught. Soon.....soon I shall pass, and.....l-leave you behind...." ~"N-no my dear.....you shall not leave me... Even as a flower, so beautiful and fragant, even as it withers into ashes, part of it....always remains....and that part....I shall carry with me....forever my darling... Even...if fate is to separate us.... You shall always belong to me, Lucille..."~ "Rebecca....I....I love you...." ~"And I love you, my sweet, my darling Lucille....forever....."~ That very night, she laid with her beloved for one last time, showering Lucille with every ounce of her warmth, her affection, every bit of love she could bring forth from a cracked, aching heart, giving every inch of it away...all to her...all to her Lucille... And the morning that followed.....she passed..... By then....Rebecca had vanished from the manner of Lord Harken, never to be seen or heard from...ever again. The only trace of her existence being that of one of the many beautiful roses, now withering and black, laid upon the very bed she and her darling Lucille had shared together...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (PRESENT DAY) Ugh...what a terrible night plagued with memories, a night that saw barely an ounce of sleep for the tiresome Nosferatu, rising from her bed clad only in a silk, pink negligee and her sexy panties, the fabric so sheer it was practically see through. Rubbing her eyes and giving a yawn and a stretch, Rebecca stumbled about her dorm room. It seems her roommate was up, and to her misfortune....she, who the girl Rebecca assumed this mysterious Rain was, happened to be...a he. Typical.... She sighed on the inside. Luckily she did have the modesty to wear pajamas, instead of her usual and much prefered way of sleeping.....stark naked. Oh well, might as well be friendly with this one. Men's blood, it didn't taste as sweet and savory as a woman's, but....it would suffice. ~"Hello deary." <3~ She chimed warmly to Rain while resting agaisnt the small counter of the kitchenette, a generous portion of her cleavage exposed while she did so unintentionally. ~"I didn't expect to find you awake so early. May I ask what you are making? It's smells so delightful."~ Indeed it did, and Rebecca had to admit though blood was her only sustenance, she did enjoy the food of mortals, and just by the decadent scent lingering in her nostrils, she could tell her roommate was quite the cook. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matthias - Now is the Winter of Our Discontent "Ugh....." To say that the grumpy, hung-over art teacher hated mornings would be an understatement. In fact, Matthias utterly LOATHED, DESPISED, DETESTED, ABSOLUTELY ABHORRED mornings, which was why instead of joining the other teachers and faculty in the teacher's lounge for an early morning breakfast, he was sitting at his desk, a thermos of coffee sweetened with hazelnut creamer, non dairy, and in the other, two ibuprofen he briskly shoved down his gullet and chased with a gulp of hot coffee scorching his tongue, not that he cared, because a burn was much more tolerable....than what he was dealing with now. "Next time I find that fucking nurse, I'm gonna garrote him to death with a piano wire. <.< I simply asked for some damn painkillers, not for the dipwad to knock me out!" He scowled grumbling to himself. "Oh yay....the first day of classes. Now I get to start knuckling down and shattering dreams left and right. Matthias, let this be a day your students will forever rue, the snot nosed little bastards- eh...what's this?" And so something was brought to his attention, a small note left on his desk, by that perky school courier no less. Seriously, she could've doubled for the Lolipop Guild as much of a midget she was. Picking up the note, Matthias skimmed over it with drooping, bloodshot eyes, all while he sipped his coffee.....but once he read to the end of the note, "PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He ended up spitting his coffee all over his desk before going into one hell of a tirade, "WHAT?!!!!! WHO THE HELL AUTHORIZED THIS?!!!! I WANT TO KNOW RIGHT NOW WHO THE FUCK SAID I NEEDED THIS!!!! I COULD JUST RING THEIR FAT LITTLE NECKS THOSE STUFFED SHIRTS AT THE SCHOOL BOARD!!!!! GAAAAAAHHHH I BETTER BE GETTING PAID DOUBLE MY TENURE FOR THIS BECAUSE GOD, GODS OR WHOSOEVER HELP ME, I AM NOT LETTING THIS SLIP BY WITHOUT RINGING THEIR BELLS THOSE BASTARDS!!!!!!!"

