Posts by Wolfkit12

((This is holding space for your rp, Don't Look Back. The first one is one of the new kids (cheerful), the second one is an older one. The third one.. you'll see))

Name: Clay Terran
Gender: Male
Age: 16 years
Personality: Bright and energetic, friendly, and quick to pick up others when they're feeling down. Protective over friends, and fairly smart, though has his foot-in-the-mouth moments, and he can be pretty oblivious. A hard worker when he puts his mind to it.
History: Clay has always dreamt of one day becoming an astronaut, and has been working hard towards his dream for as long as he can remember. However, recently, he found himself without parents- his father died of heart attack when he was five, and his mother died in a car accident hardly a week ago. None of his living family could be found, so he almost ended up in the foster system, but at the last minute, a so-called "distant relative" showed up and lay claim to the orphaned boy, taking him "home". "Home" ended up meaning "lab", and now he has been thrown into what can only be called living hell.
Appearance: (WIP)
Other: (WIP)

(the other two will come later, I gotta go))

Holding space...

Clay gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Easy for you to say- I think I'm going to have a phobia of numbers by the end of the semester." He 'complained', grinning widely. "But it's worth it- I need these math courses if I'm gonna make it to-" He faltered briefly, but fluidly continued, "-a good college." He'd made friends- at least, he assumed they were friends- no need to talk their ears off. He then looked to Miku. "How about you?" He asked, referring to her next class.

((I've got two science papers to do in two hours~ 3-5 pages on the Loch Ness Monster with researching I haven't even started~ and three mini-projects on the tropical rain forest I have hardly started~ Yay...~ I'm so gonna fail))

Clay smiled. "Geology is better than History, in my opinion, but then again, they're both awful in their own ways." He commented with a chuckle, before looking to the side. "Ah- my class is down this way." He stated, before giving another smile. "See you later, then!" He said as he broke off from the pair, heeading down another hallway. Halfway to the classroom, he had to stop by his locker- luckily, he only needed a pencil and his homework, since they kept the textbooks in the classroom. Walking into the room, he took his seat by the window, near the front of the classroom; it was a bit uncomfortable to sit down at first, but he managed, pulling the textbook out of the desk as more students arrived.

Simon had only been walking a minute or so since entering the building when he turned a corner, finding himself nearly run into by a shorter, raven-haired student, dressed vaguely femininely. He seemed deep in thought- it was only his reflexes that caught the boy's shoulder before he could bump into him. ((Because Lexi was kinda all by himself...))

As the two rather tall bullies were traversing the halls, talking amongst themselves, a young girl, clad in yellow with her long orange hair in a rather unusual side ponytail, was wandering about as well. Clutching a well-worn pinkish-rose sketchpad to her small chest, she seemed very withdrawn, large, muted blue eyes glued to the floor as she walked, white shoes clicking quietly. Perhaps the oddest feature were the large pink headphones over her ears- seemingly not connected to anything, the tall, rounded metal prongs made them almost resemble bunny ears. Not seeing the two- and easily missed by the tall teenagers due to her small size and near silence- she suddenly bumped into something firm, yet soft; looking up, she saw a huge boy, towering almost three feet over her. Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment longer than would seem normal, however, countless unreadable emotions flashing through her gaze- the most prominent being a look of thought and almost understanding which seemed much too old for one her age, though it was only brief.

Snapping out of the momentary 'trance'- quickly enough to have even been missed if one wasn't watching- the little girl gave a startled gasp, skittering backwards nervously and closing her eyes tightly, grip tightening on her sketchpad.

"S-sorry!" She cried out, somehow managing to sound both startled and quiet at the same time. "I-I, I wasn't watching where I was going, a-and I don't know which way I went, and- s-sorry..!" Her voice was hard to follow, voice almost shrill, but very quiet, fading to near inaudibility at the end.

At hearing his name called from not two feet behind him around the corner he'd just turned- especially when said by a feminine voice that sounded, to his slightly muddled, sleep-addled mind like Queen Elsa's, and was quickly appproaching- Clay quickly spun around, back straight and to the wall, arm up in a rigid, uniform salute.

"Your Majesty!" He called out crisply, uniformly- and rather loudly, a recurrant trait of Clay's- more out of habit drilled into his head than anything; the customary way to respond when addressed by the Queen, or anyone else of higher standing.

