[color=9e0b0f][i]Person, person, A female person. Kill it, make her fall, murder it all. Take them from her, make it all end. See the despair.
 She'll betray you! Make her feel it before she does...[/i][/color]

A simple “hi” from the teen female triggered his other eyes one could say as she moved to sit beside him. He wasn't really weak and wasn't about to just walk off because of it. He was use to the voices, their calls. Constantly scratching the back of his mind. Asking him to murder and kill almost anything and everyone around him. Though maybe in a way it would feed his need to do so even in his own natural state. Well, as natural as you could be by generating an interior wall in your mind in order to deal with this annoyance.
“Oh?” He responded to her statement, seeing the lab coated man leave from view seeming to have been glad of his conquest or victory. “Sometimes it's better to play the game.” He said finishing his statement. He kept his voice stable, and calm as he always had. She was an interesting person to say the least though. Most people would have probably just picked someone else. The only people who had approached him were merely annoying bugs who were just hoping he had a lot of money, or was some sort of drug addict like them or something on those lines. He merely sighed lightly. “Well since we are here. How are you?” He stated to continue the conversation, “My name is Carn. And you are?” He finished it.

[i][color=9e0b0f]Yes keep going, manipulate, learn all and then use it against her. Kill her mentally, make her despair.[/color][/i] The thoughts wouldn't end, nor would it be a problem. He was, as he thought to himself use to it. They were in a way less descriptive then normal. Though that was probably because of the walls he built. Though, even with the walls there was only so long before the demonic beings seeped out a rather dark aura around him. He knew it enough. So many people could approach him, but little would stay with him once they saw his true colors even one time, or partially. He didn't need to voices to tell him that one...not, it was a fact and would remain so for the rest of his life. The other fact of not caring enough to seek help for it was there too, but he believed more in himself then some chemical a doctor would give him to screw up his head more. Plus he liked his liver...it was a nice thing to have. Gah, it started again. Such a mixed up mind. His face didn't change, merely a neutral to a natural smile occasionally as people walked by and waved at them. He noticed the emo boy leaving the other girl in a hurry. How particular, he thought to himself.

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The professor watched with a light smile as the girl he was talking to walked off to talk to the boy. He turned on his heal making his lab coat float about as he did so and thought too himself how well he had done. He knew  that the time would be coming soon for them all to come into the school's auditorium for the entrance ceremony. And he was getting pumped up for it. Stepping forward as he opened the oak doors and walked inside the room. Closing the doors behind him.

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The emo teen seemed to be pleased with her response though he was interrupted by what seemed to be a text. “I'm sorry I have to go check up on someone. It was really nice meeting you. My name is Jerry.” He stated as he looked to the text once more in worry as he ran off towards the parking lot of the school.