1. Entrance Ceremony

The plane ride was rather smooth. Coming from his home country he was rather interested in seeing the difference that Russia would give him. Not so much the weather, as they were relatively the same. Nice winters that would chill the bones to relatively mixed summers. He wasn't really going to fall to far off the climate radar. But the rather rich Russian history tended to lean him in an interested state of mind. Hell, even the other voices that would sometimes push and poke were silent, more interested in the seeing of this place up close. Though for now, he needed to sit in the black limo that picked him up. It's exterior was polished, giving off the obvious black gloss paint that made up the coloration. He wondered if this was how all the people were picked up. Making him then think for a split second about how much the food or other things had to cost if this was the case. He could only imagine the cost for just paying for a limo for every single person to be taxied to their location...that or if people would even take it? Some people could be rather odd, choosing to not want to step into these things. Thinking it was a trap, it didn't bother him though.

They had asked him to get into his uniform before even taking the last flight to the school. Which was understandable being that the moment they landed was when he'd head to school. Sure it was more jet lagy then one would probably had wanted to have. But he didn't mind it to much. The interest of everything new was constantly pulling his eyes around. He was anxious of when he would be able to see some locations like the Winter Palace, or the Smolny Convent. There was so much to see, and he could be in the city for the time granted to him. He looked back into the limo for a moment, seeing the leather beige, along with it's smooth texture that seemed to shine lightly when the morning sun would hit it. He looked at the black break that seemed to hold a fridge of sorts and even a small black like table. Though these were made with plastic, they still held an artistic look to them.

After sometime, the limo turned into what seemed to be a half moon parking. Towards the massive stone wall, which had a large black steel gate. He was here, he knew it and so did every part of him. He gripped his bag lightly, the duffel bag was all black, and had nothing really note worthy on it. It was just your normal large duffel bag, though it weighed much more then one would have probably though. Having his trench coat in it for one pretty much guaranteed that one. After the limo stopped the man came forward and opened the door. Allowing him to step out. Adjusting his uniform a bit so not to ply too much he looked to the massive gates before him which swung open no creepy creak or anything as a sort. Though he was still awestruck. If you didn't tell him he would have thought he'd just saw the Versailles right there. It was amazing how the school was designed in this way, so pristine. And yet it made you want to just sit there and stare. Though he knew he needed to make his way in. Taking a few steps forward he turned around to the man and thanked him. Then turning back to the right walked towards the courtyard entrance to the massive school. His dorm and the rest would probably come after the ceremony, so for now it was going to be exploration.

There were already students here, all from different cultures and ways of life he was sure. But who would even be worth his time? Sure he was going to be kind to just about anyone who'd talk to him. But he watched them from the distance. Almost as if he couldn't stand the presence of people. No, it wasn't really that. He just couldn't' stand the concept of fake people. And not many people past even that, could stay in his presence. He wasn't the most normal person on the block. But if he could keep himself in control all will be fine. He smiled when smiled at, nodded and just moved to sit on a near by bench which sat down on the stone path that lead to the main gates of the school itself. The large doors seeming to intimidate people before they even took a foot in. Indeed, this would be fun time for him. To pass it off the sun seemed to beam down in a more subtle fashion? Everything was perfect. Maybe too perfect in some ways, but it was best to take things as they came to him. Don't annoy fate to much..

Chattering filled the air all around her as she entered, what she assumed to be the entrance to the school. All the other students appeared to be excited and happy, while she, herself , was feeling more nervious then anything .
This was a new place, with new people, and hopefully a new beginning for her. Which both saddened and delighted her. But in all honestly she was feeling so many emotions at once she couldn’t even begin to sort them all. But above all else she was awestruck as she took in the sites that greeted her.
The walk from the air port to the school had been both beautiful and different as she’d wandered around aimlessly through the area before trying to find her way to the school. She didn’t know wether the school had arranged to have someone pick her up or not as she had left the plane, but she didn’t really care either.
As she made it to school with little trouble, other then a few wrong turns, but nothing a few polite manners and flirting couldn’t solve while asking for directions from the people of the area. Some were a little hostile but some were also kind as they pointed her in the right direction not even the weight of her satchel had slowed her as she quickly found the school entrance.
She looked around at the other students before sighing in annoyance, while she was excited about a new start, she was not looking forward to introducing herself and having to deal with mask wearing idiots. People who pretended to be friendly, but were really fakes who lied about themselves and others just to impress and fit in.
But then again she supposed it was for the best, she started trying to blend into the shadows like always so she could learn what was needed before others tried to cloud her judgement or cause trouble, although she had to admit most appeared friendly as they smiled and waved in greeting to her.
She sighed again as she sent a silent prayer to the sky. Please don’t let this have been a mistake..

