A young girl on the podium shouted; she knew that this would be a good year. For her students and workers fate will work their ways. Her voice was loud as she spoke on the mic to everyone waiting outside the school before a new year will begin. Before the school year will begin she would always say something first before everything starts even though it was very cheesy but that how it usually went. “A new year is about to start. For better or for worse it will all change us. We cannot let fear trample us down. I know some of you are new and some of you are old, so don’t fear…fate will lead you. Nothing meaningless happens here, it all happened for a reason so please before I bore you more with this peppy talk, aim sure you want tan meet new people and that such but...” She raised her hand and shouted with all of her might. “Welcome to Orean Cause! For today will be a free day for all of you to have fun! Met some new friends and teachers! Later there will be a party for everyone! It will be at the school courtyard! So I hope all of you can join!” Loud party poppers popped out confetti at the entrance of the school. The headmaster left quietly like she vanished out of no where. Some student cheered for a new year as for some grew weary with the headmaster’s words. They knew that the headmistress was a bit... bi polar when it comes to things and they are unsure with her true words. Will fate really guide those souls? Or will it guide them somewhere else? right now its all up to them... -------------- Bride watched as everyone at the entrance went there ways and began talking to other people or maybe their friends. He looked alone as he had no one. This was his first day here and no wonder why he looked so alone, he wished to make a friend but it was hard for him. He didn't want to be used again but he wanted companionship. He was holding a small book, a light romance novel and though of reading it since he got no one else to talk to and he was shy to talk to anyone at first. There was a bench and a nice oak tree beside it, he walked there and noticed he was getting some looks by other students. Some even winked at the boy, he knew he looked like a girl and he would even blush with a simple wink given to him so he had to blush right there. Bride sat down on the wooden bench and began to read the book he brought. Right then and there he looked so peacefully and calm, almost really looking like a bride.

Rei walked outside. She stayed away from large groups of people. She walked quickly and quietly, heading to a nice tree. There was a bench beside the tree and a young girl was reading there. Rei ignored the girl and sat down,leaning her back against the tree. She pulled out a tablet and turned it on. There were hardly any apps on it. Just the necessities and one that Rei used for writing. Rei opened up her current book and began to write. She had already started writing the book a while ago and it was coming along great. Rei hummed slightly as she wrote, becoming absorbed in her work. A small part of her wondered what a person's reaction would be if they saw what she was writing. Rei was a pretty popular mystery and horror author, though thankfully she used a pen name, so hopeful her identity wouldn't be discovered, but that meant that Rei could write some pretty scary stuff.

Jack stood on the outskirts of the massive group. He'd been surprised at the headmistress's age...then remembered that probably at least half the people around him were like him - inhuman in some respect. That headmistress could be older than the planet for all he knew. It wouldn't do to underestimate these people. He examined the mass again; some people were physically distinctive, like him - though no one was really as tall as he stood. Some had odd hair or eyes, maybe other characteristics...but all were dangerous after a fashion. Some even acted like him, skirting the outsides of the group. He noticed a couple of girls sitting on a bench outside, avoiding the group. He wondered idly who they were, before settling his duffle bag across his back. He had at least two years of education here. He had to find out who his benefactor was, and become a good worker so he could support himself. It was going to be a busy life at this school. Hamlin stood near the podium with most of the other teachers. The headmistress was as bubbly as ever, he noted, smiling. She was one of a distinguished group whom he considered not to need his protection. Of course, he offered it anyway. He knew no different way. He scanned the crowd. There were some promising looking individuals this year; tall ones, strong ones, skinny ones, strange ones...Hamlin smiled to himself as he fingered his flute. He had a feeling that these students were going to be so much fun...

