Bride listened carefully what the guy was saying, crying, bouquet, surgery....none of it he can recall. He felt like a burden was put on his shoulders, he wanted to remember but he couldn't nothing particular came up his mind but his heart felt heavy. He stepped back a bit, stunned and not sure on what to say. "...why...why can't I remember..." He asked himself, putting a hand on his chest. His heart felt too heavy, it almost was overflowing with to much confusion yet emotions. He looked down, wondering who was this guy, what was he feeling and what was going to happen. He looked back up, his face showed sadness and confusion. "I am s-sorry but I...really don't remember anything...What hospitals as it? I been to a lot...and...just I am confused... Who are you and what memories....I am not sure..." Bride felt sorry, Leon had those memories but he didn't he wanted to remember but he couldn't It was almost an act really but somehow he knew it did happen.

Jack stood in front of the school. He carried a duffel bag slung over his right shoulder and hanging by his left side, while his right hand shaded his eyes. He fished inside his jacket for a minute, then pulled out the slightly crumpled brochure that had been left for him. He compared the two images, then returned the brochure to its pocket. He sighed, and re-settled his bag. "Well...I'm not going to learn anything if I just stand around out here. Might as well make my way inside.". This said, he began the walk to the front of the school.

Her eyes slowly opened again from the nap on the couch she just had. It was only a small nap but in the time her roomie had already disapeared without even noticing her lying there. She jumped off the couch with a long good stretch right after it. She figured school would be about to start so doing a morning routine wouldn't be too bad of an idea. Her bare feet slowly shuffeled towards the kitchen. She still felt a bit drowsy from sleeping just now so everything she did was rather slow passed. A loud yawn escaped her mouth as she arrived at the kitchen. She still had to bake more cakies for her future friends. Victorique took some of the ingredients out of her backpack and also took out some tools she needed to use out of the cupboards. She wrapped an appron over her pyjama's and went to cook. About an hour passed to finish up the cakies and some cookies. They still needed to cool down but that was also possible in her bag. Victorique took some of the old cakies out of her bag and replaced them with new once. She also took out a pack of milk and a mug out of the kitchen and sat down with everything placed it on the saloon table and began to eat the cakies and drink the milk as breakfast. Not so much latter a soft nock was heard on the door. Victorique stared at the door for a moment in silence with the half eaten cakie still half in her mouth. She stood up and walked towards the door and slowly and carefully opened it, her head carefully peeked around the door to see Rebecca standing there. Did she forget something from last night or was it because of that weird event. When she knew who it was she slowly displayed a little more of her body soon standing half in sight of Rebecca. She was still nibeling On the cakie without touching it. Crumbs were all scattered over her face in multiple colours from the difrent flavours. She was still wearing the aparon over her pyjama's but worst of all. She had forgotten to wear the amulet and didn't even notice that she didn't. The girl was staring at the red haired not saying a word at all. She didn't remember most of her night but she did remember the fangs and that she liked the girl a bunch but it was all rather vague. She pulled on the girl her hand inside of the house and trew the door closed behind her. She didn't even hesitate to bump onto the girl hugging her tightly with full force. Her legs were pretty powerfull so she pushed Rebecca right onto the ground with herself on top. She slowly sat upright after hugging and leaned on her knees to lower the pressure on Rebbeca her body. She had left some cake crumbs on Rebbeca her face from the cakie still in her mouth and giggled a little before gulping down the cakie. She placed both her hands on her lap as the right side of her pyjama shirt slid down her arm slightly. The shirt wasn't overly sized but she still was pretty thin. The smile on her face faded a little as she lightly said to him with her hand in front of her mouth "It's Murray" before moving towards the door. She walked through the hallways and somehow trusted that the guy wouldn't murder that student. She quickly arrived at the music hall and opened up the doors. She immediatly covered her ears from all the sound. It was pretty damn loud being so close to it. She slowly began moving towards the girl before pulling out the cord from the amp to her guitar. She uncovered her ears and sweetly smiled "Hiya um you wouldn't mind to lowere the volume a little would you. That would be wicked." The girl was quite... the thing being dressed like that.