New. She was used to new. Just another place not to call home. Another place the Shadows would twist and turn, pulling her away from any light that wanted her.

She pulled at her skirt uncomfortably. When was the last time she wore a skirt? With the family that made her dress up for dinner. It sounds right. They were nit picky. Living a rich lifestyle they couldn't afford. She hated them. The family or the skirt? Both. It was constricting to her and wouldn't help if she needed to run. Running, always on her mind. Always looking to escape.

'Breathe.' She thought to herself, closing her eyes and focusing on the rhythm of the limosuine that was driving her to the school. New home. New school. New people to surround herself with. "No." She muttered, gripping the hem of her skirt. She knew to just keep everyone away. Go throught he motions, get through at least a year before breaking down.

"Almost there." The drive added two more words to the count of her two hands. He said nothing else and didn't seem to expect any sort of response. She turned her head, staring out of the tinted window. It was a marvelous sight, different from any place she had experienced. 'Could it be home?" She thought to herself, shaking her head softly knowing that home did not exist.

As the Shadows moved underneath her feet, the car came to an abrupt stop. Her hand pushed up against the seat in front of her before her face could. The engine idled, and she looked through the dashboard, he eyes focusing on the building that seemed to have printed out from the pamphlet that sent her here. "Here we go," she spoke through grinding teeth, pushing open her door and stepping out onto the stone floor. It was a building out of a book. It looked historical, important - it terrified her, but she wouldn't show it.

'Russia. Russia.' She thought to herself, grabbing her lone grey backpack. She needed facts, things that didn't matter to keep her in control. No panic attacks, not here.

"Offical name is the Russian Federation," she mumbled to herself, slinging the bag over her shoulder. "Capital is Moscow... its land area makes it the largest country in the world." She started at the individuals walking throught the looming gates. So much chatter, it was irritating. "It has 9 different time zones. It's larger than Pluto?" She pondered the information, shrugging the bag back over as it started to slump down her arm. "It has a doomsday device that overrides all protocols to launch a nuclear arsenal." She probably spoke louder than she wanted, but at that moment she didn't care. She stood between the gate doors, staring at the tall building as people brushed past her - annoyed she was holding up traffic. Her eyebrows stitched together in frustration, and her glare met the eyes of another girl who bumped past. She frowned, scuttling away quickly.

"Good riddance," she muttered, turning back toward the victorian styled creation before her. 'I can make this work.' She though, stepping forward, knowing the Shadows were right on her heel. Survival. That's all it is. "Easier said than done."

Many of the people seemed to fall into hilarious pawn forms. He did mingle some, meeting contact with a few of the character's that played out before him while moving away to see other people. There were probably a few groups of the more shy people about. He wasn't really going to jump out of the bag in order to get to them. But he was watching them occasionally. Talking to some of the guys about their sports, while some girls would giggle. It was logical that most of these people knew Russian, along with the second language of English. They didn't demand such a thing, but English was greatly asked for as a second language. As teaching the business language of the world was something that was best for most people. He looked around spotting two people in particular that seemed to stand out, more so because of the events that seemed to be occurring around them. Both female it seemed, but they didn't seem to be in the greatest of moods. Nervous possibly? He wasn't ready for these things, he didn't even really care to much about those before him. These little pawns.

***
A man touched the shoulder of Naomi, he was a slightly balding man that seemed to be darker in skin tone. Probably from Africa. He wore a white lab coat, though he seemed to fill it out quite well. A rather beefy and well built man his hazel eyes looked down to her with a light smile on his lips. He stood around 1 foot taller then her, standing at 6'5”. He didn't seem to give off any real aggressive stance to her.

