And so it begins

[shadoh]

Freedom, what a foreign word, for her more than others maybe? She's 18, someone who should be out from under the control of two overbearing parents, but this wasn't so, nor would it ever be. The blow of this thought came crashing down upon her, the loss of breath wasn't sudden nor was it really rare or surprising that it was taking place now. But even so, the short gasps that escaped were soon calmed by the soothing thoughts that she was no longer living with them. She was gone, from them, at least for a short time. How long this miracle would last? She didn't know. It depended on the whims pf her parents. No doubt her father would get bored with screwing her mother and turn those black eyes to his only daughter like he always did. It was sick and twisted, but then again no one claimed that her life was filled with rainbow and teddy bears. Their were secrets and darkness shrouding every corner, everywhere she looked something new was trying to bring her back down whenever she found the courage to stand. Her spirit? Was almost shattered. The reprieve this school offered came to late in her opinion, if only she came sooner. The numbness that was now her body filled every waking moment of her life. Breathing became a chore, smiling something she did to reassure others. It was an act. All an act, but it was time to start the show for the day.

The purple and black bed spread was pushed from her body as she slowly stood from the bed. Her black tank top and purple shorts were shed from her body as well as she went to the adjoining bathroom that connected to her room. The purple messy hair that was completely natural stuck up every which way as the shower was turned on and she let herself step beneath it. The sigh that released from that cupid bow mouth was one of pleasure, bright purple eyes closing, and upon opening had darkened many shades. She took less that 5 minutes to wash and shave, stepping from the shower, and throwing her hair up in a pony tail even before it dried. Her hair was naturally pin strait, and she didn't feel like brushing it out, so instead he reverted back to her old ways, before her parents decided to take care in her appearance. They couldn't have a rag a muffing daughter running around now could they? But here? She dressed how she liked. Which is exactly what she did. The black graphic t-shirt went over her head, the ripped jeans over her legs. Black high top converses were next, and now to add the accessories. Cheshire cat ring, along with the simple band she's had forever. The black pendant her grandmother gave her a long time ago was donned around her neck. The black nails grabbed her hat and placed it over her head hooking the pony tail through the slot in the back. Lip gloss was added to shine her lips, and eye liner to accent her now pale washed out purple eyes. Honestly, couldn't they just pick a damn color and stick with it. A look of disgust passed her face as she turned from the mirror, going to her closet and grabbing a random hoodie and putting it on without zipping it up. Her bracelets were next, her outfit done. Why she was getting all dressed up she had no idea. Usually she didn't like it, but then again this was her first day so m aybe she should try and make some friends? "Yea right Angel. Keep dreaming." the mumbling to herself had her shaking her head as she walked to the door where her backpack lay. The desk beside had her essentials, stuffing her laptop, i-pod, and phone then zipping it up and throwing it over her back. It was time to eat breakfast, and she was finally ready to face to day even if her stomach was jumping with nerves like you wouldn't believe. But she'd have to suck it up and deal. At least for today.

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((So I know how crappy it is, but my muse it low and I'm about to watch a movie. So excuse my horriblness. But reply when you can. Her outfit will be coming soon.))

((Edited: Her post has been re-done to my satisfaction! whoot! As is her outfit which can be found Here

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[sorry for the late reply, love. and it's fine. I work with what I can get ^^]

