[center][h2][color=steelblue][b]Virgil[/b][/color][/h2]
[h3][color=steelblue]Virgil's Room, 0545[/color][/h3]

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A loud snoring emanated from the room of Godslayer #8, otherwise known to everyone as Virgil. As per usual, Virgil was lazing about in his room, sprawled haphazardly across his bed, snoring up a storm, to the point that one might assume the light fixtures were vibrating. Such was the prerogative of what was quite possibly the laziest Godslayer in the complex. The minutes ticked by, one by one, on the strangely pristine alarm clock next to the sleeping teenager. [i]0546. 0547. 0548.[/i] If he didn't get up soon, he'd be late. And, as much as the faculty permitted his lackadaisical attitude in other areas, tardiness on the day of their first meeting surely wouldn't be tolerated. He might even get reprimanded- perhaps they'd even steal his stash of candy bars. Unthinkable, that. Regardless, the seconds ticked on toward Virgil's demise-by-shiftlessness. [i]0549. 0550--[/i]

In the exact second the clock hit that time, Virgil rose smoothly into a sitting position, with such abruptness that one may wonder whether or not he was ever asleep to begin with. He yawned, a large, loud, jaw-breaking sort of yawn, and smiled afterward, eyes flashing with blue light for a split-second. With practiced ease, he rose from the bed, standing up and stretching briefly, before walking over to his closet. He ran a hand through his messy white hair, giving the most token of efforts to tidy his unruly mane. He pulled on a red athletic shirt over his bare chest (and thereby undoing his "efforts" with his hairdo), then pulled his favorite black trenchcoat over the rest of his ensemble. He kicked some shoes onto his feet, checked to make sure the jeans he'd fallen asleep in were at least passable (no stains, at least), and, with a final casual glance at the mirror hanging close to his bed, smiled as he practically slithered out of his room. Just as the door closed, the alarm clock next to his bed turned over to the next minute. 

[i]0555.[/i]

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[h3][color=steelblue]Auditorium, 0559[/color][/h3]

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Virgil languidly strode through the door of the auditorium just as the clock turned over, smiling at his timing. He did have a reputation to uphold, after all. He glanced around at the rest of his assembled "siblings," all of them Godslayers like him. He'd met a few of them before this day- Karu, in particular, and Gray as well. He grinned as he thought of his erstwhile half-sister; she was fun to steal sweets from, especially since she was well aware of his own stash, which annoyed her to no end when he stole hers. Which, of course, just made him want to do it more.

On the subject of his stash, Virgil pulled a candy bar from his pocket, unwrapping it carefully before shoving the whole chocolate-nougat-whatever amalgamation into his mouth, chewing with relish as he took a seat in the very back row, just as the clock turned over to 0600. He smiled as he chewed.

[color=steelblue][i]Today's gonna be a good day.[/i][/color]