Fantasy Hawthorne Academy

[Prizzy Kriyze]

(Very well, you impatient, greedy dorks. I shall post the 999th post, so that you can jump at eachothers throat over the thousand one.)


Geno finished "Miracle Mile" and sighed. He loved playing music, but he was dedicating himself to it too much. It felt like he was forcing himself, and he didn't like that. It might cause him to stop liking music. He left the music room and wandered the halls for a while. The school was very quiet, which was unusual. Suddenly he felt something closing in on him from behind. He quickly turned... Nothing there. Was he going insane? Maybe that's what love did to you. He facepalmed lightly, and declared that he was being paranoid. Hawthorne was a bit scary at this late hour, but he shouldn't let it get to him.


He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him though, so he hurriedly left the building, and went back to the dorms. Leaving the main building, he felt the presence subside, but he still denied that there could actually be anything in there, it must just be his own mind. He got back to his room, and got to sitting against the wall again, reading the books that that teacher had supplied him with. Suddenly, a noise came from his phone. He reacted strongly to this, as nobody ever called him, or texted him.


He lifted the phone and inspected the screen. A text, a long one at that, and from a blocked number? Strange, very strange. He couldn't help but subconsciously feel like it had something to do with that presence from earlier, but he dismissed the thought. Instead, he begun reading the text. After a few lines he gasped. It was from that research team. He had been taken to a lab for tests of his blood, and powers, for a long time during his childhood, but he never thought that his father would actually let him know the details. He scrolled through it and smiled. This was good knowledge to have.


(I'mma reveal the text's content in a later post.)

 

[Larry]

"Not at all miss," he grinned himself, very much surprised by how unique and otherwise pretty they were, "They're very beautiful, I could imagine why you wear a blindfold; you wouldn't want every man on the street staring at you! They wouldn't be able to take their eyes of you! That's my rather useless attempt at banter but nonetheless. My eyes tend to turn a dark red at times, the iris I is just a small dot in the middle. However that's when I'm upset. It sort of works against my brown hair I guess."


Oh for the love of...! Are you actually talking about eyes? EYES?! Talk about having a lot to talk about eh? My word you're stupidly bad at having a conversation with people aren't you? 'They're very pretty,' is what he says! What a kiss-arse you are! Are you trying to get her to like you or something?! You've never been popular women so you're trying you're hand at being popular with them now? Kudos for actually trying but it's pointless! You've said it yourself, you don't want to have a girlfriend, a wife, a family or any of that nonsense didn't you? Said you wanted a quiet life didn't you? Or are you just content with having us around?! Glad to know you love yourself so much ya narcissistic eejit! Quite frankly, I expected an ordinary pair of eyes from an otherwise odd woman. We're enrolled in a school for the supernaturally gifted and I expected a person with a normal eye colour? What was eye thinking?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Get it?! What was 'eye'...thinking?! I'm a genius! Who the hell is Michael McIntyre?! The name Luke Bell will be a household that will be revered by all those who find themselves fans of the comical art!





You sure love to ramble on don't you? My word, well my presence is almost absence compared to the amount of stuff you utter in here. Well my lack of words is very much appreciated by our hose of course no doubt about that. Isn't that right Bell? I'm dead right in what I say aren't I?





Luke didn't even seem to mind about all the chatter that went inside his head anymore. It simply has become nothing then expected and an expectation that was no longer troublesome. And for some odd reason, he was happy about it. Well, the only thing he didn't like was that they could take control of him at almost anytime he wanted.


But in the end, it was there body to; weren't they entitled to it's use also?

 

[Queen Rai]

ATTENTION ALL ROLEPLAYERS!


The 1000th Post Has Been Made!


But


I am sorry to say...I tricked you all


It occurred to me fairly early on that NOBODY was going to want to make the 999th post, because that would eliminate them from the contest. . .it would take forever to get anywhere.


This prize will not be going to the person who made the 1000th post (Larrylycan), but to the person who made the 999th post (Kriyze).


Why, you may ask?


Because in roleplaying, it doesn't matter how big your "role" is. It's how you write.


Kriyze will be receiving this amazing role!


But don't worry, Larry I've got something for you up my sleeve!


Thank you all for participating, and let the RPing continue!

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[AshenLily]

Cylva didn't speak a word, as she ate her meal of questionable quality. She was lost deep in though, looking down at her crystalline arm. How could someone do this... to their own daughter?


Her father had been a scientist, and had been developing a theory that the human body could be augmented with other materials. The theory that he could rearrange the genetic code of a human to grow a living, breathing... well, anything! His life's work had led to this one idea, that the flawed, weak human form could be improved upon. The idea had been the target of quite a bit of controversy, for obvious reasons, and her father had been shunned by the majority of the scientific community. His funding having been cut off, he was unable to find a suitable test subject. He'd perfected the design, and knew it, though he hadn't actually been able to test it, yet. Sitting on his theory for years, unable to progress, he finally snapped. How could he let his life's work go to waste? Willing, or not, he'd finally found the perfect test subject. His daughter was young at the time, only about nine years of age. A light sedative in her glass of orange juice was all it took. Cylva's mother was out of town for the weekend. What better chance than this? Going straight to work, he'd labored through the next two days, incorporating fragments of a rare crystal, found deep within the earth, into a few of her cells.