Rebecca- Meow <3 How long had she been standing here? Not long actually, just a couple of minutes Rebecca had awaited for someone, hopefully Victorica to answer the door, but the aniticipation, the dreaded waiting, it was torment to her heart, timidly her hands fidgeting at her sides, a small fang momentarily nibbling at her bottom lip as a few sighs escaped her, her foot tapping against the polished tile floor of the dorm hall. Be patient, Rebecca. She reminded herself, feeling as if...actually there was a small bead of sweat slipping from her brow. Good fortune to those who wait....ah but how long must I endure this? It's only been a few minutes, but I feel as though time lingers as I stand here, waiting to see her...and...what shall I do if I see her again, gaze upon her lovely face? Will this time I be able to suppress my inhuman urge, an insatiable hunger I've yet to sate. Of course I must. I am only here to make amends for my horrific actions during the evening. And to make amends, the time had come. Her heart nearly bolted from her chest the moment she heard the door creak open gently, a short gasp of breath and her eyes moving towards the small crevice that gave view into the girl's humble abode, and also to...the girl herself. A soft blush came to Rebecca's cheeks the moment her eyes locked with the ones staring back at her, along with an adorable, round face bespeckled by what appeared to be crumbs of various desserts and other savory confections, making Rebecca's lips curl into a warm, gentle smile. But what be this upon little Vicy's head? So it seemed Rebecca was right all along, the cutie was indeed not human, and this....it just made Victorica all the more adorable to the vampire, all the more desirable. Not a word could be issued from Rebecca before Vicy suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into the room. My what strength and what vigor, even as she sprung onto the woman and tackled her to the floor, a surprised yelp elicited before she fell back bringing her arms around the girl on top of her for a brief snuggle. ~"Goodness, such energy you have this morning, sweetie! And still cute as ever!"~ <3 She giggled leaning upwards with Vicy still in her arms. It seemed the adorable cat girl had left a bit of crumbs on Rebecca's own face, so Rebecca merely wiped them onto her finger and licked them off pleasantly musing, ~"Mmmmm...must be all those sweets you've been eating, my dear."~ And what would you know. Not only did Vicy have such a cute, fluffy pair of ears Rebecca couldn't wait to touch, but even a cute little tail to match. She had to figure when the girl noticed her exposure to the woman, she would be completely abashed and flustered even. Yet, seemed fair since it was Rebecca who displayed her own true nature last night, remembering why she was here. ~"Vicy,"~ Rebecca spoke serenely, still smiling all the more affectionate to her dearest. ~"I've only a few minutes before I must attend my morning classes, but I just had to see that you were well. I fear I may have terrified you last night with my....outlandish behavior we'll call it...and...I just wished to make amends with you. I mean you no harm at all, honestly. I suppose there is no use in telling you what I am either."~ Her lip quivered a moment, temporarily a frown as she glanced off to the side, but then back to Victorica again, wrapping her arms around her tighter and giving her a soft peck on the cheek, ~"Besides, how could I hurt such a sweet little girl as you, my lovely Victorica?"~ <3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Evelyn - Music Critics <.< After that sick melody, Evelyn was about to dive into something even more sick...or rather SIC as she fucked with the tuning on her guitar a little, dropping the strings into a low guttural growl and launching into her next heated jam for the morning, a full blown attack on her strings to rival the horrific fury of Jim and Mick combined, plus it was one of her faves off Iowa that just made her blood surge with energy while she played and banged her madly, unaware that she had a few spectators to her rage, until she heard someone yell their loudest over the demonic screams of her guitar, "Oh hey Ev, nice tune!" Ev stopped playing mid-tune the moment she heard the voice, one she knew in particular muffled by something stuck over their faces....a gas mask. She fixed her hair back, it having become tangled and wild from her frantic headbanging, before affixing two blood red, and strangely bewildered eyes onto Dex standing in front of her. What the fuck?, was all that was repeating through her mind like a scratched vinyl. Uh...is this dude stalking me? Oh fuckballs, I'm the next victim. Lucky me bitches! "Please, no autographs." Wryly Ev joked before messing around again on her instrument with a few improv'd riffs, kinda killed her Maggot Mode the interruption, but she was still killing it on her axe, her fingers scraping down the fretboards and pulling some quick hammer ons and pinch harmonics, a few palm mutes to add some percussion. Of course she had the Marshall amp jacked up so loud she was guaranteed possible hearing damage, but hell! That was how she loved her music, especially her most cherished of all. Yet....there were others who didn't share her philosophy, mainly a few teachers such as that prick Professor Gay and now....this one dumb bitch who just swaggered in unannounced....and unplugged her guitar, the only sound now being the buzz of feedback filling the room. "Fucking hell?!", Ev cursed out loud whirling around to the teacher, a habit of hers always talking back to them and getting herself in trouble for well...most of the year. "What? Don't like it? Wear ear plugs then." She smarted off and plugged her guitar back in going into another jam, just to piss this bitch off. Sure she was nice, but that didn't matter. Ev...she hated most of her teachers, and she figured this woman was one of Matt's little stoolies, come to turn her music down because his itty bitty eardrums couldn't take it. It was shocking he could still hear Evelyn's music, especially when his head was stuck so far up his own ass.