Hana ran out of the house with his favorite red bike with him, leaving the front gate he got on with his backpack on and left but with shouting first. “Bye mom!! See you later! Thanks for the meal!!” Hana shouted as he left for school. Iyo slowly walked out of the front gate and sighed from his twin brother’s idiotic. “Bye mom, I will be going now!” He waved at his mom was now sitting at the porch holding his baby brother with a bottle in her hands. “Okay dear, be safe and also keep an eye on your sister okay?” Iyo nodded as he went towards to school, his sister left a bit early than the two only because she was excited for the first day of her high school life. As Iyo walked slowly he began to wonder a bit, maybe it a good time to change. He got a feeling it may be better change how he is now for a new start. He didn’t know why he was thinking of that but maybe it was being a twin brother of a delinquent how brings trouble to him it may be the reason why. And with Mikara going as we'll he fear that some people may try to hurt her. ------------------------------------ After 30 mins for so he was at school, he entered the school gates and looked around he wasn’t sure what he will do since he had to wait for a while until classes start. He sat down on one for the benches and took out one of his mom sandwiches. He loved eating her food and it always comforted him. He took a bite out of the egg salad sandwich and patiently waited for class to start. Hana in the other hand was outside the office of the dreaded art teacher. He did went to the office to see his punishment but he have heard…he had to help Professor gray for one day at anything he wanted….anything. Hana shivered wondering what would happen to him. He hesitated before knocking a lot but he had to deal with it…only for one day… Knock knock Hana knocked quietly and took one last breath of air until hell starts. “Hello? Um…. Ya..eehhh…I got some bad news to you…” Defiantly bad news for the two, no way he wants to spend the whole day with that guy… he rather listen to beiber all day than stay near him. Good luck to him. Rain looked beside him as his roommate woke up, it was a pretty girl but never really interested him. He may be to clueless to see a practically half naked girl in front of him but that is how Rain worked. “Poach eggs…with….lemon sauce…sweet p-o…potato…frittatas.” He struggled with his words, as it was very early in the morning as looked back to cooking. The eggs were done and next was to make the frittatas. He cut the sweet potatoes and continued to bit on the donut plushie. “Morning makes…rain hungry…” He said but as he said that he accidentally made a small cut on his hand as we as not looking. “oow..” He looked at the small cut and lick the wound like a cat. He did see a cat do that before. “Ouch…” Licking the hand once more he turned to his roommate and nodded. “Oh…I is Rain….nice to….me-meet…you” He wasn’t bother with the fact that he had a cut at all, maybe because how clueless and obliviously to life. “You is look pretty…” He nodded to himself with agreement completely letting the cut unintended…defiantly on the clueless side in the morning.

Lilly Lilly happily followed Kat down the hall. "I wasn't waiting long," She lied, floating behind her friend to try and ease her nervousness a bit. "I just got here actually." When Kat asked about how she died, she froze for a second, but quickly recovered. "Are you sure you want to know about that? It's not a story that has a happy ending you know." She hesitated again, then decided she might as well. "Alright, if you really want to know." "It wasn't a special day really. No thunderstorms or pouring rain. It was actually pretty nice out, and my brother, our parents and I were all on our way back from a picnic. My brother wasn't feeling well, so we were headed to a doctor to get him a check up. About halfway there though, a drunk driver swerved into the lane ahead of us, and my dad tried to avoid him. We wound up going over the side of the highway, and we plummeted three stories to the ground." She took a deep breath before continuing. If Kat turned around, she would see tears streaming down Lilly's face. "I did the only thing I could think of, I protected my brother. In the few seconds I had to react, I managed to pull him to me and cover him with my body. Ironic though, me trying to save him is what wound up killing me." She stopped again, and it almost seemed like she wouldn't continue, but she did. "I didn't die from the crash. My brother broke his arm pretty bad on impact, so bad that the bone was sticking out like a dagger. That's what killed me. It stabbed me right through the stomach, and by the time help came, Marcus was the only one alive." Grace Grace jolted upright in the back of her van, panicking at her alarm. "Shit shit shit, where's that button!?" She yelled as the klaxon rang in her ears. Eventually she managed to shut it off, and sighed taking a moment to sort her mind out. "I guess I go to school today," She said, reaching for a pair of jeans. Once she was decent, she reached over the front seat and pressed a button on her dashboard, setting the windows from opaque to transparent, and pushed her way out into the morning light. "Hello world," She said with a small smile, stretching over her head.