It was hard for Connie to peg down one emotion she was feeling at the moment. On the one hand, there was the natural excitement that came with a new school year and all the new possibilities it brought. On the other, last year at Orean Cause wasn't exactly memorable for her, try as she wanted she just never seemed to make any friends and more than one of her teachers yelled at her - not her fault that they taught math in a way that was far too complicated to understand. And if that wasn't bad enough, she didn't even get to perform in the school play because she missed the audition to take a math test she had failed. Math. Always out to get her. But Connie was determined not to let the failures of last school year keep her down, and this year she came prepared. As she listened to the speech with eyes wide and smile never fading, she nodded along to the words. There was going to be a party later, but Connie had additional plans for something to do instead of, or at least after, the party. In her hands was a stack of papers, hand made and copied, with big, blocky words on them: With the students free to mingle, Connie set off, walking along the main grounds, stopping and handing out the fliers to any interested student. "Movie night! After tonight's party! All are welcome! Bring a snack! Bring a blanket! Bring anything you want!" Connie was eager to hand them out and even more eager at the possibility of someone attending. She was not looking forward to repeating the mistakes of last year.

Bride as he was reading noticed a girl who sat beside him, she had a tablet and looked like she was typing something. He was curious on what the girl was writing but didn't bother to ask or to look. Soon enough Bride ended up staring at the girl for a while, he must looked like a creep for staring at her for a while so he looked away blushing and covered his face with the book he was reading. Though Bride was really curious on what the girl was writing he peeked a tiny bit and read some...pretty scary and I mean scary stuff. It something that bride would cry or scream in a matter of minutes so he turned back to his book shivering from what he had read.

Rei looked up at the girl who had been reading over her shoulder. Rei managed to see the girl's reaction. And Rei lived it. That sort of reaction from reading something scary. That was a reaction that one of her characters should show when reading a terrifying note. And Rei told herself she needed to use a reaction like that. Going to a school like this had a good use after all. REi went back to her writing, humming still. She really was enjoying writing. And a part of her hoped that someone in the school had read her books, just so that Rei could hear their opinions on her books.

If one were to climb the stairs of the Manchester Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, they would hear the haunting melody of Slipknot's Gently belting through the thin, misty air while from under the minute crack of the door seeped a miasma of thick, black shadows flowing across the polished tile floors. Now...if they were to open that door, what would they see? They would bare witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes. The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room. Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone. A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, one with men wearing creepy masks, the other of some grisly maniac, and lastly a portrait of some ghastly family, and next to that bed was a sinister instrument, its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier left on as its horrid feedback droned along with Corey Taylor's vicious, unrelenting vocals. And who dare defiled this peaceful aura with her shadows and her arcane horrors.....well....that would be the black haired girl passed out on the couch in front of a TV, a controller clutched feverishly in her hands and a headset in her ear with some twelve year old kid bitching her out. Her name...was Evelyn, and before you ask anything about her, no...she's not telling you anything. Evelyn could care less about attending the opening ceremony. It was like she's seen it a billion times, Welcome to Orean yadayadayada....how are you feeling? Like total shit... So instead of reporting to the auditorium like all the other students, she decided to just go ahead and claim her dorm. Luckily, she had a dorm to herself this time. People...never really liked sharing a dorm with her...and vice versa with Evelyn. "Psh! Really? The Drake Sword?" Ev muttered into her headset, an apple sour punch straw precariously dangling from her lip clenched between her teeth. "That's a total n00b weapon. What level are you? Six?! Are you fucking kidding me? You are so getting raped!" Frantically her thumbs flew across the black and red Xbox controller, her concentration only upon the screen, until it read in shimmering gold letters YOU DEFEATED "Hah!! Hellz yeah!" Evelyn pumped a fist in the air with a victorious shout. "You just got your ass kicked by a girl, ya little bitch!" "Whatever whore! Ooh you're soooo hardcore because your gamertag is Lachrymose666. Please, I bet your some emo-skank who wastes her time crying and posting her crap on tumblr." Her sorely defeated opponent's voice chimed back with venom. "Why don't you put down the controller and get da fuck back in the kitchen?" "Yeah yeah. I heard it before. Go suck on your COD, you little twat. Dark Souls is for the True Elite. Oh and does your mommy ever hear the way you talk? Fo-shame!" Now this....was a way to spend her day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "My apologies, Madame, but it seems we will be arriving late." The pearlescent sheen of the elegant stretch limousine shined amidst the light of the early morning sun cresting over the hills with a gilded shimmer and bathing any and all in its soothing warmth as it rose to signal the beginning of yet another day. The woman, who sat quietly and entranced in thought, her soft, pale cheek resting upon her hand, a few dainty fingers drumming against her skin, she sighed a tad bothersome and batted her eyelashes a few times as the lovely scenery passed her by and the prestigious Orean Cause came into view of her languishing rose colored eyes sparkling. "Madame?" The chauffeur, a man in his mid thirties, wearing the proper attire of a personal driver and escort, glanced into the rearview woman, whispering smoothly yet courteously to gain the woman's attention. "Madame, I said we shall be arriving late. My sincerest apologies for being the cause of your tardiness, my lady." To this the woman merely smirked curling her luscious ruby lips softly and answered with quite the refined giggle of a noblewoman, ~"Oh darling, please! There is no need to punish yourself for a mere mistake. After all...there is such a thing as arriving...fashionably late, is there not Sir Winston?"~ <3 The limo driver, she could see his cheeks redden in the rear-view, his eyes turning away from those of her staring back at him with such a pleasant yet oh so devious expression, as he would expect of his fair lady. Not long, the limousine came to a halt, the driver Winston stepped out first and opened the door for his lady.....and then....into the beaming light of the sun she emerged, robed in such lovely and elegant attire, again fitting more of a princess or a refined, sophisticated young woman, rather than a student of the school. And with yet another charming curl of her lips, she announced to nearly the entire world, ~"Hello my beautiful darlings! Rebecca Selie Valentine has arrived!"~ <3