Iyo ate half of his egg salad sandwich, as he continued to eat he noticed a guy with blue hair (jack) near the entrance of the school. He though he must be new because he never seen him before. That blue hair though really stood out from the guy. Iyo being the type to help people he stood up and walked towards the really tall guy. He had to look up just to see him. "You new? " He asked simply while taking a bite of the sandwich. Since Rain wasn't there he wanted to talk to someone really, anyone perhaps as well.

Zac pulled up into the school car park in his old, black van. The black pain of the old, beaten thing was faded and badly scratched in several places, and the sides of the vehicle had various marks and dents. It was a loud machine, the engine roaring and jumping on several occasions as the boy pulled into a parking spot. Finally the cacophony came to a stop as van stopped, and a thin brown haired boy exited the vehicle. He looked around, taking in the sight of his new school, and home, taking a deep breath. He went around to the back of his van, lifting up the back door and climbing into the vehicle. The van was filled with all of his possessions. Mostly music equipment. There was a drum kit, a guitar amps, a variety of guitars in their cases, including both an acoustic and a bass guitar, and a keyboard. He also had a laptop and several bags of clothes and other things. He slung a small backpack over one of his shoulders and climbed back out of the van, shutting and locking it behind him. He started walking through the school, looking around the place and taking note of the important areas. He was heading to the main reception to sign in and get his schedule and dorm number. As he walked he thought about what his new life here would be like. Better than what he left behind, hopefully. His mind started turning in unpleasant directions, about why he had to leave, why he couldn't get his father to forgive him for… That horrible day… But he quickly stopped himself. There will be no thinking like that. Not here, not now.

Jack blinked, then looked down toward the voice. He was faced with...a person. They were really small compared to him - but then again, so was almost everyone. "Yeah...I'm new here. Just arrived, actually. My name's Jack.". Jack extended his hand, naturally suspicious but unwilling to make enemies on his first day. After all, who knew what this person may be? They could be a normal human...but then again, maybe not.

Dexter - Do you ever feel like, somebody's watching you Dexter just smiled at her, slowly head banging to her new banging tune. He tilted his head as he saw her face quickly going through some sort of inner dialogue. He tilted his masked head, his eyebrows raised in confusion. Perhaps she was going insane? Autographs? He only accpeted autographs from people like Dave Groeul. So there he stood, tugging on his mask, hopefully gonna get it off so he could let his full head of hair fly when he headbanged. "God damnit! Why won't this thing come off!" He yelled in anger as he noticed the sudden stop. "Hm? What's wrong with good music huh? At least we're not pop loving sheep!" With that he ran over to the set of drums he saw and jumped on the stool, from his pockets he drew two pieces of wood, one of them he just tried to stab a german with. "I came here to rock, and I shall!" He then rose his arms into the air and laughed sinisterly. "Now does anyone have a buzzsaw? I need to get this bloody mask off!"

