Dexter - Making Friends Dexter stood there with his piece of paper, grinning under his gas mask at Lisa and Ev like he'd just won the lottery, and from what he could tell, that's what Ev had thought had happened. He looked from Ev to Lisa, then again, then again. He was puzzled yet amused at the same time, he couldn't tell if they were....or were they? He scratched his head and then sighed. "Oh well! Time to hit the hay!" He giggled slightly nd ran back to his dorm before Lisa, quickly hiding underneath the covers in the top bunk, he didnt want to embarass himself or anything, maybe his pure awesomeness would scare the girl away....ha. So he just lay there, eyees closed and deepm in thought. Maybe he'd watch a movie....nah, the girl wouldn't like it. Now, on second thought, why the hell was he in a room with a girl! C'mon, this had to be some sick joke, he didn't feel comfortable now, he'd seen enough Carrie to know what playing sick jokes on girls could lead to, oh god, she was gonna rip him to shreds. Then he fell asleep. 7am He woke on the floor, face in the floor, well gas mask in the floor. He rolled over and sat up. "L-Lisa?" He said wearily, rubbing his glass eye holes for a second. "OH GOD SHE'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!" He panicked and ran around the dorm for a while, screaming slightly, before sitting down on the floor. "It was that goth Ev, wasn't it? it had to be, she's the only one with a motive! He quickly got dressed, trying as hard as he could to look very professional. In the end he found himself in a black T-shirt with an ACDC logo on it, put on some pants and then put his suit jacket over that. So professional. He stomped out of the dorm and yanwed, sending electricity sparking from his hands as they stretched out. He quickly polished his mask with a white napkin and turned around to see. "Is that....a witch?" He stared at the girl he could see (Roenesca) Seemingly confused and then walked up to her carefully, scared she was a ghost. "Are you a demon?" He said finally

Bride walked towards school, he was nervous again only because he must be a fool at the party. He never remembered being drunk in his life so he did wonder what he was like. As he entered the school he walked through some hallways. There were a couple of students very early, he did go some whistle and catcalls form some guys but he just blushed and walked away. He had to get use to it, being treated like that but as he was walking he ended up bumping into someone. “Oh um I-I am so-sorry…” He bowed his head towards the person (Leon) showing that he was clumsy a bit. He looked back up and saw the young guy’s face. It looked familiar but he never seen him before. Almost like nostalgia washed over him. Bride was sure though that he never seen that guy in his life yet something familiar just came by. “…uuhhh….” He just looked him, wandering who was he and why he felt like he knew him.