The process would not take effect immediately. John had known that from the start. He waited, and waited. Years went by, with no results to show. As his frustration mounted, his stress grew, eventually leading to his death by a heart attack, at the age of 35. John never lived to see his life's work realized.


It wasn't until a few years later, that the first crystals had begun to manifest along the girl's collarbone, at just thirteen years of age. The doctors initially thought it was an infection, though standard lab tests hadn't recognized the rock-like material, at all. They'd done their best to remove the crystal, but it had continued to grow. It was only after Cylva's mother had stumbled upon her deceased husband's journal, that the atrocities he had committed became known. As she dwelled on these thoughts, she didn't notice the crystalline shards shaping from the fingers of her already crystal-encased hand.


Cylva stood up, suddenly, forcing a smile, and nodding to both of the girls present at the table. "My apologies. But I've just remember I've got something I need to take care of. See you in class, Monday, Kahra." She'd had enough social interaction for the day, and after revisiting the details of her past, was ready to retire to her new home for the day. Turning, she walked hurriedly out of the dining hall, intending to return to the semi-comfort of her room.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Headmistress Kinya Weatherstone~

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Kinya raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, so fighting...and now lying? I'm sorry boys, but it takes a lot more than that to fool me. If you were 'sparring', why weren't you in one of the training rooms, hm? And all sparring matches must be approved in said training room."


There was a pause.


"It's a liability." the woman sighed, crossed her arms and tapping her fingers across her bicep. "And is that really how you speak to the Headmistress? Honestly, you're just digging your own grave, now."


"Also, I just got here so technically you can't expect me to know all the rules already."


"Well, if you arrived on time like everybody else, you would know the rules." the woman said sweetly. "Now come on. My office. Both of you."


Kinya paused when she saw the boy pull out a bottle of pills, and raised an eyebrow.


"What are those?" she asked.


Great, now I need to fetch his medical file from Giovia to make sure he's not a. . .drug smuggler. . .a druggler. . .

 

[Holo]

"You would be late if some moron hijacked your plane and you cracked him with a frying pan too." Said Anthony as he checked a few boxes in his notebook while following her. "Those pills are vital to my survival since without them i'd have bone powder instead of bone." He gave a irritated grimace when he heard a rather large red drop plop on the floor with a thus like a stomp. There was a hard white object in it that seemed to be dissolving quickly in the blood. "Ouch annnnnnd there goes a bone chip." Anthony said with a large dose of sarcasm and a frown on his bloody face. " Great now I got in trouble with captain jockstrap here because I wouldn't take his cr*p." Anthony thought to himself as he wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief and then destroyed the handkerchief. "I hate nosebleeds they make it so hard to breath especially when you have to do things."

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Mirabelle Ami


A long and curious stream of techno-babble assaulted Ami's ears. She hadn't a single idea what any of it meant and she was having great trouble even keeping up with it, let along trying to comprehend it, so she stumbled along with it - Figuratively, of course - And nodded when she thought she should.


"And besides, in order to achieve greatness, you have to take risks, and without those risks you'll never be better than those who took them. And what's the point in trying if you aren't trying to be number 1?"


This. This I understand, Ami thought, but I still don't know how to react. Ami had never felt quite so socially inept before - What was happening? Was this guy just too smart, or was she just having an off day? "Yeah, I think that's right," Ami answered. "If everyone here is like you, I'll have a lot of competition." That sounds right. Go with that.


Without even thinking, Ami got out of bed and stood up. Oh, am I fine? Ami asked herself. She was answered by her legs shaking a lot - She was definitely struggling to stand. Ami glanced around the room in search of something to help her stand, though she noticed little except a crutch and a wooden cane, which she vowed not to even touch. It looked old and like it would snap in half if she put her weight on it, anyways.


"Well, I can stand, I think. Do you need any help there? If you need anything, I could try and help." Oddly friendly of you, Ami. Good for you.


(@cojemo )

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[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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"Ehh, I'm fine, thanks for asking. I just have a slight pain in my chest, nothing serious I assure you."


Lyra partially didn't believe that it was just "a slight pain in his chest", but decided not to question it. After all, she had only just met this guy, it wasn't her place to be all. . .pushy. She'd tried that before, and it just caused people to slowly back away from her. Usually, it was when she tried getting members for the drama club.


Lyra's eyes somehow drifted back over to Johnathon, and she suddenly felt very weak in the knees. Was it because he was still holding her hand? No, it couldn't be. Lyra felt like she was going to fall over at any second.


THE MOUNTAIN DEW!


Crap.