As Zac looked for the main reception, he got turned around a little, and started hearing someone playing guitar, quite loudly, in the style he liked. He grinned and followed the sound, turning it down in his ears to avoid getting overwhelmed by the loud, heavy guitar sound. He stood there, watching and listening for a while before frowning at the interruption. After some hesitation and inner arguments, he walked up o them. "I have a solution..." He spoke up, amplifying his voice so he could be heard clearly. He raised his hand, concentrating as his mind tweaked with the soundwaves, quitening then by a considerable amount after a certain distance so it was mostly unchanged for Evelyn but much quieter for the interruptors. "How's that?"

Iyo looked back at the tall guy and shook his hand back. jack seemed like a good guy, not rude or very out there unlike some other people. "Well nice to meet you Jack, my name is Iyo Welcome to Orean!" He gave a cheeky smile and nodded at the guy, he was really tall so it made Iyo feel a bit...inferior... A bit! "You need a tour? I study here a long time so I know this this place in and out!" Iyo offered to the guy, hoping to get a good start.

Evelyn - Quiet Riot (Come on Feel the Noise) If anything, Evelyn was already pissed that Matty sent his damn lacky to tell her to turn her music down, and she was half tempted to send the bitch packing back to that cantankerous old fart with her guitar buried in his henchwoman's skull and a nice little note written in her blood with two very...very clear and distinct words: FUCK YOU. But given incentive to act on that long kept murderous rage born of emnity for the prick and whoever else rode on his coat-tails, Evenly only sighed and shook her head at Dex....acting like he forgot to take his meds this morning and bouncing off the walls, though she liked the guy's enthusiasm. "Take five, Lars Ulrich." She muttered glancing over to the gas masked kid, still complaining about the mask allegedly fused to his skin. Surely a good yank should pry it off....or some black powder and a lit match. Then, she turned to the teacher, a nice woman yeah, but still...a teacher, glaring at her and being mouthy as usual towards the school faculty, "A'right. First off, why did Matty send you when he could've drug his drunk, lazy ass down here himself? Is he really that much of a bitch that he's gotta hide behind some woman he hired?" At that she snorted, but resumed, "Second, it's the music room. I have a right to play however the fuck I want and if poor Professor Gay wants to get all butthurt because he's widdle eardrums are bleeding, then it's no skin off my ass." There would have been a third, but it was interrupted when Ev heard the door to the music room open again, and in stepped someone else, a new kid by the looks of him(Zac), since Ev never seen him much around the school. Her eyebrow raised a bit when she saw the guy hold his hand up and act like he was gonna force-choke the fuck out of the teacher or her or even Dex behind the drums. After that, he asked a simple question, "How's that?" How was what? What the hell did he do? Ev looked at him perplexed for a moment, but figured it had something to do with the room. Yup, another weirdo to join their merry band of nutcases here at Orean Cause, soon to be named the NOT Xavier Academy. Thinking for a bit, she played her guitar once more, trying out a riff that was very thrash with swift up-tempos and downpicking that could rival even Hetfield's, following with a Kerry-King-esque solo before ending her heavy attack, shrugging her shoulders at the new kid still with that puzzled expression glued to her face, "Uh...not sure what you did, man, but emm...thanks I guess." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matthias - Nice Wheels As much as his secret enjoyment of harassing and terrorizing his most detested of pupils could carry on, Matthias was content with just watching the idiot clean the art room like he was supposed to, casually sipping on his morning coffee and reading his paperback copy of Othello while Hana bustled about dusting off the desks, washing up the brushes and restocking what was needed, and if he was done, then certainly he could rest assured Professor Gray would find more work to keep his lazy ass busy. Still, he felt a tinge disappointed his whole schtick with the maid outfit backfired on him, thanks to that cheeky Miss Murray and that dimwit Angela chiming in and making Gray look like some pedophile with a fetish for elegant couture. Grumbling to himself bothersome, he downed the last of his coffee and slammed his book shut slapping it down on the table, mainly to garner the dipwad crossdresser's attention, noted by that pretty little flower stuck in his hair. Hoped a bee landed on it and stung some sense into the twit. "Dammit boy! You move any slower, the apocalypse could happen while you're cleaning off your last brush. Hurry it up!" He squawked crossing his arms and cutting his sharp, emerald eyes at Hana. "You're here to work, not lollygag around while I have to deal with being stuck with an idiot all day!" But then, what was that noise? A familiar, and quite troubling sound had followed after that wretched guitar of that one annoying pupil finally quit, thank Miss Murray for that.....for now... but soon followed another hair raising ruckus, a series of honks and wails and beeps resounding from outside...in the school parking lot no less. "My car!" Matthias yelped getting up from his desk and making for the door, but stopped turning towards Hana again, "There's something I need to check, but if I return and find this place ransacked...you can rest assured you will have hell to pay, you fucking hoodlum." And out the door he whisked away, briskly storming down the halls and out the front door, crossing the lawn towards the pavement only to discover....the worst. "My....my....MY CAR!!!!!! WHO DID THIS?!!!!!" There it was, like the ugliest splotch of paint upon a beautiful, artistic masterpiece, completely ruined, ransacked, and shattered beyond all resolve, a scratch...long and wide across the entire right, broad side of his Black '67 Impala. (Carry on my Wayward Son!!!) "ALRIGHT YOU BRATS!! WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!!! I SWEAR YOU WILL BUFF AND CLEAN THIS CAR FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAMN LIVES!!!" Hollering to no one in particular he was, but soon his rage indeed found an outlet, a girl(Grace), possibly the miscreant who enacted such a vile and unsavory act upon his prized vehicle, just standing casually next to what could be considered the trashiest and most disgusting, revolting, and just....who could drive such an ugly eyesore as this ratty ass van?! <.< "You there!" He barked at the girl approaching her and glaring at her furiously. "Did you see who ruined my car? Well? Or perhaps it was YOU!! Yes! You with that....that...monstrosity...that horrible bucket of rusted bolts and spanners! How can you even drive such a thing, let alone look at it! It makes my eyes wish to pop out of my skull and commit suicide!" <.< "Well did you?! Did you wreck my car you twit?! I guess so seeing as you couldn't find anywhere to park that lumbering behemoth of yours, so you scraped by my vehicle and DAMAGED IT!!!"