Simon blinked in mild surprise at the boy's reaction, before kneeling down, helping him pick up his things.

"No, no, don't worry about it, Raven-san. You could not have known what was around the corner." Though his expression did not beget much, the smile could almost be seen in his gaze. Straightening up, he handed back what he had gathered. "Are you quite sure of where you are headed, though? This hallway only leads to the exit." Unless the boy was trying to skip, which he very much doubted. Perhaps he'd been a little out of sorts.

The little girl hesitated as the man- no, boy, this was school- offered to let her go by, standing quietly for a moment, before she gave a tiny nod, walking forward. She jumped, a squeak escaping her as she suddenly found an arm blocking her way from leaving. Quivering slightly, she slowly looked up at the red head through her bangs, before, losing her moment of 'guts', she quickly looked down again, eyes snapping shut.

"I-I- No, y-you're right- you haven't done anything... I-I, I just, um, I'm not... M-Mom.... Mom says I-I-" She trailed off shakily several times, before suddenly silencing, quivering instantly ceasing as she looked at her feet. "...It isn't your fault. I.. I don't think anyone can really mean it when their heart is crying..." Her words were suddenly more firm, grounded, but at the same time, her voice was as light and soft as a feather, whispering so quietly she could really only be talking to herself. Volume raising, just enough to be heard, she peeked up at the boy again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so jumpy... I-I just don't.. I don't usually talk to m-many people..." With that sentence, her voice slowly tapered off again, reverting rather quickly back to her initial shy nervousness.

((O.o Some serious chiz... She doesn't know exactly what R.J.'s life is like or anything, more like she can just 'hear' that his emotions are very strong, and they're not very happy emotions))

The girl looked up at the boy one more time as he spoke, before, breathing a tiny 'thank you' for letting her pass, she walked on. She seemed a little unsure of which direction to head, finally turning left and making her way quietly down that way.

Simon nodded slightly in understanding.

"I apologize. It's a habit of mine." He explained, shaking the boy's hand. "My name is Simon." He introduced, hand dropping back to his side as Lexi spoke. "Ah, I am quite new to this place as well," he began, "but I believe I know where some classes are." The bell rang seconds later- the late bell- and the japanese-lilted man gave a brief smile. "And I can take blame for your late arrival." He offered, though without room for refusal.

((I don't know what you meant to say cuz it kinda cut off at 'where', so... Wow, I'm feelin' sluggish today...))

"It's no trouble." Simon said simply, before, nodding his head for the boy to follow, he started forward. "Which math class?" There were several different ones, though they were all in the same general area.

Simon chuckled lightly as they approached the geometry classroom.

"Well, let's give both a try." He suggested. The students were already working on some worksheets, so the teacher was available to talk. Luckily, this ended up being Lexi's class, as the teacher shepherded the boy in.

"Just get a worksheet off the front desk, find a seat, and start working." Simon bowed slightly. "I apologize again for holding up Lexi." He said, straightening. "I only meant to speak with him for a moment." The teacher nodded, albeit a bit testily. "Yes, well, try to keep your interactions with the students to when they seek you out, Mr. Blackquill." She didn't seem very forthcoming to Simon, but he didn't take any offense. After all, he was a college student- infamous in teachers' and adults' minds alike. Waving to Lexi, he headed off again, towards the therapist's office. As he neared, he spotted two figures- one, he was expecting, in the form of Metis Cykes. The other was much smaller, in the form of a little girl, with orange hair tied in a tall side ponytail, hugging close to Ms. Cykes. As he approached, the little girl seemed to notice first, hiding a bit behind the older woman as Metis gave a bright smile.

"Hello there. Simon, is it?" Simon shook the hand that was offered, the contagious smile sparking a small one on his face as well. "It's nice to meet you. You already know of course, but I'm Miss Metis Cykes. I understand you were excited to come, but please understand, I am simply a school therapist now." Simon's smile grew slightly at that, eyes brightening.

"It is nice to meet you as well, and yes, I understand perfectly. Regardless, I am still looking forward to learning from you." Metis nodded, leading inside. The little girl followed closely, distancing herself from the man. Metis chuckled, kneeling beside her.

