Fantasy Heart Attack Academy

[The Unamed Character]

(I usually make michi bi or incestual......)

 

[Trombone Geek]

Paden watched Lance closely. He could see concern written in the boy's face, but he didn't say anything on it. Doing so would mean he lost to this boy. He could practically hear what Lance's eyes were saying. "I only want to help." It was nice of the boy to care, but Paden didn't need it, or at least he didn't admit he did. "It's not how long you have to be there- it's how quickly you can get there before they stop telling first-years where they need to be." Paden raised an eyebrow, almost daring the boy to ask an unnecessary question. He didn't know why, but just because he was being bullied people started to make Paden out to be a saint, or at least those few nice students did. "I'm not either, so just leave me alone." Paden silently tried to will the boy to remove that fascinated look from his eyes and go away. If nobody messed with him, then he could just go over to training like he did everyday. If not... well, whoever decided to distract him would be in massive trouble.

Ooc: @Dibbydoo Hia Also, just want to say this is my first story where Paden is neither an angel or straight. xD I remember in the first story I did with him, he was in love with his sister, who loved this evil guy... Ah, good times!​

Lance nods in understanding. "Thanks again," he said, and with a wave he turned and walked to the Entrance Room. His nose scrunched up once again at the terrible smell, and he hurried up to one of the students who looked like they knew what they were doing ( @Midnight Peace ). "Do you know where everyone's dorms are?" he asked, hating how he had to raise his normally quiet voice in order to be heard over the room's ruckus. He just wanted to go curl up and read a good book; already his head was building up a slight ache, which would later become a terrible pounding for sure, if he spent too much longer.


His mind drifted back to Paden. He seemed to express dislike at first, probably at the obvious arrogance that many first-years apparently had--seeing as Lance was a first year himself, that was probably Paden's first impression. And while Lance did have pride, he knew how to toss it aside, unlike some. Yet the boy himself had displayed some degree of arrogance, or at least untruth towards himself, because the need for help was apparent in everything about him. Lance had nearly stayed in hopes of helping out the boy, having sympathy for anyone having to put up with assholery from stuck-up jerks in this place. Heck, it was apparently so bad that his new father had talked to him for hours about how important it was for Lance to not get caught up in insults or what others thought. Not that he would have in the first place; being an orphan in his circumstances meant toughening up emotionally, and quick. Although, Lance had to admit that the talk had helped; he was a lot less nervous after realizing not all rich people were complete snobs. The interaction with Paden had helped to further nail that point in.

 

[Midnight Peace]

((he's already in his dorm but ill make him on the edge of the room, about to leave since he has nothing to do right now ;- )


Allen looks up from his book, about to depart for his dorm when yet another student asked him for directions.


He sighs, closing his book as he looks with a slightly bored expression at Lance.


"Do you know what room number you have?" He tapped his foot, eager to get this over with. He wished nothing more but to reach a sense of quiet in his room for a while and yet now three people had needed instruction. He placed a hand on his pocket, just in case he needed to pull out his packet of paper.


Gee, a lot of people had no clue where to go today.


@Trombone Geek

 

[iiimee]