Bride was still in shock in what he had read, it was terrifying yet...the writing was amazing. It was complex yet you can understand and the tension and power was strong. Bride wasn't a smart cookie but he knew a good story from a really good story and that hit the charts. He looked at the girl, she looked so young yet with her writing skills it was amazing. He wished he could be that good at that young agar than a....very sick and weak child... Even though Bride was afraid to read again he was curious what would happen next. he peeked again, slowly reading as he began to get afraid and tremble at spot. "...w-wow..."

Rei saw that the girl was reading over her shoulder again. She smiled and kept writing. Seeing someone read a single part of it and being so curious as to try to read again. It really did make Rei happy. She angled her tablet slightly more, making it a bit easier for the girl to read. Rei was sure that the girl didn't recognize it as a work from a specific author, so Rei wasn't about to be uncovered as Madoka Hideko. So it wouldn't really matter that the girl was reading what Rei was writing. With that, Rei finished the chapter she had been working on. So she pulled out the one other thing she had brought with her. Her drawing pad. And so Rei began to illustrate the monsters and some scenes throughout the chapter.

Zac In room 413 there was something similar to the room next to it. Though it wasn't blacked out and gloomy, Killswitch Engage's song The End of Heartache was playing loudly through his self-installed surround-sound audio system. Next to the simple bed was a amp half-stack with a Marshall speaker and Blackstar amp head. Leaning against it was a dark red burst, Les Paul shape Ibenez 7-String guitar. The pride and joy of the brown haired boy sitting on the bed. There was a guitar rack next to it with three other guitar and bass guitar. At the end of the bed was a keyboard with a laptop sitting on it, and the corner had a disassembled drum kit in it. On the wall mounted TV, the original Jak and Daxter was being played, and the boy on the bed was racing through it. He had obviously played it many times before. Zac couldn't be bothered with the opening ceremony, it was the same thing over and over again, booooring. So instead he was spending his time in his room. Then, as his CD transitioned to the next song, he heard something through the wall. Slipknot and a girl yelling about Dark Souls. He couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. He never really got into Dark Souls, he was never good enough. But he did enjoy the lore of the world. Zac kinda wanted to meet this girl who had been 'pwning n00bs' all morning, but was too nervous to go out there and say hi. So, he came up with a plan. He turned off his music and put a version of the Dark Souls inspired song Lordvessel by Tanooki Suit without the guitar track. He plugged in his guitar and turned on his amp, playing along with the song. He hoped this might attract the girl's attention. Rin The small girl in the big fluffy hoodie bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, clutching a box close to her chest. Her big eyes gleamed with excitement as her black hair pooled around her face under her hood. She was obviously very excited to start her first year at her new school. A place where she could be herself. She walked through the gates looking around with a big grin on her face. She had a big bag on her back, which carried most of her things. She continued to wander around, looking at all the different people, looking for someone, anyone, who would play with her. She had lots of games planned in the big box she held protectively.