Lyra could already feel the early stages of a messy buzz crash setting in. The hand holding incident that happened on the bus a few moments ago was enough to the girl a slight rush, but that didn't last long. How she wanted to just collapse on the bench behind them and sleep.


STOP THINKING LIKE THAT! Johnathon paid 2000 dollars for your useless butt, you are going to make it worth his while! NO SLEEPING, NO RESTING...ooh, resting does sound...nice...


Lyra's eyes started to grow heavier, but she quickly snapped out of it.


Suddenly, the quick rustle of fabric caught Lyra's ear, and she turned to see Tekis yanking down his sleeve, as if to hide something. Raising her eyesbrows, the girl asked, "Are you sure you're alright, Tekis?"

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Geno scrolled through the text. This was very interesting, and a lot of it was very interesting. Some of it was old news, though, but he was happy his father had made this choice. Knowing this could get useful. VERY useful.


He quickly grabbed a pen and wrote down all the new important bits in one of his books, before removing the text. He didn't someone to grab his phone as a joke, and suddenly stumble upon all these details about him. He glanced through the list he'd made.


___________________________________________________________________________________________________


- The weight changes, but usually sticks somewhere between 7.23g/cm3 (little less than iron) and 1.38g/cm3 (slightly less than the weight of sugar). This probably means that the weight of it can be manipulated. The heaviest weight ever noted was 23.44/cm3 (about 20% heavier than gold). Note: Important and interesting, training in this area might lead to wider, more convenient uses of my power, and new fighting techniques.


- At a molecular level, it still appears as it does when observed without any zooming in. This either means that it has no molecular structure, no atoms, and it functions differently from all other known elements, or that it's atoms are too small for current technology. Note: Very interesting. Perhaps there's someone with atom powers who could help me find out which of the cases are true.


- It's temperature also changes, usually between 44°C to -3°C, but this doesn't seem to be affected by exterior forces. It was put inside a blast furnace, and a induction furnace, and neither time did the temperature change, other than the usual sporadic changes between 44°C and -3°C. Once again, this may mean that it can be manipulated. Note: Imporant. Training in this area might be very useful for more lethal techniques.


- It does not reflect any light at all. No glares, no nothing, shine a light directly onto it, and its color remain unchanged. Not ultra-violet light, no thermal light, no nothing. It is always completely black. Note: Not even thermal lighting. Might be able to use it as a camouflage against snake monsters or something.


- It seems the material is manifested from nothing when it is created, and that it completely disappears once gone. The only reason why it has to be created out of pores and the like, seems to be because it is easier to create the closer to my body it is. Theoretically, it could be made at a distance from me, it's just that it is harder. It also pushes away whatever is around it when it is created, and depending on how hard is has to push away, the harder it is to manifest. Note: Important and interesting. Training in this area might be very useful for ranged attacks.


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Okay. That seemed like a good description. He closed his journal, and put it away in his drawer. Might return to read through that again sometime. Oh well, it was too late to train, so he just sat back against the wall on his bed, and started reading the third book which he was provided by that one teacher, whose name he still didn't remember. Leeroy De Francis or something.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Professor Crysta Chime~

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Crysta couldn't contain her laughter as Luke said, "They're very beautiful, I could imagine why you wear a blindfold; you wouldn't want every man on the street staring at you! They wouldn't be able to take their eyes of you!"


She'd never really thought about men in a romantic way, even when she was a teenager. . .and it didn't seem like men thought of her in a romantic way, either. In her opinion, people were people and that was that.


"My eyes tend to turn a dark red at times, the iris I is just a small dot in the middle. However that's when I'm upset. It sort of works against my brown hair I guess."


"How interesting. . ." Crysta muttered as the boy finished, grabbing her blindfold and making her way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She sat down on one of the few piles of pillows scattered about the room, and finished, "That's very interesting. Many of the students here have similar. . .what's the word? I don't want to say problem, because it's not. They have the same. . ."


Crysta thought for a moment, and then shrugged.


"Their eyes do the same thing." she finished, tying her blindfold back in it's original spot. "I know that Emma Farris isn't blind, yet she wears a blindfold because she doesn't like the way her eyes look."


The woman sat up and stretched, slipping out of her green cardigan to leave her only in a plain, short sleeved, button up top and her long, black pants. The woman didn't have an eye for fashion. . .well, she couldn't see. She just wore what was comfortable.


Crysta stretched back out across the pillows and said, "Oh! Now that you are in my class, I should probably go over what we discussed yesterday, yes?"

 

[Larry]

"I think that would be the best course of action miss," he agreed, slowly but surely adjusting himself to the seat, "Although I do have one question about the sport club; you don't have a wrestling ring do you? I know I might sound a bit stupid about asking such a thing but if you do have an answer to such a question, I appreciate it. Now if you don't mind me, what did you do yesterday?"


