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[i]-Ryuma Hitsugaya-[/i][/center]
Clapping and shouting rang through his ears along with the sound of someone's heavy breathing. It only took a moment from Ryuma to register that is was [i]his[/i] breathing and that the crowd was shouting for [i]him[/i] to lose. There was no such thing as an empathetic or sympathetic crowd. They wanted drama, they wanted mayhem, and Ryuma winning over and over again was boring them. His supporters were drowned out by the bloodthirsting crowd, waiting for him to slip up and break a leg. Or fall off the two-story bars, or for the ropes to slip through his fingers or-

Everything got much quieter suddenly. He heard someone moving around, but the shouting crowd was gone and the extreme vibration of his heart started to still. His back was against the wall and his head was hanging down onto the chest of his hoodie. It wasn't like him to sleep like that, as usually that would give make his neck sore. He turned his neck slightly side to side and flinched, it really was sore as hell! He could feel his heart beating hard against his chin and a cold sweat stuck some of his grayish white hair to the base of his neck. With a grunt, he raised up his head and started to peer through the slits some would call eyes.

Gray eyes peeked through and Ryuma's blurry vision picked out a figure standing in front of him. Kind of rude to not announce themselves or wake him up, right? Were they just watching him sleep like a creeper? His head and neck ached and his throat felt numb, but he still struggled to get his bearings, only to see the chair aimed at his head.

Adrenaline that had just been fading away punched through his psyche and Ryuma threw himself to the side, his feet and hands scrambling to find purchase on the ground and get out of the way of the chair's damaging wrath, or [i]her[/i] wrath.  

The loud bang of wood against cement resounded through the room.

Ryuma flipped his body so he could watch his aggressor, some shemale girl with a sick haircut and the look of pure drama queen. [color=lightgray]"Hey, what's the big idea?! Waking up people with a head trauma isn't the best way to go about it!"[/color] He slowly got up from the ground and dusted himself off. With a slight glance, he deduced that the chair somehow hadn't been broken from the impact and gave a smile, [color=lightgray]"Look hun, if you don't got the strength, braining me ain't gonna do ya much good."[/color]

Looking around gave the Parkour athlete a start, this didn't look high tech enough for Hope's Peak. [color=lightgray]"Now I'll be asking the questions, where the hell are we and why are you so bloodthirsty?"[/color] The boy really wanted to just turn around and bolt out of the room, but he didn't want to leave his back open for her next blow.

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[i]-Naomi Fukuda-[/i][/center]
This was not the bed created for her. This was not the bedroom Naomi's parents had fashioned for their true [i]heir[/i] and it couldn't have been no matter what timeline reality was in. Now, it would be more understandable if this was some park bench or something akin to it, but the Linguist had remembered walking into Hope's Peak and they wouldn't have let her sleep on something so poor... Or so she believed. The cement was cold and hard. And her back ached with a stabbing pain in her lower back. Her head was also pounding and the pain sparked memories that Naomi would rather forget.

Shuddering, she started to sit up, a hand to her head, not really able to understand the words being exchanged to her right. She blinked a few times, cursing at the light stabbing into her eyes as they adjusted to the light. When she could finally see, although with squinting eyes, she turned her head to the movement on the stage. There were two teenagers her age there, one sitting on the stage looking strangely petrified and another calm and collected moving towards her. While he did look their age, he looked to well built and a shudder went through her. Was he going to hurt that girl?

Naomi got up on her wobbly legs and started walking slowly backwards, glancing around her. There was a set of trees not too far away behind her and some voices coming from far away. All the small girl wanted to do was get behind a tree and regroup, but she was also worried about the girl on the stage. As she was backing up, her flats, which were not designed for the outdoors, slipped on the dirt dusted ground and she fell on her butt.

She let out a loud squeak before starting to get up, her throat feeling weirdly numb and scratchy. Were the hell were they? Naomi turned around and ran a few steps to bypass the rest of the benches before peering around again. Fence? An amphitheater? what...

[color=violet]"What the hell is going on?!"[/color]

Her hands surged up to cover her mouth after her involuntary outburst and she took another step back. Way to draw attention to herself. She didn't have a weapon and she was in the middle of god knows where... And... And! And no one could save her now.

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Darkness. A scene that may look black, but was entirely devoid of color and yet filled with every hue imaginable. A void of nothingness and everything as well. This is what sleep meant for Hibiki. Cloaked in a blanket of the Abyss.

Something was making the back of his scalp itch and his throat felt numb and uncomfortable. Hibiki sleepily moved his hand up to scratch at his scalp, dragging his hand along the powder covered floor. Powder? That wasn't the most foreign concept to the Tutor, but definitely felt off. Why fall asleep so close to a black board? The blue-haired boy spread his legs out to feel for a blanket, but the only thing he felt was a leg of some kind of furniture. Hibiki shimmed on the floor until he could reach for the leg and felt cloth. 

Needing to get more comfortable and away from the powder, he ripped at the cloth to use as a blanket or pillow. But it didn't give with only a simple tug. Tugging harder, it started to slide off but got stuck on some corner. With one last tug, he felt the cloth start to fall onto his legs, along with so much more.

The boy let out a grunt as an easel complete with a painting fell onto his midsection. It wasn't the heaviest thing in the world, but the shock forced Hibiki to open his eyes. With a start, he sat up and shoved the easel off of him. Dust covered his glasses and he hurriedly wiped them off on the cloth. 

The room was mostly dark, but slits of light come through the shutters. The room was filled with tables full of arts and crafts, with a row of seats half-circled around the platform he was on. On one side of the platform was the easel that had fallen on him. Once the Tutor got up, he uncovered the cloth from the other easel to reveal an art piece made with dry pastels. No wonder his scalp was so itchy, he had been laying in the fall off powder.

He started to pat himself down of powder, causing a cloud to slip up his nose and Hibiki to start choking. Blinking back stinging tears, he wiped his glasses on his uniform and stepped off the platform. After giving the room a final look, he opened the door to exit the room.

Blaring sunlight forced the Tutor to squint his eyes to slits. He looked both ways before hastily backing up and closing the door most of the way. The outside had been blinding and now Hibiki's scalp itched, his eyes and head hurt, his torso felt uncomfortable, and his throat felt numb. Hibiki let out a sigh as he remembered the figure that had been moving outside the corner of his eye.

The Tutor groaned before exiting the Art Cabin once more. He brought a hand up to block the sun and peered at the girl standing outside the far cabin. The closer he got, the more her hair bounced light into his eyes, but that would hopefully soon subside. Hibiki himself must have looked rather strange, with his powdered covered hair and body and his very blue hair. With another sigh, the boy stepped forward.

As he passed by the middle cabin, he saw another boy, but was to lazy to drag him into the interaction. Once he got in talking distance with the skipping girl, he pointed to himself, then at the unknown girl, [color=turquoise]"I'm Hibki, you?"[/color]