She placed the drink on the table for Rebecca before looking at her again in a rather quilty way. Their eyes met again staring at each other in deep tought, but this time it felt diffrent. It wasn't the same kind of seductive feeling like before but more like an evilish feeling, she couldn't describe it clearly but it had something else to do with anything other then snuggles. Though the looks was diffrent it did still have the same stunning effect to Victorique. Her hot body didn't want to move anymore instead it wanted to stay in the same position letting the warmth of the girl in. She heared the quiet words of Rebecca echoing through her ears. Her behaviour had changed quite a bit after having seen Victorique's secret. It made her a little more evilish and lustrous then normal. Victorique's voice was trembeling through her throat but nothing wanted to come out of her mouth. She just quietly stood there taking it all in and slowly beginning to feel even hotter then before by the girl. She felt her skin becoming sticky and hot as she panted lightly from the heat. Her eye lids lowered a bit as her legs slowly began to give up on even standing. She felt the nice tender fingers of Rebecca moving over the tip of her lips as she tried to talk once again. Only stuttering and trembeling came out of her mouth and nothing more then that. She started to slowly nod at Rebecca for a response as her panting steadily became heavier. Blood was boiling through her veins as she felt her knees giving up now not being able to stand any longer, trusting Rebecca to hold her she started hanging on Rebecca's body a little only to even be closer to the already hot girl. Victorique slowly started to lose conscious along the way and dropping ever so more along with the time ticking. The sweet feeling of a kiss was felt upon her own forehead and indeed it was. Rebecca's lips found their way towards Victorique's own, it was a whole new feeling to her. It was like she was in heaven the kiss of a goddess upon her very own lips. This was not a daily thing you would experience. The mind of her own slowly started to fade away as she gave in to Rebbeca's love for her. She wanted to have more she started to feel greedy but she wasn't able to do anything but be a mere puppet to her mistress. Her lips felt numb from the small kiss she had just now and continued to do so as Rebecca was talking to her even more. The life in her eyes slowly started to fade away almost at the point of losing consciousness. But she could still let out some faint words "Yes Sis... i'll give you the rose red liquid you like so much." Her voice sounded a little automated and controlled like a mindless zombie but she couldn't help it. Like she was being possessed by her love, she had finally realized that it was all but a mere trap that was set up by the red haired women to keep herself alive and healty. It was already to late, she slowly pushed her shirt and strap away from her neck making a good open spot for her to bite and waited for her while staring into the red beauty her eyes with her own lifeless eyes. She had become really quiet just looking at the girl. The pleasure became her to much, she had to see what she was doing next because her own traits were still there she felt really curious to know how it looked like. She felt the sinister voice breathing into her neck as she was very close now. A small twitch was made when she saw the canine suddenly extend. She already felt like needles hurt but this might hurt even a lot more. She closed her eyes almost crying even before the pain and waited for her to bite but she didn't feel anything at all. Her eyes slowly opened up one by one as she looked at the vampire girl in suprise. Why did she stop in the middle of it, she felt like her own mind was coming back now a little and she managed to get a hold of herself a little more now. The grip of Rebecca quickly lesend and all quickly she was free stumbeling on her own two feet now again. Rebecca dropped to her knees as Victorique sat down in front of her also on her knees lightly grabbing both her shoulders moving her around a little but she looked like she was in a trance. Her eyes were tearing up a little looking at the defeated Rebecca. She didn't like what she did to her but she still did feel something for her. Something else then love, humans call it humanity. She only felt a little of it before Rebecca had already disapeared throught the exit. She let out a soft voice behind Rebecca before she could run out "Don't be sa....d" she sat on the ground for a while thinking about the whole moment again from the start to the end before changing clothes and getting to bed. She had also experienced a new thing about her body today, she didn't know what it was exactly but it felt like the love humans were talking about. -7am- The light of the sun shined brightly through the curtains of her new room. A single eye slowly opened up while the other eye was still tightly closed. She notice her mouth was slightly open with a little drool coming out of her own mouth. She slowly started to rise up her bed with her face still drowsy and her hair in one big mess. Victorique didn't sleep normal like any other but layed across her whole bed while laughing brightly during her sleep when she ever had a happy dream resulting in drooling during her sleep. She wiped a big part of the drool of her face while closing her eye again heavily rubbing it before opening both her eyes. Suddenly the kick started to kick in her eyes widened open as her fluffy cat ears jumped up in excitement. She stretched herself and jumped off the upper