Luke had no idea where his fascination for wrestling came from, although watch WWE on the television only helped to reinforce the Irishman's stance on the subject, so much so that he would he would practice freestyle wrestling as a hobby when his family moved to Dublin. The boy very much enjoyed the physicality of it all and being able to to do some of the moves that he erstwhile viewed on the TV. He had pleaded with his parents to let him join the The club that had let him achieve such a wanton dream was that of the Wolverines, very much displayed by Luke's otherwise vicious attitude when practicing; he used it as a form of expressing anger although he many not have been there the entire time. The man called Bell was dubbed 'Logan Luke' in a joke of the comic character how shares the institutions name, very much describing as being an animalistic competitor. Although you wouldn't see him in such a way nowadays, back in his day he had a very short temper that he just used as means of getting adrenaline. Despite starting so late as he did,his commitment to the craft has seen become a very versatile competitor, being able to utilize various different moves and holds. But since those days, his time spent on wrestling had diminished up util his move to Hawthorne. So a wish of his was to take up the sport again as a means of fun as well as a means of keeping fit despite the obvious game of hurling that he plays.


Those were the days alright! We really loved them German suplex's didn't we? We'd give three of them in a row, one after another! That was class, I think we knocked one kid out once! But in all seriousness, we were in one of the best wrestlers there! But in the end it was only a hobby yet a rather fun hobby at the end of the day! Hopefully we'll be able to practice here and knock a few more people out!





I wasn't there but I imagine it must have been quite enjoyable. You could have told me that you dabbled in wrestling Bell, now we have something in common! It was amateur wrestling though wasn't it? Ah yes, that makes the most sense I think. Nonetheless, I concur with the statement uttered beforehand.





Those really were the days, he thought to himself nostalgically, With a bit of luck, we might be able to.





With a bit of luck was all he could hope for.

 

[cojemo]

"Yeah, I think that's right. If everyone here is like you, I'll have a lot of competition."


Mars mentally fist pumped at the success of his little phrase he came up with. She seemed to like it, and even showed interest in getting better, at least that is what he assumed. However, she seemed to be a little too helpful and nice for his tastes, what with her inquiry about him and her worried questions about his technique, though he hoped that it was just common courtesy. Still, he felt a sense of pride knowing he may have helped someone else begin their path to excellence. Bringing a sense of competition and drive to be the best was his unofficial job on the student council, along with his other duties. It made the place much more fun and gave everyone something to aim for. Also, it gave him potential rivals in the future, which was always fun. Holding back a comment on how there is no competition as he is simply the best, Mars simply spoke. "Well, not everyone is like me, though I try my best to change that. If you aim for the top, there is a chance that eventually you will be the one people are trying to surpass in order to be second best." Mars mentally face palmed himself at his last comment. Good job not letting your ego take control, genius.


He noticed that as Ami stood up, she seemed rather unstable and barely able to stand on her own two feet. What exactly was it that sent her here? was it a fight, or heat stroke, or something else? He thought about saying she should probably stay until she is all better, but he wasn't one to talk with an injury like his. Plus, fighting through things that would sideline most people was something he found built character.


"Well, I can stand, I think. Do you need any help there? If you need anything, I could try and help."


"Why, you're a rather helpful person, now aren't you?" He still wasn't sure if that was a good thing. It depended on the severity of her kind nature, though first impressions were limited, and for all he knew she could have been lying through her teeth. Grabbing the roll of wrappings he had found earlier, he made his way over to Ami and handed her the bundle. "Actually, could you help me wrap this around my arm? It'll take a lot less time if you do it, since I'm one handed at the moment." He stuck out his right arm, which was still as bad as before. "Also, if you feel you need support to walk, you can use me if you want. Just be careful with my right side, for obvious reasons. What put you in this state, anyways?"

 

[Dead]

Spoiler

It felt like the world disappeared before them and it was just the two of them left in this world. Time felt like it was flooating slowly until it stopped so that this moment could last forever on without a care. What a wish Shinji would love to have but it didn't matter since Blake soon cupped his cheeks once more and returned the kiss, nibbling at Shinjo's bottom lip as if begging for more than just a simple kiss. Then Blake shifted his position placing his hand in Shinji's hair, messing it around and deepening the kiss making Shinji smirk following along what Blake was begging for.


Wrapping his arm around Blake's smaller waist, Shinji pulled him closer until he was in his lap with Blake's legs wrapped around him. With this done, people must have got very awkward by this scene happening in front of the school and especially seeing the secretary of the Student Council to be making out with the most "dangerous" guy in the school as the school ground became more quieter with people rushing to leave them be. Shinji didn't give a care for those who saw them as long as Blake was with him, he felt secure and safe plus he wasn't gonna let this opportunity go to waste.


Hungrily, Shinji went for the kill and started roaming around Blake's territory, his tongue fought with Blake's but at the same time claiming what was his now. While their little streaming make out was going on, Shinji's hand started to snake around waist making slow, teasingly movement but he didn't do anything more since they were still outside,"If only we were in our room by now..." Shinji thought and tried to pull away from the kiss so they could go to somewhere more... private but Shinji really just wanted to stay here forever with no disturbance to bother them but he knew that either way, they will be told by some teacher sooner or later so it would be best to move locations now.