Bride continued to watch the girl writing, it was getting really exciting yet it still scared him a lot. It seemed that she finished a chapter of that story and then brought out a drawing pad. She draw lot of creatures and scary beings that somehow fitted well for the story...the girl was really talented, like a true prodigy really. He wished he was talented like that..."You draw really cool..." He said out then covered his mouth, he must freaked her out as he was indeed watching what ever she was doing. "I-I am sorry, I didn't mean to watch..." Bride looked away blushing, what you call awkward for him.

"It's fine," Rei told the girl, "I can lend you a book similar to this one, if you want." Most of the time, Rei had at least one of her books with her, just for fun. It was always interesting for Rei to go back and read her own works. Realizing something, Rei quickly opened up a new document and began to draw the girl. She would be such a great side character. Especially with the part of her personality that Rei had seen. Rei was excited to see what other people she would meet that she could base new characters off of.

After a while or so of pwning n00bs and taking names in the unforgiving halls of the Undead Burg, Evelyn sat up with a stretch and a yawn shutting off her Xbox and tossing her controller carelessly on the couch. Her stereo had just switched over to some Skrillex, not really what she was used to hearing, but hell, it was still a good song, even if it wasn't metal. She stumbled over to her dresser, casually running her finger across the knife at her altar and pulled open the drawer, fishing out her spiked collar and her leather wristbands and putting them on. There was also her inverted cross necklace, which she slipped over her head and then fixed her hair, by fix just ruffle out the knots and leave the rest like she just woke up from one hell of a nap. Afterwards, she put on her black and red flannel shirt over her Dethklok tank and threw on a black and grey striped beanie over her head. Before Ev left though, she made sure to blow out most of her candles, leaving the one at her altar burning still. It wasn't like any regular candle, despite melting like one. It's flame...would never go out no matter how much she blew on it. Finally once she snatched up her sketchbook and her Mp3 player, she was out the door and on her way to wherever really. That is when....she heard it. In that very instant...she froze, her sketchbook nearly slipping from her trembling hand, blood red eyes wide and blank in an ethereal trance of some kind. The...the music...there was no denying that it was by far the most beautiful, powerful, and just epicly fucking amazing shit she had ever heard! .....Holy....fucking....shit! I....I think I just totally eargasmed...twice! But alas, where be the source of this fucking epic ode to one of her most cherished RPGs ever? Not too soon her ears and her eyes were directed towards the door, 413. Duh! And not too soon after, it was through that door the girl discovered herself busting through, not realizing she had a creepy Jeff the Killerish smile on her face as she hollered excitedly, "DUDE!! Uh.....I uh...yeah sorry man, but that was fucking awesome!" And you just made yourself a dork Evelyn. Fission mucking accomplished fuckwit! She didn't know the guy who occupied the room, but by the looks of it practically resembling a recording studio at Roadrunner or Metal Blade....it was safe to say Ev was probably gonna like having a badass neighbor like him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was late for the opening ceremony unfortunately, but matters as trivial as those were honestly no concern to the young woman, plus the free day gave her ample time to enjoy the dazzling splendor of the marvelous Orean Cause, yet the splendor Rebecca was rather intrigued in was not of the school itself...but rather the few students her lingering eyes set upon with adoring, gloating glances and swooning inner sighs of insatiable lust...or perchance a bit of affection as she adored the company of her many beloveds outside the bed as much as in. She skimmed about the school grounds, her elegant gown flowing behind her billowing softly amidst the calming breeze, and of course she had her matching parasol unfurled, gently twirling it about her slender, soft fingers while happily she hummed to herself, cheeks blushing rosey at the sight of so many adorable ladies. Ahhh...such a lovely selection indeed at this academy. I swear it is though the gods have found favor with me and paragoned me to my beloved paradise...surrounded by so many sweet, beautiful paramours. Oh such joy that warms my aching heart! <3 A soft chuckle she gave before continuing on, yet fate be fickle, as she was so caught up in her lustful moments....that she had not seen the young girl before her(Connie), and accidentally bumped into her, papers fluttering about as Rebecca yelped with abrupt surprise and humbly apologized afterwards, her voice, it was sweet as always, yet of course so smooth and entrancing, ~"Oh good heavens! My dear, are you alright? I am so terribly sorry for bumbling into you! Please,forgive my rude behavior, darling!"~ As if by some divine intervention one of the many papers found its way to her hand. Her rose eyes skimmed over it, enlightened by what she read. ~"My my..."~ <3 She purred with intrigue before setting those same sparkling eyes upon the girl and a welcoming smile crossing her lips. ~"A cinephile are we dear?"~ <3 And what a beautiful one at that, such adoring features the girl held, such as those crystaline blue eyes and hair flowing so soft around her cute face, hair a shade of chocolate. Rebecca wondered if she possibly tasted as sweet as chocolate. But of course, the nectar of her beloveds was always sweet upon her tongue. ~"Hehehe. How charming."~ <3 The woman giggled delightfully and set the flier back into the pile smiling all the more warmly to the girl, all the while pleasantly musing of how she may reel this one in towards her own decadent charm.

