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Post by Samichi on Dec 7, 2011 16:26:26 GMT -5
Yuuji: I see Damon walk over towards me. "Oh, really? I guess I won't have to check the list now..." "Hmm...I mean no offense, but I'm not sure if it's a good thing or bad thing that we're roomed together...I'm sure you understand what I mean." I smile, hoping that didn't come out the wrong way. "I guess we will have to be extra careful now." Despite our problem, I am glad that we are together. It would be a pain to go through the process of meeting someone else, especially if we didn't get along very well. I glance at the now half-empty meeting room. I take notice of a certain goggle-wearing red head on the floor, but you know... "So, shall we get going? It would probably be best to remember somewhat of the layout of this place. I would hate for either of us to get lost on the way to a class....classes, right. That is another matter."
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 7, 2011 17:38:10 GMT -5
DAMON
" I totally understand, I'm weary of the situation as well. I'm just relieved I'm rooming with someone I know, even if it's only been briefly." I agree we should go find our room. I am extremely worried about the outcomes of our...powers ruining our new friendship.
"Yes, let's go find our room now!" I say excitedly I as walk towards the dorm hall.
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Post by Naga on Dec 7, 2011 21:40:41 GMT -5
I am about to bite my finger off when Typha hisses at me.
I'm sort of surprised... Until I remember how much of an idiotic question I asked. I nod slowly at what she said.
"I'm sorry... I just blurted it out."
I twirl a strand of hair from my bangs with my index finger, annoyed with myself. I blank out a bit when Typha asks, "...What room are we in?"
"O-oh! Umm... Room two, I beleive?", I say hesitantly. My mind is sort of in a mess after my stupidness.
I begin to lead the way to the rooms after she says that now would be better than later, nodding when I think appropriate at the rest of Ainsley's 'ramblings' along the way.
I don't know the proper interjections, or if all people talk as much as she does. I don't often have a chance to have conversations, as more often than not, the people I work with are dead or dieing. Sometimes a bit of both.
I notice her glance at the seemingly antique pocket watch laced around her neck. Even from what I know, I'm pretty sure that is unique. But then again, such a trivial oddity is akin to nothing at D'Alberts. I think I'll ask her about it later on.
I pass by room five - the one myself and this 'Raiden' will be staying in - before arriving at room four. This is due to the annoying reverse ordering system that the headmaster insisted on having. I know plenty about the school, but to fathom the complete workings of the headmaster's mind is nigh impossible.
"Well, here we are; Room four."
I stop and turn, gesturing to the door across from me. A faint smile appears on my face. Despite my several previous years, this is honestly my first pleasant interaction with somebody I didn't plan on dissecting.
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 8, 2011 20:43:19 GMT -5
RHYS
I walk carefully to my room, avoiding any contact with people. I may be covered, but I'm paranoid. It comes with the territory when you have a power like me. I reach my room. I go for the door only to be blocked by two students, one male, one female.
"Excuse me. I need to get in. ...Wait, you wouldn't happen to be Ainsley would you? I'm Rhys. I'd offer you my hand..but that isn't such a good idea. I hope you don't mind the bit of melt snow I'm leaving...some idiot decided to make it snow outside. Not pleasant. "
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Post by Naga on Dec 8, 2011 22:44:20 GMT -5
"Well, here we are; Room four."
"Excuse me. I need to get in."
I turn from Ainsley to see a male, slightly shorter then me, that has an emo-like appearance. I rack my memory, trying to think of his name.
As I recall thinking about before, I arrived a day early. Headmaster D'Albert, in his haste per usual, asked for my help. This didn't surprise me too much, as the previous year as well as the one before that, I had been asked to help as well. It was mostly menial tasks, but I would have been bored otherwise. One of the last things I was asked to do was to place a small sort of ring box on the nightstand of each person.
These were standardized - on the outside of the boxes, at least - and all weighed the exact same. They were covered in soft black velvet, each with a small hexagonal jewel on the top.
But the most curious thing to me was that I was asked to not open mine - or any other person's, for that matter - until Headmaster D'Albert asked for everyone to. I still wonder what was - no, is - in them.
However, that doesn't matter to me right now. I recall looking at a list of the student's names, but simply having the name of somebody doesn't help in identifying them all too muc-
Oh, his name is Rhys. And apparently, he didn't like my snow. I would put further thought into that, if it weren't for the fact that I should go to see my own room. I stick around for another moment, to make sure that Ainsley is alright; after all I was her escort.