Breaking the kiss, Shinji gasped for air and smiled up at Blake who looked like a blushing mess right now and had such a sexy look to him that made Shinji's body tingle and shiver in delight,"How about we change locations? I like to continue where we left off somewhere else." Shinji whispered out in a husky voice with his ruby eyes glint with lust and want to devour Blake to the last drop.


-I may have killed many people with this post... But magi-chan, I give much love for you as well, MY LOVE IS STRONGER!!! XDD-


@magikarpfever


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Calista heart raced when Geno agreed with her and wanting to do this again sometimes, Calista's hope to be with him more grew and it continued to grow as he wrapped his arms around her just like before. Without hesitation, she also did the same but it wasn't long as he departed to leave for the night, Calista feel a painful squeeze on her chest. She wanted to be in his embrace a little more longer but she couldn't be selfish now and it was already too late as he walked off without saying a single goodbye.


Calista watched his retreating form walk off and waved hoping he would at least turn around but he didn't, putting her hand at her side awkwardly, she sighed feeling a big hole in her heart opening as she too, left and went off to her room maybe to just rest since her leg was killing her. Walking into her dorm which she shared with Lyra, she laid in her bed and sighed again staring at her teddy bear,"Sighing means you're sad... I must be sad." Calista thought speaking of the oblivious and hugged her bear close,"Geno must be very busy... I wonder if we will get to do that again." Calista mumbled to herself and smiled softly at the thought of it as she closed her eye.


"Maybe."


@Kriyze

 

[Magikarp]

Spoiler

Now on Shinji's lap Blake squirmed a bit, not because he was uncomfortable but because pleasure was flowing through his body. He fit almost perfectly with Shinji; their bodies were like they were meant for each other. Of course now people were scurrying by them to leave the two lovers alone. No doubt the rumor mill was going to spew out something along the lines of 'student council member with stick up his ass gay for mysterious and dangerous new student.' Sliding his hand down to Shinji's neck Blake teased Shinji by lightly tracing his creamy skin up and down his neck. Both of their tongues were now exploring unmarked territory sometimes battling it out. While this was happening Shinji had his hands 'sneakily' travel down to the waist, making intentions that were less than pure. Finally the kiss broke, that left both of them gasping. While Blake was a blushing mess Shinji looked...sexy and rogue, everything about him screamed lust and ravenous desires. A very small part of Blake screamed for him to stop before he did anything stupid but Blake squashed it out.


"You sly bastard...like you need to ask? Let's hurry before we end up breaking in this bench," Blake replied, a little winded from their previous make out session. “How about our dorm? I’m sure the walls are thick enough.”


Still on Shinji's lap Blake played with one of the many stray locks adorning Shinji's raven black hair.


(Should we fade to black soon? Just to play it safe)

 

[Holo]

Meanwhile in Anthony's head.


Great I'm gonna get kicked out on my first day because a**hat here loves to pick on the new guy. I have the sudden urge to pants this moron then remove that weird mask from the headmaster's face. I mean seriously a gas mask? It's tuesday not halloween.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Headmistress Kinya Weatherstone~

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Kinya's eyebrow twitched.


His plane was hijacked?


"Is that a joke? You know, it doesn't matter." the Headmistress said, wrinkling her nose as she answered her own question. She looked the boys over again, and then sighed. She did feel a little sorry for them. . .and school had just started. And it already looked like the winner of the fight had been through a lot.


"Well. I'll let you off the hook. . .this time. But you will have to serve detention in my office tomorrow after classes for two hours." she sighed, rubbing her temples. Before either of them could protest, she raised a hand and said, "If you even think about complaining, it'll be a week of detention. But it'll be for three hours. Believe me, I wouldn't want to waste any more of your time. . .or my time, than necessary."


Kinya turned and started to leave, but she stopped short. The woman turned, and growled, "If I catch either of you causing any more problems, I won't be so understanding. Believe me when I say that you will wish you never met me."


She faced them fully again.


"I can be a nice person, so don't get the wrong idea. . .but you two. . .just. . .I'm done with this conversation." she huffed, spinning around and starting down the flight of staircase that lead back down to the dorms.

 

[Holo]

Anthony kept following her but produced a news paper clipping that described the hijacking and had a photo of Anthony with a pan in his hands. "I told you it was hijacked and I don't want to break the rules but I have to draw the tolerance line somewhere." Anthony was walking next to her as he spoke but then started towards the music club room. "Oh no that's what I forgot." Anthony said before slinking back to walk with the headmaster. He was practically radiating stress in it's purest form and it was visible on his face as he walked. Anthony gave a sigh as his thoughts went to a discussion he'd had with a shaman in Alaska.

 

[Queen Rai]

~Headmistress Kinya Weatherstone~

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Kinya glanced over at the boy, and sighed, saying, "You shouldn't be the one speaking over tolerance when I'm the one letting you off with a warning, boy."