No, no, no... not this again. The boy never expected himself to be at this place again, standing in front of the Gothic, wooden doors of Crisswell Gifted School. The last time he was here, a tragic set of events happened, one of them which kept in a hidden corner of his mind for his chagrin taste only. The fresh scent of that mix breed always invaded his nose, it was a toxin he was constantly reminded of, but he didn't want to be reminded of. The course of events that happened that day inside of the rooms were a dark secret that needn't be told of what it held ever again. The event had spanned long enough to play the hidden of itself into other family events, but that was past he didn't long for anymore, a past that had his frozen heart in two -- figuratively speaking. The woman that once stole his heart disappeared and only became tattered pictures of a forgetful worthy past. But those details seemed to haunt his present and explode in his face, forcing him down on his knees in quiet, lonesome times when he pondered why did this ever happen. Now it was the time again, however, the time he had to serve in this forsaken place. "Why... do I even have to be here?" The glower formulating on his eyes gave him a dark shadow over his features and the already shadowing lines of his covering bangs hadn't helped. The rest of his puffed hair spiked naturally in different directions with tints of faintly oranges, the rest favoring a darkened black. Markus hadn't been one to use eyeliner, but just for fun, underneath the circle of his eyes had covered a little bit of penciled black, not much to be noticed or horribly applied either. The rest of his attire came into a match with a violet hoodie and a darker shade of violet t-shirt underneath the hoodie with highlighting stripes, a set of black pants whose fabric seemed to be in the jean family or almost sister to it and violet converse with white scribblings spelling "Chuck Taylor." Bright lavender's focused intently on the handle of the front doors, pondering whether or not he should go in. His right hand held his black, messenger backpack with the logo "My Chemical Romance" over it. With an exaggerated sigh, his oversized hoodie that covered part of his hand pushed over the oak door before pressuring his body to open it, entering directly into the Great Hall to see people bustling about already, over crowded for his taste. "Peachy." Markus spat the words in a grumble before fixating his next destination: one of the tables that were, to his liking, available. Quickly sauntering towards it, a pair of giggling girls stole over in front of him to sit on the available table, causing a growl accompanied with a hiss to escape his lips, making him spin in his intervals and stride off to another available table where he could sit alone. Although this had scared the giggling group of girls, most of them clapped their hands to their mouths and took several of glances to the boy, going back to their annoying little giggles and probably expressive misbehaviors of how cute this new boy had been.

[shadoh]

((Well I re-did the post! Outfit))

Her footsteps had taken her down to the Great Hall so she could grab something to eat and maybe find a dark corner and whole up their for the rest of her life. Of course she snorted to herself, a hand going to her forehead to rub at the headache already brewing. She was being ridiculous, and she had to grow up sooner or later. Hiding would solve nothing. She'd been through hell and back, and in fact was still vacationing in the fiery depths, so she could face snotty kids and the life of being in High School. Even if it was for the gifted, she doubted it would be any different. What a cliche, but then, weren't those usually always true? A sigh, one that told she was tired and only wanted to lay back down. Instead her eyes moved along the students. She earned some stairs, some from the boys who thought her 'pretty' and some from the girls who thought her a 'freak' by her clothing. Well let them, as if she wanted to be friends with them anyway. Shaking her head, hands finding homes in her hoodie pockets, she looked around to try and find a place to sit. Anywhere that would be a salvation or something that looked liked it, but couldn't find anywhere. That's when she saw it. It sounded as if heaven's chorus had sun it's praises down upon her. One empty table left, it seemed everyone was trying to avoid it, but that was her luck wasn't it? Alone! Blissful alone time. Just what she needed and wanted. So of course she made a bee line toward it, only to find herself up against a brick wall on her way. So close to falling on her ass but catching herself at the precise of moment of doom. Her hat was upset, even as her hand moved to fix it, her head whirled up to see what she had run into, and found herself staring at a boy, who seemed to have found the same table she had and was finding his own salvation. "I'll do rock paper scissors to see who gets the table." Ok, so she was desperate. "Or we could share. Either way, I am sitting at that table. I'll cheat if I have to." She thought she should warn him, maybe honesty wasn't her best policy in this situation.

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[Asphyxia]