"Ah, yes. I should introduce you as well. This is my daughter, Athena." She put her hands on the girl's shoulders comfortingly, the girl's gaze lifting from the floor to the woman's eyes. "Athena, this is Mr. Simon Blackquill, the man I told you about." She spoke gently, as the girl looked slowly to Simon. "He'll be working with me for a while, alright?" Simon's look of surprise had since faded to one of interest, then to a softer look, giving a smile as he waved.

"Hello, Athena." He knelt down, aware of how much larger he was than the orangette, holding out a hand to the eight year old. "It's nice to meet you." Athena watched him warily for a long moment- long enough that Simon nearly stood back up, thinking the girl wasn't going to respond as of yet- before she walked up to him abruptly, taking his hand gingerly.

".. H-Hi, Mr. Simon... N-Nice to meet you." She then let go, before, a tiny smile appearing on her face, she suddenly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. He started in surprise, before slowly putting a hand on her back.

"... You're scary... but... your heart... it's so warm..." Simon blinked, surprised, but she drew away as quickly as she had come, looking as shy as before as she skittered back behind her mother. Standing up, Metis gestured for Simon to follow- acting as though the little event hadn't happened, but there was a glint to her gaze that almost seemed amused, in a way.

"Come on, then. It might not be the most interesting thing in the world, but there's paperwork to be done."

((Because I don't know what therapists actually do in their spare time or away from students or whatever, except for the ones at my school that are in charge of a heck of a lot of paperwork about all the students DX Uh... Should we just skip to the end of class for everyone, or...?))

((Pictures coming soon.. Is this thread still active? Btw, these are very WIP, I'm on my fast-dying Nook, so the pictures will take a while, and I want to post all this before my Nook dies and I have to retype it.. There will be two or three characters total, depending on how I feel about typing after doing Housuke's form))

((oh.... my bad XP Uh... Random post while we're waiting))

Clay scribbled down answers to the problems on the board, time seeming to drag on after a while in math class. It wasn't long before his mind began to wander, doodles of planets and constellations quickly filling the empty space on the paper. The teacher wasn't really paying attention, working on something or other on his computer at his desk as everyone was working out the problems.

[size=10]((Just finished Housuke's form, minus the picture... I don't think a third character will be coming anytime soon XP Lemme be honest here- I'm using characters from a videogame series (I took quite a bit of creative liberties, minus the looks, age, and partial personalities), and after I saw the japanese theme of this, I'm using their Japanese names- this is so weird for me XD Oh, and I don't mean to half-copy your posting style, Starry (I assume it's your username- my nook just shows illegible boxes on your username, so I can't read it), but I have mild OCD, and the organized look is just a... thing))

Housuke Odoroki
"Master Odoroki, we've arrived at the Aoi residence." Housuke started, the book previously in his lap falling to his feet. He flinched slightly as the textbook hit his sock-clad feet, pushing it away as he rubbed the sleep out of his bleary brown eyes. He had made sure to wake up early that morning- not particularly early, really, but he hadn't gotten much sleep last night. The usual worry of new-school jitters had gotten to him, and he'd ended up burying his nose into the law books he had to have read at least three times over. But the formality and the law terms were soothing, in an odd way, and he had fallen asleep to it. Even so, he had still gotten up early enough to gel his hair into its usual spikes- even if he was tired, his hair could still look good, he thought with a chuckle.

Regardless, he was here early- with Maurice, the chaueffer of the imported black British car they had arrived in, since his parents were both out on business- to pick up Daichi, his best friend. If he didn't get here early, there was the ever-looming chance that a hungover Mr. Aoi would rear his ugly head-

'Okay, Housuke, no need for that. Daichi's even gotten into my thoughts now.' Leaning forward, Housuke clicked open the side door, nodding to the white-haired driver.

"I'm going to go get Daichi, okay? I'll be back in just a minute." The man nodded as the teen closed the door behind him, adjusting his tie almost nervously as he approached the vast white mansion. He couldn't help but feel on edge near the Aoi mansion- it was almost eerie, the silence that always hung over it all hours of the day.