bunk bed with her cat tail trailing behind her. She slowly shuffeled to the couch and lied down rolled up in a little ball on the couch already half napping again. She had plenty of time and wanted her room mate to wake up first before heading of to school. Alice her morning felt rather good. Well to be honest there wasn't a morning were she didn't feel good. Light foot steps could be heared echoing through the empty house as Alice walked down the stairs of her brand new home. It felt very quiet around these days where she lived all alone in the city. She didn't find her soul mate yet but there was plenty of time to find a man with a good job and humour. She quietly stepped onto the oak wood floor of the main floor. In only a mere moment the tv could be heared from the living room playing the news while it was on. She layed down the remote on the table again before heading back down to the kitchen which she just had passed through to get some breakfast going. She turned on the water cooker and grabbed one of the pans out if the cupboards to make some scrambled eggs for her self. All quickly a plate with scrambled eggs a slice of bread with some butter on it and a salade was put on the round table in the middle of the kitchen. She grabbed the tea she had just made and sat down carefree listening to the news slowly finishing her breakfast to head to school. After a minute of ten she was completly done with everything and headed out to the school on the other side of the city. The first part was walking towards the station taking the train and walking again. Tought began piling up in her mind as she walked towards the school as a gentle breeze went past slowly moving her clothes and curly blonde hair along with the wind. She was wearing Clothes for her first day on the new school she was working at. It felt very exciting to her to have some new colleagues and hopefully it was worth studying 26 years for. She had decided to skip the teachers lounge for now to avoid a lot of others coming at her to talk and stuff. She had figured to meet them a little more personal one by one. She had some small talks with most of them when she passed by and soon found herself standing in front if her new art colleague his office. She nocked on the door and soon entered the office closing the door softly behind her. She gave a gentle smile before talking at the man possibly in his 40s and the boy that was likely one of his students. Her kind voice sounded across the room as she began talking "Pardon me for my intrusion". Her voice immediately displayed she was clearly not from america but from the good ol Britain "I take it you're mister Gray if I recall correctly" The kind smile didn't disepate as she talked towards the two men "I'm Alice Murray, I'll be teaching art on this school from this day onward, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Rebecca - Morning Constitutions Evelyn - Fancy Meeting You....Not The woman giggled gingerly at the compliment given to her with a serene smile crossing her lips, a compliment by a male no less, but this one wasn't your typical male as Rebecca could tell. For starters any man who witnessed a ravishing dame such as her cavorting about practically in nothing but her skivvies, their jaws would have instantly hit the floor, their eyes glinting dangerously with mortal lust for her succulent delights. And then would follow the typical of such males, the cat-calls, the pick-up-lines as they were known, every ceaseless attempt just to woo the courtesan woman into their beds...or perhaps some just taking her then and there like that fiend she so relished to see choking upon his own blood. Ah but Rain...this one was special, for there was no hint of desire in his eyes...except for the wonderful meal he made of course, and unlike few, he wasn't instantly jumping upon Rebecca and taking her by surprise. ~"Why thank you, my dear."~ Rebecca returned giving a light grin, though making certain not to expose some....attributes she wished to keep hidden. ~"You're quite handsome as well, if I do say so."~ <3 She finished with a sly wink in Rain's direction. It was to say women were more her forte, but every once in a while a charming young man would come along and strike her fancy, given they had the proper attitude to intrigue Rebecca, and speaking of attributes, it was immodest yes, but Rebecca felt comfortable enough with sweet Rain. After all, the boy appeared more interested in filling his gullet with tasty morsels rather than a taste of the woman, so of course Rebecca felt no apprehension towards him. Ever sly her fingers intertwined with the small pink straps of her nighty and slipped them away from her smooth, silky shoulders, the fabric enfolding and falling past her...unmentionables and feeling so wonderful against her bare skin, until the pink negligee was crumpled around her feet....and she was exposed skin and all to Rain's eyes. Turning her back upon him with a playful little smirk crossing her lips, she covered her bosoms with her arms, glancing over her shoulder towards Rain and wagging her finger teasingly at him, ~"Nah ah ah. No peeking you naughty boy."~ <3 She giggled even more teasing towards him. It would seem upon her back, there was quite the elegant artwork, beautiful roses christening such beautiful, sumptuous curves like tapestry. ~"Ahhhh, I must say dear Rain, you are quite the chef."~ Rebecca mused pleasantly upon notion of Rain's breakfast, a bountiful feast he made...unfortunately for himself. ~"That sounds absolutely scrumptious, and the scent, its oh so heavenly. How rude of you not to make me anything, and I'm your dorm mate."