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    Arthur looked at the staring Siren, somewhat concerned now. "I'm sorry did I frighten you? I suppose it was uncalled for huh? Showing my true self so quickly..." he said apologetically. He ran his hand through his golden hair nervously. Great! I've already scared someone off. How formal... he thought.


    "I'm starting to see why they shipped me off to this school now!" he said quite distraught with himself.


    Arthur was about to blurt out another set of deep apologies when he was handed a notebook. He tilted his head in confusion and slowly reached for the notebook. On the fine white paper it read a greeting and a appreciation for noticing her. "Oh? Please don't write such things about yourself! I for one think your the complete opposite of dull!" he said sincerely. This small set of words seemed to flip on the switch of his aristocratic rearing.


    [size=25pt]Would you join in...[/size]


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    Oi, arigato, yoi yujin.


    IC -


    Rebecca walked down the streets.


    It was mostly crowded, with not much to see, as her eyes swept over the humane souls around her. The shoppes were quite busy, encouraging people to join the warm interior, as it was a little cold out. But it was hardly noticable being only a small part humane; less than a third to be specific.


    As she continued down the cold concrete, the bunches of people became less and less dense, and it was noticable that in the shortened distance, nobody had seemed to walk onward in the direction for even less of space. It took almost no time at all to reach the empty sidewalk, where it was dimmer in lighting, and she continued on. But she soon found herself striding past a small group of 3 in the area, not too far from other humans. But these three were not the creatures Rebecca found to be quite grief driven. No, there was a Siren, a Demon, and a Vampyre.


    However, Rebecca passed on, quite aware of the group nearby. She made no eye contact, only slowed a little as she strode onwards, quite carefully inspecting each character with a paled expression that showed not how she felt, but walked onward towards her destination.







    [size=25pt] ...if you died in the end? [/size]


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    Okay. I think I've got an idea on Celeste's personality. Will write down later.


    Somehow, she sympathized with the people who always had friends surrounding them. Two people talking of different subjects was quite disorienting and she quickly tried to keep up with their pace, seeing as she had no voice to call her own for the moment and quickly passed each individual a different page, hopefully, she hadn't interchanged the two.


    The first note was meant for Scarlett as to her first question:
    I like your name way better. It sounds nice when I try to think of how I say it in my head. Scarlett. Scarlett. Oh, sorry, I'm rambling. As for what type I am, I'm a siren of the sea!


    Simply to add effect to her statement, Celeste made a few gestures of swimming and feigning that she had a voice to sing like normal sirens and mermaids do, though she had none. However, such things weren't meant to be made a topic at the moment as even Celeste couldn't remember herself how she had lost her own voice. Was she born like that or did she simply lose it from either overexertion or perhaps a curse? Either way, Celeste refrained from overthinking as it always gave her a concussion when she tried, like a force was driving her out.


    To the second, Arthur Lemercier's note:
    Oh, no! It's not that. It's just so rare to see two different and wonderful things all at once. Scarlett has such beautiful golden eyes and you have those sharp fangs! I've never seen any of the likes of both your attributes. I hope I'm not too meddlesome, but why did they ship you off and what do you mean? As for the third one, it's not a problem! You two are such nice people to still care about plain me! I just find it wonderful to meet such nice people in this realm.


    It was true because ever since Celeste had gone on to the land, all she had gotten from others were dirty looks or looks of perverse intentions, and she was quite uncomfortable with both. However, how could she speak back about it when she didn't have her own voice?


    Just as she was conversing with the two, she couldn't help but notice the other person and tried to call out but remembered to herself that she didn't have anything to use so that she could call out and only stroked her neck with her hand, quite insecurely about it.

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    Why the good die and the cruel live?
    Injustice I cannot forgive
    Don't play God, you're no deity
    Who, pray tell, will try to stop me?
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    Currently Playing: Alyx Dubois|F|15 yrs|Demon/Angel|Pansexual
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    OOC:
    Thank you for accepting. c:


    IC:
    Alyx sighed, staring at the school briefly with a cold look in her eyes. Great...another day in this place, she thought, moving along without stopping for conversing. After all, what use would it be to involve herself with the other 'people' surrounding her? For friends? No way. Screw them, for all she cared. They didn't matter as much as they thought they did, anyway.
    She brushed past a group of people, sighing in obvious relief as she made her way through the entrance with no problems. Perfect. Another miss. Looking for and seeing no nearby clock, Alyx quickly headed towards her locker, making sure not to willingly gather the attention of those around her.

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    Cut them down and make them holy
    Forgiven on these grounds solely
    Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
    As a corpse, no more harm you'll do!



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    [size=25pt]Would you join in...[/size]


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    Rebecca froze. She glanced back at the group as if someone was calling her over, but she knew no one was. It was this feeling... like someone was trying to get her attention, but they hadn't the ability to without some rude disturbance. It made her highly suspicious and she raced away, into the crowds of humans where the supernaturals would most certainly have a stressed time seperating her soul from another... though it makes it much easier for them with so much as her being demon, angel, and human...



