I don't really know what I was doing here...I just knew...something had called me here. While usually I was reluctant to answer...this time I knew I had to. This school for the "unique"...I'm sure other people would only scorn and look down on those who came here...but maybe I could find someone like me. Someone who could see the things I did...that felt the pain and chill that came with that ability. The overwhelming fear at times. I had had this ability for as long as I could remember, I could see others deaths...in the beginning I was afraid. Honestly, I still am. But since then, I've found ways around having to see such things. I wear gloves...avoid touching others at all costs. I try to help them...but in the end I'm always shoved away as the "freak". I didn't even want to think about the other "gifts" I had acquired...
Taking a deep breath I clutched tightly to the pendant in my pocket, entered the grounds, and went to my designated class. It all seemed so normal and mundane...it was actually eerily quiet as well. I kept quiet, trying to be invisible like always, sitting in the farthest desk back. Slouched down...I started to feel slight relief. No one had made the slightest remark yet about my hair and eyes...
Then I almost jumped out of my seat when I heard a girl exclaim, "Hi There!" She began waving furiously...but got quiet when the other students glared at her. She started talking to the girl next to her non-stop....I just sat quietly back and watched the whole thing unfold...
Eris-
Anyone may continue :3
Leverett opened his eyes; first thing he did was looking at the roof, nothing was out of normal so he proceed and looked first to right then to left; he noticed it was 8:00 am, meaning he had two other minutes before standing uo and continuing with his routine.
He took a bath and then ate the same breakfast; however there was something new that day; it was the letter he recieved last night; he remebered it was closed but now it was half opened. He began to get nervous so he looked around, when he felt that cold sensation again he understood
"so it was you...I've told you to tell me before doing something...and I wasn't planning to open that letter but if you insist then..."he said as he grabbed the letter. It was an invitation to a place he didn't know.
After several minutes of thinking he heard a voice
"you should go, don't you get bored doing the same thing everyday?"
It was the first time he heard it but he thought it was another invention of his mind, just like the cold feeling known as his friend. He thought about it and after mental fighting he decided he would go to the place. When he left his house he felt unease, he had broke his routine for the very first time and now he was afraid; he kept walking throught the cir until he arrived. It surely was a strange building, it looked like a school, maybe someone was playing a trick on him but now that he was there he continued walking, he entered the building.
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Random post hehe....someone wants to continue?
Name:Charlotte(Char-Char)
Age:18
Hair color:Raven
Hair style:Spiked up in back,long in front
Eye color:Ice blue
Appearance:Wears tons of lolita thats gothic,sweet,or just lolita.Mostly gothic lolita though.
Personality traits:she trys to act sly and vampire like,but she isn't a vampire.She has a short fuse at times(lawlz) and likes being around grave stones for no reason.
Quote:"Mmmm...tasty.*giggle*"
Divination:Dark magic. (Like a witch)
The short girl stood at the entrance to the 'special' school, tilting her head in wonder as she examined it. "Hmmmm... doesn't seem all that great." she murmured to herself. She picked up her bag and entered the building, glancing around at the different rooms and such. When she had come to this place, she had been greeted... oddly. She shook the thoughts out of her head, refusing to be intiminated by them. 'If they said I couldn't leave... why bother trying...?' she asked herself. Natalia soundlessly went over to the locker she had been assigned to, quickly entering the combination by memory. Once she had opened it, she placed the bag inside and took out a small sheet over paper. "Ah..." she whipsered to herself, taking out some of her books and quickly walking to the room she had been assigned to. She stepped in, taking a quick look around. Once she was fairly sure nothing would pop out and stab her, she sat down next to one of the students. "Good morning." she greeted, giving them a small smile.
The cheery-looking girl sitting to the left of the short girl turned and greeted her with a big white smile. "Hi there!!!" she shouted cheerfully, disturbing the other students, and waved her hand furiously. She looked around the room, noticing the angry and annoyed faces, and calmed down a little. She leaned in closer to the short girl and whispered, "I'm Reona-Risa Orimi, but most people just call me 'Reona'... But that doesn't mean I'm japanese or anything. I'm actually from England. So what's your name? You seem very nice. Hey, how 'bout we hangout after school today? My father gave me an new credit card before school started."
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HAR-HAR-HARRR. >;D
FEEL MY WRATH OF THE ALMIGHTY PREPPYNESSSSS~!!
Lol, xD someone wanna continue?
First Name: Orimi, Darren Aiji
Age: 17
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Medium long, straight
Eye color: Grayish-Icey Blue
Appearance: He always wears black,(hates bright colors) His skin is very pale,(looks ghostly, or like a corpse) his bangs cover his eyes, he's very tall(6'5), kinda anorexic looking, and always wears his matching long chained necklace and bracelet.
Personality traits: He suffers from thought disorder--can't think straight, that's why he usually has a blank expression, and antisocial personality disorder(ASPD). When he's alone or in an quiet place,(like librarys or his room) he likes drawing what he sees that others can't, writing poetry, and just plain old doodling in tons of sketch notebooks.
Quote: "....."
Divination:
He can chill or freeze anything he touches or sees.
I don't know if you're aloud to have 2 characters or not, so If it's not aloud, I'll take one down. ;3
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Name: Orimi, Reona Risa
Age: 15
Hair color: Blonde(bleaches her hair)
Hair style: Waist-Length, Wavy
Eye color: Grayish-Icey Blue
Appearance: Wears about anything colorful, depending on the day or situation. Usually wears headbands, muti-colored bracelets(including chained one), and skirts.(Never wears jeans/pants) Always wears her matching long chained necklace and bracelet. She's very thin, but athletic looking, and her skin color is a light tan. She's approximately 5'6.
Personality traits: She suffers from formal thought disorder(FTD), or thought disorder(TD), and bipolar disorder. Meaning, she's a totaly spazz--she never stops talking, or changess the subject mid-sentence, and she has "violent" mood swings. But overall, when she's very bubbly, and happy, she's practically your typical blonde.
Quote: "Hi there! I'm Reona Risa, but most people call me... Is that a gucci purse? Like, Oh my gosh, I just love your shoes! Hey, have you seen my brother? I haven't been able to find... Like, Oh-Em-Gee!!! Did you just see that hot guy walk... Oh look! It's a little kitty! Isn't it adorable?? Hey, have I meet you before?"
-Trust me, I can go on all day. =___='
Divination:
Her hands are like knives--but they don't look like them-- meaning she can cut an arm off in a single swipe.