When did I start saying 'boy'? Ugh, I've been hanging around Liam too much.


The woman glanced at this newpaper clipping, and bit the inside of her cheek. She looked at the picture and raised her eyebrow, asking, "When did this happen, anyway?"


But the boy had already started in a different direction. Kinya narrowed her eyebrows, and grumbled, "Geez, I'm getting soft. . ."


That was something Kinya hated saying, since usually her main goal was making herself seem like a complete asshole on purpose just to avoid social interaction with other humans. If she started handing out warnings like candy, people weren't going to take her seriously. . .and then BAM, kids would even start asking her favors. Of course, kids did that anyway. Well, the handful that she actually sort of liked. . .like Lyra, Veronica. . .the entire student council, actually. All of the professors had taken a liking to them.


Suddenly, Anthony was once again walking alongside the Headmistress.


"What is it?" the woman asked, glancing at him.

 

[Dead]

Feeling Blake's fingers run through his hair and playing around with his hair, Shinji stared into Blake's eyes lovingly as Blake agreed with his plan but when he suggested the dorms, Shinji was already at his last line. Changing his position, Shinji scooped Blake up bridal style just like when he collapsed, placing a peck on Blake's lips and grin,"You better be ready." Shinji whispered to him and walked off to their dorm for tonight's great event.

Spoiler

Getting into the room, Shinji plopped Blake onto the bed as he shut the door behind him and locked it shut so no one could bother them. Turning towards Blake, he threw off his jacket and got on top of him, his lips curled up to a sly smirk,"I won't hold back so I hope you're able to accept my forceful love." Shinji cooed, staring deep into Blake's eyes which were quite ravishing that it made Shinji's patience wait no more as he pressed his lips against his, his arms wrapped around Blake's waist and continuing with what had happen before.


-grabs gun- I... I just lost it ._.-


@magikarpfever

After reading what I posted... I noticed that I may have went too far so I have deleted some of the parts for the sake of the kitties >.<

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[AshenLily]

After locking her door behind her, Cylva flopped onto the the bed, face down. Burying her face in her pillow, she screamed, though it was likely the muffled noise didn't escape the confines of her room. Why me? It's not fair! All she wanted, is to live a normal life, with normal friends, and a normal family. So much for that, huh? She rolled over onto her back, and lay still for a few minutes, until finally deciding it would be a good opportunity to write.


Cylva leaned over the side of her bed, and extracted the bag from just underneath it. She pulled the bag onto the bed, and opened it up, revealing a few pairs of clothes (she didn't have many, but had been sent with plenty of money to purchase more), and what she was really looking for. Her journals. She'd written an entry every single day since she discovered what her father had done to her. The journals were an extremely effective method of soothing herself at times like this, and she pulled out one of the earliest ones, filled cover to cover with her neat handwriting. She leafed through the pages, reading over the text, the same as she'd done so many times before. Finally, she replaced the other journal, and pulled out her most recent, which was only approximately two-thirds of the way filled. Rolling over on to her stomach, she produced a pen from one of the pockets of the leather-bound book, flipped open to the last page on which she'd previously begun to write, and began a new entry:

Spoiler

School. Day one.


Do I even have anything worth writing about at this point? Nevermind that. We both know why I'm writing. Same reason as always. Him. Anyway... today, I managed to control my "power". Well, sort of. Suffice it to say, my right arm is entirely encased in crystal, and I can't seem to figure out how to get rid of it... it's not painful, and my arm functions perfectly well. It's just kind of creepy... and I really hope that it's reversible.





The scratching of the pen paused for only a moment.


I met the sweetest girls today. Their names are Kahra and Nichole. I think we're friends. Kahra and I have the same classes, so I'm hoping that will at least make the adjustment here a little bit easier.





She struggled to focus on the positive things about the day, but eventually realized there was no point trying to deceive herself, or her journal. They both knew the reason she was here.


Maybe some day I'll learn how to control it enough, to go back to mom, and live a normal life. Maybe. That's the only reason I insisted on coming to this silly school, anyway. If I can figure out how to control it, I should be able to just make it stop altogether, right? The thought makes me happy. It gives me hope. I just want to be normal, again...


I wish I'd gotten to know him better. Father, I mean. As much as I hate him for what he did, he was an incredible man. I've heard he was brilliant, and his determination to succeed was unrivaled. He must have been something. Mother did fall in love with him, after all. How ironic that he didn't live long enough, to see his life's work realized...

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Closing the journal, she replaced her pen into the side pocket, sighing, and stood. "I guess I should probably get settled, then." Cylva unpacked all of the clothes from the bag, most consisting of turtle necks, and jeans, with a couple of dresses, and a skirt. She hadn't planned on everything being so open at the school, and had planned on continuing to hide the flaws in her skin. Given how readily Kahra and Nichole had accepted her power, she realized it probably wouldn't be necessary, and resolved to buy a wider variety of clothing. Warm as it was, outside, the change of wardrobe would definitely be welcome.