Evelyn - Shootin' tha Breeze...with a 12 Gauge Her face was already blazing hot just from that recently heated altercation with the newly crowned school bitch, but yet another warm sensation found its way to Evelyn, not of her blood boiling to the surface or hellish fires scathing her nerves with rage, oddly enough, but the feeling of another body leaning next to her...or rather on her...and a familiar voice to follow. "Can you believe that shit?" Ev grumbled turning to face Lisa. No wonder the girl felt like an industrial sized heater was placed next to them, Lis was burning up...sweating too....and...those shorts.... It took all Ev had to keep her eyes on Lisa and not...well...those nice legs of hers. Perv! Knock it off! She fished through her pockets looking for her pack of Lucky Stars, but....this time, not so lucky. "Eeeuugggh...you're all sweaty!" >///< She joked with Lisa before laughing, unfortunately lighting up...her last cigarette left. "Meh, knock yourself out." Evelyn shrugged taking a drag and blowing smoke, besides...she kinda liked it, Lisa leaning on her. They were friends after all. "But yeah, I'm just minding my business, going to the music hall to jam out for a bit and here comes Bitchy Big-T!ts knocking me over with her gazongas, and she's pissed at me! Psh...my apologies you can't see over those fucking watermelons in your bra, skank." "So....how's things with you and Slendy's proxy? Bout ready to kick him out like I am my roomie?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rebecca - Smooth the Rough Touch Rebecca figured it best she did avoid that...that...creature at all costs, because surely if she saw that trashy little hussy again, she was sure to remind her of her place once more, with another well deserved smack across that smug face of hers, or perhaps if it came down to it, she could show the girl a bit of class and civility....by skewering her to near-death with her fencing epee. Nevertheless, Rebecca kept her flustered mind off that girl, so rude, so vulgar...what a perfect example of the failures of Western Society, imminently declining indeed. But enough about that....what was her name again? No matter, if a rose by any other name would smell as sweet then refuse by any other title would reek just as revolting. And besides, there was the matter of Rebecca's....little ghost problem. I'm sure it was her and that boy, the sickly one....ah but wait...truly I know of his pain, but no excuse for chiding me. I will simply just reprimand him courteously, but that mischievous phantom...oh...the many things I will torment her with. Storming down the halls, she happened to pass by a particular door, 201, the number fresh in her mind still...from last night. The woman paused, staring with eyes apprehensive to the gilded placard that displayed the room number, or in fact the door itself, knowing it would lead into a room...a room belonging to a sweet, little girl she had spurned the night before...and quite possibly terrified her to no end...revealing her true nature of savagery and lust to the fragile soul. ~"Victorica...."~ She whispered, the name still slipping off her tongue so smoothly and sending chills through her body. I wonder....could she be upset with me... How I...acted...it was crass of me, to openly display such vile behavior towards her...to scar her mind with visions of a horrid creature....rather than her charming beloved. Sure, she could have waited to speak to her later, wait till Vicy was calm enough, perhaps during lunch or later in the evening....but Rebecca...she had to know. Sauntering quietly up to the door, she knocked on it three times...and waited...her heart damn near pounding through her ribs and her throat, parched and seething with an uncomfortable sting of dryness as she clasped her hands to her sides...and simply awaited the door to open. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matthias - Nihongo Ga Wakarimasu Ka? Watashi Mo Oh sure sure, mock the embittered drunk behind his back, or blatantly in his face as was the case for Hana, but Matthias, he wasn't just the teacher everyone hated, he was the teacher everyone was damn well terrified off and for damn good reason. Oh and if you think you can get away just because you knew a second language, please...with as much formal education Matthias had, including his art education, he was practically a walking Rosetta Stone. While ever monotonous he awaited the answer of his new assistant teacher, Alice Murray (IE: Obviously soon to be his replacement), his eyebrow could only twitch at the biting commentaries he received from that foul mouthed little punk it has been his misfortune to have...as handy helper for the day. Brashly and curtly lifting a hand of pause to the woman, Matthias whirled around glaring at Hana while clearing his throat, and much...much possibly to Hana's misfortune, he spoke, "Anata wa watashi no tanoshimi o tsukutte iru?" Then, he stormed over to the ne'er do well and with quick reflex his finger thumped harshly against Hana's forehead as he scowled down at him, being a slight taller than the punk which helped the intimidation factor...hopefully. "Hakuchi! Nōtarin! You think you're clever, masking your insults with East Asian dialect? Pah! You probably learned all that from that stupid anime nonsense! I hate that stuff you know, what do kids even get out of that besides massive gratuitous violence, sex and nudity? If they want that, then pick up Titus Andronicus for the bard's sake!" <.< But enough with the rant, back to matter at hand, "Ah but at least it shows you have some brain capacity coming up with that clever ruse...oh wait, never mind, it failed! Like you twit! You just earned yourself another round trip of the Ninth Circle, Dante Alighieri." And by that, Hana...was in for it. Another thump of the head and back behind his desk Matthias went, rummaging around in his drawers for a bit...searching for something in particular. "Now I know it's here somewhere. Confound it! Where is that blasted, bloody thing! AHA!" And minutes later he returned...something hidden behind his back. "You know, it was not my intention to do this, but you did raise a fine point earlier. Frankly it's not a kink you smartass, more or less incentive for you to better yourself....but I doubt that's happening, so without further ado, TADA!" And just....WHAT THE HELL did he pull from behind his back! "A little something I borrowed from the drama department for my most unruly of students. Fine, you say I treat my students as maids, then so be it. You'll need the proper attire for when you're assisting with the Art Club this evening. Yes, say goodbye to that frilly little prancing pony cross dressing club of yours. But what do you know, this'll surely be up your alley, won't it?"

