[h1][i][color=ed1c24]Jack Ashbourne[/color][/i][/h1]
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Jack nodded his goodbye to her, [color=ed1c24]"I'll see you at the banquet."[/color] He left soon after her and headed straight towards his room. As he was about to enter, someone was just leaving his room. Probably his roommate. He had spiked up hair and a terribly colored suit. Jack shook his head half not believing someone would choose to where that over the school tux. Pushing open the door he strode over to his suitcase and quickly lay out his own suit. Yeah that would look good. Match well with his- was that a burn? Yes it was, there was a bloody hole in his jacket. Jesus Christ, did he have a single piece of clothing that didnt have burn marks?

Shaking his head Jack grabbed the jacket and tossed it to the side. After changing into his [url=http://arrow-flash.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/G.jpg]suit[/url] he looked himself up and down in the mirror. It would have to do without the jacket. He certainly wasn't going to wear the school's uniform. They would probably make him pay a fine if he burned through it. Besides if he got cold, he could always heat himself up with a little fire. Whether it was from creating some fire to keep his hands warm, or just heating up his core temperature, he just had to make sure he kept it in check. There was a lot more people here then last time.

Arriving at the banquet Jack stood in the entrance for a moment, scanning his environment. A couple tables, some people, and- something smelled delicious. Breathing in deeply through his nose, his belly began to growl. He put a hand to his stomach to stop the rumbling and moved his way towards the table. The sooner he sat down, the sooner food would be brought out. He hoped. Finding a card with his name he pulled out his chair and noticed the person sitting next to him. He was white. He was all white. Like a snowcone. Or a ghost. Was he a ghost?! That would be awesome if he was a ghost. Do ghost eat? Maybe it just falls through him. If he could even pick it his food. Actually being a ghost would suck. 




[color=00aeef][h1][i]Astrid Renn[/i][/h1][/color]
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Astrid gave a spin in the mirror. Her [url=http://rusolclothing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/light-blue-strapless-prom-dresses-2014cheap-night-moves-6632-for-women-night-moves-designer-dress-hot-sale-b7oten2c.jpg]dress[/url] twirled around her legs. She smiled glad that the dress looked good on her and as she tried to step back, it caught under her shoes. Momentum worked its magic against her and she collapsed in a pile of silk. Letting out a huff she muttered, [color=00aeef]"It's too long. Great."[/color] Shrugging to herself she struggled to her knees using the desk to get up. Looking back over herself in the mirror she said, [color=00aeef]"Or I'm too short..."[/color] The dress was extremely nice, she had no idea how she'd gotten it. She had been glaring over the school dress when there was a knock at her dorm room. Instead of finding someone she had found this amazing dress. If she was going to have a stalker couldn't they at least get her size right?

Exiting the dorms with her dress dragging behind her, she quickly made her way to the banquet. All the while she was conscious of people coming up behind her and accidentally stepping on the dress. One lankly kid had gotten extremely close, but she had whipped around and glared at him until he moved around her, somewhat more hurriedly. Arriving at the banquet, she quickly moved into her seat. Glancing down the table she saw the man she had met earlier. The one who had been staring at the door. Now he was staring at the extremely white kid next to him. Giggling slightly she looked away before he caught her staring at him staring.