~ Glancing over her shoulder, she feigned a pouting lip and sad eyes, before returning to a smirk and a soft chuckle, ~"Do not worry, sweetie. I'm only teasing. Perhaps I will....."~ But a pause when she noticed...the poor boy had harmed himself, rather a small nick...but...there it was, red, salty, tempting her from across the room. Her eyes flickered a little with dangerous intent, and she could feel her fangs beginning to tingle and stretch almost, but quickly she denied the urge and suppressed it, ~"....gather a bite to eat....from the cafeteria, yes. The food is surely excellent for a school of this quality, ah but not as masterfully prepared as by you my dear room mate."~ <3 Rebecca giggled to herself once more, letting her arms fall to her sides, once again immodestly uncensoring herself before Rain without a single care, ~"Oh dear me, I should probably get dressed now. Must be difficult for you to eat while I'm prancing about in all my splendor, hmm?"~ <3 But what a surprise as she went to her wardrobe and pulled back the door. ~"What the-?!!"~ Hastily Rebecca jumped back as they tumbled from her closet like a snowbank giving way into avalanche. Her books, every single one of them stuffed into her closet so precariously and haphazardly! But...they were supposed to be on their shelves, in alphabetical order...yet..here they were nearly crushing poor Rebecca under their weight. And worse....~"My clothes! Where...who....ugh! Where in the name of the gods are my clothes?!"~ In fact upon further inspection of her belongings, nearly EVERYTHING was switched around, topsy turvy and entirely misplaced, yea none of this Rebecca's doing of course! Someone else was the culprit of this most ingenious of jovial jests towards her, a joke...but none funnier to the flustered vampire stamping about her room in search of clothing. Finally she found her entire wardrobe....stuffed under her bed. She had no time to waste, but soon...oh so very soon...she would discover the culprit behind this mockery of her....and woe be to them who crossed a creature of darkness. After she had dressed in her outfit for the day and slipped on a pair of black stiletto heels to match and did her makeup, Rebecca snatched up her purse and stormed out the door slamming it behind her...but not before turning to Rain and giving a farewell, ~"I do apologize if that outburst frightened you a little, Rain. It was not my intention to awake to such....irritance... Please, enjoy your breakfast my dear."~ And with that she slammed the door behind her and speedily marched down the hall, her fists clenched in anger at her sides. I know very well who is responsible for this, and when I catch her...oh...the spirit world will be but a paradise to her immortal soul! <.< But in her bloodthirsty quest for retribution, Rebecca happened to stumble into somebody in the hallway, stumble meaning crashing head first into them and falling to the floor with a surprised gasp, ~"Oh dear me, I am very sorry my dear, please you should..."~ She was quick with her apology...but just equally as quick the woman's emotions shifted from surprise and concern....to absolute bitterness when she discovered the person she bumped into....was none other than that ragamuffin! ~"You should watch where you are going next time, you ingrate!"~ <.< Rebecca snarled under her breath, snappily rising to her feet and dusting herself off, ~"Ah! And just look what you've done to my lovely blouse! Have you no courtesy?"~ "Ugh...same to you, bitch!" <.< Ev snapped back, but who gave a damn if she just spilled iced coffee all over the drama-llama's pretty little shirt. All Ev cared about was the guitar she was carrying in a hardcase, that just so happened to slip from her hand when the queen of skankatrons bashed into her like a pissed off elephant. "You are so fucked if my axe is trashed!" She growled equally in anger towards Rebecca, flipping open the latches on her case and throwing the lid back, producing before the woman's eyes her prized possession, her black and red Warlock. She grabbed a pick from the case as well and fiddled a bit with the strings after checking the body for any cracks or nicks, one little screw-up could completely throw it out of whack, and gone with it the fury of the Metal Goddess. All the while, Rebecca observed her playing a few chords and making certain the thing was still in tune, though still quite perturbed with Evelyn. ~"You're a musician?"~ She asked the dark haired girl, but typical of her to gain a snarky reply, "No, I just like to carry around a $400 guitar because it looks nice. What's it to you?" Rebecca merely cut her eyes at the remark, surprised she hadn't backhanded this girl once again for her foul language and her evidently fouler behavior. ~"Well surely you're educated enough to play this...instrument of yours. Tell me, girl, do you perchance know any compositions by the famous masters? Bach? Beethoven? Wagner maybe?" "Uh...yeah, for your information, Miss Stuck Up Her Ass All Day, it's a guitar not a fucking stradivarius." Ev grumbled back closing the lid on her case and latching it shut. "Oh and I play the famous masters alright, Sabbath, Dio, Maiden, Priest, Motorhead, Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax, Megadeth, Slipknot, Cannibal Corpse, any of those ring a bell to you princess?" ~"None in the least...."~ Rebecca replied with a deep, burning glare into Evelyn's eyes, a mirror seeing how the other girl shared the same, in color and in furious nature. ~"Just....stay out of my way, next time you fool! Oh and do dress more modestly. By the gods, it's as though you've put your clothes through a wheat thresher!"