“Hello, I don't think you should be moving so far away from some of the groups. Though I can't say I blame you.” He had a rather distinct accent, though it sounded like it came from Germany, “I'm actually going to probably be one of your professors are some point. My name is Professor Eichen.” He stated calmly. He was interested in what this girl was thinking. More so with her little spout about a doomsday device to release the nukes in the Russian Federation.

****

A young man walked up to he seemed to sport a rather black hair color that, was curved to hide his left eye. His pale skin was obviously patted down to make it look even paler. Though he had some dark black eyeliner that marked over his eyes, bringing out their green eye color. He was relatively thin, and wore tight pants and a sort of loose shirt, that seemed to have a belt that didn't seem needed hanging on his small waist and going down to his thigh. His t-shirt though loose seemed to match the rest of his dark line up, with his shoes being the only stand off thing. They were a light green color and were something rather odd for his get up.

“Hey,” he began, his voice shook a bit. Making it seem obvious he wasn't use to talking to girls. “ Do you like listening to music?” He asked a rather open question. Though his accent was Russian. Maybe he was trying to get to know her more. He shifted a bit, but kept a arm length distance between the two of them. Though it seemed common as some of the people around the area were wearing the same outfit style as him. He wasn't much taller then her though, maybe by 3 inches.

Sora sighed irritably as she tried, unsuccessively, to not stand out in the crowds surrounding her, but to her annoyance the more she tried the more she failed. while she had nothing against meeting new people or making new friends, she was not amused with some of the students that had approached her so far.
From annoying Barbie wannabes to jocks who kept trying to either look down her top or flip up her skirt. there were a few who seemed honestly nice, but so far the majority had literally made her want to knock someone out.
just as she was fixing to try her luck again. Sora heard someone yet again approach her. turning to face the person she started to politely get rid of them, but stopped when she heard them speak.
"Hey, do you like music?" Sora blinked as she tilted her head as she studied him.
He was a little bit taller then her, but stayed a comfortable distance from her making him, more polite in her books then the jocks had been when invading her personal space. she also noticed his Russian accent as he spoke to her, which he seemed to hesitate in doing so. He didn't appear to be hitting on her either as he made complete eye contact with her.
Sora smiled as she sent a silent thanks to god, for allowing what she hoped was not a fake to approach her this time.
" hello to you as well." she greeted before holding out a hand in greeting. " my names Sora and yes I love listening to music!"

Naomi was busy rambling through her own mind when someone touched her shoulder. She flinched, taking a quick step back to see who had approached her. She gathered her composure quickly, and studied him as he spoke. He was giving some instructions and then proceeded to introduce himself. He was some sort of professor - Elchen.

'Don't start on a bad foot with authorative figures,' she thought to herself, gribbing the strap to her backpack tightly.

"I'm not used to be around so many people," she spoke softly, facing toward the uniformed students making their way in the same direction. It wasn't a lie, sure she has been around a number of people - foster homes and all - but this was an actual school. 17 years, and it was a first. Home schooling was common among foster homes, and small private schools to give students much needed attention. So yes, this was in fact new.

"Naomi," she faced him again, introducing herself cautiously. She eyed his lab coat carefully, "What is it you teach?" She asked the question more out of respect, rather than actual interest. Her gaze drifted to the individuals around her. So many people from different places. Different accents, demeanors and just overall different personas. It was intriguing, considering her life revolved around kids whose parents didn't even want them.

"My names Sora and yes I love listening to music!" She heard the voice in the distance. Her green gaze followed the voice, and she started intently. Music - it reminded her of her mother. She was a music prodigy, and Naomi inherited the same skills. Piano, violin, cello, flute, clarinet - you name it, she played it. She would sit for hours, helping her mother write a new lullaby to put the twins asleep. Her father hted it, claimed it was a waste of time. No music, no stories - imagination can't exist, live in reality. She wondered if her father was a different man when they met, but she doubted she would ever really know. She gave a slight frown at the haunting memory. It was rare to think of her biological family. God, there was so much blood.

The Shadows swarmed her, trying to pull her away from her current reality. She blinked a few times before turning to face the professor who was starting at her, waiting for a response. Did he say something? "Um... I'm sorry. What did you say?" She needed to focus. Thoughts like that aren't going to help her make it through this place. 'You know better,' she thought, bitting on her lip in annoyance, 'survive.'