Paden watched as the boy stalked off to the Entrance Room, before walking off in the opposite direction himself. He didn't want to admit it, but there was something interesting about the boy. "What should I-" "Idiot." Paden cursed aloud. Of course he should do what he always did: Train! He marched out of the school as quick as he could, wishing to avoid nearly everyone left in the school. "Wraith, how's your boyfriend?" Somebody yelled. A book was thrown at Paden, but it didn't make him stop, not even for a moment. He continued walking and eventually made it to the combat training grounds, but the harassment didn't stop when he reached there. A whole group of students had started following him, devious looks in their eyes. "Have you eaten any hearts lately? You're in better spirits than usual." one of the bullies commented. Paden rolled his eyes, knowing damn well that they didn't know what sort of "spirits" he was in. The boy calmly went to grab a sword, but when he did one of the students had the smart idea of pushing him into it. That was a horrible mistake. Paden instinctively grabbed on to the nearest one- a broadsword that was just the right weight for someone like him. He swung around, outstretching his arm and cutting the nearest student, aka the one who had pushed him. At first Paden thought he had barely grazed his stomach, but boy was he wrong! Blood started to well from the long cut, and all the student could do was look at Paden in horror. "Y-you..." Paden caught him just before he collapsed. He started running toward the school. "Hey, what are you doing Wraith?!" Several terrified shouts and yells could be heard from people who now felt this confirmed Paden was somehow one of the murderous Wraiths. A few brave souls followed him to make sure their friend was safe, but most just started gossiping. This wouldn't be good for Paden's reputation, not that he cared. When he entered the building, the first thing he did was enter the nurse's office. "Can you take care of him?" the boy asked the old man who had just gave some student a headache pill. Paden's face had concern written all over it, but the old man merely patted the closest bed. "Set him here." the old nurse said, and Paden hastily obeyed.

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[Trombone Geek]

@Trombone Geek[/URL]

Paden watched as the boy stalked off to the Entrance Room, before walking off in the opposite direction himself. He didn't want to admit it, but there was something interesting about the boy. "What should I-" "Idiot." Paden cursed aloud. Of course he should do what he always did: Train! He marched out of the school as quick as he could, wishing to avoid nearly everyone left in the school. "Wraith, how's your boyfriend?" Somebody yelled. A book was thrown at Paden, but it didn't make him stop, not even for a moment. He continued walking and eventually made it to the combat training grounds, but the harassment didn't stop when he reached there. A whole group of students had started following him, devious looks in their eyes. "Have you eaten any hearts lately? You're in better spirits than usual." one of the bullies commented. Paden rolled his eyes, knowing damn well that they didn't know what sort of "spirits" he was in. The boy calmly went to grab a sword, but when he did one of the students had the smart idea of pushing him into it. That was a horrible mistake. Paden instinctively grabbed on to the nearest one- a broadsword that was just the right weight for someone like him. He swung around, outstretching his arm and cutting the nearest student, aka the one who had pushed him. At first Paden thought he had barely grazed his stomach, but boy was he wrong! Blood started to well from the long cut, and all the student could do was look at Paden in horror. "Y-you..." Paden caught him just before he collapsed. He started running toward the school. "Hey, what are you doing Wraith?!" Several terrified shouts and yells could be heard from people who now felt this confirmed Paden was somehow one of the murderous Wraiths. A few brave souls followed him to make sure their friend was safe, but most just started gossiping. This wouldn't be good for Paden's reputation, not that he cared. When he entered the building, the first thing he did was enter the nurse's office. "Can you take care of him?" the boy asked the old man who had just gave some student a headache pill. Paden's face had concern written all over it, but the old man merely patted the closest bed. "Set him here." the old nurse said, and Paden hastily obeyed.

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"Five, I think," Lance replied, trying to ignore the sudden smell of blood creeping up on him. After years in an orphanage with a woman who hardly looked twice when a kid cut themselves (or each other), he had begun to learn what it smelled like. He hated it, but it had helped him quite a few times.


The moment he learned where his room was, he imprinted the instructions into his mind, chanting them in his head as he followed the smell, only to see the Paden kid rush past with an injured student in his arms. Already the gossiping was starting; disgusting. A drop of blood landed on Lance's cheek, blown back by Paden's running, and he wiped it away with his thumb as he suppressed a shudder. It seemed children could make rumors out of anything; several eyes turned to him as they realized he had come out of nowhere and had no proper way to know someone was injured. He followed Paden out of curiosity and slight concern for the boy who had been injured.


"I just keep turning up," he murmured, watching the nurse work and hardly cringing at the sight. "What happened?" Lance asked Paden, hoping to distract both of them from the sight, even if Lance wasn't too bothered.