_{You didn't see anything!}

While it seemd like Lilly was a bit hesitant about whether to tell her how she died or not, she told her everything after a while, and Kat just listened to everything attentively. It was a lot heavier than expected... Not that any death would actually be fun or light to hear, but this one was specially dark. She turned around and saw Lilly's tears, even if they were ethereal. Kat didn't regret asking, but she did regret making her friend recall something like that. At the very least, she got to know her a bit better. Still, now her story about how she was trapped in the cellar one night and started hearing things had lost any kind of impact it might've had. There were some parts where Lilly seemed to want to stop, maybe Kat should have told her to stop too, but she heard everything Lilly had to say, before gulping audibly. As she thought before, the story was quite heavy to just gulp down in one go, and if she felt at a loss like that, what about Lilly then? She took a long, good look at Lilly, debating in her head what she should do. Empty words like 'I'm sorry' or 'I sympathize with you' wouldn't just cut it, at least, that's what Kat thought. Instead, she approached Lilly, leaving her fear for ghosts, or at least this one in particular, aside, and put her arms around her, being careful not to go through her transparent body, hugging her. "Thank you... For sharing your story with me, Lilly. I know it must've been hard, and I can't say I share your pain, but I at least want to be with you whenever you feel down, all right? I might not look like it, but I think I'm starting to care a lot about you, you know? I feel... that you are so transparent I can be myself with you." It sounded a bit rude, given that Lilly was indeed transparent. Another thing she'd have to get used to, and quick. "So, if you ever feel alone, just come by my room, all right? Now, anything you'd like to ask about me?" She said, letting go of Lilly and standing in front of her, with a more confident hint of a smile now in her face. After his bath, that took about 30 minutes, Drew came out of the bathroom, already dressed. It wouldn't be pretty to be hanging around in boxers around a girl. "Whaaaat.... I totally left the door unlocked and you didn't come in peeking. You hurt my feelings." Drew said, laughing a bit and carrying in his arms his pajamas, or the sweatshirt and sweatpants he used for pajamas, that were neatly folded. He had already made his bed in the morning, so he just went to it and left his pajamas under the pillow. After that, he searched through his bag and took a fedora out of it. "All right, here it is." He put it on and then also took out a book of his own. Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas Hofstadter. He approached the couch and took a sit next to Rosa, hoping she wouldn't mind, before looking at the clock. Still 8, huh? Well, they really did have some time until the first class started. "So, how was Bride yesterday? I hope she didn't get too sick on the punch, or that she doesn't have much of a hangover today." He was laready reading his book as he asked, and he also knew that he'd probably have his balls ripped off his crotch for asking that, but what could he say? He was sincerely worried about the girl. She looked so frail... The type of girl you wanted to protect, no doubt, unlike Rosa, who seemed more of a little-big sister type. Everything you would get from a big sister in a small body. "Ah, how beautiful." While she wanted to protest that she was also a healer, she decided not to. Quincy always looked tired, perhaps he was always tired too, so she thought it'd be best just to leave it all up to the official nurse and that she'd better run the errand he had given her. She took the note from Quincy's hands and looked at it. One of the girl's classes was given by her, so she didn't have to worry about that. Next up was... Well, she knew most of them, but the one she'd definitely see last would be Matthias, or otherwise she'd end up running all kinds of errands none stop for the day. "All right, I'll do so at once. After I'm done, I'll come check up on you again, Quincy, to make sure ou are still doing okay." And with that, Angela excused herself from the room. "Okay, who should I go see first?" They were all probably in the faculty room, so she hurried there to give out the notes for everyone. After she was all done with that, she finally went to visit Matthias and give him the notes from Quincy. In front of his office, she opened the door.... Only to find Proffesor Gray giving Hana a maid outfit, obviously asking him to put it on. She was perplexed, astonished to say the least. "Ah, um, well...." For lack of anything better to say, she just said the first thing that came to her mind. "I didn't know you had that kind of interests, Proffesor Gray. Um..." She said, quite innocently. She was now at a loss. A student and a teacher, both male, one asking the other to wear a maid outfit? It was definitely fishy, but who was her to go against them? She would just do what she was there to do and then leave, full speed, before anyone has time to question her. "You should read this notes, Matty. Now, if you'll excuse me." How she called Matthias in her mind slipped, but she didn't mind at all. She left the notes in the ground, closed the door behind her, and walked away from there, with her surprised expression still in her face.

Lisa Lisa shrugged a bit, pushing herself off Ev now that she had her breath back. "Not sure yet. When I got in last night, he was already asleep, and I left before he woke up this morning. I wonder if that'll become a trend." She checked her watch for the time and almost had a heart attack. "Holy shit it's this late already? I gotta go get ready for classes!" She threw her arms around Ev for a quick hug and ran off towards her room, panicking just a little. Lilly Lilly stopped sniffling as Kat put her arms around her, trying to comfort her. Some people would look at it as an empty gesture, hugging someone who couldn't feel anything, but that wasn't true. She could feel the warmth of her friends soul, not only in a metaphorical sense, but a literal one too. It was one of the few things left she could feel. "Kat..." She said, trailing off. "This is going to look weird if someone who can't see me walks by, you know." She dried her ghost tears away with a hand and smiled. "I'm alright now, really I am. Thank you." As Kat stepped away, she asked if there was anything she wanted to know. "You said you'd tell me why you're scared of ghosts." She reminded, poking the air at her friend and smiling.

Hana flinched as the idiot spoke in Japanese...he was literally dead at that point. Nothing could have save him the wrath of Proffesor Gray. "...shit..." He cursed loudly as he was turned around and hit by the forehead he could see how pissed the ass of the teacher was. Soon the guy insulted him with his culture. He did not learn Japanese from anime he was fucking Japanese!! "Hey!! you fucker! I am fucking Japanese ain't that oblivious?! You dounce!!" Hana him even more for making those assumptions. With another tump on his head Hana growled loudly once more, he will soon have his chance...one day he would beat that fucker to a pulp. As Matt pulled out something it made Hana throat go dry. Where the fuck did he get that freaking maids outfit and why does he have one.... Defiantly a pedophile pervert. "What THE?!? NO way in ass I am going to wear that!! That is sexual harrasment here!" Even Angela who came out of no where agree that he was a pervert...in a way... No way Hana would wear that, he wears skirts yes but nothing that will go to far like a freaking maids outfit. And once more that dick insulted him and his gang..."don't you dare talk about them like that..." He sissies in an angry tone. No one messes with his Yankees no one...especially that perverted douche ass of a teacher Proffesor Gray.