“Do you like listening to music?” the voice sounded off to him. Seemingly nervous? Though it seemed to be normal as he took a glance over to the teen who was talking to the girl before him. It was probably him just trying to get into another social circle. Maybe he was looking for something else? No it wasn't to much to say that maybe it was merely out of a drive for friendship. Tsk, the use that could be if you could peel off the flesh to see the truth inside. He turned his gaze back to the people before him for the moment. He didn't really need to talk to these people, merely feeling the urge to build a sort of wire, a vine of people to use to get gossip from. He would be able to get much more information this way...that was so long as he didn't have a weird weak moment to his own mind...people seeing that kinda take a step back from you. They aren't the most uppy and happy once they realize how twisted you are inside, once they see the inside. He waved the people off while pushing back his blond hair for a moment and took a turn. Seeing a professor talking to a girl. The man was rather tall, but still it was interesting to see such a exchange. His eyes drifted back to the other two, they didn't seem to be hating one other. No, it was all playing out so well in their land. Of course that would depend on how much a person could build the world. Reconstruct their own selves in order to save some one else...gah..it still took so much for him to not fall back to his old ways. It was indeed a hard promise to keep in the first place.

He walked across the perfect grass and moved to the marble black bench and took a seat. Leaning his bag on the side while looking up to the tree's near by for a moment. Listening to the others around him. His gaze drifting about nonchalantly as though to see him as just watching people who were passing back and forth.

*****
The professor laughed lightly, it didn't seem to be so much towards his possible student as it was to her question for the moment. “Well, believe it or not i'm actually a biology teacher, though I fall more into the genetics department. I'm one of the top here. Though for the most part I just help in whatever is asked of me. You know this school is also a place that may hire it's students and help pay for their own projects? It's quite and interesting school to say the least.” He stated calmly and watched her look to the people around her.

He smiled at her when she asked if he said anything of importance. And came closer down towards her. “So you have a social anxiety?” He asked her so that no one else could hear. It wasn't so much what showed as how she reacted to things around her. “ I'm more then able to help you if you want, maybe get people to help you out or whatever it is you need. I'm here to help just as much as I am here to teach. Though i'm a biology teacher, I specialize in Genetics. If that makes you feel better hearing it a second time, though this time actually listening.” he stated as he pulled himself up and saw the blond teen sitting on the bench alone. “Why not go talk to that boy over there?” He suggested kindly. “The school will be open soon enough, for everyone to enter freely. However I think it's best to mingle just a tiny bit. Books aren't everything as they say.” He said with a light smile.

***
“Really? Nice.” The emo like teen stated with a smile on his face. “Do you like any sort of music? I myself am more into the bands like My Chemical Romance” he stated and kept his smile on his face. “So do you have a subject you like? Or just jumped on a chance to get into this school?” He was obviously more relaxed now, that she said she enjoyed the music scene. Though he did shift occasionally he generally had to keep his eye contact with her. Though at times it would cause him to blush abit. He waiting anxiously for her response. Though it probably would have seemed odd to some people around them. In the least it was keeping other people from bothering them. As some of them came from his former school, and they weren't to fond of him at all.

Sora tried to keep the amusement from her face as she watched the boy become more relaxed as she answered his questions although he seemed to still be slightly nervous as he talked to her. " I generally like bands like Black Veil Brides and Blood On The Dance Floor, but I like other types of music as well. As long as its got a beat, I normally like it."
“So do you have a subject you like? Or just jumped on a chance to get into this school?" Sora blinked in slight discomfort at the last question. she knew the boy was just trying to make conversation and didn't appear to realize his last question had gotten to her. jump on the chance indeed, she hadn't even cared where the school was located or what they studied here as she just been happy to escape the hell she had been trapped in. happy to escape the disappointment, the neglect, the bullying and the abuse of what she called her life.
She mentally cleared her head as she forced the smile to stay on her face. " I suppose you could say I'm into a little bit of everything, reading, art, music, ect, ect. I just like learning, so long as the subject is not to boring."

"So you have a social anxiety?"

