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MISTER PSYCHO
It was finally here, there was no turning back after this moment. In fact, Sykes had lost the ability to turn back the moment he proposed the project to the academic board of his hometown. Sitting on his desk was a compilation of the students that were transferring to Selena Hall. The brown envelope wasn't sitting so much as squatting in a malevolent manner on his desk, hating all in the room and taunting the psychology grad.
Sykes was sure the thing sprouted a face and was talking to him. "Hey, hey, hey, ehyyyyy. heey. hey, hey you. Yeah you, loser says what.......ahh you're not fun. You wanna see what's inside. I'll tell ya! It's going to be the end of your sanity as we know it. But wait, I'm talking, so your sanity already left you it seems, just like your girlfriend.....if ya had one! Oh here's a good one, your sanity left you like your mother during childhood, boo hoo little Jeremy trying to put brave face!......but we both know how much you wanted to break down." The brown envelope was clearly mocking Sykes and his life, a hearty laugh escaped its lips as it finished it mockery and returned to being a normal envelope. The spawn of satan was gone, Sykes had taken his special medication.
It was ironic to Sykes that he forwarded this project to begin with. He was an emotional wreck trying to piece together several other wrecks, in hopes of what exactly? Sykes was not really even sure of how this would even benefit him. Pushing the thoughts away, Sykes went over to the desk and opened up envelope and ran through the psych reports given by each Academy's respective guidance councilors. It seemed as though, St. Johann and San Jose have yet to send students. Sykes wondered if they would only be pledging temporary monetary support for the project. Although, those kinds of issues don't matter much yet, he'd only have to inquire nearer the end of the term.
School term related problems before the school year even begins. What's happened to you Jeremy? He entertained his musings for a while longer then dove into the psych reports that were resting in his hands for a while now. So a schizophrenic boy genius, a xenophobic and paranoid little girl, little miss drug lord over achiever with no life, and a bona fide punk for residents trying to be helped by a psychology grad that lives up to his moniker, Mister Psycho. At the very least, things would get entertaining. Sykes stowed the files in the drawer of his office desk that contained a handheld gaming console and its charger along with several gentlemanly items and cartridges for his antique console.
Sykes left his office and proceeded to the common room. It was a day before school began but he had to be ready to welcome his new tenants, for better or worse. There was no backing out anymore. He took a seat on the couch and stared at the simple array of sandwiches he prepared for the tenants as a snack for when they arrive.
It took Sykes a while to notice that there was one missing sandwich and a sweaty looking student staring back at him with an apprehensive look on his face. "What? I didn't expect...." Syke's voice left him and returned as he realized the situation. "WELCOME TO SELENA HALL, Mister Anderson. My name is Mister Psycho, I mean Sykes but people call me Psycho." Sykes thought it was worth it and did his best Mister Smith impersonation as he held out his hand for a handshake. At least, Sykes was hoping it was Anderson, no one else wore a cap indoors.
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Mister Anderson
Jerome had said goodbye to his parents and older sister earlier that morning. Despite meeting time being 10:00am, Jerome left his house at around 8:00am. He was a punctual soul to say the least. It was life lesson ingrained in his psyche, that earlier was usually better. Another reason as to why he left earlier was that his actual residence was far from Selena Hall and he had no means of transportation except his feet. He was ashamed to admit he possessed no bike nor the ability to ride one. Walking may be longer so he accounted for that and prepared accordingly.
Jerome had left the house with his luggage and had to return because he forgot his lucky cap. Putting it on and snatching a piece of bread from the dinner table in his family's house, he left for real this time and headed to where he thought Selena Hall was located. That was a problem, he had lost the attached map to Selena Hall from his residence. It was drawn with such attention to detail you thought a professional 5 year old actually drew it, when in fact it was a professional 3 year old that did.
With the piece of bread locked in a death grip between his teeth, Jerome suddenly felt the heroine of a romance or harem animes he watched. The situation was set, the pieces were set, all that was needed was a trigger. Except there was a slight problem with that idea. He wasn't a girl and he wouldn't bump into anyone as school hasn't even started. It looked as though his little otaku dream would be pushed back just a little bit. Manly tears streaked down his cheek as he realized he was denied such an opportunity.
In fact, he wondered why he even thought of himself as the heroine, didn't the guys also have like bread death gripped between their teeth as they ran towards a goal only to bump into a lovely girl. Once more, manly tears streaked down his cheeks as he pictured the scene, bumping into a loving girl, falling in love, realizing she was from that reputed weirdo's den called Selena Hall. The tears came out in force this time as he thought about how much some metaphysical being up there was toying with his virgin emotions.
After several instances of getting lost and at one point arriving at the wrong dorm, Jerome had finally arrived at Selena Hall. He felt hungry and tired as he had been running around town for a while as thoughts swam in and out of his head at the beck and call of a higher being. He reached for one of the sandwiches on the table and took a bite. He was thinking about hurling but then someone who looked like the owner of the place plopped down on the couch beside him. His mouth was too full for him to make a proper greeting and so ended up staring at the man dumbstruck. He was sweating and not in the most presentable form for someone of higher standing than him.
Jerome half-expected a reprimand from the man and instead got a lousily done Mister Smith impersonation from that movie the Matrix. He took the hand and shook it, Jerome had no words for this occasion as he had a mouth that was filled with bad-tasting sandwich.