She chuckled lightly at the man holding the back of her hand against her soft and smooth lips to hide her chuckle. She removed her hand again and slowly began talking when the Gordon Ramsey of arts whas finished with the boy "I just came to see how my new colleague was handeling his mornings. But it seems like he can handle them just fine" she chuckled once more still speaking with a calm voice to the man "Let's get along well Proffesor Gray" She handed out her small skinny hand compared to the hands of Matt towards him to give the man a handshake. After she stepped back a little again she placed on of her hands on her hip and slightly started to lean on it while hearing some more of the beastly talking of the nark Proffesor Gray. When she heared him talking she figured to not give a damn about what he was saying and just keep her cool and stay calm. If she would say something foolish she might hurt her own reputation at this school aleady on the first day and that would be a bad thing for her. She chuckled lightly before giving a reply to him. She had to think smart on how to do this The way you look Proffesor Gray, definitely shows how you talk and act towards others. Basically the bossy type teacher on the school I see. Well I don't really mind about that. I'm the new worthless assitant art teacher that is soon showing the 'True artist' how to make real art. But first let me make some artistic Tea/Coffee for the big boss Gray. Would you like some sugar and milk with that. She could maintain a calm voice rather well during the conversations she had already had lots of conversations like this in the past. The key is to not show to much emotions, not being afraid and strong in mind. Matt returned to scolding the boy and she decided to look a little around the art class room. Some pieces of art were definitly to her liking and she might even have gotten some ideas for her own art to make. The rummaging still went on in the background as a girl walked into the classroom definitely looking freaked out by the sight of both the males doing something. ALice turned around herself to so she could spot what was happening between the both of them. She holded the back of her hand against her mouth again giving a light chuckle while talking Oh my Proffesor, I didn't know you had such a taste. Well the boy did earn it it seems so don't hold back.

The light of the morning beat upon Roanesca. A blue-striped button shirt, which was one of the orphanage-given clothing and re-tailored to fit her tall, skinny frame, pressed to her body, with a plain black undershirt visible inbetween the unbuttoned lapel folds. A face, characterized by a tomboyish cut, big rounded eyes and a seemingly perpetual slightly confused expression sat below her distinctive hat, ornamented by the regenerative peach of her home village's Sacred Tree. As a voice of a boy inquiring her demonic affinity drew close to her ear, Roanesca's head twisted to the back, taking attention to a boy wearing a shirt that looked like merchandise for a ritualistic cult, thinking that AC/DC is an abbreviation of Academy's Cult/Demon Club while unaware that it's actually the name of a prolific rock and roll band. Roanesca stood silently, slightly puzzled at how she's been mistaken for a demon-- but more puzzled about how does the boy even say that as if demons were a regular occurrence in the Orean Cause. What's more, is that this man is naturally white-haired, probably something more to confirm her speculation that this school is not merely an ordinary pedagogical institution. Roanesca cleared her throat briefly. "What demon? Zi'm just human. What makes zou think zat, ja?" The hatted girl attested, wringing her face into an even more curious expression. "Demons, ja? In ze school, ja?"

Dexter - The Power of Christ Comepels You He stared at the girl for about 3 minutes, his red eyes narrowing behind the glass holes like he was ready to absolutely destroy her. But then he tilted his head, seeing the salamander creep into his sight and his hands suddenly shot into the air and he let out a sudden cry at the adorabalness of this creature this demon child had presented before him. He gazed uon this amazing salamander as he ran towards the pair, his suit jacket trailing behind them. "What's that accent German? austrian? Japanese?" He asked quickly rummaging through his pockets as he grinned at them, but all they would see was his gas mask looking back up. he suddenly brought out a stake made of wood and held it up to her, just hovering over her heart and he stared at the salamander. "Now...reptile manipulation? To me that translate to Demon. Now Demon's llike vampires can die from stakes to the heart I believe, so now tell me!" He stood up straight and glared. "Where can I buy immortality?"