Grace Grace watched without emotion as the old man started yelling at her. She glanced between him and the car in question, went behind her van to open the doors and came back out with a car buffer. "Here," She said, shoving it into his hands. "That will get the paint off, smooth out the dent, and refinish your own paint. Just start it over the undamaged part and sweep it across. I built it myself, and I want it back in my van and the doors closed when you're done with it. If you try to keep it, or take anything else out of my van, I'll know, and I'll find it. Have a nice day." With that, she turned and walked away without another word, completely ignoring any protest from the man. Lilly Lilly shook her head, moving to float beside Kat. "That's all I needed to know. I'm sorry I bring up bad memories for you." She stayed silent as they walked, waiting for her friend to speak up again. All she really wanted was to spend time like this, the way she used to when she was alive. She was content now.

Dexter - Hero of the Day Dexter sat there, grinning behind his gas mask, still poking the straps with the drum sticks that he had extracted from his pockets. He watched the teacher and the new arrival, his head tilted slightly, observing them with many thoughts flying through his brain, at one point he even wondered what it would be like if he just fried both of them with a blink, just make the electricity fly from the speakers and boom! They're both finished! He giggled slightly as he started tapping the cymbal. He giggled at Ev, cracking his knuckles. "Hey! I can play the drums if I want to Dave Grohl!" He said back to her, with an unseen grin spreading across his face. Then the boy lifted his hand, and what the hell did he do? was he manipulating the reality around them to destroy them all? Was he about to Magneto on their asses? "What the he---" He called out before instinctivly putting his hands around his neck, scared he was already being choked to death. Then he removed his hands and looked at the guy confused. "What sort of dimension bending shit did you just pull!"" He exclaimed, so totally confused.

Zac just smirked at the guitarist and the one on the drums, shaking his head. His eyes were then drawn to the girl's fingers as she started playing. A smile appeared on his face, watching her infers fly across the fretboard, analysing every movement and every note. "Yeah, no worries. Wow, you are good. Really good. I'd love to have a jam when I'm signed in. I'm new."

Jack studied the young...man, he presumed, and thought it through. He DID need someone to show him where everything was, and there was no better guide than the voice of experience. By this logic, he'd been lucky to run into someone willing to help him. Almost too lucky. "Alright then, Iyo, you have yourself a deal. I don't know where anything is, really.". He gestured for Iyo to lead the way - but he kept a weather eye on his surroundings.