Naomi wanted to hit him at that moment, square in the jaw. Shut him up so she wouldn't have to listen to him speak like he knows all about her. Though that option was definitely off the table.

"Not exactly," she muttered, letting her bag drop down her arm so she could carry it by the top hook. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't need any help." She sounded slightly bitter, but refrained from escalating anymore than she needed to. But that was the thing, she didn't NEED to be this way toward this man. This professor seemed kind enough, genuine in his offer. But she didn't want it, and refused to accept it. It wasn't what she deserved.

"...in Genetics..." he was rambling - at least in her mind. She listened carefully, nodding out of habit as he spoke. Genetics? Interesting enough. It would something new she could learn. Something new she could dive into and distract her mind. Maybe.

"Why not go talk to that boy over there?"

Naomi followed the Professor's gesture, focusing on the blond boy sitting alone on the bench. She wasn't one to just go over to someone without any reason. Her moves, her motives, they were all planned carefully. She had no reason to talk to this boy.

He was talking again, and she was hardly listening. To avoid any further embarrasement, she shrugged her backpack over her shoulded and nodded to him slowly. "I guess I'll... mingle." She faked a smile of white teeth, turning away and reluctantly making her way to the stranger. "I'd rather be reading a book," she mumbled to herself, grinding her teeth in annoyance.

She reached the boy, taking a soft breath as she sat down next to him, dropping her bag on the ground between her legs. She still held on to the strap, scratching at it lightly with her thumb nail.

"Hi," she turned to the boy with a bright smile. "You don't have to talk to me, but I don't want to deal with that professor in the lab coat thinking I"m some sort of nutcase - so I am apparently, as he put it, mingling." She scoffed, yet still keeping a light smile on her face. Whether he responded didn't matter to her. She'd buy her time, sit her and then take off when the doors were open. Hopefully this new start is really what she needs.

She leaned forward, her brown hair falling in front of her. She look ahead at the crowd of students, through strands of her hair like a veil. Chatterboxes. Cliques already being formed. She wondered if any of these people knew each other outside of this place. How many of them had stable lives and people to call friends... or for that matter, family. It didn't matter. She didn't envy any of them in the slightest. Maybe she should. Who knows.

Person, person, A female person. Kill it, make her fall, murder it all. Take them from her, make it all end. See the despair.
She'll betray you! Make her feel it before she does...

A simple “hi” from the teen female triggered his other eyes one could say as she moved to sit beside him. He wasn't really weak and wasn't about to just walk off because of it. He was use to the voices, their calls. Constantly scratching the back of his mind. Asking him to murder and kill almost anything and everyone around him. Though maybe in a way it would feed his need to do so even in his own natural state. Well, as natural as you could be by generating an interior wall in your mind in order to deal with this annoyance.
“Oh?” He responded to her statement, seeing the lab coated man leave from view seeming to have been glad of his conquest or victory. “Sometimes it's better to play the game.” He said finishing his statement. He kept his voice stable, and calm as he always had. She was an interesting person to say the least though. Most people would have probably just picked someone else. The only people who had approached him were merely annoying bugs who were just hoping he had a lot of money, or was some sort of drug addict like them or something on those lines. He merely sighed lightly. “Well since we are here. How are you?” He stated to continue the conversation, “My name is Carn. And you are?” He finished it.

Yes keep going, manipulate, learn all and then use it against her. Kill her mentally, make her despair. The thoughts wouldn't end, nor would it be a problem. He was, as he thought to himself use to it. They were in a way less descriptive then normal. Though that was probably because of the walls he built. Though, even with the walls there was only so long before the demonic beings seeped out a rather dark aura around him. He knew it enough. So many people could approach him, but little would stay with him once they saw his true colors even one time, or partially. He didn't need to voices to tell him that one...not, it was a fact and would remain so for the rest of his life. The other fact of not caring enough to seek help for it was there too, but he believed more in himself then some chemical a doctor would give him to screw up his head more. Plus he liked his liver...it was a nice thing to have. Gah, it started again. Such a mixed up mind. His face didn't change, merely a neutral to a natural smile occasionally as people walked by and waved at them. He noticed the emo boy leaving the other girl in a hurry. How particular, he thought to himself.