Rosalyn smoothly ignored Drew's comment about peeking once again and just flipped the page of his book. He glanced up as the perv sat down on the couch with a book of his own. Moments later he asked about Bride. The hand Rosalyn wasn't holding the book with curled into a fist. He didn't think that Drew had the right to ask considering it was his fault Bride had been so drunk. "Thanks to you she was incredibly drunk last night. But she got home safely after I called her mom. I don't know about how she feels today yet, I forgot to get her phone number." He said curtly, not looking up from his book. He decided that now would be a good as time as any to tell Drew about the lunch. "Oh, by the way. I made lunch for me and Bride, but there were some leftovers so I put them together for you. If you don't like it, I don't care." Rosalyn said, glancing up from his book this time as he did. He glanced up at the clock and checked the time. It was probably about time to go down for school. So he closed his book and got up. Grabbing his bag he started putting the stuff he would need for today in it, including the lunches made for himself and Bride. Drew's lunch he left on the counter for the pervert to get himself. A silent way of saying that he was not invited to eat lunch with them. Leon wandered through the halls with a little bit of a spring in his step. Even after walking for a while he wasn't tired or anything. Somebody bumped into Leon and instantly apologized. He turned to look at them, speaking as he did. "Oh, don't worry about it." The small girl looked familiar. No wait, it was a guy, it was definitely a guy. How did he know that? Leon was silent for a moment as he tried to figure it out. Then it hit him. They had shared a hospital room for a while a while after Leon had first gotten sick. They had talked a bunch and played games together and stuff. Leon remembered the guy had started teaching him the language of flowers. What was his name? "Lavender?" He asked, hoping he remembered the guy's name correctly. "Its Leon, we shared a hospital room together for a while. Like five years ago." He remembered that both of them had been pretty sick during that time. But while Leon had gotten worse, Lavender, if that was his name, seemed to be doing better. He couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous at that. Quincy was glad that Angela was willing to help him out with the notes. One of them was her anyway so it worked out pretty well. "Thank you." He said as Angela walked out of the room. Genuinely grateful for the support. Hopefully now he could take a little nap with interruptions. But with the spiking of the punch, he doubted it. He wondered what that kid had gotten for punishment anyway. Since he wasn't here, it obviously wasn't helping him out. Which he was grateful for. The headmistress must know how tired healers could get. Especially during battles and wars. Luckily Quincy hadn't been recruited for a war yet, but he had seen his fair share of battles. Not happy fun times in the slightest. With a sigh the mouse flopped down on the desk and closed his eyes. He was so sleepy, and from what his sensitive ears could pick up, there was nobody walking his way. So he finally allowed himself to go to sleep. Drifting off within seconds of his head hitting the desk. The next person to walk into the room and wake him up would be in for a very grumpy school nurse.

Evelyn - Mornings Can Be Murder For Ya When Lis threw her arms around her and hugged her quick but a bit tight, Ev's face felt a tad warm, but maybe that was because Lisa was warm from running all this morning. Yeah...that was it. She blinked a couple of times after Lisa darted away, late for class...but there was like an hour to go. Guess she was one of those early birds, when Ev just stumbled into class whenever she felt like it, even in the middle of lectures which pissed off a couple of teachers, Gray included... pray to Molag Bal, Gwynivere or whoever he got fired already. After standing there a bit befuddled with her clueless expression, she merely shrugged her shoulders and continued on towards the music room, only briefly pausing again when she heard some girl speaking with an accent, German it sounded. Oh yay...first I had to deal with Miss Bitchy Melons and now Nazis are invading the school. I shoulda just slept in. And guess who was talking to the weirdo Kraut chick? Be cool about it Ev. Don't go yandere on him. "Yo Dex!", Ev waved to him while walking over, still wearing that gas mask he claimed was "stuck" to his face. Of course her attitude changed when she saw the other weirdo pull out a wooden stake, about to shove it through the girl's(Roan's) chest. "Ehhhhhhh....what the fuck are you doing, man?" *_*; Ev mumbled, eyebrows furrowed and her mouth hung agape with her cigarette nearly slipping, not to mention her eyes twitching wildly. Oh jeez! It's even worse! Dex The Killer has come to claim another victim! "Y-yeah uh....might wanna put that away before school security dogpiles your ass. Aaaaannnnyyywaysssss.....I'm gonna hit the music room. Just uh...yeah later." Ev waved to the two of them, Dex and...whoever the fuck he was talking to, albeit a tad nervously and walked off with her guitar, wondering, Damn! How the fuck did Lis get paired up with a wackjob like that? Uh...then again I'm no better, but at least I don't stab people in the hallways like a raving postal worker! Whatever, Dex may be cool, but I got my eye on that dude. He pulls any shit with Lis...I'll tear the skin off his flesh....wait what? O.o The music hall wasn't that far from the dorm, just a few steps away into the main building and a short stride down the hall until Evelyn found herself in sanctuary...well not yet at least. Of course she didn't bother bringing her Line 6 Spider with her, since it was a bitch to lug around, but at least the music room had some amps to spare, Marshalls, choice! Ev pulled one out and opened her case, grabbing her cables and some of the few pedals she brought as well, mostly a flange, distortion, a crunch pedal, and a fuzz pedal. Once all that was hooked in, she jacked in her prized possession throwing the strap over her head and cranked the amp loud (this goes to 11!), starting with a few practice scales and some riffs before barreling headlong into a Trivium jam. Her fingers glided up and down the neck and hammered the ebony fretboard with such a fury to match the ferocity of her pick striking the thick gauged Ernie Ball strings, her dark raven hair flailing madly like a raging warhorse of Armageddon as she banged her head in time with the beat of the insane melody pounding through her ears with sinister delight. The Goddess of Metal has awakened and soon chaos shall ensue from her mighty war axe unto the wretched, damned halls of Orean Cause. Yeah she could have done all this in her room, but....she had a roommate unfortunately. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matthias - How to Make Yourself Look Stupid in Less than 3 Seconds "N-now just a minute dammit! This is not what your libidinous minds make it out to be!" Fuming at the collar was the agitated professor, practically facepalming on the inside...and out as well as he tossed the frilly maid dress aside, half tempted to either strike the punk Hana again with a well deserved hand to the face or reach into his....wait a minute...his flask?! Where was it?! He was sure he had it in his....oh...now it was clear to Matthias where his vodka was. That....that little bastard! First he knocks me out and then he takes my morning drink away? I swear I'll be strangling that damn nurse with my bare hands before this day is over. <.< "What this is, is not a particular sexual fetish as you two claim it to be, you included Angela! And in no way am I homosexual, as I've been married to three beautiful women....who I still owe alimony to... But beside the point, this was merely negative reinforcement for the boy and his snot-nosed attitude. He wanted to be a maid, so be it! And furthermore-" But he was stopped mid-rant as a raucous noise caught his ears....coming from down the hall in the music room no less, that...that ear shattering guitar of his other smartass student...one he could barely stand as much as Hana. What was her name again? Ellie? No, Ericka? It started with an E, but who cared. "What in the hell is that infernal racket?!" He squawked like the cantankerous old crow he was. "Miss Mallory, go see to that wretched noise and tell them to cut it out! I can barely hear myself think! And you," He turned to Hana briskly, damn near foaming at the mouth. "I could care less if you were Chinese, Vietnamese, or Korean! Get to work! You're not standing around all day! Chop-chop!" And as for the note, Matthias just skimmed over it before tossing it in the trash. Stomach Virus, how tragic, but if you were gonna play sick, think of something more creative like psoriasis of the liver, African Measles, or diphtheria. Nevertheless, unexcused absence. Oh and Angela did not just call him Matty!