~ "Psh! You're one to talk. Your t!ts are hanging out, Motorboat!" ~"Ah! How dare you, you perverted scoundrel! Have a nice peek while you're at it insulting me?!"~ >///< "For fuck sakes! Hard not to miss those things when you're shoving 'em in people's faces, Ultra Udders! At least you got an airbag next time you head-on some other poor bastard!" <.< ~"Vile Ingrate!"~ "Whore-bag!" ~"Foul mouthed, wretched curr!"~ "Oh jeez, now you're just breaking my heart, pretty princess. Do me a favor and get the fuck out of my way. My morning's already blown because you spilled my coffee dammit." <.< ~"Then may the next one you drink you choke upon! If we are to see each other again this day or any day in particular...do not think I'll be so lenient as to backhanding you again! Now move!"~ And with that, Rebecca coldly shoved Evelyn out of her way, continuing onwards to the cafeteria, despite her clothes being stained with chilled mocha-cappuccino. Ev on the other hand, she just flipped Rebecca off and continued on her way to the music room for some early morning practice before classes. Screw the coffee...she'll just grab one at lunch. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matthias - National Piss Off the Professor Day While he was seething with nothing but rage over the note, Matthias did not even notice a particular student shambling into his room while with glaring eyes he peered at the note on his desk as though he could burn a hole through it and set it ablaze (which he could if he wanted to, but there was that one rule the school had). It wasn't until the familiar voice hit him like the screeching of a needle across a spinning vinyl record, further chiding his already tinged nerves. "What do you want?" He snapped at Hana, his eyes immediately trailing to that goofy face he wanted to peel away and pour salt into the eye sockets. "I'm already in a bad mood and the last damn thing I need is the worst student in the world tanning my backside with even more irritance. Well, speak you bumbling idiot what bad news is this?" But lucky for Hana...he wouldn't have to speak. As if on cue, in came that familiar tiny wretch with hair so damn bright it nearly melted Matthias' own eyes from his sockets...and that voice....he would rather hear endless wails of damnation...than THAT! "Hellllooooo! I have another message for yoooooouuuuu!" ^__________^ "Well it better be important. Give me that!" He grumbled snatching the paper out of the courier's hand and sending her away. The courier...only carrying that same stupid, cheery grin of hers as she scurried out of his room. Matthias meanwhile read the note, and once he was done with it....it came as no shock what he did next, tearing the damn thing to pieces before sighing bitterly, "Aha...so it would seem they're going through with punishing you as they should, but what a twist be this in this tangled web we weave from the mucus of those smarmy cunts. They decide to make you...my errand boy for a day. So I guess this is punishment for me as well." Then, he glared headlong at Hana, crossing his arms and tapping his black leather shoe against the concrete floor of the art studio, "Well go on then, start begging, pleading and groveling at my feet how sorry you are and how you don't deserve to be punished so unjustly bladdidy blah! Because frankly Hana, I don't give a damn. You're going to work off your debt you owe to the school after your little mishap, though you should be helping that dunderhead nurse Quincy and that mentally deranged head-case Angela, but no matter. I'll find something to work you to death for the rest of these twenty-four grueling hours. Why don't you start by cleaning up the work stations, tidying up the easels and the desks, make sure they're well stocked too, fresh canvases, paints, brushes, what have you. Come on, don't laze around you twit! I have a class this afternoon and I wish to be prepared, so hurry it up!" "And you! What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Quickly just as he was done chewing out poor Hana, Matthias set his sights upon the woman who just entered, a bit besmirched by her beauty of course, but...then again that didn't amount to hill of beans for the crotchety old bastard. "I'm pretty sure that sign on my door said Professor Matthias Gray, but you may address me as Professor Gray, Miss Murray." And just like that...it clicked who this woman was. "Oooooh...I see now. So you're the one those imbeciles at the School Board hired to be my assistant teacher, or rather a part of their nasty schemes, secretly I'll be training you so you'll have to potential afterwards when they decide to let me go for reasons unspecified, so let me tell you Miss Murray, I've been teaching at this school longer than you have, and they'd be a damn ripe bunch of fools thinking they could replace me with some young upstart. Let me guess, you're fresh out of college, art school, whatever, and you're thinking of becoming an art teacher yourself, thinking one day you'll be able to aspire young minds to reach new heights. Bah! Your job is only simple, assist a true artist in teaching these numbskulls how to draw and paint...and occasionally fetching me a cup of coffee every once in a while. Do you think you're capable of such, Miss?" He ended with an expectant pause. Perhaps if all went well, this poor woman would be pissing down both sides of her legs as she ran out into the halls wailing, lamenting with absolute lachrymose how she no longer wanted the job, and that....would just make Matthias all the more happier...for the time being.