******

The professor watched with a light smile as the girl he was talking to walked off to talk to the boy. He turned on his heal making his lab coat float about as he did so and thought too himself how well he had done. He knew that the time would be coming soon for them all to come into the school's auditorium for the entrance ceremony. And he was getting pumped up for it. Stepping forward as he opened the oak doors and walked inside the room. Closing the doors behind him.

******
The emo teen seemed to be pleased with her response though he was interrupted by what seemed to be a text. “I'm sorry I have to go check up on someone. It was really nice meeting you. My name is Jerry.” He stated as he looked to the text once more in worry as he ran off towards the parking lot of the school.

"Sometimes it's better toplay the game."

She peered over when he spoke, watching him carefully. Nice enough to respond to her she guessed, then again, other than the professor it was her first real encounter with anyone on the school grounds. She looked away, sitting up on the bench with her legs crossed, dropping her bag down in front of her. She didn't have a response to him, and honestly though that was that, but he spoke again and she didn't want to be the weird girl who just wouldn't respond.

She ran her fingers through her hair, removing the strands from her face. "Excited." She spoke with word with a smirk. It seemed like it could have been excitement. She wasn't nervous about the new place. New was easy. It was her backup escape plan that she would have to prepare for. If it came to that. She reached into the inner pocket of her uniform jacket, pulling out a a cherry lollipop she immediately unwrapped and popped into her mouth.

She watched the professor disappear behind the large doors. She wondered if she'd actually have a professor. Genetics, that's what he said he taught. Not a normal study for her, but intriguing. She didn't need him to talk to, if anything she did just want to learn. That's how her mind seemed to work. Master one thing so she can master the next. Knowledge never ceased.

"Naomi," she responded to his name, holding the sucker on the side of her cheek. She was slowly folding the wrapped. Origami was a hobby at one point, cranes and frogs. The cranes were her favorite. "How about you? Excited to be here?" She pulled the lollipop from her mouth, pointing it toward the crowd handing by the entrance. "That's exciting I guess. Never been around so many people." She chuckled to herself, popping her candy back in her mouth as she completed her wrapper crane.

It was 'exciting,' she told herself over and over. She really wanted to try and stay in one place, even if it was school. Maybe it would give her life some sort of normality she could get used to. Moving from one place to the other. One family to the next. Nice home to the streets. 'This could be worse, most definitely,' she thought, moving her lollipop from one side of her mouth to the other. She held the tiny crane on her pinky, watching it intently before turning to her new aquaintance. "Russia's nice. Defintely nothing I've ever seen. Where are you from?" She asked curiously. Small talk? That was normal, right?

“I'm sorry I have to go check up on someone. It was really nice meeting you. My name is Jerry." Sora sighed in disappointment as the boy ran away looking worried about something. all well at least I got a name before he disappeared. she tried to look on the bright side before looking around at the other students.
with Jerry gone now, there was now a chance more annoying students would try and approach her again. she noticed off to the side was a bench with a boy and a girl who didn't seem to be any more social then herself. shifting her bag from her right shoulder to her left she made her way over, but instead of asking to sit with them or just sitting down on the bench with them, she made herself at home upside down leaned against the tree that was close to the bench.
"sorry to bug you both but mind if steal this spot?" she asked not looking at them but at the other students as they continued to interact with one another.

He listened to her speak, though for the most part parts of it were being muted out by the harassing voices that had decided it would be fun to play with what she was saying. Although regardless of their vile intents he was able to keep most of it straight forward. A good way to talk that was to say. “Hmm, I wouldn't say i'm excited. Interested, yes. But not excited. I tend to not enjoy the same pleasures some people get while being around people. You know, all that fun stuff. Feeling like being part of a flock was never something...for me.” He said calmly, it wasn't meant to sound aggressive, no. he was testing , teasing the water to see if this person would be worth his time or not. You would never really know until you started laying out the road.

She's failing, look at her...Another comes, slice her throat. Watch her reaction.

It seemed someone else was coming, he was obviously already slightly aware of her. His peripheral vision had picked up on the on comer. Another one, the girl show stated she enjoyed music. Of course that was because of that kid who seemed to leave in a hurry. He tilted his head back. “I would have to say the more interesting part, is how many games some people will play though. I wonder which teacher will start it, and who will finish.” He said calmly allowed. Watching the area around them play out. The game.