Hana hated the bombardment of insults and digression that teacher gave him. He was freaking cleaning the mess that a teacher is supposed to clean, a thank you would be grateful at least. He continued to bite his lower lip to hold in the mountains of swears and cusses he wanted to storm at Matt. "Shut...the fuck... up...dear god....teme..." He whispered out letting a tiny bit of his rage. Holding in his grudge as Matt left saying something about important matters Hana smiled. He threw the last brush on the floor and grabbed on the chair where Matt was saying. "Well fuck you asshole!" He closed the door and locked it then proceeded to throw the chair at the desk. Then he grabbed the supplies on the shelf and opened the paint, with each paint can he poured it onto the ground and onto Matt's deck with an evil smile. "Thats what you get fucker..." He knew he would be dead anyway but he really wanted to get back at him. For being an stuck up in the ass, pervert, drunk, dickwit of a teacher. Nearly painting the classroom itself he grabbed some paint in his hands and slammed it on tyne board and wrote. Whats wrong? Like your pretty little arts room? Then smushed more paint on it. After the paint he grabbed the cray pastels and wrote on the desk. Thats what you get! You fucking bastard! After leaving a huge mess there he washed off his hands and left the art room. Hana didn't care if he was going to die or not, he hated that ass and will do anything to piss him off....he may even be expelled but then again he done worst things than that. He went towards the school roof hoping to meet up with a friend and have a good smoke. Iyo gave a cute smile and hooded his head. "Alrighty then!" Unintentionally Iyo hugged the guys right arm. He did have a habit of doing that, hugging peoples arms that he just met. It could show that he trusted a person at least but still he must gave off the wrong signal to the guy. Must be great first impressions to Jack. "Oh would you like some egg salad sandwiches? My mom made them for me and I still have some left." He took out from his backpack and in a foil he took out the last egg salad sandwich he had. Iyo smiled again laughed. "You would really like the school here, it can be chaotic but its better than nothing! well I guess we can go the your first class, what is your first class anyway?"

Jack froze as Iyo grabbed his arm - had he been wrong when he assumed Iyo was a boy? Or did he simply swing a different way? He thought about it for a moment, freezing in place as he did so - then he decided that it didn't matter. After all, what right did HE have to judge anyone else? So, he unfroze himself and let out a breath. "Ah..sure. A sandwich would be nice." he said, reaching into his jeans pocket to retrieve the schedule that had arrived by post from the school. He flipped it open, and scanned it quickly. "Looks like I am in...Engineering.". He re-pocked the schedule, and decided to simply ignore Iyo's odd behavior. He'd simply reject any advances that came, and if there were none forthcoming, he didn't believe Iyo to be malicious. His instincts came from his Jotun side, and he was a fairly good judge of character.

"Bad memories? Perhaps. But it is better to share them with a friend, don't you think?" Kat said, spreading her little smile farther across her face. "So, want to get something to eat? I'm guessing you can possess my body for a while and taste some of the food too." Kat started walking to the cafeteria. "I see... If I had a dollar for everytime I've heard something like that, I'd probably be rich enough for me to hire women who wouldn't say the same." Drew said, laughing merrily and getting right to work. Rosa seriously needed to chill, maybe she was on her period or something? That's what passed through Drew's head, since she seemed so irritable. "Yes, see you, roomie. Have a nice day. And thanks for the lunch." Drew said, as he started washing what was in the sink. "Damn! Rosa needs something to calm down already. I might have been at fault, yes, but she really can't take a joke." Drew spoke to himself. Of course, while it may have seemed that he was mad, he was actually laughing at the prospect of it. "I might just bring her a box of chocolates, both for her and Bride, as an apology. They are a really fun." Of course, as the virgin pervert he was, he may have already imagined part of his life with one of the two girls.... Maybe both. "Oh, yea! That's truly art! The HAREM ROUTEEEEE!" Drew couldn't help but screaming out at the prospect.