Lisa "Well that was one way to handle her," Lisa said, falling into step beside Ev. "I would have just told her to go away, since that seemed to work yesterday, but your way works too." She slipped an arm over Ev's shoulder and leaned on the other girl for support. "Sorry," She said, catching her breath. "I just got done with my run, I'm a bit tired. Hope you don't mind me using your shoulder for a bit."

Hana’s eye twitched a lot as the ass kept degrading him like he was literally a piece of shit. If he only had to go to school because of his mom then he would have punched the guy’s nose and made sure that the ass could never…ever have sex again. As he was about to say pretty much all the swears he knew in English to Japanese to his face a small girl came in and gave the guy a letter. Must be informing about the bad news. He noticed how frustrated the ass knew that he was stuck with him for the whole day. Clearly both punishments for them. Hana growled as how Matt gave those requests like he was a freaking maid. And BEG?!!? Hana would never do that. “Beg, beg you mother fucker?! Why I gonna!!” Hana pulled up his sleeve wand was ready to punch him but was reminded once more about his mom. He sighed tensely and looked away. He really wanted to beat the living shit out of him but he did have morals. “So treating your students like maids huh? Interesting kink you got there?! Creep!” Hana was at least able to make insults, which was good. Being called a twit was almost the last straw but he bit his lip so hard that it began to bleed. He needed control but with a teacher like him he was losing it. He sighed and walked towards the tables and grabbed the art materials and tried to put them in place. He hated this, he had to freaking clean up that guy’s shit for lessons and he bets that he didn’t even teach well. “shinjimae… kusottare… kusomajime… ijiwaru… iyarashii… Omae o korosu” He cursed in Japanese loudly hoping that Matt didn’t understand Japanese and if he did then Hana would be dead. He listened quietly as the ass degraded the new art teacher…wow what a dick. He can’t believe the school would hire a guy like him but had to deal with his shit. He hoped the girl best luck. He washed the brushes and put them on the side. He was doing an okay job and hope nothing humiliating would be asked for him to do. (Translations! Drop dead, go to hell… shit drip… Over-serious… bitchy… disgusting… I will kill you) Rain nodded as he continued to lick his hand, if he was part cat than that would be so much better though. “Thank…you…for saying me that…” Rain bowed his head, showing a bit of courtesy he learned form the palace and continued on. As he continued to cook he watched Rebecca undress before him. He watched quietly as she strip off her sexy nightwear and covered her breast with her arms. T hough it would be nearly ever teenage dream to have a woman like Rebecca strip in front of you Rain was not like that. “…Why you remove clothes? Isn’t it cold? Here…” he removed his sweater and tried to give it to her. Sometimes the oblivious things were something that Rain would never understand. There was that beautiful rose tattoo he saw at Rebecca’s back. Roses….he liked roses since they were flowers and technically he was sort of a flower. “Pretty flowers…” He didn’t really understand what she was saying as he ended up staring at the corner, he saw a spider and wanted to pet it. “Kawaii…” he pointed at the spider but seemed like he was point at her. But then he turned back to his cooking. He finished and put on bit of potato frittatas in his mouth, nodding to whatever Rebecca said. He really really didn’t understand that she was saying. He usually could understand anyone but his mind was so focused on the spider he didn’t process the words right. “Ah okay…change and be warm…would here…me not want you to be cold…” He understand what she said about changing. He cared for Rebecca like a neutral friend and not like any guy who would go immediately to the naked woman and try to do the do. Rain ate at the couch; slowly eating his eggs while the spider earlier crawled up to his head and was almost like sleeping there. It was a small spider but seeable to anyone. As Rebecca in the background go crazy over some stuff and left saying about leaving. He just nodded and waved at her as he had eggs in his mouth and gave a small piece of frittatas to the spider that oddly ate it. “Bye Becky…” he said quietly and fed the spider again. “You want more…spidy?” he named his new pet as he gave more eggs to the spider that ate it.