Bride was surprised as the guy called out his first name. He never met him and yet how did he knew his name… Leon…that name felt so familiar but he had no memory, he wanted to know more in why that guy knew him. “w-we did…? I…” Bride looked away, thinking really hard, and five years ago…the time when his dad left for no reason and he was still recovering from surgeries. He did not want to remember those years but he tried to remember him. Hospitals… he been to a couple and stayed there for test and surgery but he can’t recall Leon’s face in any memory. “I-I am so-sorry…I don’t know you…Are you sure w-we met?...” Somehow Bride felt heavyhearted, why can’t he remember him, he should but no he couldn’t…like before. Hana stepped back, defiantly feeling weird out by the whole thing. Why he couldn’t get the punishment to clean or even suspension but nope he got to stay near that dick. Though he tilted his head as he heard that guy married three times… damn couldn’t keep in one relationship at all. Must suck though losing your marriage like that seemed like a hassle. But he can’t have to sympathy for a douche of a teacher who tried to force him to wear a freaking maids outfit. “No way I wanted to a be a maid! What the hell is wrong with you!? Seriously why aren’t you fired yet!?” Seriously though…why isn’t he fired yet. A mystery Hana guessed but it be a true miracle if he gets fired but he got a feeling that would not happen in a while. Hana didn’t like being treated like a mere helper but he do what eh got to do. He sighed not saying anything anymore so he won’t’ deal with any more bull shit. He hated that it of course but deal with it as he remembered; it’s only for one day at least. “Still I am fucking Japanese at least remember that…” He muttered out as he continued to clean the brushes, his hair was falling down so he removed his headband and after fixing his bangs put it back on. “Ah much better.” He hated to do stuff with most of his hair; he liked it only when half of his bangs are down. He cleaned quietly, hopefully not creating another shit storm with that guy.