    [size=25pt] ...if you died in the end? [/size]


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    I guess she doesn't wasn't to talk.


    The siren thought to herself before facing back again to the two, the blonde and perky vampire, and the cool golden-eyed demon, fixing a smile back on her face as she turned her attention back to them, relieving her of her past gloom from going unnoticed by the female hybrid she tried to call out.


    Sorry, sorry.

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    Arthur took the notebook once again and read it to himself. This possible new friend sure had an odd way of communicating. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought. Arthur turned his head towards Scarlett and gave her an acknowledging smile and turned back at the young siren as he had began to answer Celeste's questions. He felt the urge ask about why she writes o te notebook instead of speaking, but realized that seemed rude.


    "Oh! Well you see I've been having some trouble controlling my urges... My parents are part of a very important organization in the Vampire society. They say it's embarrassing and that it isn't very regal of me..." He said embarrassed with himself. "I suppose it's for the best. The result of that is that I'm forbidden to feast on anything living." he heaved a sigh. "I'll have to do with these blood tablets" He said. He pulled a small case out of his coat pocket and shaked the contents inside to make a point.


    "Their just so...Bland." He put the case back into his pocket, he looked up at the two girls. "Well enough about that! I think it'd better if we head to class now." he said.


    He said quickly changing the subject, he honestly didn't feel very comfortable admitting his inability to control his lust for blood. It was something he was greatly ashamed of, luckily for his victims though, he wasn't old enough for his body to develop the venom needed to convert others. For the ones that survived anyways.

    Guilt panned at Celeste, seeing that he was certainly experiencing pain at the moment and completely regretting her decision to ask. Instead of returning to her gloom however, she made a gesture to apologize and stood on her toes as she gave his head a pat on the head, meant as a comfort and another apology, with a newly bright smile, agreeing with having to get to school already. Prodding him about it too much would only appear to be bothersome and may be the cause of discord between them so she refrained from doing so and took hold of Scarlett's hand as she walked to the school, hoping that Scarlett didn't mind the physical contact, and reloaded so before letting go and writing jotting down another note.


    Do you mind if I hold your hand, Miss Scarlett?


    It was only the polite thing to do before she touched so easily. There could be a chance that her newfound friend wasn't comfortable to the idea as much as she was, having been acquainted and used to such actions as a means of signifying friendship. When it comes to friends, one must learn to be considerate of the feelings of others, was what her mother had always told her and she was glad her mother had nagged her to no end, hammering it in her head until it was second nature.


    Having to stay in a locker was unbefitting for Tamotsu, and also tight. He still wonders to himself how he managed to fit but decided not to, not entirely curious about that and just wanted to get out. He eased his leg and bent it, preparing to kick the locker open so that he could step out. His entrance wasn't so flashy, rather, he was clumsy, having almost tripped on himself of he hadn't grabbed the rim of the locker. Once he had dusted himself off, he noticed another female and insinctively froze, but seeing as she was quiet, he walked towards her, somewhat confused by her silence compared to the noisy females that had previously surrounded him. Carrying his usual swagger, he walked towards her and made a gesture to say hello as a polite greeting, being the gentleman that he was.

    Chikawa Tsukino


    Yuki Tsukino
    Misuto Tsukino


    Shizukesa Tsukino

    I would like to apply for Celestial High.
    Name: Zile Korax
    Age: 16
    Gender: male
    Species: Were-wolf
    Appearance:
    Personality: Shy at first, caring, and protective
    Other: Love of potatoes

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    Why the good die and the cruel live?
    Injustice I cannot forgive
    Don't play God, you're no deity
    Who, pray tell, will try to stop me?
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    Currently Playing: Alyx Dubois|F|15 yrs|Demon/Angel|Pansexual
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    OOC:
    I'm just going to assume that last post was meant for me, Fantazme. ^^' If it's not, I can just edit this one...


    IC:
    Skidding to a halt as she noticed a boy approaching her, Alyx turned an unintentional glare to the seemingly friendly person, eyes narrowed. She stared at him for a while before realizing he was making a gesture of hello, easing her glare slightly but not completely. "Hello," she said, her voice smooth and almost emotionless. "Can I...help you, by any chance?" Alyx forced a small smile, not wanting to appear too rude.


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    Cut them down and make them holy
    Forgiven on these grounds solely
    Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
    As a corpse, no more harm you'll do!



    [size=7pt]©Wolf Night[/size][/fancypost]

    I would like to apply for Celestial High.
    Name: Jack Scath
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male
    Species: Shifter
    Appearance:
    Personality: Serious, Antisocial, mean at times.
    Other: Goes to a place no one knows every 3 days.