The girl seemed to move to the nearby tree out of his range. The sound of the tress rustling about from her movements did tell him a bit of what she was doing. But he was watching the group of people. Along with pushing back the tantalizing thoughts that drew up rather graphic images of the murders to come and the possible reaction of Naomi to them. Why? Because he enjoyed it, though at the same time he knew it wasn't right. His mind just did it anyways, even if he'd try to not have it happen. It was better to just leave it go for now. No action to be taken, merely a thought list that would make some people turn tail and run.

“I don't mind, though i'd like to ask you name in return. If you are going to be hanging about, it'd be great to know that much.” He said calmly.

“I would have to say the more interesting part, is how many games some people will play though. I wonder which teacher will start it, and who will finish.”

She watched him carefully, her head tilted to the side as he spoke. He didn’t speak like anyone she had met before, and it was more than intriguing. Life was one big game after all.

She flicked the crane from her finger, watching the wind fly it across the courtyard. She watched it for a moment, not having much else to say to her new acquaintance. It wasn’t that she was bored, it was just that her mind would tend to wander uncontrollably. Thoughts that didn’t matter would plague her mind as if she were creating her own future.

Naomi stretched out her arms in front of her, entwining her fingers for a short moment. She sat up slightly, only to pull her legs up to her chest and rest her arms on her knees. She took her moved her candy from side to side as her eyes roamed the area. Her eyes traveled to the strangers around her, to the birds landing on the high top roofs. “New. New. New.” She spoke under her breath, reminding herself not to run.

She began tapping her fingers on her knee as if she were playing a melody on a piano. As the tune began to play in her head, she noticed a girl coming toward them but choosing to make herself at home by the tree nearby.

She spoke, as if she were invading some private spot. Since the boy spoke first, she only watched the newcomer in her peripheral, waiting for her answer.

"I don't mind, though i'd like to ask your name in return. if your going to be hanging about, it would be great to know that much." sora heard the boy reply.
Sora turned her head to look at the boy who had spoken to her. he wasnt looking at her which she found a little odd, but then brushed it off, its not she had any room to talk about being odd.
"my name is Sora." she said before looking at the girl next to the boy. while the girl didnt really appear to be upset over Sora's invasion of their space. she didnt really appear to wanna be there herself as she seemed to be studying sora.
" and you two are?" Sora asked out of curiosity.

“Sora huh?” He stated after taking his gaze away from the seemingly interesting crowed of people before him. Turning his head around enough to look at the girl who had just spoke her name. “I am Carl.” He stated calmly. There was more then enough ravaging thoughts in his mind. All hunting a strange desire to murder those around him. Well, strange in terms of others. Normal to him. It was to say when one thought they were sane that they would be truly insane. Though he never fell to much into the views of sanity. He never wanted to, nor had a desire to. He turned his gaze away as they targeted the two girls around him.

Rip them apart, beat in their face and mark the ground with their blood. Their intestines can make an easy way to make a circle, the cross, the thread. Let dance mankind's innards and gain in true bliss.

The thought that such things would at one point make him happy, the mere thought of it. Just proved to him his loss of sanity. “In the end, the game will become a larger player in our life no?” He said a loud to the girls beside him. It wasn't that it was really to them. Merely to himself...selves? He didn't really know how he could explain that one. So many things to work with so little time.

Naomi looked over to Carl as he introduced himself, finally biting onto her candy, the crunching echoing in her mind. She took the naked stick from her mouth, bending the thick paper in half as she finished chewing on the remainder of her cherry flavored candy.

"Naomi," she finally turned to Sora, her green eyes studying the girl carefully. She was curious about the stranger, just as she was about Carl. Two people that she could eventually find some sort of companionship with - but that wasn't an option. Constant reminders to herself. She was staying temporarily, just like every place she found herself at. No place is home, it didn't exist. Though, her mind often wandered to the constant foster homes, The people she met, the darkness that followed. The Shadows.