When he saw a few flecks of blood, Lance began to understand. It was all too likely the boy had tried to cause trouble, and Paden's instincts had kicked in; obviously the boy had had military training before. It seemed it was a mistake, which further backed up the instinct argument; this could be judged from how shaken Paden seemed. So Paden had whirled, cutting the boy in the process; although, Paden didn't seem to be jumpy, so Lance could only wonder what had started everything.


((Lance is gonna show up any time something happens and just be like "Welp, what happened this time?" His ideal job will be news reporter. Or journalist. xD ))

 

[Elffri3nd]

Tyler spotted Paden walked into the nurses office, Hun... He thought. This boy could hold his own, it could be helpful to seek him out for help. "It won't matter if I miss this class today, this holiday only comes once every four years." He followed the boy into the nurses office seeing another boy enter as well. "Paden, good to see you. I have a favor I must ask of you." 'Hopefully he remembers who I am. He then walked up to the boy on the bed disobey normal protocol. 'Hum he is slipping into the next life.' "I won't judge you if you don't want to help me. But I don't care for your reputation, you don't seem like a wraith." If he knew who his knew roommate he would ask him but he hadn't been informed who he was yet. He took his hand off the boy's head not wanting to anger the nurse. "Sorry about that sir just thinking tonight is a special day for my people." He said addressing the nurse.

 

[iiimee]

Ooc: I had a perfectly good post written out, but now I am confused. @Wyatt , what is the 'special night' and is your character a Wraith? If not, I don't know how he could figure out if he was slipping into the "next life"...

 

[Trombone Geek]

Ooc: I had a perfectly good post written out, but now I am confused. @Wyatt , what is the 'special night' and is your character a Wraith? If not, I don't know how he could figure out if he was slipping into the "next life"...

-points and laughs at your suffering-))

 

[Elffri3nd]

Ooc: I had a perfectly good post written out, but now I am confused. @Wyatt , what is the 'special night' and is your character a Wraith? If not, I don't know how he could figure out if he was slipping into the "next life"...

The boy is dying so it would be obivious that he is slipping away, plus I think he would feel colder from the loss of blood. The special night is a celebration of rebirth about cleansing his body and what not. (Thought it would be fun since he is native American plus it is a reason to go down the forest path.) Sorry that it was confusing.

 

[iiimee]

Ooc: I never said the boy is dying...

Paden didn't even look at the boy when he crept into the room. "Don't push me- I'll bite back." was all Paden said. He watched the doctor's work with morbid curiosity, not even moving an inch when the student yelled in pain, or showered Paden in insults. Eventually, the nurse got so annoyed with the student's cursing that he slapped the boy across the face, scolding him and mentioning something about "what a proper young lord would do." Finally, once the boy was stitched and drugged up, Paden turned to Lance. "Why are you following me kid? I don't like fans, if you're one of those crazy Wraith-worshipers." he warned the boy, his eyes as cold and distant as always. He was going to leave the conversation at that- until some weird student ran up to them. He spoke to Paden like he boy was supposed to know who he was: He didn't. "What's the favor?" he asked plainly, crossing his arms and waiting rather impatiently for an answer. He didn't like helping others- Usually they could help themselves and just didn't. That may sound hypocritical, coming from a soldier, but it wasn't like Paden really reflected and sorted out his beliefs. There was no reason to, not when he probably wouldn't live to the age of thirty thanks to his family's profession.

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[Elffri3nd]

Tyler pulled a book out from his back pack and held it out for Paden. "It is a ritual of my people, preformed every four years. I need someone to join me, other wise I need to travel further away to preform it. It is preformed in a forest using water. I will example more if you help me." He then pulled his backpack back over his shoulders. He shoved a piece of hair be hind his ear, and straightened his over coat. He waited for a response hoping that he would join him. This boy was the best fighter at the school and it would be better to have him around then not to. " If you choose not to I will try to travel further, but this could be a great chance for you to experience another culture."

 

[Midnight Peace]

Allen gave the instructions to the boy, only to see him rush off and...


Wait, is that blood?