A glassy stare fixated on the gloriously available table. The lavender eyes had gazed, marveled and gawked enough at the empty table that the surroundings had melted away into a mesh of distorted colors, discernible enough that it created a cloudy white blur and tunneled distantly into that particular table. The chorus was coming to him, the relief washing in over skin; the dark hole he could sink into was available for him to be swallowed in and isolate himself from the world. The hazy, dream like picture now fractured and cracked into chunks of crystal particles -- his virtual reality warped now into the facing facts, reeling back with a huffed, "Oof!" The lavenders snapped immediately from his straight concentration and circled around his eye socket to fall into this girl he'd bump bodies into. The cause of his reaction immediately was to fleet away a few inches, breezing in the blink of an eye, creating the puff of his hair and bangs to wave from their place and tumble drastically over his left eye with a neat landing. The second reaction was coursed with the show of his sharped whites, reserving his hands to himself, finding comfort in his slim stomach. This creature was insanely feverish for his own snowy temperature, and the heat invading his slightly exposed hand gave him a rude awakening. How could he not foresee this coming? Of course, his distraction had been solid enough to tune out the rest of his senses, vision being the only predominant one. "Mind where you're treading." The signature glower squinted the skin against his eyeballs and exposed only the ravenous, intense stare of his colored eyes. The impact of her words weren't enough for him to pay attention to, but the realization that the table was the one placed in bet had him trapped in a decision. His apathetic behavior, however, hinder his decision enough to answer. The decision wasn't his to make, it was left to her. "Do whatever you want." He simply whispered, his eyebrows encountering in an angry scowl. Her frivolous behavior of persuading him to get him the deal out of the table wasn't intriguing, but laugh worthy. Before she could further create words that weren't important enough for his attention, a few glides took him to the table with blinding speed. With just a human blink of an eye, his tall, lanky frame had already found comfort in the emptiness and loneliness of this surrounding. With a cornering smirk, Markus tilted his head before rummaging into his messenger backpack and sprawling contents from it on the wooden furniture.

[shadoh]

Eyes narrowed at his rather rude comment, and even as he was standing before her, not even before she blinked he was gone in a flash. And, like an idiot, those now dark purple eyes moved from left to right, landing on the table she was just speaking of. And who would be sitting their but the boy who she had just run. The full mouth pointed downwards in a frown, his movements look to be careful and decisive, as if provoking her and wanting her to sit down. A challenge. And what would she go but accept the challenge that he so blatantly set forth with the all knowing smirk and his things scattered all over the table. Raising her chin, she walked over to the table and gently moved his things over to his side as she sat down removing her bag and setting it in front of her. "Since you want to be so rude about it, instead of being civil, then we'll share the table. That's your side and this is mine." Another narrowing of the eyes, as she unzipped her bag, pulling out her laptop and i-pod. The ear buds went into her ears, even as she opened the lid and turned her computer on. Turning away from him, eyes went to the screen set before her instead of him, though honestly his looks did not go unnoticed by her, which only made her even more angry. Black nails tapped a rhythm on the table absently, even as her other hand held the i-pod turning on a song. 'The Used' blared through her speakers and into her ears.

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[Asphyxia]

Colored squares formed a scattering pattern against a plastic board with thick, white lines, shaped into a rectangular form. Atop the board pattern was a glaring black ink designed in scribbled loops making it hard to decipher the colored boxes from the notebook anymore. This notebook personally held deepest memories, darkest emotions from the corner of a forgotten mind expressed in the mindless scratches of a used pen and a clock working hand. It was the usual secure haven for some, the come-and-go muse for others and the easy mind-gearing expense of most. Psychologists believed that when a human idly doodles on the corner of blank to-be-written pages, it means their minds are working and in need of something to do. Most teachers would forbid doodles, shutting down the mind's complicated need for work, cutting off the vital substance to start the day productively. Others, however, wouldn't care without having the slightest clue. And advised personals would encourage such behaviour; some believed it was a concrete, effective way of listening and applying.
Outstanding the inked background were intricate Old English penmanship elegantly exasperated on the top middle of the notebook with the blaring shimmer of gold and lined with contrasting glow. The words conjugated together to spell "Dialann." Inside, the contents held pages of worthy creations expressed through the exacerbated feelings triggered inside of a past, a past full of life and events he once knew to be known as a happy emotion. After these tragic events draining, the winter cold hands brewed up an itch to pair up words into a sophisticated pattern of writing. Metaphor and sarcasm had meshed together into a new creation and into a new being his little demented, darkened head could uphold. It was the best way to describe and lash out his emotions and it was the dawn of a world he could conjugate from his own little mind to secure himself in, creating the outline of a psychopath, pretending that rational, exerted emotions were a simple facade to the world -- understood and comprehended but not deepened. Somehow, he had managed to outlook this into the language part of his outdated brain so the story would be bought but realistically, underneath, the beautiful written language blatantly spoke for it all. The simple dedication and profound usage were signs enough of a well mimicked insanity. Everything had been left behind; it was a copy from someone who'd taught him the ways and he shielded himself in what he knew best: intimidation and anger. Two things powerfully combined to scare and isolate away the things he didn't want to deal with and go through.

