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Fantasy BHU - Class Time!

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Beasts Heights University
we've noticed here at BHU that you're a very talented stu...
We've noticed here at BHU that you're a very talented student, and we're accepting all sorts of students this year! The year is beginning and it's time to come on over here where no matter your size or shape, you're allowed to thrive and learn.

~ Headmaster Allie Wayne
18095/7ths Ward Ave.
Don't be late! xoxo

Welcome back everyone!The school year has started up once again and it appears Headmaster Allie Wayne is rather excited about it. New students, new topics, and even newer systems within the school! It is ordered for the first day that there be an assembly held to welcome and inform. Headmaster Wayne is rather busy, it appears, working hard to keep the school just in the right shape.

"Well, the students are coming! New faces, old faces, youth is coming!!" she claimed, "and I'm still surprised the school newspaper is still churning so much...wait...I thought I told you all you couldn't come to school yet this year!!" We can only expect this year to be just as exciting as any year here at BHU. Beasts rule!!

New lunch?Well it appears that this year's lunch is quite different...what could be in it? Mermaid scales? Unicorn horn shavings? PHOENIX ASHES?!? We sent out ou...

 
Allie Wayne
The short woman worked at her desk quietly, standing up after looking at the clock panickedly as her pure purple eyes lit with excitable worry. "Oh shoot!" she cried out as she realized the students, everyone, would be coming in soon! Rubbing the bags beneath her eyes, she bounded over to her shelf to pull out a few binders. She rummaged through them hurriedly, looking around at the enrollment sheets.

She sighed, groaned, and even growled as she worked, being able to be heard outside of her office by any staff who had entered earlier to clean up or prepare their classrooms. She then looked at the clock once more as she found a few papers with varying student names. Standing straight, which didn't help her childish height, the young woman bounded out the door of her office before locking the door behind her.

Her neat yet poofy, calming dress swayed a bit against her thighs as she walked down the halls, her office being on a strange '3rd floor' of sorts. It was the only room there, besides a storage room. Allie hummed hurriedly as she walked down the steps, giving a childish and rushed greeting to any fellow staff she were to run into.


Doll
Doll let out a stream of dusty air from his nose, creaks and groans coming from his gears as he moved down the path. He had walked this path for over 8 years, now, having been held back a few times. Doll's pale, seemingly glowing porcelain showed scratches and cracks throughout the years, some of his own paint giving off scratches he could easily fix but bothered not to.

His green glass eyes reflected all light in a mystic, lifeless fashion. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder. He then shook around a bit, a cockroach crawling out of a crack on his wrist's sprocket and jumping fearlessly from him. He always wondered how bugs got inside his shell...but the mouse in his chest was welcome to stay for as long as it wanted. It made his chest warm, literally, and he liked mice anyway.
 
Cyber let out a sigh as he walked down the hall to his first class. Which one was it again? He pulled up his schedule as a holographic projection in front of his face as he looked at it. Ah yes...computers. This was his best class and the one he looked forward too the most. He turned off the projection as he walked into the class and sat down.
 
Vlademar walks around the school looking for class number and realizes his papers upside down "Oh, ok that's whats wrong. ok algebra that works, at least its not calculus" he walks into the room.
 
The day was young and Preas was glad to be out of hell. The holidays were so boring. You see, in hell there isn't much going on, endless torture, nightclubs. Things either she didn't enjoy or just grew bored of after a while. She hurried down the path, looking at everyones faces, the old and the new, the more beautiful and the more goretesk monsters, felt just like home. She pulled out her timetable and smiled "Alegbra. Easy peasy", giggling to herself, Preas hurried to her class and walked inside.
 
Allie Wayne
Finally making her rounds, Allie walked about the halls to greet students and fellow staff, even managing to perhaps get into a light conversation. Glancing over to the Algebra room, she smiled and decided to head into the classroom at say hello. Glancing around the classroom she gave a wave to old faces, new faces.

"Hello hello hello!" she said as she entered the room, "I was making morning rounds and decided to stop on by to one of my favorite classrooms!" she was lying about the favorite part, she never liked math, but the witch still smiled and kept on lying.



Doll
The porcelain built boy walked through the halls with his bag upon his shoulder, not bothering to fix his outfit which was a hoodie that was too baggy, some saggy pants, nothing form fitting at all. He glanced to his schedule, then rolled glass eyes that made his body let out a strange creak. Calculus. How exciting.

