[h2][color=ed1c24]\m/ Evelyn[/color] - Brethren Before Wenches[/h2] Ugh...English... If there was ever a class to despise having so damn early in the morning it was this, having to haul ass over to the main building with barely enough time to grab a bite to eat (especially when a particular bitch made her lose her appetite....and spill her coffee), then being forced against her will with the proverbial shotgun to the head....to sit and listen to some nimrod drone on and on and on about the proper usage of a semicolon, as if Evelyn gave a damn. [color=ed1c24][i]I can speak perfect fucking english! Why do I even need this class? Oh right...the credit dammit.[/i][/color] She groaned on the inside, already trudging in a few minutes late because she had to change her shirt before it reeked of spoiled milk and old mocha, this time wearing her Dark Souls t-shirt with [url=http://ih1.redbubble.net/image.26591885.5077/fc,550x550,black.u1.jpg]Solaire[/url] on the front. She also had her sketchbook, her English textbook and a small paperback of the Dunwich Horror clutched under her arm, slamming all three on the desk as she sat down beside some chick in a hoodie and a guy(Bride) who pretty much had Admiral Ackbar screaming in Ev's ear his famously over-used quote. Serioulsy....why was that dude in a dress? Oddly though no metal was playing through her Skullcandy buds, but instead the soundtrack to one of her favorite RPGs....which would be obvious to those who knew the epic chorus, [i]"Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin Naal ok zin los vahriin Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal Ahrk fin norok paal graan Fod nust hon zindro zaan Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal"[/i] Dammit, she just had to be late again. Oh well, at least the lecture didn't start yet. Pulling out her earbuds and turning off her MP3, she sighed bitterly to herself, muttering to no one in particular but the girl beside her(Rin) may have heard her when she griped, [color=ed1c24]"I'll be glad when we get this shit over with."[/color] The day was gonna suck anyways, especially now that Ev had afterschool detention...again. At least Miss Marcel was cool with her on some things. Oh well, at least being in the same class as Lisa was a plus. Ev seen her sitting a few chairs down, giving a wave and a small grin before classes began. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [h2][color=ed145b]~Rebecca <3~[/color] - Special Punishment <3[/h2] Leave it to Sarina Marcel to chide her on her first day returning to Orean, but a punishment, locking poor, sweet, innocent Rebecca away with a beautiful school maid was a penance for her alleged crimes of a lascivious nature? Please, it felt as though the embittered seraph, about as crotchety as Matty drunk or sober, was outright rewarding her instead of reprimanding her. Fortunately she made it to her Literature Club in due time, yet today's meeting was more of an introduction to the new students and a decision on what book they would be reading and discussing, a draw between [i]Wuthering Heights[/i] and [i]Pride and Prejudice[/i], Rebecca seeming to favor both as she enjoyed classic literature. Yea the decision fell upon [i]Heights[/i], a good start to the new year, so after her alleged [i]punishment[/i] was done, she would stroll over to her dorm and search for her copy, given her lovable dorm mate Rain hadn't eaten it already, such a quaint appetite he had. But here she was, standing in front of the door that would lead to her fate, a pinewood entry adorned by a gilded knob, which her slender fingers grasped and she pulled back stepping into the room, a hand placed upon her curvy hip as she smiled warmly to the woman awaiting her, [color=a187be]Samantha[/color] [color=ec008c]Marcel[/color], sister to Sarina and maid to the school, and my what a lovely dress she wore today, to accompany such an equally lovely face. [color=ed145b]~"Ah bonjour Mademoiselle Samantha. <3"~[/color] Sweetly Rebecca purred with a soft giggle, yet with that common hint of intention upon her silky dialect. [color=ed145b]~"Your dear sister has arranged some sort of punishment for me to endure for my supposed ill behavior, though I do hope I'm not disturbing you on this wonderful day. Honestly, I believe the woman has me wrongfully accused, don't you? I mean, what could I have done to gain Miss Marcel's ire?"~[/color] Nevertheless it was seen as punishment necessary by the cynical woman, so here was Rebecca having to spend the remainder of her hours...[s]in heaven[/s] imprisoned. [color=ed145b]~"So, where do I sit? Or is it preferred that I stand for the rest of the day? Either's fine with me, dear."~ <3[/color] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [h2]Matthias - The Douchebag Aesthetic[/h2] Oh sure sure, he could have been the nice guy, the understanding father figure of a teacher and let Hana and Kein have their little [s]yaoi[/s] moment together, but that just wasn't Matthias. No, so instead of letting Kein pull the punk-ass hoodlum away from him, Matthias yanked harder on Hana's ear and pulled him away, hot, searing drops of venom still dripping off his parched, dry lips with discord, [b]"You can speak to him tomorrow. Right now, you're ass is mine....not in the way you think you perverted pinhead, so move it!"[/b] He shoved the idiot through the door and hurried him down the stairs, parading him through the halls as though he were a brutal prison guard escorting his inmate to the death chamber, might as well. [b]"And here we are, you miserable prick."[/b] He snarled just as they reached the door to the art studio. [b]"I gotta say, your abstract work was rather amusing, very Picasso and Warhol inspired. You even added a bit of surrealism what with my desk being smashed and scratched up with pastels, but an artist's work is never done, and neither is yours, dumbass! Now get in there and clean-"[/b] But what the hell was this? His...room.. It was...spotless. The lethal lunacy that once existed from Hana's malice inflicted upon his abode....twas as though it never existed in the first place. Was he going mad? Loony? No...no...he was sure just a minute ago this room was practically in horrific shambles, but now.....it was good as new. [b]"But but but but....you're joking..."[/b] Gray muttered. His eyes skimmed about the room, and soon they fell harshly upon....[color=f26522]some girl[/color] standing in the middle of it all. [b]"You there, classes aren't till later this afternoon! Now report to your morning class immediately or I'll have you reported for tardiness!"[/b] But maybe she expected some reward for cleaning up the classroom, a real do-gooder eh? [b]"Oh but I suppose I should give you a gold star or something for tidying up this most atrocious mess. Fine, thank you, now get lost! And you twit!"[/b] Back on Hana again like the rabid pit-bull he was, even foaming at the mouth with rage, [b]"You should thank this...whoever...for cleaning your little fuck-ups, but you're still in boiling oil. Now go to the Headmistress' office and wait there while I call your parents! Move!"[/b]