The sound of a camera taking a picture made Rosalyn look up from his book. He didn't mind too much that Drew was taking his picture. You sometimes got the best photos when people didn't know they were getting their picture taken. But it was still a little annoying to know that he didn't have much in the way of privacy in his own dorm room. Rosalyn got up on his knees and looked over the back of the couch, watching Drew as he went about the kitchen apparently making coffee. "Sure, I'd love some!" He said with a smile. He rolled his eyes at his roommate's antics with the whole, getting a peek thing. Rosalyn wasn't interested in him like that. Not that Drew would probably know what to do with him if he did. He was probably a virgin. Now it if was reversed and Drew got a peek of Rosalyn, that would be hilarious. Because he was packing what Drew did not want. When his roommate went into the bathroom, Rosalyn got up and went into the kitchen opening a cabinet and taking out a packet of hot chocolate. Rosalyn didn't like coffee on its own, it was too bitter for him. But add a little chocolate and it was amazing. He dumped the packet in the coffee and stirred it in, setting the used spoon in the sink after he was done. After Drew's comment about not being able to cook, Rosalyn was going to see if he could make a deal with the perv. Rosalyn would cook, but Drew had to do the dishes. If he didn't do the dishes, Rosalyn wouldn't cook for him. There was still time before school, plenty of time, so he settled back on the couch with his coffee and continued reading. Leon didn't have to go to school this early if he didn't want to. That's why he was given free period first thing, in case he needed that extra time to get himself up and ready in the morning. But he was really feeling up to it today. So that's why after breakfast his parents had agreed to take him to school. And that's why he was there so early. He wanted to explore a little bit, find out where all his classes were going to be beforehand so he didn't get lost during school. Then he'd probably head to the library or go sit in his first classroom like the anti social guy he kind of was. It wasn't that he didn't like people, it was just that if he died he didn't want too many people attached to him. He was already hurting his parents in that way and wanted to involve as few people as possible. That and people asked questions, and pitied him. Okay so maybe he did hate people, just a little bit. Quincy was ready when patient number five entered his office. What he wasn't ready for was Angela who walked in right after and offered to help him out with stuff today. "Hold on Angela, I'll get to you in a minute." He said before turning his attention to the student. "Did you drink the punch last night?" The girl shook her head and Quincy was immensely relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about the toxins. He did a few tests on her, checked her temperature, asked about her symptoms. Completely normal school nurse for a change. It was nice, considering he had been hired to do the stuff that normal school nurses couldn't do. "It sounds like just a stomach bug. You a dorm student?" The girl once again nodded. "Okay, go back up to your room and nap for a little while. I'll make sure your teacher's get a note from me." The girl thanked him and left, only then did he turn to Angela. She would actually be useful here. He wasn't worried about spilling the secret of the magical world to her. Considering she was a teacher here and already knew about it as most of the teachers did. "You can't help with a lot of stuff. I'm a legitimate healer so its better for everybody but myself if I take care of students. But..." Quincy paused for a moment to write out a few notes. "You could give these notes to that girl's teachers. The list of her classes should be on there." And that would give the worn out sexy nurse the chance to nap for a little while and recover lost energy.

Ren Aoi continued to sleep peacefully. After minutes of contemplation has passed, she assumed that the girl on the upper bunk bed does not look like she'll be waking up soon. Not wanting to waste anymore time with watching her roommate sleep deeply as if she had a very busy schedule yesterday, Roanesca set her priorities on checking more of the school, two hours before the first day of a possibly mundane, hectic college life starts. That's what many people say. For Roanesca, she's afraid to make any assumptions. Not forgetting her trademark black hat with a sleeping salamander inside, and the Angelic Peach that has regrown over the hours, Roanesca left her room to set a few meetings with new people. Mostly for social reasons. Probably sometimes to borrow things off them and hoard. "Roanesca's out and all set! Anyone in ze halls, ja?"