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Fantasy Heart Attack Academy

SORRY, I WAS GONNA POST ONCE, BUT I REFRESHED THE PAGE ON ACCIDENT AND MY REPLY WAS GONE AND I WORKED SO HARD


(And so I was very butthurt and ended up not responding at all)
 
"My story? I'll never tell it." Rael said quietly. "And I come from Sweden." He folded his hands on his lap before replying again. "What about you?"


Rael hadn't had a conversation in years. He drifted around the school like a ghost, barely making contact and staying silent. Usually he could be found in the library curled in a chair reading. Books were the only thing that kept him sane these days, and probably why he was still living. Well..not living. Living was more of enjoying life. Rael was just doing the necessary things to stay alive. He glanced back up at the boy for a second. Something was a little off about him.


@The Unamed Character
 
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Vladimor sighs as he enters the dormitory halls, glancing at a small slip of paper in his hand. "Sharing a room with someone else, I'm not sure when this all got so unpleasant," He tells himself as he looks at each room number, looking for the one that matches his own. "Perhaps I should look at the bright side." The prince thought was a hum, rubbing his thumb across the ring piercings on his lips as he blew warm breath to warm the cold metal. "I at least have company...I suppose..." There is was. He opens the door with the key that was given to him, a little less than surprised when he sees his roommate already there. Vladimor shuts the door behind him, setting down his things to greet the person he'd be sharing a room with for quite some time. He bows deeply, respectfully and because most people here of are equal status, giving a warm smile. His long, messy hair falls over his shoulders and hides his face as he speaks. "Pleased to meet you, Lord Stream. As you may know, I am Prince Vladimor of the Shadow Kingdom." He stands, a disgustingly charming smile on his face as he observes the man in front of him. "The pleasure is all mine."

Levi doesn't care much for talking to people. He didn't get in people's business, he is not where he is unwanted. He wishes not to be a burden. The duke holds a sword in one hand, pointing it at a tree on the outskirts of the school, looking at it as though at if it were a real opponent. He does not look upon it with any malice or hatred. Levi is soft and kind. Though someone may be the enemy, he will treat them kindly, but not gently, completely void of mercy. He strikes once, twice, thrice. Perfect slashes, deeply cut into the tree. Each cut layered upon itself, almost as if it were just a lone hit, just as fast to justify. This is his art. Defense.​
 
Allen watches as Vladimor gives his charming display, being caught a little off guard. He may be royalty, but something about the formality that he usually faced, especially in a school environment was unsettling.


"Oh, uh… It's…" He clears his throat, looking at the floor as he damns the need for fancy speech when in a position such as his.


He looks back up, giving a half-smile, actually looking like he's attempting to achieve a level of approachability and social ease that is unfortunately out of his reach, instead a smile fused with unsureness.


"It's uh, lovely to meet you as well."


He closes his book, inching himself closer to the center of his bed from his position at the edge of his mattress.


@King Anthony
 
"So," The prince begins, going to begin unpacking his stuff. He folds his clothes neatly, most of it casual wear. Commoner clothing, really. Some other things of a fancier type, but barely. "We'll both be away from home for some time. How do you feel about this situation? Personally, I'm somewhat happy. Being away from my family. I needed a new setting...nearly grateful am I, for being sent away here as punishment." He takes out a picture frame, gazing at it with a lost look in his eye. Of course, there were downsides to leaving. Vladimor places it down on the nightstand that was on his side of the room. He hung up posters on his side, pinning pictures and art all along on his side of the wall. It was suited for a teenage boy. Typical, not royal. Vladimor looks up proudly at everything, his hands on his hips as he finishes up with the wall. In his bag were extra pillows, and a thick blanket that he places over the much plainer bed. All had his family's symbol on it. "Better." Vladimor says to himself as he kicks off his boots, hopping on to his bed and enjoying the bounce of him against springs.

 
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Xander's snored and slumber was interrupted by a big germ from his dream, making him jump. He looked around, his hair a mess. Xander sighed, looking around as he got up. His dorm was still empty. He shrugged. " Hum, room mate isn't here yet.." He said out loud, getting up and going to his bag which was still unopened. Sure, it was a duffle bag, but he kept everything neat. He looked for his comb, finding it and pulling it out. Combing his hair back to neatness .
 
Allen watches as Vladimor puts up his posters, wondering if the art pieces were some of his own. Allen was never one for hanging things up on his wall, but he found himself thankful that he'd have such decorations to look at.


Wheh he seems to be done, he decides to get around to a question he'd developed in his mind for a few minutes now.