Looking out the window, Cylva noticed it had gotten dark sometime between when she'd left Nichole and Kahra, and now. Was I really writing for that long? She slipped out of her jeans she was wearing, and replaced them with the pale white skirt she'd just unpacked, relishing the feeling of the air upon her legs. Looking down, she saw several patches of crystal along each of her legs. The patches were especially prominent on her knee caps. Cylva also replaced her turtle neck she'd been wearing, with a small, sleeveless blouse, which shared the same color as the skirt she'd donned. She hadn't been outside in normal clothes for as long as she could remember.


Working her way down through her dorm, she gasped as she stepped outside, feeling the fresh, cool evening air upon her legs, and her arms. The feeling was incredible! Excited to finally be able to relax, she set off on a walk around the campus, trying to figure out where everything was, but mostly just enjoying her newly found freedom.

 

[Emperor Shadow IV]

(Wrap up post. After this RP day, Johnathon can be assumed to be around campus still, just . . . out of the way, I guess. xD


Au revoir!)


"And you, roommate, I see you go for the feisty ones"


A sneer nearly parted John's lips, but he held it back because he was with Lyra. Tekis might not have intended to sound rude, but someone like Johnathon would take immediate offense at his words. Besides, he thought, keeping a mental debate with himself, it sounded like he insulted Lyra . . . Some reassurance came to him though when the man apologized for possibly offending Lyra, but it wasn't enough for Johnathon to be entirely convinced.


"The only reason I asked was to see if you are indeed my roommate. I spotted a packet of Polish cigarettes back at my room sitting on the table, so I asked if you had any. My guess was right. What's your name?"





Johnathon raised a solitary eyebrow at the fellow. "My, you are perceptive," he remarked, not sure what to make of his new roommate. "I'm Johnathon."





The rest of the conversation wasn't long, and shortly John and Lyra were on their way, hands still linked, and John offering a short goodbye to Tekis. Johnathon wasn't entirely sure what to make of his actions. Lyra hadn't responded to their hands as he had expected she would, and now protocol called for him to be the one suffering from embarrassment. Luckily, for the most part at least, he was able to keep his cheeks under control. "Right, where in the mall we off to first?" he asked, unknowingly giving her hand a squeeze.


@Rai\-Chan


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Ryuu's eyes continued to spin in their sockets, but after a few moments, his consciousness began to return at the pleasing melody of Elsa's voice. "Come again," he wheezed, groaning as his vision strained to bring the nurse's face into perspective. "Oh, Elsa." He made a move to sit himself upright, but, even as a martial artist, he couldn't get himself out of such a position. A pained laugh escaped his lips as he asked, smiling up at Elsa, "A little he--" His words dropped short as a burning pain could be felt seeping through his chest, arm, and pants. "YE-E-E-E-SCH! Nazis in my pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-nts!!"


-Timeskip-





At the end of the day, as the sun settled behind the trees, Ryuu, in clean new clothing, stood slightly off school campus with his hands clenched in his pockets. A slight scowl could be seen lining his face in the failing light, and presently he let out a sigh. The day with Elsa had been fun, if not painful, but now work called. Tonight there was a fowl beast in need of the janitor's adept attention. "Well," he said to himself, shrugging, "I best be off."





With the moon's appearance came the janitor's disappearance into the woods surrounding Hawthorne.

 

[Magikarp]

Spoiler

As soon as Shinji picked him up Blake felt cliches almost slap him in the face this is like some bad romance movie, a mysterious new student whisks me off my feet, someone I just met what like three days ago? Two? At least I can blame it on being a teenager...A shiver went down his spine when Shinji whispered that one sentence, that one sentence that basically said 'you're in for one hell of a ride.' The walk to the room was quick and barely noticeable and when Shinji locked the place up Blake fully realized what was going to go down, however right now, he could care less. Blake, who was on the bed, was watching Shinji with a lecherous gaze, anticipating what was going to go down. Finally Shinji threw off his jacket and climbed on to him, his body radiating heat and lust.


"Tch, I don't expect you to hold back, and don't expect me to play obedient submissive as well," Blake growled.


Looking into Shinji's deep red eyes Blake found them back where they started, kissing, holding each other, and playing it 'rough.' Wrapping his arms around Shinji's neck he pulled him closer and practically dived into the kiss...


FADE. TO. BLACK! Sorry folks fufufufu~


Laying on the bed next to Shinji Blake face palmed, not a mental face palm, but an honest to god physical face palm. He was lying in bed with Shinji...with not clothes, both of them practically ragged from the events that took place, and basically spooning. Unable to fully wrap his head around this Blake took in the events that happened hours before.What...what the hell just happened? Blake pretty much wanted to flip his shit right now. There was an entire tome of things that left him shocked like this; however the main ones were as followed:


Making out with Shinji in public.


Making out with Shinji period.