"I don't really care if I look weird, to be honest." Kat said, trying to reassure her friend. Well, not that she really cared about what others might think about her, one way or the other. "Great! If you are better now, we should go!" Kat seemed more happier, thinking that the fact that she told Lilly she'd tell her about her fear for ghosts had vanished from Lilly's mind. But of course, nothing is easy. When she asked, Kat inevitably blushed and looked away, trying to cover her blushing face with her hands. "Just... don't laugh, okay? It's stupid." Kat said, knowing full well that it wasn't a story that would live up to anyone's expectations. "I was six at the time, I think. In my house there are lots of creepy things, but the place where the creepiest things were stored was the basement. Once, playing hide and seek with one of the boys those guys brought to the house, I thought it'd be a good idea to hide in there. Of course, it definitely wasn't the best place to hide when you are barely six. The old man told me before that many of the objects there were cursed or something, posessed by some kind of spirit, but I didn't believe it and hid between some of those things." Reaching that point, it was Kat's turn to start trembling. "I just know that those things started moving and making creepy sounds, talking to me in one way or the other, or maybe that was just my nerves. I also think one of those things was staring directly at me, sizing me up.... It was really scary, and I was froze in place. I didn't get out until some hours later that my parents decided to check there." After that, she let out a sigh. It was ridiculous, that she was traumatized by something like that. Lilly's case was more understandable, but Kat just seemed like a little kid with her phobia for ghosts. "Sorry if you were expecting something more grandiose." Kat turned around and started walking, not before turning to Lilly. "I might be able to make up for it, though." She said, inviting Lilly to ask more questions. Drew couldn't help but giggle a bit. The fact that Rosa totally blamed Bride's drunk-ness on him was hilarious in its own way. "Don't look at me, I wasn't the one who spiked the punch." Drew shrugged, not taking his eyes away from his book either. "If you get her number, be sure to pass it over to me. And also, why don't you give me yours while we are at it?" Drew stopped looking at his book and looked at Rosa, smiling all the while. Crap, the girl seemed fun to tease, acting all dignified like that. It might be bad if he gets carried away, though, he might get pummeled. "Lunch made by a cute maiden like you, it's impossible not to like it. Though I think my lunch might lack the most important spice. Love." He saw Rosa getting up from her seat, giving him the silent treatment. "Oi, oi, no need to be like that. We can still get along, right?" Though he said so, Rosa looked ready to leave, and not wanting anything to do with Drew. Well, he couldn't blame her, most girls acted like that towards him. He had gotten accustomed to it. "I'll wash whatever needs to be washed, don't worry. See ya later." Drew went back to his book and waved lazily at Bride. Even if it was already late, Drew liked arriving late. It seemed fancier. He did stand up and rolled his sleeves back, to get the cup and other things that were left in the sink before. Angela did not stay to hear Matt's rant, but her incredulous face didn't fade away. She still heard it in the hallway though, and she felt it would be rude not to answer him, even if she had to shout. Then again, shouting would be disrespectful for others, so she returned to the classroom and opened the door once more, to say what she had to say. "I'm not judging you, Matty, you don't need to make up excuses like those. No one in their right mind would ask to wear a maid outfit like that. Now, if you excuse me." She closed the door again after saying ehr piece and left. She went to the teacher lounge, to have some breakfast she didn't have during the morning. She did need to get her mind away from what she had just seen. She had read about it in human novels before, forbidden relationships like those, but she never thought they were not only fiction. "I wonder what would He think about this?" she sighed, wondering what her God would do if He ever found out. Would it be okay? With no way of knowing that right now, she just resigned. "I should study a bit more about humans, it seems my knowledge is still lacking..."

Just outside of Penns room, there was an argument going on. Well, to call it an argument would be an insult to people arguing all over the world - arguing implies at least a little intelligence while you were shouting at each other. The 'argument' going on right now had none of that, but they were very loud. "You're being absolutely stupid Cleo!" shouted Kanat."You're always doing this without considering other people's feelings and your absolutely wrong about eveything and - and!" "Your hair is orange and mine is blank and white, what do you know! It looks like I'm right about some things after all! Anything to say to that sister?" retorted Cleo. "T-that's uh . . ." Kanat, knew of course that there was something incredibly wrong with Cleo's 'rebuttal' but couldn't figure out what. She was never the most intelligent person. "Speechless little sister of mine?" continued Cleo. "Well if that's all I have this wonderful boy to meet!" That got Kanat's attention again. "NO! No means no brother, stop that right now!"

"Now, now, not zis shite again!" Roanesca drew out her sword, glimmering in silver light before a part of it touched no more the crimson gem on the opening end of the sheath, at which it cracked with molten iron and burst into red-hot fire. The Infernal Steel displayed itself once more, although it unknowingly gave more of her demonic impression. "Immortality is for ten dollars and fifteen cents at a convenience store not far from here." Roanesca lost her accent for this moment. She was ready at any time in case this madman tries to shove the sharp piece of wood into her. "Prices aside, you might want to put that stake away. And to the girl who passed by, well hello." An unintentionally hellish expression and tone took over. "Once again, with no repeats, I'm not a demon. I'm just human."

Penn heard some voices at outside, it seemed like an agreement but he couldn’t here because of the shower. He was curious to see who are the people agreeing at the front door but he heard a male voice and well…. His fear of men seemed like an issue with that. He stepped out of the shower and got a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and went out the bathroom. The voices became more apparent. It..it was the creeps voice and that girl that saved him last night! Penn had no idea what to do. He wanted to thank the girl but she is with that creep…. He stood there, just listening to there argument. They were siblings at it seemed but they seemed so different in how they treated each other. He slowly got close to the door and wanted to open it but he stop at mid pause. Almost like fear had stricken over him. He became paralyzed. “Why…can’t I move…” He asked himself frantically, wondering what caused himself to pause at site.