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Post by Mira on Dec 9, 2011 14:25:56 GMT -5
“Yup, I’m Ainsley! Nice to meet you Rhys, Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of one another,” I said friendly. “I hope we’ll get along well together, since we’ll be living together and I’ve only lived with my sister who mysteriously can’t be found at the moment but the point was... Wait what was my point?” Gahh I realized I was rambling again, “Sorry not use to meeting new people and I just kinda say well everything in my head, I’ll try not to bother you too much, sorry…” Way to go on first impressions Ainsley, I mentally hit myself.
Turning back to Shayos I tried to responded with a smile but wasn’t sure it came out that way I was miffed with my horrible habit and felt a little sad, “Thanks so much for the help, Vale!” Waving good bye I then proceeded to walk into the room attempting my hand at conversation again, “So Rhys, do you want first pick on rooms?”
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 9, 2011 15:25:02 GMT -5
RHYS
As Ainsley speaks I begin to feel overwhelmed. Wow. She talks...a lot. Friendly girl though, so that's at least a positive. Does she talk like this all the time?
"Worry not, you aren't bothering me at all. You're quite amusing to listen to though! But please tell me, you don't talk like this in your sleep, do you? I think even with the sub rooms I may be able to hear you if you do." I give a small chuckle and smirk slightly. I follow Ainsley into the room, bringing my luggage with me. I close the door behind me.
"It doesn't matter to me really. So, just tossing this out there, you aren't awkward about the.. co-gender situation, are you? Because I do promise I'm not some creepy male roommate who's going to like...worship you while your sleeping. " I wonder how I feel about the rooming situation. I mean in all honesty I've felt more drawn to female friends than males. And it's not like I have any interest in Ainsley romantically, she is far from my type, i can already tell that much. Not to mention I know it's a bad idea for people to get close to me in general. My small smirk begins to transform into a frown as I set down my bags and think. I'm the worst thing that could happen to them....just ask my mom...oh wait.
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Post by Mira on Dec 9, 2011 22:41:54 GMT -5
“Talking in my sleep can’t say I do, I can say however I lose the motor mouth eventually; think it’s just the nerves ya know, first day and all, new people etc. Been kept quiet for a long time good to have a voice again.”
I walked around the place that would be my home for the next while, smiling at the fact it’d be home. I burst at the seams with laughter at the whole ‘worship you while your sleeping.’
“I don’t think it’ll be a problem at all actually I think we shall end up good friends. You’re very funny and interesting!” I responded smiling and truthfully.
Then suddenly he started to frown and I panicked a bit. Score one for me against my ramblings habit I opted to grabbing my sketch book and drawing a varying bouquet of flowers for him which like most conveniently appeared right in front. I would’ve asked if he was alright but that felt like a dumb question when he looked… not alright. “You wanna talk about it or see what’s next on our agenda for first day?” I asked giving the choice to talk about it if he wanted to or an option of distraction hopefully.
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 9, 2011 22:59:00 GMT -5
RHYS
I completely understand the first day nerves, I have them, well everyday, but I understand.
" Don't worry, I have first day nerves too. And not being able to talk until now? Why is that, if you don't mind my asking?"
Good friends? Me, funny? I know I'm interesting, whether in a good way or bad, but funny is a word never associated with me, until now I guess. I smile a little.
" I hope we become good friends too. I don't have any real friends...it would be a first for me."
I watch as she pulls out a sketch pad. I'm intrigued as she begins to draw. When she stops a bouquet of flowers appears instantly.
" Wow, they're beautiful! I take it that's your power?"
She actually seems to care, again this is completely new to me. I'm not used to people being so friendly, they usually avoid me like the plague.
" Well...if you don't mind, I don't usually get to talk about it to anyone. People don't usually like associating with me."
I sit down on the couch and drop my head into my hands.
" My life has really sucked, and it's all because of my power. When my skin comes into contact with the skin of someone else, I drain their energy, their powers, their memories. They can still retain memories and powers, but I like...copy them, and while I do I cause them immense pain. If it happens too long I can kill them. When my mother gave birth to me...I did that to her. I had just been born and I'd already killed the most important person in my life. My dad resented me for it. It's why he sent me here. So he wouldn't have to see me. I'm afraid of getting close to people, because everyone who does get close to me seems to get hurt. And I completely understand if you want to switch rooms now, and I'm sorry for ranting to you about all of this, but it's just really difficult..."
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 9, 2011 23:58:13 GMT -5
CLASSES
Okay this is an OOC post
Classes need to be decided. Myself and the other co creators of this Rp thought of 6 several choices for classes.
English, Art, Science, Gym, Music, Metal Shop/Technology, History
For each character post which three courses they will choose.
The characters will also be taking a general powers course.
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Post by Naga on Dec 10, 2011 0:07:08 GMT -5
Shayos: Art, Science, History(?)
Maria: Music, Art, English(?)