The Shadows seemed to swarm her whenever she lost herself in her mind. Maybe they wanted her to lose herself in her warped mind. Sink low into the Darkness, and forget reality. After all, what has reality ever done for her? The only good thing out of her few dark years, is having the realization that there is no true good in the world.

"...the game will become a larger player in our life no?"

Carl's voice brought her back to the school, in the courtyard on the bench - reality.
"Game?" She asked, running her fingers through her hair. "Isn't life just one messed up game?" She shook her head, chewing on her lip as if lost in her mind again. She sighed quietly, looking at the crowd in the distance, wondering when she'd be able to add a new chapter to her haunting book.

"...the game will become a larger player in our life no?"

Sora blinked.

what was he talking about? game? what Game? sora asked herself before hearing the girl speak next.

"Isn't life just one messed up game?"

For some odd reason she had a feeling the conversation these two were having went deeper then what she was hearing. but she shook her head choosing to ignore it for now. It was not her place to question two people she just met. especially after just introducing herself.

Besides who was she to judge, she was the one who approached them and made herself at ease. but still she found herself thinking over their words.

life a game? Sora smiled sadly to herself. thinking back on what brought her here. the lies, the neglect, the pain and the............

Sora shook her head. before replying to both.

"messed up indeed, however like every game u can always start over."

Carl listened carefully to the response of each girl. It seemingly played out pretty well. While one saw troubles in the world before them the other seemed to feel there was always a chance to restart if you needed to. Being that life could be like that. One could see it in many ways though, either that she was running, or maybe she wasn't. Could he say he had never ran from something? No, probably not. In a way ignoring his twisted condition because he didn't feel the need to follow the doctors orders was more then enough to say he wasn't confronting, so probably running

Their flesh....i wonder how the dead enjoy it so much. What a grotesque thought, one that pleaded out in his mind. The furthering of his rather odd voices asking questions, prodding about in search or means to harm them. True if he really wanted to look they would be more twisted, more forward more....designated, but this mind wasn't about to lose to the ones whirling inside. He wasn't going to fall to such failures again.

“Indeed, you can both be seen as correct...moving to another area could be seen as a restart, while if the game was already twisted to begin with. How would we ever have a true fresh start.” be normal..or at least don't let your desires drop to the stage.

Almost as though it was a call the echos of the school bell rung. The massive doors swinging open as students seemed to swarm towards them. Mashing into a sort of machine. So easy would it be to break the walls of their world, drop a part of the land on them, and they would scream in terror. Running fleeing..no that wasn't right. He didn't need to think this way. He turned to look at the two taking a few steps back while looking at them. “Well I guess it's our queue to join the swirling mob of people.” he stated as a large group moved behind him. Causing him to bump into one of the guys causing him to turn around with a vicious smile for a moment. A lasp of control as he looked up to the man who merely backed off from the twisted menacing feel that came off of him. “Sorry,” Carl stated to the man, forcing back that odd twisted slip. He almost had lost himself for a moment. He had more then enough means to hurt anyone...he didn't need a reason. Merely the desire to seem them squirm, and die.

Naomi stood up on the bench, throwing her bag over her shoulder before placing both hands on her hips. "A true fresh start doesn't exist. It's just a lie we tell ourselves until reality bites you in the ass." She reached into her school uniformed jacket pocket, yanking out a hidden hair tie. She pulled her hair up out of her face, hear the school bell ring. As she tightened the ponytail that reached down to her waist, she watched the doors open and the flood of students that drowned through the entrance.

"What is that?" Naomi seemed to be asking the question to herself as she saw some sort of machine through the opening of the doors.

"Well I guess it's our queue to join the swirling mob of people." Carl spoke.

Naomi nodded, jumping off the bench and tucking her bag close to her shoulder. She held onto the strap, annoyed by the crowds as they pushed forward. Made her wonder how many people were attending the institution. She turned, just in time to see Carl with a rather dementing smile toward another student. When she caught up to him, she looked up to him with an amused smirk.

"Creepy enough?" She chuckled lightly, pushing someone to the side that nearly knocked her over. "Seriously, make this crowd go away." She sighed, walking ahead through the heavy flock of students. She was able to weave in and out, pushing her way closer to the front of the crowd. Should could have turned away, left the crowd and start a life in Russia, but she was curious to know what kind of life she could have here.