Katarina T

The Project of Blaz Academy

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.

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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.

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“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.

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"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?

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"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.

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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.'

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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."

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Original Name: Naomi Cross

Japanese Name: Nakamura Hideki

Nick Name: -

Age: 17

Original Sex: Female

Sex: Male

Personality Original: Different turns in life may have made Naomi a different person, but luck wasn't pulled from her deck of cards. Intelligent but at times unstable. The family genes of rage burn inside like a ticking time bomb, but she feels in control. She doesn't feel sane often, but she's a hard player to read. She has learned to mask her emotions, and shut off feelings that she deems unecessary. Trust no one - that's how you survive the cards you have been dealt. Push people away - that's how they survive her deadly explosion.

Personality New: There is more stability in his emotions. Because of this, his intelligence has caused him to be more curious - calculating. Everyone is a pawn on a chessboard, and he wants to see how all the pieces are going to aline. The anger lies dormant, and God knows when it will show it's pretty face. Until then, he just keeps to himself. He enjoys the privacy and doesn't feel the need to be around anyone - people in general may interest him from afar, but other than that, he feels he has no use for companionship. But pretending is easy, put on a dazzling smile to keep up with the so called "normal" standards.

Description Original:
Though considered a pretty girl, her green eyes always seemed distance - as if she were looking through you rather than at you. Most of the time her brown hair is loose, flowing. At 5'5'' she's not exactly intimidating, added with her petite build she looks fragile.

Description New:
There is nothing fragile about this new person. Reaching now at 6'4'' his athletic build shows that he could put up a fight. The same brown hair adones his head, and the green eyes from before were no longer distance. Studying, he was always studying. Appearance doesn't necessarily matter to him, but he is always clean cut - clothes pristine without a wrinkle in place. He is now a man who holds an aura of mystery.

History:
Twins! Nathan and Naomi Cross - born in Portland, Oregon.
Naomi, the fast learner. Naomi, the child genius. Naomi, the abnormal child that was just slightly... off.

5 years old
Night terrors start. Afraid to sleep.
Told to be quiet - it's not real.
When she opens here eyes, the shadows are still there.
No more crying.
No more screaming.

8 years old
Drunk abusing father.
Hiding.
Gunshots - One, Two. Silence.
The shadows warned her.

11 years old
Somewhere in Colorado.
Tenth foster home. House of 6.
New parents. They seem strange.
Rules. Follow ALL the rules.
Strike one: Attic. No food. No water.
Strike two: Bruises you can't see.
Strike three: All of the above. Nathan can't see out of his right eye anymore.

13 years old
North Dakota.
New foster home.
Mom's nice. Dad has a strange look in his eye.
Nathan still doesn't follow the rules.
Bravery or stupidity?
He should learn the rules - it's better that way.
Nighmares. Visions? Someone sitting on the bed.
Pervert dad.
Can't sleep.
Secrets.
Can't be touch.
Scared? No...angry. Very angry.
Shouldn't have had the gun so easily accessible.

15 years old
Juvi.
Therapists.
More foster homes.
Runaway.
Stealing.
Running.
Fighting.
Hiding.
Follow the Shadows.
Manipulate those around you.
Get what you want when you want.
Pretty girl needs help for her handicapped brother.
People are nice.
People are suckers.

16 years old
It's their birthday.
Celebrating in the slums of Michagan.
Nathan and drugs. So many drugs.
Mad. Angry like dad.
Never able to hide his emotions like her.
Maybe it's the drugs?
He's violent. Can't defend herself - doesn't want to hurt him.
Pushes hard.
Following down.
Water.
Can't breathe.
Darkness.

Shadows? Can't be shadows, already in the dark.
Colors moving.
Fire?
Screaming.
So afraid.

Awake.
Beeping.
Hospital.
Social worker looks inconvenienced.
Coma for 3 weeks.
Nathan dead. Overdose.
Did he feel guilty?
Paper work.
Still a minor.
More processing.

17 years old
Numb.
Something is missing.
Nathan?
No tears since she was five.
Sad? No.
Happy? Has she ever been?
Angry? Yes.

New family.
Nice people.
Religious nuts - but they attempt to help.
Shut out.
Fragile.
Anxious.
Quiet.
Mood swings.
Violent outbursts.
Unstable.
Gained control.
6 months pass - seems the new family can't handle her.
Nervous smiles.
Pamphlet.
Packed bags.
Ticket.
Good luck.
Can the shadows come?

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