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    [color=black]Rin/Kitten: Are you guys the same people? Or did your form end up the same by coincidence? Remember, if you happen to be the same, you're only allowed 2 characters. :P Sorry if I'm wrong, but I just wanted to make sure.


    Love Letters From Thief: I just realized this and sorry to put you in the spotlight, but isn't your character's name Aleron and not Arthur? xD If you want it to be Arthur instead, I could change it if you'd like :P


    Scarlett read the paper and nodded. It did make some sense that Celeste was a Siren. Maybe that was the reason why she never spoke? Or maybe she couldn't speak at all?


    She would've flinched if someone went to hold her hand, but Celeste's motion came as a friendly gesture to her. Scarlett had to hold herself back from reaching out to hold the girl's hand again when Celeste broke away to jot down something.
    Scarlett had had very little physical contact with others throughout her whole lifetime, but for some reason holding hands seemed very new but comforting for her.


    "Sure, you can hold my hand," Scarlett said with the attempt of a bright smile. Being very used to sickening smirks as she was a demon, her grin probably looked very.. off.

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    Zile put his hoodie on and went for a walk. I wonder if there's anywhere to get food nearby... I should ask some one. He saw two monsters and tried to approach them, but he stopped due to his own shyness. He stood there debating whether he should ask or not.


    Jack walked around murmuring to himself. He bumped into others, but he just kept walking. He did not care if anyone became angry, if someone did get mad he'd just continue walking.

    OH! Your right! Sorry, I guess I got mixed up with another one of my characters! Well I guess it's better to change it to Arthur.



    Arthur walked along side Scarlett and Celeste as they held hands. He walked slower than his usual walk-run pace to keep up with the two. "So, have you two already checked your classes before coming? Or do you still need to check?" he asked. It was a simple question, at that moment he had already had nothing to discuss with the two. He wasn't the type to think of constant and new topics to chat about. As he walked towards the school, he was alert for any other students of Celestial High He had noticed a few and to himself trying to guess what each student be.

    "Can't a guy say hi?"


    Tamotsu replied as he neared the femme. It was true. He only wanted to say hi, but he was most likely curious about one of the few females that didn't squeal like a pig in his presence. The silence between them was somewhat relaxing in comparison, before he took out a hand and showed a slight smile, meaning only to be a little friendly but not too much that he would appear quirky. Cheerful just wasn't his style and he was more off to moody in the charts.


    "I'm Hayashi Tamotsu. May I ask for your name?" He chided, hoping that he wasn't being thought of as an annoyance. While Tamotsu doesn't like the noise, that doesn't mean that he was going to stop being a gentleman about it. No matter what, he couldn't possibly hate the mass of females, no matter who or how their personalities are. It runs in the blood for him not to, as he was one of the Incubi.


    Cheerfully, Celeste took hold of Scarlett's hand, giggling just as a little child would when given praise and walked towards the school. However, she couldn't help but look befuddled by his question as she wrote down on a new note. We need to check for our classes? The femme honestly didn't know having been homeschooled under the sea for quite so long. School was somewhat a new concept to this little mermaid, and she wasn't so sure of the fundamentals just yet.


    That only goes to show that she's pretty clueless when it comes to the culture of the land. Luckily, she had two helpful souls she could inquire about, but she wished they would never become annoyed at her nature of asking. It's just that she was truly an inquisitive person.

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    Why the good die and the cruel live?
    Injustice I cannot forgive
    Don't play God, you're no deity
    Who, pray tell, will try to stop me?
    [hr][hr]
    Currently Playing: Alyx Dubois|F|15 yrs|Demon/Angel|Pansexual
    [hr][hr]


    OOC:


    IC:
    "My apologies for being rude," Alyx said sincerely, yet with an almost indifferent tone. She took his hand, the small 'smile' still on her face. "I'm Alyx. Alyx Dubois." Introducing herself, she wondered what she was about to say next, the smile briefly faltering before she came up with a question she had wondered about for a while. "Um...might I ask why you were in a locker? I wasn't going to ask, but...it seemed kind of odd."

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    Cut them down and make them holy
    Forgiven on these grounds solely
    Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
    As a corpse, no more harm you'll do!



    [size=7pt]©Wolf Night[/size][/fancypost]

    It was true that it was odd. Even Tamotsu would find it weird himself to suddenly see a boy bursting out of the lockers. He wondered and debated whether to simply tell her the whole truth or make up a believable lie before deciding against it once he met her eyes. He had to be careful with his words though, as he first showed some gratitude for not being ignored right off the bat.


    "A pleasure to meet you, Alyx. " He started, before giving a little kiss on her hand just like a prince would to a princess before gently letting her hand go so that she wouldn't slap him for doing so or possibly pull away. Somehow! He expected either from a quiet girl, but hoped that she would at least show a pleasant reaction. It wasn't meant as a flirting technique but was just really part of his habits whenever he met a new girl. "As for that, I'm hiding." Trying to answer as vague as possible but he would still answer her clearly if she continued to wonder.