There was something about the way that Drew casually tried to pass the blame of Bride's drunkenness off that pissed Rosalyn off. He drank first, he KNEW the punch was spiked, it was very, very obvious. And yet he let her drink anyway, it was entirely his fault. Rosalyn blamed himself a little bit too, because he had let Bride go off alone with the perv. But it was mostly Drew's fault. There was also no way in hell he was getting their numbers, that was like begging for sexual harassment. The day he did was the day Rosalyn smashed his phone and broke some of his fingers. The Battleblood family was known for their ruthlessness, something Rosalyn had most definitely inherited. As Rosalyn collected the things he would need for classes today, Drew kept harassing him. And Rosalyn found himself getting angrier and angrier. He could just barely see what appeared to be red mist creeping into the corners of his vision, the tell tale sign of berserking. The Hulk was based off of the Battleblood's skill, anger could trigger it very easily. Rosalyn took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, waiting until the mist faded before moving to the door. Before leaving though, Rosalyn turned toward his roommate. "You can harass me all you like, I don't care. But if I EVER catch you doing this to Bride... It won't end well for either of us. You'll be leaving the school in a body bag, and me in a cop car. And I KNOW I can survive in prison." Rosalyn put his usual cheery smile on his face after that. "Well then, bye roomie!" He said in his usual cheery tone. And with that he left his room and started heading down to where his first class was supposed to be. Leon was a little sad that Lavender didn't remember him. And a little jealous that the guy could just forget about the awful things he went through in the hospital like that. While ever moment was still vivid and unforgettable to him. He thought of some of the things that had happened to them during that time and wondered if any of them would help jog Lavender's memory. There was lots of things, but most of it was normal hospital stuff that wouldn't stand out. Finally Leon's brain signaled in on a couple of things. "I'm pretty sure its you. Uh, you taught me some flower language and made me change what my favorite flower was because it had a bad meaning. I played some video games and you cried the first time my character died. They botched up one of my surgeries and when I woke you were sitting next to me holding my hand. Your parents couldn't come on your birthday and you were upset so I made you a bouquet from the hospital garden and cheered you up." Before each new memory Leon paused for a moment to see if anything was jogging Bride's memory. With nobody coming to bother him, Quincy's nap went from being that, to the much deeper sleep he needed to restore his energy. If anybody came by now he wouldn't here them and they'd have to wake him up if they needed him. They were going to have a hell of a time trying to get him up though. Once he was in this state, he could sleep through an explosion. The mouse was silent as he slept, no snoring would be heard from this guy. He never did, even when he was sick, cause he's a mouse and they're naturally quiet to hide from predators like cats. Quincy hated cats.

Dexter - Definetly not a psychopath Dexter looked up at the girl as the piece of sharpened wood hovered over her chest area, just as he was ready to jam it in if she couldn't prove she was human. To be fair, he didn't want to kill her, but he win,d if he had to, for a start, if there were any vampires or demons running around, they'd probably try to enslave people, like him! Then the sudden sword appeared above his head and he giggled in excitement. "Ha! A demonic sword? If you're not a demon, and you're just a plain old normal human, where the hell did you get a dem---" he stopped when he spotted the unforgettable sight of Evelyn walking towards them, quickly making him grin under his mask. "Hey Ev! How was your night huh?" He then looked at the wooden stake again, considering it fir a moment. "Perhaps you're rught, I don't wanna be arrested again." He dropped the stake and stood up straight laughing slightly at the human girl who was definetly not a demon. "My apologies Miss! I didn't mean to cause you any distress or pain or pure terror, now if you excuse me, I have to silently assess someone." And like that he went speeding down the corridor after Ev. He quickly arrived at the classroom where the sound of metal was coming from and pit his ear to the door, listening to it, and actually enjoying it. He seemed to like this tune even though he hadn't heard it before and then he fell in the door. Stumbling, he entered the room to see Ev head banging like a Lord of Darkness, making him grin. "Oh hey Ev, nice tune!" He yelled over the noise

Finally, no more crusade knights. she said to herself. Roanesca breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that some deus ex machina girl has saved her from being fatally impaled. That was troublesome, alright. Thank goodness, he left this stake. And being the kleptomaniac she was, Roanesca picked up the stake and threw it into her room. The sunlight was getting brighter and shorter. Streaks of illuminated walls, once reaching the ceilings, now descended just a few inches above the doors. Noon started getting closer, and so did her classes, which is an hour and a half away now. Roanesca sought to do more before her first hours of college closed in, leaping forward to the corridor behind, speeding past a few dormitories, across illuminated windows, and through a flight of stairs. Roanesca encountered company not long afterward. "Oi! What's with zis fight?"