Zac As the goth looking girl burst into the room, Zac noticed he accomplished his mission and grinned a little, the song just ending. Zac ripped into a 10 second shred fest, his fingers rampaging up and down the fret board as his pick swiped across the strings before ending on a pinch harmonic. He smiled at the girl, albeit slightly nervously. "Heh, thanks. It's one of my favourite songs, good to hear that I'm playing it well." He stood, turning is amp on standby and putting his guitar on the rack, Jak and Daxter on the pause screen on his TV. "I'm Zac, this is my first year here. Do.. Do you play?" He asked, motioning towards the guitars. He never really had any musician friends, so he was hoping that she did play. Rin As Rin looked around the front of the building, she saw a very elegant looking girl bump into another girl that was holding a stack of fliers. Oooh, I wonder if either of them will wanna play with me??? She grinned and skipped happily over to the two girls, smiling wildly up at them. "Hi! I'm Rin! I'm new here." The small girl introduced herself enthusiastically. She peered at the fliers, then back up at the girl holding. "Ooooh, movies! I like movies! Can I come?" She asked with a sweet, adorable smile.

Far, far in the back of the crowd, while the headmistress gave a much cliched opening statement, a certain woman leaned against the concrete of the auditorium with her head bowed. Her deep dark brown hair flowed down, as it rested on the concrete, while the green ribbon that held it in place seemed to do nothing to even shorten the threads of her head. Her dress shirt, a mixture of white, black, and green, had a little peculiar red ball on its chest. This ball seemed to be a plain ornament... or was it? This was her actual seeing eye, as the eyes on her head served no more purpose than to show her expressions, which as of right now displayed an unimpressed, yet still curious, mien. She was unimpressed, perhaps, to the introductory speech, although her scrolling "eyes" showed a curiosity to whatever something new may come in to this year. To most students, she was simply known as Sarina Marcel, the teacher that gave lectures boisterously, and sometimes, annoyingly. Others, who had affiliations to the mystics, may know her as a rather powerful fallen angel, although very few truly know her as Sariel, a legendary figure of destruction, who have sealed most of her power away. When the headmistress had done speaking, Sarina Marcel raised her head and leaped forward and away from the wall, to begin the first business of her first day at this year of work: to spot the main character try and familiarize whatever face she sees in this rather big room. Most of them were the fairly usual blondes, brunettes and gingers, but a few had unusual hair colors of light blue, deep red, light green, too black, and among many other colors. Most of them were simply dyed, but those with odd hair were more likely to possess something special than most others, and the Japanese exchange students, or at least how Sarina Marcel interpreted their names, who had this characteristic were by far the most likely to have something magical in their reach. That leads her to ask: Is Japan a magical country or something? Sarina Marcel simply laughed it off, then continued her job memorizing the faces of the students in this very hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mister Sickle, today's a bountiful harvest for you and me!~♥ If only Miss Sariel didn't gaze at me too much...."

