[h3][center][color=chocolate]Paolo[/color] and [color=PaleTurquoise]Adam[/color][/center][/h3]
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Paolo was ready for his first class cruise back to the academy for his third year, he even packed enough food for himself and anyone he needed influence over. Or just Adam, should the prospects not be good enough like last year, but ohhh prospects were good. A blonde student, looked to be Italian too. She dressed dirtier than Paolo's thoughts and had an attitude to match it, besides her was a freakin' mummy and a Frenchy, nothing worth noticing. The boat let out at the shore, and the first years rushed out, with the experienced students calmly exiting.

Having gotten off the boat with the others, Adam hung out toward the back of the group that had gathered in the center of the school. He sat on his luggage with his legs spread eagle style with a bored look on his face as he pulled a cigarette out of his back pocket. He flicked his lighter out and took a long drag as the fire created visible embers on the end of the tobacco infused paper. He looked around, a very matte look on his face. This wasn't his first year, so that made this whole activity null and void, at least for the third years. Only an idiot would want to show off at this time. Speaking of, he craned his neck to look over the crowd of people. Where was his friend since the first year? Usually he'd be around by now...

[color=chocolate]"ADAM! It's been far too long, brother. A whole summer no? Not even a letter. Tsk tsk, that'll end up costing you an arm and a life! Is that how that goes? Who gives a shit, I got you some food."[/color] Paolo gestured wildly with his hands upon seeing the silent giant himself. He saw a boy eye at him, another third year, Kriss. He eyed the kid and winked while blowing a kiss to the boy. His vision was obscured by a sudden fire, and a mummy trying to hold back laughter. [color=chocolate]"Kids these days Adam, no respect for the art of the unseen..."[/color] He chuckled, tossing a tin foil wrap on Adam's lap.

[color=paleturquoise]"..."[/color] Adam watched his magician styled friend flail about, at his usual level of enthusiasm no doubt. Even a several hour long ferry ride couldn't dampen his best friend's spirits. With half lidded eyes, he tucked a cigarette into his friend's lapel and took his own from his lips so he could unwrap the tin foil package in his rather large hands. His amber eyes sparkled and he held up the contents closer to his face--Paolo's grandmother's Tiramisu. A big smile spread across the thin giant's face and he stood up to embrace his friend, the sparkles practically visible around him. Though he wasn't spectacularly strong, based on his height alone he was able to lift up Paolo. A breathy sound escaped from his lips as what could only be discerned as the quietest laugh ever. 

Paolo could barely breathe as the giant plucked him from the earth upon realizing his gift. This emotion was very rare and very appreciated, it gave Paolo a sick joy to see the man emote in any way. It was a sign he had a way of controlling one aspect of Adam's life, be it making him happy as opposed to the usual near total control he had over his other 'friends'. Adam in a weird way, had from the start been the only other person he considered to have value. During all the tests, Paolo would find his score surpassed by him, he'd get girls with no effort, and he didn't waste time with any murder. It was intriguing, and even to this day he surprised the young showman. [color=Chocolate]"Ay, didja see blondie firing through the crowd, she's not gonna last long without some [i]outside help[/i] if you know what I mean. Puttana needs a lesson in being humble."[/color] He took a bite of his own cake that appeared almost out of thin air. This girl was too similar to Paolo, needed to be shown that only ONE cocky italian bastard could succeed here.

Slowly, Adam's eyes opened and he gently sat down his Italian friend. He folded his arms as he looked down at Paolo, raising an eyebrow slowly with a neutral expression. It appeared to him that Paolo was perhaps concerned about the curtain being closed on his act. Hm. Straightening up, Adam's large hand reached out and pat his friend on the head before returning it to its place with his folded arms. That was all that could be said in response to the matter. He did have to admit, he was right though. The newcomers always try so hard to stand out year after year, they seem to forget the classic. Though, as he let his eyes slide over to Paolo, he realized his own generation had basically been the same, if not a little less showy. In any case, all this did make him recall his own first year. 
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The headmaster had just called everyone up in order to showcase their talents on the dummies they had prepared. One by one, the first years, himself included in the lineup, went up to show off just how strange, large and showy their abilities were. Each one more impressive than the next. Then, just as the hairs on the back of Adam's neck had raised in anxiety, he was called up.