"Hey, wake up, we're almost there! I can't wait to cause trouble!" Jinx said with that usual devious grin of hers, making Angel smile as she lightly punched her sisters shoulder. "Come on, its our first day at a new school! At least behave yourself on the first day!" Angel pleaded with the smile still on her face. "Fine! Alright, I'll behave! Just promise me you won't be so damn naive and innocent about everyone!" Jinx said as she sighed and rolled her eyes, making Angel nod her head. "Okay! I promise!" Angel said happily, her sister ruffling her hair as she grabbed out her voodoo doll that was plain, making her grin evilly with a glint of devilish happiness in her eyes. "If anyone touches you in any appropriate place, you better tell me! I've been itching to use this doll all month!" Jinx said with a match that people would not think belonged to someone as sexy as her. But then again.... Looks could be really deceiving! "No, I won't tell you! Just because you said that you'd use your voodoo doll!" Angel said with a pouty look on her face, making Jinx eye her seriously. "Then your punishment shall be tickling to death!" Jinx said, raising her hands to tickle her sister. No, no, no! No tickling! I'll tell you! Just please, no tickles!" Angel begged with a smile on her face, making Jinx smirk. "Alright! Let's just get through the first day, shall we?" Jinx asked as they pulled up to the school. They arrived in the school parking lot in a white limo, the chauffer dropping them off at the entrance before he grabbed their rolling bags and a couple others. "Did mom and dad really have to get us a limo and someone to bring our bags to our rooms?" Angel asked, loving her parents but she wanted to do this on her own. It just didn't feel right to spend money on this when they could be giving it to charity. "Yes, or else we'd be late to first period! What do you have?" Jinx asked, taking out her schedule and seeing she had Art Class first period. I have Science.... If only people knew that science was just the learning of mystery's that good created for life. Angel said, not liking Science at all, even though she was good at it. Well, I should get going! I want to get there so I can dance with the Art Dolls they use for people to practice poses with!" Jinx said with glee, pinching her sisters cheek before walking away. "See you later!" Angel called happily as she saw her sister disappear around the corner, looking around at the huge campus. "Where exactly is science anyways?" Angel asked herself, starting to walk around campus like a lost little puppy looking for its way home.

