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Rosalyn

Rosalyn strode through the halls, looking happy and smiling as he did. Though his thoughts were much darker than he looked. Mainly about Drew's death and how much he really hated people like him. Not exactly perverts, but people who took advantage of others. Especially sweet, innocent people like Bride. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled his class schedule out of his bag and looked at what his first class was. It looked like Geometry. Rosalyn sighed, he hated math. He could never wrap his brain around all equations and stuff. He checked the time and wandered through the halls until he found his classroom. Rosalyn stepped inside the classroom and choose a seat in the middle of the class. So he wasn't in the back and considered a piece of shit who wasn't worth teacher, but also not a butt kisser who sat in the front. He thought the middle was a good spot because it didn't draw much attention. Nobody cared about the people in the middle. Just the ones who stood out. There was still a little time before classes started, so Rosalyn pulled out a book and started reading.

Leon

Apparently it wasn't Lavender. Because even after all Leon tried to do to bring the memories back, it didn't work. Nobody could possibly forget that much about their past. Especially about such a big part of their life. If it really was him, then it wasn't worth Leon's time to try and get the connection back when he may not survive until the money is raised to save him. And even more so if it was him, Leon felt incredibly jealous of his ability to forget things, and the fact that he could get better. Leon ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He still had a bunch of time before his first class, since he had free period first. He decided to go to the library. "Forget it. I guess I was wrong." He said, slightly bitterly and turned to walk away. Or maybe he would hide in a corner and play a video game. He had his 3DS with him again. Well whatever he did, it would be like he always was. Completely and utterly alone. He shouldn't have expected to get that lucky. He never was.

Quincy

Quincy is still asleep. And he's going to remain so until somebody needs him and comes to wake him up. This is just a reminder of the fact that he exists. Really there's not much to write with a sleeping character.

Gilbert

Gilbert made a pleased sound as the gates of Orean Cause finally came into view. He was supposed to be here around the same time yesterday, but his flight had been delayed nearly 24 hours. And, if his slightly disheveled appearance was anything to note, he had been forced to stay in a freaking motel last night with none of the comforts that his home had. He was being driven up in a crappy SUV because their nice rental car had been given away because of the delayed flight. His family and none of their connections would ever be using that airline again. As he waited for the car to get into the parking lot, Gilbert took out his class schedule taking note of the first class. It appeared to be Biology. Not a terribly interesting subject, but not a terribly boring one either. It would be a good one to start the day with. Finally the car pulled in and the man in the passenger seat got out. One of two butlers that had been chosen to accompany him to the school and make sure he got settled in. The man opened the door to the car, revealing the French art prodigy to anybody who may have been in the parking lot. In black dress pants, a matching dress shirt, and a white vest, he looked liked he belongs at a party for the rich and famous instead of a school. He made sure the butlers had his dorm number so they could get his belongs into the room. He was still angry about the fact that he would have to share a room. He had never done so in his life before, why start now? With a huff he grabbed his all leather, fancy bag and headed off toward the school. Ignoring any and all who may have been in the parking lot. They were all below him anyway. He didn't want to go to this stupid school, he wanted to still be in France, but perhaps not in the same house he had grown up in. He was sick of his parents, of everybody expecting amazing things out of him all the time. Even prodigies needed breaks, but nobody but him could understand that. He entered the school and started off in a random direction in search of his first classroom. Not really caring whether he was on time or not.

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