'How can a mansion be intimidating? It's kind of like it's haunted or something... No, no, don't be ridiculous, Housuke. Just get your thoughts together, get Daichi, and get going... The sooner the better.' Housuke frowned slightly to himself as his shoes clicked on the porch- he always did have a bad habit of talking to himself, even if it was usually just in his head. Lifting his hand to the door, he curled his fingers around the swirled brass knocker, letting it fall back against the heavy oak door with a resounding bang. Housuke resisted flinching- it was almost like a gunshot, something he noted every time. He remembered when he had first visited Daichi- the way they'd both nearly jumped out of their skins when Mrs. Odoroki gave it a few pounding knocks. Shaking the memories, he looked up at the door again.

"Hey, Daichi!" He yelled, voice easily carrying, echoing around the almost empty grounds. Only a few gardeners were outside in the misty morning air, and they hardly batted an eye at Housuke's loud voice, long since used to the boisterous volume of both males. "Time to head out, it's the first day of school! We don't want to be late!" He could only hope Daichi could hear him- even at the loud volume he was calling, his wannabe astronaut friend sometimes seemed like he could sleep through the apocalypse.

[color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
Daichi, for once, actually hadn't slept in... kind of. Well, he'd woken up five minutes ago. That counted for something, right?

'Not really- Housuke's nice and all, but he's not really patient in the morning. And- crap, I've got two minutes! Even if Housuke wasn't driving, that guy Maurice somehow always kept to the guy's times to the dot- it was almost scary.

'Heh, he's like a demon driver.' Daichi thought with a chuckle, as he threw various things into a bag. He had packed.. most of it the night before. At least, what he could manage. Now, it was things like his astronomy stuff (books and everything- if he didn't take them, the maids would find them, and then his dad would find out, and- he chose to stop the thought train there), a few EpiPens, and a handful of old pictures he always kept on hand. Just as he was about to zip up the black suitcase, though, one caught his eye- picking it up, he couldn't help but grin, laughing quietly. It was of himself and Housuke when they were six, with Housuke pointing at a stuffed astronaut Scooby-Doo like he saw lawyers do in court rooms, and Daichi sitting in the "defendant's chair" (aka a pile of silk blankets), in fake handcuffs and laughing his head off. Housuke's face was almost tomato red (Just like his favorite color, heh.), be it from frustration or embarrassment, but his determined expression showed just how hellbent he was on maintaining the "proper lawyer look". Lost in memory, Daichi almost didn't hear the car pulling up the drive, until the sound of a gunshot made him jump, giving a rather unmanly squeak of surprise.

"Hey, Daichi!" His eyes widened, and he threw the picture back into the suitcase, throwing the bags over his shoulder. "Time to head out, it's the first day of school! We don't want to be late!" Daichi left the room clumsily, almost tripping over the rug as he dashed down the halls. His footsteps echoed through the mansion, each loud clap of his sneakers- though he was rich, he still opted for comfort over price- like a slap to the face. He didn't notice it much, though, already used to it as he skidded down the stairs and to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open fluidly.

"Heya, Housuke!" He greeted with a wide smile, hardly winded except for the weight of the bags. He adjusted the visor on his head- only half-noticing Housuke's disapproving gaze. So what if it wasn't part of uniform? It was something he liked to wear whenever he was out of the house and away from his father, and some code wasn't about to change that. "I slept like a rock last night!"

"Surprise, surprise." Housuke"s sarcastic response was lost on the upbeat ravenette, though, as he walked out past the spiky-haired attorney-to-be, closing the door behind him.

"C'mon, you said you hated to be late! Let's go!" Though he was still scowling, even stick-in-the-mud Housuke couldn't keep from cracking a tiny smile as he followed behind.

"I think we're too early to be considered early at this point." Daichi leapt into the car- practically literally- as Maurice threw the other boy's bags into the trunk alongside Housuke's, Housuke entering the car in a much more civilized manner.

"Well, then, don't tell me to wake up so early next time!" Housuke sighed, giving up on arguing his point with the stubborn teen. As they drove off, Daichi poked his side, grinning as Housuke twitched, before batting Daichi's hands away.

"Quit it!" He snapped, scowling, but it only further fueled his laughter.

[size=10]Housuke Odoroki
The poking had turned into an all out tickle war (however onesided), much to Housuke's chagrin, laughter permeating the air from both young aristocrats. He batted his hands wildly at the taller boy (if only by a few inches), even hitting his face a few times, but it hardly fazed him, wide grin on his face not looking ready to budge anytime soon (and.. was that a hint of smugness?).