With heavy feet, the freakishly tall German boy made his way before everyone, looking at the dummy in place before him. He really had to do this? With a bit of sweat on his forehead, he simply side stepped the dummy, pushed an empty syringe into the folds of cotton and cloth (thinking it would be such a stupid waste on an inanimate object,) and stepped away. He could practically hear the crickets chirping and he could feel his cheeks growing hot. Sure he could show off the skills with his scalpel, but why waste a sharp blade meant for cutting skin on something that would horribly dull it? He didn't know what to do, so he stayed up there for a moment longer that felt like an eternity before drudging off with his face, while still deadpan, being beat red. The staff nearby clearly already discussing if he was right for this academy. 

And that's when Paolo came in. The young Italian boy, fresh off the boat in every way was ready for action. He lit up some flash paper and began a mock show for the dummies and judges, waltzing around the huge german boy and between the other students. The eyes of the judges were on him as planned and he raised a card in the air. He showed it front and back and tossed it harmlessly at a dummy, the corner denting the fragile cardboard as it hit. When the judges gaze returned, the three dummies nearest him had slits in their throats and were considered, well more dead than before. The last dummy, who had been hit with a card happened to be getting poked with a syringe at that time. That syringe being held by a steady but beat red giant. His style was so simple, his actions so clean and precise, it was horribly boring.

Adam looked up at the flashy gentleman who had barged in on his act, his eyes a little wide and his blush fading slowly. Already, the audience had seemed captivated with magicians style, but Adam had clearly captured the female audience, whom half either mocked him or giggled at how cute his shyness was. He looked at the magician giving his bow to the audience, frowning.... and then a small idea clicked in his head. Removing his empty syringe from where it had been poked into the training dummy, and one eye on the ever mindful staff who were clearly unimpressed with his performance, He fiddled with some things in his pockets before producing a purple larkspur flower. He pushed one hand into his pocket, and held the other one out, as though to give the Italian boy the flower in admittance of his defeat. He eyeballed this man, his hands quite steady.

Paolo looked at the flower, then at the man's face, then at the flower once more. 'The show must go on.' he thought to himself as he walked up and grabbed the flower. As soon as their hands connected (much to the 'What are they, gay?" whispers in the crowd,) Adam moved with extreme precision. The hand holding the larkspur dropped the flower and took hold of the magician's wrist. He flung the Italian boy to the other side of his body, where his other hand was waiting to clothes line him, a syringe full of Novocain at the ready. As soon as the Italian's shoulder was clothes lined into the syringe, Adam pushed all of the medication within the body, rendering him limp, but still very, very conscious. Dropping the syringe to the ground, Adam wrapped one long arm under the magicians shoulders and held him up against his own body, his left, free hand brandishing his scalpel, which glimmered in the sunlight. This earned a few gasps from the crowd, and from the corner of his eye he could see some of the staff unsure of what to do.  Slowly, he brought the sharp end of the scalpel to the front of the magicians body.

One stroke. Two. A third. Then, when he pulled his hand back, parts of the magician's shirt dropped, forming a smiley face. Several bits and bobs fell onto the ground where hidden pockets lay, a bit of flash paper, some flowers, even an assortment of rags of different material and color. A mumble came from the Italian boy, but movement was simply not happening.
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[color=chocolate]"Hey, HEY! Adam come back to me I'm losing you, did you hear that bitch? She said that the bombshell was a slut! How could she, only I can call her those things, and now. Ohh hoho  now she... ADAM, listen man stuff is happening, stop zoning out into that tiramisu."[/color] Paolo said, snapping several times, the German man blinking as he came back to reality in response. A newcomer complaining about lack of stealth proceeded to kill 15 dummies with no regard to being seen. [color=chocolate]"A shame, real amateur work. And of COURSE you're supposed to flirt with the dummies, it's how you get style points. These first years are wild this year.'[/color] While talking of flirting with the dummies, he traced a curvy figure in the air, including a fake ass grab and hair stroke, as well as making faces at the imaginary female dummy in front of him. [color=chocolate] "We need to show them how it's done when it's our turn."[/color]

Adam kept his arms folded, taking a drag onto the cigarette still burning in his hand between a bite of tiramisu. He looked over and watched as another third year drudged bullets into the dummy, trying to make a point. He admired the guy's attempt to show people 'how it's done,' but something told Adam that that wasn't 'how it's done.' Looking back at Paolo, the German waved his arms in a motion to indicate 'no.' If anything, his little flashback, and the current events, proved that they probably shouldn't. Then again the word 'Shouldn't' and Paolo don't go together.

[color=paleturquoise]". . ."[/color]