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Post by Bacon on Dec 10, 2011 1:04:00 GMT -5
Room Two, huh? That’ll be all the way at the… no, that’s all the way at the back, isn’t it? Because that makes sense. I notice Mar zoning out on me again. Or am I zoning out on her?
“Hey,” I say, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” As I look in her eyes, a question enters my mind: who is this girl? The question catches me off guard, the question scares me. She’s my friend Maria, of course. But do I really know her? Does she really know me? There are things I’ll never reveal to another living person, but unless I reveal them, do we ever really know each other? Will we be good roommates if I never reveal my secrets to her?
It’s a doubt, I realize, which scares me even more. I don’t have doubts, not since that day. Why would I have any doubts now? It’s hard to have doubts when every day is the same. The same day. Are the days changing? Is that why I’m having doubts? I did come to school early today, that’s a big enough change to throw me off-guard, right? Or am I just losing it?
Typha's Classes: English, History, Science.
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Post by Cyborg on Dec 10, 2011 8:01:23 GMT -5
English, Art, Science, Gym, Music, Metal Shop/Technology, History
Dominique: English, Art, Music
Rhys: History, Art, Music
Damon: History, Art, English
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Post by Samichi on Dec 10, 2011 21:17:55 GMT -5
Raiden: I finally get myself off the ground. Finding that there's barely anyone in the meeting room now, I decide to head down to my room. I pick up my bags and go down a long hallway, expecting the rooms to go in order... It takes me a second to realise that I'm actually already at the door to my room. Huh, ok. Room 5. I open the dark-coated wooden door with a fancy border all around the outside....I was always fascinated with wooden objects, since there was no way I could manipulate them like I could to those of metal. I then realised that there was someone else standing near, a little further down the hall. I took notice of his black hair with lighter tips. I was in a friendly mood... "Oh, hey! So, are we like neighbours or something? I mean, is that your room?" I pointed to what must be Room 4.
Yuuji: I nod my head and follow Damon toward the dorm hallway. I decide now would be as good a time as ever to make conversation. I move up and walk beside him, thinking of what topic to bring up first. "So, when did you find out about your powers?" This should be a general subject right?
Luna: I watched the croud leave, waiting so I wouldn't be a nuisance with my large bags. "Ah, finally." I manage to carry all my belongings...oh ya, where's Amelia? My ears droop as I realise that I may have lost my first friend. I sigh, and start my trek toward the dorms. Maybe I shouldn't have let her carry some of my stuff. Wait, we're rooming together aren't we? What if she hates me? I try to put those thoughts behind me, and suddenly arrive at my room. Well that was fast! I peer down the long hall, glad that I didn't end up near the end...which was weird since I thought I would be, or at least in the middle, what with me being in Room 6 and all. Hey, I don't mind in the slightest. I put down some bags and manage to get the door, very elegant looking I might add, open. I take a deep breath and head inside, slightly hoping to find my roommate.
Raiden: Metal Shop/Technology, Science, Art Yuuji: History, Science, English Luna: English, History, Music
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Post by Mira on Dec 10, 2011 22:14:44 GMT -5
As I listened to Rhys story I felt like bawling my eyes out the poor kid. I felt like reaching over and giving him a huge hug but I wasn’t too sure about boundaries with him and considering the story he just told me not sure he’d appreciate it quiet yet.
Calmly I recited, “As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed, Vincent Van Gogh. It’s not what you did while having no control once so ever it’s what you do with the life that’s been presented to you. I’m sure you’d never hurt anyone intentionally you seem like an awesome person, I’m sure your mom loved you very much and is happy she could bring you into this world.” I really didn’t know what else to say to that or if I had said something wrong or what. "Or thats just my opinion I didn't mean to insult or anything, trying to help," Oh gosh I really hoped he knew my intentions were to cheer him up and help.
“You won’t get rid of me that easily, “I smiled at him. “Plus rant away that’s what friends are for, and yes we shall be friends, very good friends actually. If anything happens we shall work it out! Sound good? As for my story let’s just say my household was more strict in the sense of you listen, you comply, you don’t say anything. Guess you can compare it to a brainless doll or something. This is actually the first time I’ve been out of my household but onto new beginnings!”
“But I’m gonna go change now into more comfy clothing so one sec!” I told him as I walked into the bathroom direction, before walking in I turned around and said,” Also if someone’s bugging ya, I got your back bud!” I quickly changed out of my dress into black skinny jeans which tucked into tall knee high brown leather books, and a loose beige “piratey as I was told” blouse that stopped at my elbow. I then tied my hair up in a high pony tail clipping my bangs back.
“So you okay, or do you want to talk some more?” I asked Rhys as I walked out and plopped on the couch beside him.
(Ainsley: Art, Metal Shop/Technology, history)
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