Wait...actually there's one more. Making out with Shinji in the dorm...that lead to...OTHER THINGS!


How many hours went by while they were…you know…Blake had no idea, it could be hours, days, or years for all he cared, however as of right now Blake had a bigger problem to deal with. So me and Shinji...what the hell is going to happen next? Was this just, a thing? Or is...is this going to be a longer term thing...don't make me say it! Fine I'll say it...relationship? Needing to know Blake prodded Shinji in the side, anxiety, confusion, and all around panic bubbling inside of him.


"S-shinji..." Blake muttered, not looking him in the eyes. "What now? Are…are we, you know…shit, are we in a relationship?”

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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"Right, where in the mall we off to first?"


As the words escaped Johnathon's lips, the date began. Lyra had immediately set off towards the food court, as she was almost desperate to find some caffeine to help her get through the day. Fortunately, she was able to buy herself a Mega Gulp sized fountain drink and suck it down just before she fell to the floor.


Of course, this made her extremely hyper, but at least she wasn't slugging around on the verge of passing out.


For the first few hours of the date, Lyra had insisted that the two visit pretty much every "thriller" in the mall. The Merry-Go-Round, a kiddie pony ride that required a quarter to do, and even the giant trampolines. Of course, Lyra was petrified and didn't really jump. Instead, her soda just got all shaken up in her stomach.


After that, things sort of settled down. The two poked around in a few shops, but nothing really caught Lyra's fancy. Well, other than an adorable pair of earrings that she'd be donating to the Student Council's costume vault. Lyra couldn't wear them anyway, as her ears weren't even pierced. She absolutely refused to do it. . .she wouldn't.


Cajunk!


Cajunk!


The next thing Lyra knew, her ears were pierced. And she only cried for fifteen minutes.


As the date came to a close and the sun sank lower and lower in the sky, the two made their way back to the bus and rode back to Hawthorne. It was a fairly uneventful ride, as Lyra was so tired she could barely move. She didn't know if she fell asleep or not, because she closed her eyes for a second, and suddenly, they were back at the school and Johnathon was calling her name.


The two stepped off of the bus and bid eachother farewell. Lyra thanked him for the date. . .well, she thought she did. At this point, she was so tired that she didn't even remember where her dorm was. Johnathon had gone off, and Lyra just wandered aimlessly.


Eventually, she came to a bench and just collapsed on it.


((Goodbye, Shadow ;- ) 

ATTENTION!


Everyone had until 10:30 p.m (2 hours from the minute I post this) to wrap up whatever they're doing before I skip to Monday GOOD LUCK!

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[twilight sparkle]

Nichole smiled walking out of her room once more after sketching a cute picture. She waited at the entrance to the cafeteria for her friends. Nichole hummed rocking on the heels of her shoes. She wore a pink tee with cute kittens, a blue sleeveless vest, some knee high socks, and a black skirt. She bounced on her toes happy. "Ooh I cant wait to show them my drawing!" She said to herself. Nichole had her hair in a side ponytail and she looked at the sky. "Pretty stars tonight. " she said. The drawing was of three animals, a puppy, kitty, and a bunny.


Kouji finished reshelving the books and stood up. He wondered what he should get tonight for dinner. He shrugged and pinned his bang to the side. It was in his face again. He was wearing his favorite black shirt, jeans and two belts and his choker. He started to walk across the campus to his apartment and said hello to students.

 

[Holo]

"Hm? Oh yeah just realizing the shaman I met in Alaska must be right." Anthony said looking up with a frown hearing the words echo in his head. " You will die alone and painfully with nobody by your side or anybody who cares for you unless you try as hard as you can to prove me wrong." Anthony sighed once more before waving goodbye to the headmaster then heading to get his guitar from his dorm. He looked at the floor the whole way thinking of how right the shaman was and how useless he was about changing it. He then grabbed his guitar and started forwards the entrance to the school warming up his fingers and voice.

Spoiler

"There's another world inside of me


That you may never see


There're secrets in this life


That I can't hide


Somewhere in this darkness


There's a light that I can't find


Maybe it's too far away...


Or maybe I'm just blind...


Or maybe I'm just blind...


[Chorus]


So hold me when I'm here


Right me when I'm wrong


Hold me when I'm scared


And love me when I'm gone


Everything I am


And everything in me


Wants to be the one


You wanted me to be


I'll never let you down


Even if I could


I'd give up everything


If only for your good


So hold me when I'm here


Right me when I'm wrong


You can hold me when I'm scared


You won't always be there


So love me when I'm gone


Love me when I'm gone...


When your education X-Ray


Cannot see under my skin


I won't tell you a damn thing


That I could not tell my friends


Roaming through this darkness


I'm alive but I'm alone


Part of me is fighting this


But part of me is gone


[Chorus]


Or maybe I'm just blind...


[Chorus]


Love me when I'm gone...


Love me when I'm gone


When I'm Gone


When I'm Gone


When I'm Gone


"