Bride smiled back as he might get a book to read, if she type books then...she must be so fulfilled. He must something truly amazing... The he noticed that she began to draw him, he blushed realising that. "..Oh!...You are really talented..." He was stunned for a moment, no one really ever draw him before. She was really...really talented, he felt sad how unaccomplished he was than her. He could have done so much but of course being a sick child that would never happen. He stood there as she draw him he thought to maybe introduced himself at least to break the ice. "Oh...uummm...M-my name is Lavender but other j-just call me Bride..." Bride blushed a bit and stood still as the girl still drawing him.

" It's nice to meet you, Bride. I'm Rei. Here," Rei placed a book in Bride's hands. It was one of hers. A milder one, but still a good one. Bride seemed like she was new to horror so a milder book was probably better. "Ohhh, I'm sorry if I'm making you feel uncomfortable. It's just that I don't meet people often and so since I'm finally going someplace with more people I might as well base characters off of them," Rei explained.

Things certainly hadn't been going well for poor Connie. On the off chance that someone did accept a flier, more often than not Connie saw them crumble it up and toss it into a garbage can or, most often, onto the grass. It was bad enough that they were ignoring her earnest, heartfelt attempt to bridge the socialization gap, but to litter on top of that? How utterly rude. Though annoyed, Connie pressed on; there were a fair number of fliers after all and the job was not done until they were all distributed or stapled to a bulletin board. With a renewed purpose, Connie was determined to complete this task swiftly...and then she turned on her heels and was bumped aside, fliers floating out of her hands and down to the ground below. Connie herself wasn't hurt, though she was knocked off balance but managed to stay standing, if a bit wobbly. She was going to apologize, or at least tell the bumper that it was no problem, but she froze when her eyes crossed over the hair of the girl who had sent the fliers flying. Connie had never seen hair so...red before, nor had she seen someone wearing such...clothing - and she had been to France during fashion week. And was that an umbrella? No...a parasol. Clearly some wealthy type, no doubt Connie was about to be given the ringer, chewed out for crossing paths with some spoiled rich girl. Probably the red haired girl would mock Connie's yellow sundress and black tights for not being some expensive ensemble despite the colors giving her outfit a cheery, spring vibe. To Connie's great shock, the girl seemed...amused..and...apologetic? "Oh..um..it's...it's okay," She as flustered, still reeling from expectations and reality clashing. "Cinephile? Um...no, I just really like movies. And live plays too, but those are harder to get DVDs of. Do you want to come? I had movie nights every month last year but no one came and I totally understand if you don't want to. I mean, you look like you have more important things to do, but thank you!" Connie had been gathering the fliers on the ground as she spoke and, having gathered them all into a neat stack in her hand again, smiled at the red head for the consideration. She had thought that would be the end of it, but a shorter girl bounced up to them expressing an interest with an enthusiasm not even Connie had matched. "Oh, really? Of course you can, Rin, was it? It's an open invitation! That's one! That's one more than before! Oh, right, I'm Constance Blendin, but everyone calls me Connie, so you can too, Rin. And you too...er...Red Lady." The year had just started and things were looking up already.

Bride looked at the book that Rei gave him, so she was a writer...he was amazed by her and was ready to read her books. "Wow...you are an author? That is amazing..." Bride looked at the book again, he liked reading, not much but when he ahas free time he would usually read or tend to his flowers. "Oh? I never been with much people before actually...well I been to school but I was a...loner sometimes..." Bride shook his head trying to forget the past and gave a small smile. "Base them...off? you mean you kind of make characters based out of real people and put it there?" He pointed at the belt implying that what she said.

Lilly Lilly floated around the open area, trying to take note of who could see her and who couldn't. She spotted a girl handing out flyers and floated down to her. When she was in front of the girl, she held up a finger and slowly moved it back and forth in front of her face, watching her eyes to see them move. "Movies? Can I come?"