"D-D-Daich-i-i-i-i!! St-ha-ha-ha-hap!! I-I ca-ha-ha-han't bre-he-heathe!!" Smiling broadly, Daichi finally pulled back, allowing Housuke to suck in some much-needed gulps of air. Daichi- already looking much more like a commoner pulled off the streets than an aristocrat, he thought with only a vague note of surprise- hardly looked worse for wear as Housuke caught his breath, save for the other boy's own slightly labored breathing from the hearty laughter. Housuke, on the other hand, was a little more disheveled, uniform ruffled, breathing heavily- hair a little mussed up as well, he realized, running a hand over it to try to flatten a few loosened strands back down- as if he had been in a fight, or... Pink dusted Housuke's cheeks as some rather... unsavory thoughts entered his mind. None of which he wanted to even think about with Daichi in the back seat with him, attempting to straighten out his uniform as they neared the school.

Daichi didn't seem to come even close to the train of thought Housuke had, instead looking out the window excitedly, eyes bright and wide like a child's as they passed through the rather beautiful scenery of the academy's grounds. It was easy for Housuke to recover from those thoughts himself, gazing out his own window for a moment, before directing a glare over at Daichi.

"You know, there are other ways of trying to amuse yourself." Daichi laughed, turning to face Housuke, though with a slight teasing look to his gaze.

"There are other ways of being an aristocrat without using words like 'amuse'. Can't you just... call me stupid or something, like a normal person? It's gotta be better than hearing you act so stiff." Of course, it was all in jest, Housuke knew, but he was still a teenager- and Daichi was all too aware of which buttons he was pressing, if the mischevious glint in his eyes was anything to go by- and he couldn't help but jab back.

"Well, perhaps I would start using more 'normal' words if you would start looking a little more like an aristocrat. Really, it looks more like I picked up a random boy off the streets than Daichi Aoi." The Aois had always been known for silks and other fine cloths, after all, but Daichi was vehemently against it. Regardless, he didn't take it at all badly, instead jabbing Housuke's side again with a laugh.

"Boy? You're only three months older than me, don't let it get to your head again! And besides, I'm still taller, even with your horns!" He teased, prodding the other boy's 'horns'- eliciting a grunt of protest and a batting hand from the owner of said spikes.

"Says the one with the black rabbit sleeping on his head!" Daichi couldn't help it, really- Housuke's comebacks were always 'amusing', as he would put it. Housuke's face turned red once again, but this time for a completely different reason, Daichi clutching his sides in laughter.

"B-Black rabbit? R-really? That-that's the best you've got!?" Housuke would never admit he was pouting- he didn't 'pout'. But... he did admit he was upset... a little.

"Oh, shut up!" He snapped moodily, but even he couldn't keep from smiling a bit at Daichi's contagious joy. It dissipated instantly, however, frowning as Daichi picked up the law textbook from before, giving Housuke a raised eyebrow.

"Really? Haven't you read this one, like, six times? And you've lent it to me twice." He opened it up, flipping rather haphazardly through the pages. "... I literally see nothing interesting at all about this book." Housuke snatched the textbook away, stuffing it into the strikingly red bag he had with him with a huff, ignoring Daichi's laughter.

"It's not supposed to be interesting- especially to someone with the attention span of a goldfish-"

"Hey!"

"-it's supposed to be informative!"

[color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
Daichi rolled his eyes, grinning.

"You really need to chill out, Housuke." Housuke raised an eyebrow, and Daichi just laughed even more. He knew his stiff-backed friend could be a little slow, especially socially (and with 'commoner' sayings), what with his head constantly stuck in a book, but he would've hoped he'd at least know what 'chill out' meant. As they pulled up to the front entrance of the school, he gave his friend a pitious pat on the back, though it only served to confuse him even more.

"Relax, Housuke- think any harder, and your brain might explode." The door opened, and, smirking mischeviously, Daichi all but shoved Housuke out, laughing in amusement as he flailed uselessly, only to fall on the cement quite unceremoniously on his rear. Standing up, albeit a little sorely, Housuke glared at Daichi as he jumped out of the car, circling around to the back as he grabbed his own bag, intercepting Maurice. The somewhat old (but still rather spry) butler had already been told to carry Housuke's things to his room- despite any protest that he could take care of it himself- but Daichi had been extremely stubborn in saying he would take his own stuff. After all, they had already taken him here.