Allen raises a very concerned eyebrow. Was it an incident to do with the Wraiths on campus? No, no, they're smarter to attack in broad daylight and on the first day.


He finds himself walking closer to the crowd, only being enticed to know what's going on from the pained yells, curses, insults, and the sharp noise of a good slap across the face.


He tried to get close to the infirmary to figure some way to collect information on the recent occurrence that caused such a pungent scent of blood to permeate the school's atmosphere.


He noticed Lance, Tylet, and Paden speaking, and chose that he could ask one of them what just happened after they were done speaking.

 

[Trombone Geek]

The corners of Lance's mouth curled upwards in amusement, and a small chuckle escaped, at Paden's words. "I have a tendency to show up wherever something interesting happens," he replied, glancing over to the injured student.


"Seems he'll survive," Lance murmured, giving a single wave to Paden and the boy who had gone up asking for a favor. He left the room, catching sight of the student who had helped him earlier lurking and looking very curious. However, Lance felt the headache returning quicker than ever; if the boy stopped him, then yeah, Lance would help; if not, then Lance would continue on to his dorm room in silence.

 

[iiimee]

Ooc: Will reply tomorrow, sorry! X_X It's nearly 10pm here, and school so...

 

[Trombone Geek]

Ooc: Will reply tomorrow, sorry! X_X It's nearly 10pm here, and school so...

((-waves- See you tomorrow!))

 

[Midnight Peace]

He looked to Lance, noticing that he had separated himself from the conversation. He took note of the student with the... Terrifyingly large gash in his stomach, and chose to turn tail, following after the black haired fellow currently walking away.


"Hey uh, excuse me, but... What happened earlier?"


He tilted his head, stroking the edge of his book. The prospect of a violent student being on campus was, well, a scary thought. It would pose a danger to him and the rest of his school. The scent of blood had also triggered a certain hunger inside of him, which made him a little sick to his stomach as he was reminded of his unfortunate nature...


But, then again, perhaps that hunger could help protect him and the rest of the campus if someone was stepping over the boundary. He had a pattern of picking off those who posed a certain irritation to the campus, why stop now?


@Trombone Geek

 

[Trombone Geek]

@Trombone Geek[/URL]

Lance paused mid-step, turning to face the student. "I'm not entirely sure; from what I gathered, the student antagonized the man everyone calls 'the Wraith,' whatever his name is; he jumped onto instinct by accident, and the end result was an injured student." Lance's eyes narrowed as he studied the boy--he had a habit of learning about people through their actions, tone of voice, and eyes in a matter of seconds. Suspicion slipped its way into Lance's own eyes, the only hint of expression other than boredom on his face, but he didn't comment on it. The boy before him seemed nice enough, but he knew how well some people could act.


Lance groaned softly as the pounding in his head suddenly intensified, and with it his vision surged forwards in dizziness for only a moment. "I apologize, I'd really like to get to my dorm. Thank you again for helping me earlier. Have a wonderful day." Without another word, Lance turned back in his original direction and left; and although his walk was an amble, he seemed to vanish instead.

 

[Midnight Peace]

Allen raised an eyebrow as he left, noticing the urgency in his behavior. He seemed to desperately want to get to his room, a state that Allen could understand, as he felt this emotion more often then not. Instead of trying to slip in an awkward "You too" to empty air, he simply turned around and headed towards his own room, wondering if his new roommate would be there or not.


He opens his book, flipping a few pages back to a quote he felt he'd missed, in a rush to read a particular page he'd forgotten about until now.


Page forty, saying four hundred and one.


"Treat your friend as if he may become an enemy"


Allen took this in. For the average man, this may just come off as a lesson in how to keep friendships, a word of advice on how to keep people on your side for the sake of social satisfaction. But in his mind, this was a grand survival tip.


Fortunately for him, he had no friends.


He read over the page, scanning over the phrases he'd already seen to make sure he hadn't missed anything else.


Saying three-hundred and ninety seven.


"Anger thinks crime justifiable."