Evelyn - "Noises Noises People Make Noises" At first thought, Ev was about to shut her eyes, expecting to get either Hadouken'd or Fus Roh Da'd out the window by the new kid when he raised his hands up, and still she was confuzzled by whatever the hell he did. Must've had something to do with the room...or on second thought...did he do something with the sound? Evelyn, even as she shredded on her Warlock, Matt's little bitch wasn't raising a shit-fit over it, even when she turned to leave the room. After messing with her instrument a bit and trying some new riffs she made up on the fly, she set her guitar down and looked at the kid again. "And?" She muttered a bit ill spirited. "Ya do know there's a rule, right? But...I ain't gonna badger you for it. Name's Ev." If he was expecting a handshake, don't bother, because Evelyn wasn't touching no one's hand, mainly because of her own power an gawd forbid she read any more fucked up minds. "So you play?" She asked before hearing that little crack from Dex, not an insult since Grohl was a musical genius, seriously Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Probot? The guy had the fingers of Midas. "A'right then Dave Lombardo, show me what you can do! Bang the fuck out of it!" Ev hollered back, issuing forth a challenge no less. Who knows? A wackjob like Dexy probably had some talent under that mask of his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rebecca - This One Strayed too Far Twas a wonderful few minutes she had spared with her dearest Victorica, but as the bard put it echoed from the lips of Romeo to his Juliet, parting is such sweet sorrow, and how Rebecca felt such of leaving her sweet kitten behind, but she'd rather not keep adorable Vicy from her classes as well, being the cause of any trouble she would face later for unexcused tardiness. So it was with a lamenting sigh and a pouting lip that she planted one last kiss upon the girl's cheek, one last snuggle to feel her smooth, porcelain skin against her own before the vampire departed towards the main building where her classes resided. Her first class for the morning, which was it now? Rebecca had not the faintest idea, for she merely skimmed over her schedule delivered to her by the cute, bubbly courier to her room the past evening, it taking all the woman had not to drag the poor soul in for a midnight snack, since her hunger got the best of her that night. How mortifying it was still, a burn that never healed as though her heart was exposed to the sun. Speaking of the sun, By the gods... Twas only autumn, late autumn, but here the red haired beauty felt it was the ides of August, and the sun was beating down upon her with unjustly, savage rays of light searing her flesh...and boiling her blood. How I could only wish the next day for rain or for snow. This sunlight...it's ridiculous. I should've brought my sunhat if I were to know what a clear day it would be. Ah...but I still can't deny it's lovely out. The woman paused however in her stride, her black heels ceasing to click against the concrete path through the school gardens, upon hearing a faint giggle or two, quite the cute giggles honestly. Her rosy eyes skimmed about her surroundings, avidly seeking out who those gleeful chatters belonged to, and there she saw them(Jinx & Angel). Oh...the both of them, they were so adorable, so...so ravishing Rebecca could not peel her languid eyes batting lustful lashes to them, in faint hopes they would recognize the voluptuous maiden standing aside their presence. Intently,yet hungrily she observed them, feeling a tad disappointed as one of them parted ways. Twins, that much Rebecca could assume by how similar they appeared to one another and how sisterly they acted, but now the other was alone, the timid, shivering mouse soon to be caught in the cat's claws. I should get myself out of this blasted sunlight, but....I am rather famished..and when could an opportunity such as this ever present itself again? Ah well, this one should fall to me quickly, then I can tarry along my humble way. <3 A devious smirk crossed her lips, as did a serpent's tongue lapping ravenous, salivating for yet another taste to quell her thirst....her insatiable thirst. ~"Lost are we, sweetie?"~ Rebecca mused with a sensual whisper, sauntering in behind the timid mouse, only but a few stray inches from her. ~"Poor dear, you look oh so frightened."~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matthias - ...........*seething with rage on the inside* "Don't you think you can boss me around, you dunderheaded slag! I'm the teacher for Christ sakes!!", Matthias rose a stink at that idiot girl, who had the guile, the tenacity to talk back to him like some slobbering, worthless pug, and then just waltz away like it was a minor squabble, like his voice was nothing more than the cantankerous cawing of crows. In his anger, he merely tossed the bizarre device she(Grace) shoved in his hand, thinking more or less it would devastate his vehicle even further...or blow up in his hand. As if he would trust anything crafted by someone who drove a rusted, creaking behemoth like that poorly made pile of scrap metal. Muttering to himself, he stormed back into the building. He'd catch whoever scratched up his Impala eventually and when he did.....may whatever gods he worshipped and bent over for have pity on his sorry ass. Now if only he had his flask to calm his nerves. He needed to get that back from that dipwad of a nurse Quincy, but later. Now he had to check and make sure that other idiot Hana didn't pull any stunts while he was gone. And.......his fears were soon realized. One swift pull of the door handle opened the door but once again it slammed shut, Matthias....in complete denial of what he just saw. "Okay....okay." He took a moment to breathe...to let the severity of the situation just sink in ever more before he blew it. "I...am not going to panic. I am going to open this door again, and when I do....when I do....my classroom will be in perfect order. There will not be paint smeared all over the walls, desks flipped over, pastels scratched on my favorite chair....." And with every description of the immersive damage witnessed the Professor seethed more and more clenching his teeth tight in paroxysm. Finally, he opened the door again.....and there it was still, a complete...fucking...mess....no other to describe it, nor to describe..... "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHAAAAAAAANNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! YOU BASTARD!!!!!!! YOU INSOLENT DUNDERHEADED FUCKING PRICK!!!!!!! WHEN I FIND YOU I SWEAR!!! SWEAR UPON ALL THAT IS GRIM AND UNHOLY I'LL RIP YOUR DAMN HEART OUT THROUGH YOUR THROAT AND STOMP ON IT TILL IT BREAKS UNDER MY SHOES!!!!! YOU WILL HAVE HELL TO PAY YOU...YOU....CUNT!!!!!!!" And with that he slammed the door with a thunderous echo and began storming back down the hall, still in mid-rant, "AND WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, THEN THE HEADMISTRESS CAN KICK WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR BLOODY, WORTHLESS CARCASS OUT ON THE FRONT LAWN AWAY FROM THIS SCHOOL!!!!!!!!" There was no doubt in his mind everyone in the school could hear him for miles on end....but who cares?