"Thanks for the ride, Maurice!" He called with a wave as he walked off- the butler heading towards the lone seventh dorm- Housuke following moodily after. Daichi slowly spun around as they walked, eyes taking in his surroundings as he went. He didn't even notice Housuke's (*cough*naggy*cough*) voice until the last second.

"... Daichi, pay attention!" And suddenly, Daichi was forced to stop, back thumping into something soft, yet firm with an 'oof'. Turning around, he was met with the sight of a female- one with her back to him, at least when he'd bumped into her, and two boys beside her. Rubbing the back of his head, he stepped back, giving a sheepish grin.

"Ah- sorry about that. Guess I wasn't watching where I was going." Housuke jogged up beside him, before slapping the back of his head, almost reprimendingly.

"Yeah, he's stupid like that." Even while rubbing his head (and with Housuke giving him a particularly withering glare), Daichi couldn't help but grin.

At least he's acting more normal now. He snickered inwardly. Even if he doesn't realize it.

((Akemi))

[size=10]Housuke Odoroki
Housuke pouted slightly at the comment, though he knew full well it wasn't directed at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted as Daichi draped an arm over his shoulders, giving a cheeky grin.

[color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
"Heya! My name's Daichi, and this is my stiff-backed buddy Housuke!" Giving Housuke a hearty shake, he released the male as he gave an indignant cry of protest.

"Alright, alright, chill!" Turning to the others again, he grinned. "We're new here, in case that isn't obvious."

[size=10]Housuke Odoroki
Housuke smiled, though his wrist twitched minutely at the false cheer dripping from the boy's tone.

"Thank you very much. That sounds great." He glanced over at Daichi as the other boy approached, a girl accompanying, but he hadn't really paid attention to what was being said.

[color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
Daichi smiled as well, but the older boy's question was a bit distracting. Dorm six? Wait... wasn't that where he was staying? Vaguely, a mention of gender ignorance when it came to dorms tugged at his thoughts, but he dismissed it quickly enough. If it became a problem.. well, he'd deal with that when and if it came. Meanwhile, he just nodded with whatever Housuke was saying, zoning back into the conversation with a smile, even if the guy in front of him looked like he had perked up a little too suddenly. He would just head to dorm six later- Housuke was already aware of where his dorm was, and on the assumption six was beside seven, he could just follow him later.

[size=10]Housuke Odoroki
Housuke followed after the boy, still aware that his attitude was practically reeking of falsity.

[color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
Though following Housuke was tempting, Daichi paused as he spotted a girl standing a few feet away. She wasn't really doing much- she almost seemed to be staring at the group, like if she stared long enough they'd move. Curious, Daichi walked over to her, though keeping the boy and Housuke in his vague line of sight.

"Hey, there!" He greeted, giving a bright smile of greeting. "What're you standing here for?" Ever blunt, he got right to the point of what he wanted to know.

[size=10][color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
"Waiting?" Daichi questioned, eyes taking an almost childlike curiosity in the girl, though the grin never left his face. "Waiting... for what?"

[size=10][color=darkblue]Daichi Aoi
The girl spoke almost... delicately, Daichi couldn't help but notice. Like she expected to never have to say much, because she'd never speak to the same person twice. Brow furrowing a moment in thought, it only took a split second before he spun on his heel, trotting after the quiet female. He was a good bit less... careful, in the way he went, nearly bumping into several people, but he made it just fine, coming up to walk beside her as she went.

"Where're you headed?" He asked, before, glancing around as if to make a point, his smile took on a vaguely sheepish tone, however brief. "I don't really know my way around here anyway," and Housuke had disappeared with those other students, so that was out of the question. He wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to add that, though it was half-muttered- perhaps it was just to try to make it seem a little less like he was following her because he was curious, and more like because he didn't know where else to go anywa. Well.. that was partially true. She seemed kind of antisocial in a way, though, and he didn't want to tail her without reason if she wanted him gone or something.

((Mighta been a crappy post... it's 12:47 AM, so I'm really tired... See y'all))

((Well, damn. That's.. depressing. Oh, well.. Tiime to move on with life (wonder where Sockrates went, though...))