Hopefully no one would rush him too much this year, he barely passed last year! He remembered one of his sprockets rusting too much during a test and his arm fell off! He didn't really say hello, didn't really look towards anyone unless they actually somehow got the monotone boy's attention. Not many knew him, mostly those who often somehow got him to go down to the art classroom or to be studied over in Biology. At least the amount of attention wasn't much, and thank the lord that it was only usually 1st years who grew interested of him. Or rather, his shell.

Glancing at the calculus room just a few steps away, he started heading towards the doorway with no heed or hurry.

 
Francis: Sam and I walked onto the campus, not particularly chatty today. I whistled Mack The Knife as I walked down the hall, much to Sam's amusement. I wasn't a bad whistler if I do say so myself. I took in the architecture and layout as I walked, making something of a mental map.
 
Preas waved to Allie wyane. "good morning miss. How was your break?" she enquired as she pulled out her school books from her bag
 
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Actaeon Emanuele


Gods he was toasted. In anticipation of the shitfest that was going to be school this year, Actaeon had gone for what could only be termed 'pre-drinks'. His driver peered back at him through the rearview mirror, and the raised eyebrow did very little to amuse the starving young man in the back. He reached into a hidden compartment, one among many in the large, leather encased back of the sedan - and pulled out a bottle of mountain grain whiskey as well as - from a hidden refrigerator - a box filled with various delicious, meat-based treats. Pork, for the most part. The texture, the salty overtones and slight bitterness of the skin - it made him think back to his days in the monastery - the last time he had eaten a hu--- As his mouth watered, he started chugging the whiskey directly from the bottle, pausing only now and then to snack. He lounged back inelegantly on the seat, as though trying to hide away in the darkness that enveloped the car. The back window had its curtains drawn and the side ones were tinted as dark as the law would allow - but still, even in here he had to wear his sunglasses. Then the car stopped. He almost pretended to cry as the driver opened the door, and he ungraciously fell out onto the sidewalk, having been leaning against the door. From the ground up he looked at the man, who peered down at him with a smirk. One day, he was going to roast this man... and then he was going to eat him.

The wendigo got up from his position on the ground, stumbling forwards. In his one hand, he held his briefcase, while his free hand shielded his eyes from the sun. Every step felt like torture and as he looked about him, he felt slightly ill as he took in the various, tedious students who seemed to only now be arriving at school as well. Another year of this bullshit... but investors like credentials and experience. He had the latter, he needed the former. He shook the bag slightly, and smirked as it clinked quietly... he had about three litres to get him to lunch when the butler would bring more. He would need to ration - but he would manage. As he reached the front halls of the school, he found that he did not actually know where he was to go. He had not gotten a school roster... or he had simply chosen not to read it. Either way, he was at a loss. Deciding that it was best to just sit down against a wall and wait for someone to bother him, he leaned against a wall and slowly sunk to the floor. Resting his head back against the cool marble, he waited for someone to arrive. Maybe they would know where he should go. In the meantime... he reached towards his bag for another drink. He took out a bottle, which looked like an ice-tea container. The dark, golden liquid inside burned his nose, however, and he smirked as he took a sip.

(Open for interaction - Also, I am not sure what the school schedule is. I thought there was to be a gathering before first lessons. Oh well.)
 
as vlademar slowly sat in a chair he could feel it creak and bend slightly under his weight "pleeease don't break like the bicycle did, getting stabed in the ass doesn't feel good"
 
"yes, quite." he leans to the side and pulls a piece of chain out of his left cheek from under his loincloth
 
Cyber finished up in Computers and walked out, bringing up a map of the halls to see where everything was. He chose to wander for awhile. That wouldn't hurt anything....right? He gave a sigh as he wandered aimlessly, wondering if someone would make an attempt to start a conversation with him.
 
The bell rings and startles Preas slightly. "oh next class." she pulls out her scedule and looks at what she had "hmm creative writing.." she says out loud to no one in particular.
 
felling a small bit of pride creep into his voice vlademar starts to make hints into his past "lets just say creativity is my specialty"
 
Preas smiles and packs her stuff away getting ready to leave "creativity? Sounds fun. Do you wanna sit with me in class and we can help each other?"
 
Preas smiles and walks with him to class, she thinks happily to herself first day back and I already made a friend. She smiles looking at all the other monsters and ghouls, so many faces, well mostly faces. They make to their next class before the bell.
 

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