Allen took note of this, a reminder to leave anger out of his... unfortunately necessary mealtimes.


He scanned over the page next to it.


Page forty one, saying four hundred and ten.


"The gods give man one good, as an offset to two ills."


Allen pondered on this. He could think off one ill of his, which was truly quite like an illness. He attempted to search his mind for whatever else could be his second ill.


Perhaps his sister? No, not her... she was... Allen tries to clear his mind of this train of thought.


His alcoholic mother? Perhaps but, that was so lifelong... surely, a good has come along to balance that out in conjunction with some other ill...


He enters his room, pondering. Perhaps some other ill will come along- and then he'll be granted with a good.


Oh, who am I kidding. I'm just going to be stuck in this school for a few years, then I'll leave, and then I'll become some immortal government figure for the rest of eternity... Or, hell, until I'm killed because someone finds out. Or there is some onset of the apocalypse and I die off because I cant find any hearts to eat...


He grew a little queasy as he sat on his bed, his thoughts wandering.

 

[typhoon]

Rael shouldered his bag as he walked down the halls. This was his second year, so it wasn't very exiting. He knew all the teachers, most of the students, and his fellow Heartling members. His chest tightened a fraction at the words, but slowly went back to normal. He felt his hand trembling, and he stuffed it in deep into his pockets. He hadn't come to the last two sacrifices, and it was starting to show. His golden hair had lost its sheer, and his eyes were droopy as if he hadn't slept in days, which was true. He finally reached his door and opened it. Apparently his roomate had already settled. He was a human, sadly. Rael didnt like getting attached to humans, since he never knew when they would be the next victims. He laid down his bags on the small mattress and began unpacking his numerous books, and distributed them on the shelves of the old cabinet. The silence was nearly thickening, so Rael finally muttered a quiet "Hello."


@The Unamed Character

 

[The Unamed Character]

Michi looked up and saw her roommate walk in. She stood up and walked over.


"Hi.... my name is Mitch..... you must be Rael.... right?" she said with a grin. She was getting this acting like a guy down pat.


She noticed he was shaking. "Hey.... you ok?" she asked with a curious tone.


She was wondering what was wrong and if he needed medical attention.


(OCC: srry if it is not 6 lines, i just got off work and am on mobile)

 

[Dibbydoo]

G( I thing my roommates dead.. )

 

[typhoon]

[QUOTE="The Unamed Character]Michi looked up and saw her roommate walk in. She stood up and walked over.
"Hi.... my name is Mitch..... you must be Rael.... right?" she said with a grin. She was getting this acting like a guy down pat.


She noticed he was shaking. "Hey.... you ok?" she asked with a curious tone.


She was wondering what was wrong and if he needed medical attention.


(OCC: srry if it is not 6 lines, i just got off work and am on mobile)

[/QUOTE]
Rael forced himself to look at the boy. He seemed about Rael's age, maybe younger. He was a tad bit feminine, but that was normal at this school. "Yes, I'm Rael, and I'm fine." He said firmly. He sat down on the matress, his eyes glancing at anything but the boy. "You're a little too happy for your first day." Rael said quietly. His hands found the spine of one of his books, and he had the urge to bury his face in it and escape reality.

 

[The Unamed Character]

Rael forced himself to look at the boy. He seemed about Rael's age, maybe younger. He was a tad bit feminine, but that was normal at this school. "Yes, I'm Rael, and I'm fine." He said firmly. He sat down on the matress, his eyes glancing at anything but the boy. "You're a little too happy for your first day." Rael said quietly. His hands found the spine of one of his books, and he had the urge to bury his face in it and escape reality.

"It's my first time away from home really..." she said with a shrug.


She placed her bag in the corner and laid on the bed. "Always had to do training and all that..."


she laughed as she looked at the ceiling and then sighed.


"So... what is your story Rael? " she asked "Where do you come from?"

 

[Midnight Peace]

((OOC: saaame @Dibbydoo ))

 

[Dibbydoo]

( Occ: I think he bailed outXD )