"Punishment? What did you do, may I ask?" He tilted his head. Strange, he was feeling a little more comfortable with conversation today.


He stroked the cover of his book with his thumb, feeling the golden letters with the tip of his finger, tracing over them over and ver and over again.


@King Anthony
 
Sorry forgot about this xc got caught up in stuffs)


@Dibbydoo


Orious quietly and quickly making his way towards his dorm,going inside and sighed shutting the door behind. He preferred nights than day. He set down his stuff on the bed and looked up at xander with a blank look before going to unpack his things,Mumuring something in French. He was tall and pale with dark hair,violet eyes and had a gothic elegant appearance and was dressed in dark gothic/punk styled clothing while his scent was always heavily of vanilla and fresh roses. Orious put away his things in places of convenience before simply placing a vase with a single black rose on the night stand before placing his violen case against the wall. He exhaled then Sat down on his bed. "Orious.."
 
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He looked over as he heard the door open, the bags still heavy metal on his face, but they were being lifted ever so slightly. He had slightly similar features. Jet black hair, and pale skin. Xander was just above average height , and was a medium build. He looked back to the mirror to fully fix his hair, glancing at hsi dorm member as he sat and spoke. " Hi.." He said,slightly on the unsure side, raising an eye brow. " Xander." He said, now having reassured his voice, he walked ov r and held a hand out, giving the boy a chizzled smile.


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Vladimor rests his head on his arms, sighing as he closes his eyes. "I guess my actions were much too questionable after so much hard discipline had been incorporated. Father gave up." He sits up quickly, a face matching that of a child's who tries to convince their parents of something they didn't do. "But it's nothing too bad! It's...I just wanted more attention..." He pushes a strand back, his brow furrowed as his gaze shifts to the side. "When I graffitied the castle walls, Father found that as my last mistake that I'd make over there..." Vladimor frowns, slouching over as he sits cross crossed. Soon he shakes his head perking up once more. "So here I am! It's a little strange to me, sharing a room with someone else. Well officially, anyways. Going to school with more than just myself is also foreign."

 
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orious shook his hand with a smirk and looking at the other male with his beautiful unusual violet eyes."Bonjour, heureux de vous rencontrer...or nice to meet you as we say." he said translating and trying to make his greeting a little interesting using his native French and chuckled before his face was nearly blank again,a slight smile still playing on his pale lips.
 
Allen kicked off his shoes, throwing his feet which are inside some very cozy, comfortable white socks onto the bed.


"First time at a school, no?"


He opened his book once again, looking back at where he left on.


"You'll get used to it. It's not so bad once you do."


He flips the page. "The last person that i roomed with said that I was so quiet, it was almost like I wasn't there with them half the time." He leans back on the bed frame, reflecting on his last roommate. He was a fairly quiet one. Ocassionally he'd try to make small talk with Allen, yet most of the time he wouldn't talk back beyond a "Hm" or an "Ok". Yet… Something drove him to keep up a conversation with this year's roommate.


"So it… may or may not be very different from how it used to be at your home."


He looks over at Vlad.


"You will clean up after yourself though, right?"


@King Anthony
 
Wyatt said:
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."
I had asked you a question and everyone else is interacting with their roomates
 
Paden glanced at Lance before he left. He wanted to say "Thanks." to the student, for showing any sign of concern, but Paden knew even if the boy had stayed he wouldn't have done that. He turned to look at the weird native American boy, or whatever-the-fuck-he-was. Paden honestly didn't care. "So, you need an escort? I'd be okay with doing something of the like... Let's talk outside." Paden grabbed the boy's hand and led him out of the nurse's office. He didn't want to alarm the male teacher who played nurse there. The forest's path was forbidden to go on alone, let alone at night! The reason why was as obvious as why Paden was called Wraith: Because people believed in such nonsense. "When are we going? We should go within the next hour, if you want to avoid being caught and sent out of here."

 
Tyler began to think of a list of things that he needed for the night, he needed traditional clothing which he had stored some where in his room. He also needed face paint, it would be better to have a mask but it was to late to make one. Then he would need tradition herbs to burn, which he had gathered days before at the school store. "Hum... I don't suppose you would want to wear traditional clothing would you, how involved are you going to be? We should go to my dorm room real quick so that I can gather what I need for the night, but I agree with you, we should leave soon." He gave the boy a small smile, he couldn't be evil if he was willing to help Tyler. "I don't suppose we should build a bond fire." He said jokingly, because if they did someone would see it and it would end badly for them one way or another. Instead Tyler would keep the fire small and do everything else as properly as he could.
 

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