It was finally here, there was no turning back after this moment. In fact, Sykes had lost the ability to turn back the moment he proposed the project to the academic board of his hometown. Sitting on his desk was a compilation of the students that were transferring to Selena Hall. The brown envelope wasn't sitting so much as squatting in a malevolent manner on his desk, hating all in the room and taunting the psychology grad.
Sykes was sure the thing sprouted a face and was talking to him. "Hey, hey, hey, ehyyyyy. heey. hey, hey you. Yeah you, loser says what.......ahh you're not fun. You wanna see what's inside. I'll tell ya! It's going to be the end of your sanity as we know it. But wait, I'm talking, so your sanity already left you it seems, just like your girlfriend.....if ya had one! Oh here's a good one, your sanity left you like your mother during childhood, boo hoo little Jeremy trying to put brave face!......but we both know how much you wanted to break down." The brown envelope was clearly mocking Sykes and his life, a hearty laugh escaped its lips as it finished it mockery and returned to being a normal envelope. The spawn of satan was gone, Sykes had taken his special medication.
It was ironic to Sykes that he forwarded this project to begin with. He was an emotional wreck trying to piece together several other wrecks, in hopes of what exactly? Sykes was not really even sure of how this would even benefit him. Pushing the thoughts away, Sykes went over to the desk and opened up envelope and ran through the psych reports given by each Academy's respective guidance councilors. It seemed as though, St. Johann and San Jose have yet to send students. Sykes wondered if they would only be pledging temporary monetary support for the project. Although, those kinds of issues don't matter much yet, he'd only have to inquire nearer the end of the term.
School term related problems before the school year even begins. What's happened to you Jeremy? He entertained his musings for a while longer then dove into the psych reports that were resting in his hands for a while now. So a schizophrenic boy genius, a xenophobic and paranoid little girl, little miss drug lord over achiever with no life, and a bona fide punk for residents trying to be helped by a psychology grad that lives up to his moniker, Mister Psycho. At the very least, things would get entertaining. Sykes stowed the files in the drawer of his office desk that contained a handheld gaming console and its charger along with several gentlemanly items and cartridges for his antique console.
Sykes left his office and proceeded to the common room. It was a day before school began but he had to be ready to welcome his new tenants, for better or worse. There was no backing out anymore. He took a seat on the couch and stared at the simple array of sandwiches he prepared for the tenants as a snack for when they arrive.
It took Sykes a while to notice that there was one missing sandwich and a sweaty looking student staring back at him with an apprehensive look on his face. "What? I didn't expect...." Syke's voice left him and returned as he realized the situation. "WELCOME TO SELENA HALL, Mister Anderson. My name is Mister Psycho, I mean Sykes but people call me Psycho." Sykes thought it was worth it and did his best Mister Smith impersonation as he held out his hand for a handshake. At least, Sykes was hoping it was Anderson, no one else wore a cap indoors.
_________________________
Mister Anderson
Jerome had said goodbye to his parents and older sister earlier that morning. Despite meeting time being 10:00am, Jerome left his house at around 8:00am. He was a punctual soul to say the least. It was life lesson ingrained in his psyche, that earlier was usually better. Another reason as to why he left earlier was that his actual residence was far from Selena Hall and he had no means of transportation except his feet. He was ashamed to admit he possessed no bike nor the ability to ride one. Walking may be longer so he accounted for that and prepared accordingly.
Jerome had left the house with his luggage and had to return because he forgot his lucky cap. Putting it on and snatching a piece of bread from the dinner table in his family's house, he left for real this time and headed to where he thought Selena Hall was located. That was a problem, he had lost the attached map to Selena Hall from his residence. It was drawn with such attention to detail you thought a professional 5 year old actually drew it, when in fact it was a professional 3 year old that did.
With the piece of bread locked in a death grip between his teeth, Jerome suddenly felt the heroine of a romance or harem animes he watched. The situation was set, the pieces were set, all that was needed was a trigger. Except there was a slight problem with that idea. He wasn't a girl and he wouldn't bump into anyone as school hasn't even started. It looked as though his little otaku dream would be pushed back just a little bit. Manly tears streaked down his cheek as he realized he was denied such an opportunity.
In fact, he wondered why he even thought of himself as the heroine, didn't the guys also have like bread death gripped between their teeth as they ran towards a goal only to bump into a lovely girl. Once more, manly tears streaked down his cheeks as he pictured the scene, bumping into a loving girl, falling in love, realizing she was from that reputed weirdo's den called Selena Hall. The tears came out in force this time as he thought about how much some metaphysical being up there was toying with his virgin emotions.
After several instances of getting lost and at one point arriving at the wrong dorm, Jerome had finally arrived at Selena Hall. He felt hungry and tired as he had been running around town for a while as thoughts swam in and out of his head at the beck and call of a higher being. He reached for one of the sandwiches on the table and took a bite. He was thinking about hurling but then someone who looked like the owner of the place plopped down on the couch beside him. His mouth was too full for him to make a proper greeting and so ended up staring at the man dumbstruck. He was sweating and not in the most presentable form for someone of higher standing than him.
Jerome half-expected a reprimand from the man and instead got a lousily done Mister Smith impersonation from that movie the Matrix. He took the hand and shook it, Jerome had no words for this occasion as he had a mouth that was filled with bad-tasting sandwich.
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