A bewildered smile covered his lips now. The estrange behavior was well coaxed into the concentration of proceeding to put away the unnecessary utensils and keep the tattered little notebook into his hands with a handy, elegant gray and silver pen in his hand. It was all he needed, Markus could just easily tune out the whole world by scribbling his mind into the empty canvas that was the lined pages of his notebook. Something stopped him from bringing the pen into the blank portrait though to recreate the picture invading his mind. Instead it was replaced by something buzzing and horribly pitched. The exasperated voice penetrated and shattered--instead of bumping--his thoughts into vexed beginnings. From underneath a nestle of puffed hair peered the unnatural glowing lavenders with the unintended glare. The skin around the left eye had been tightened a little bit more into a forceful skin while the jaw was slackened an eighth and replaced coolly by thinned lips that whispered a huffed laughter followed by the simple shake of the squared shoulders and the disappearance of the colored orbs. In the midst of all the laughter a loud, recumbent cracking sound resounded across the Great Hall causing unknown heads to turn toward Markus and Angel's table. "Really?" A balled fist was planted neatly at the middle of their table and emanating from it were indentures that reached the borders, marking both their corresponding perimeter.

[it's 'decent' u__u I kinda forced this one out.]

[shadoh]

She had been lost in her world. The boy sitting at the same table almost completely forgotten. Her fingers were flying over her keyboard as her lips sung out lyrics, her voice never heard. But it was the slam on the table that had her jumping and turning to the large sized dent. Her mouth made a perfect 'O' as she stared at it, then at the strange boy who had caused it. She had heard him say 'really' and then Bam! Was he insane? Wonderful. She was sitting next to a psychopath who, at any minute, could cut her into little shreds. She yanked the ear buds off and glared at him, completely and totally aware that most eyes were on them. How she hated that. "Honestly! Has no one taught you manners? I hope you have to pay for this table!" Shaking her head she went back to her computer screen but could no longer remember what she was doing. The Ipod was still blaring her music, but in a fit of annoyance she turned it off and shoved back in her bag. She turned to him once more, elbows planted on the table as she gave him a long slow look of his form. "So. What are you? Werewolf? Vampire? Pixie? Fairy? Nymph? Elf? Though if you ask me you the Creature from the Black Lagoon. At least your attitude is." It was all said with a strait face and curiou s expression. She'd probably offend him, but maybe if she did he'd get up and leave. Leave her here with the now screwed up table.

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[Asphyxia]

Markus scanned the features of this girl as they slowly distorted into perfect surprise. The surprise he didn't want. The surprise he was waiting for was fret, but the slow, fuming sill of this girl's expression was enough to soothe his need for social destruction, feeding off of her anger and outburst, stroking his egotistical negativity into a hierarchy uphold on top of the pyramid. He would dominate in an instant. Although women were beautiful counter attackers, and sometimes, just sometimes, people and men in particular had to fear them, they were also easily angered kittens and that was gratitude number one for their own entertainment. It always raised some pride high inside of them and gave them the substance they needed to continue on with an argument even if they were verbally losing.
His same signature scowl took over his eyebrows in a distinct furrow, puckering the skin around the beginning and creasing the skin between them. And although his eyes and facial expressions withheld a disapproving tone, his lips danced into a wonderful pull of a small smile before returning to the pressed, frowning line it had started with in their encounter--after the hiss, of course. His fist retracted from the now cracked table and slid with gliding noise unto his lap before his lanky, slumped frame leaned back into his chair, pulling the frayed notebook further into his interval. "Maybe you should run for council." The tone of voice fell in a low, bass grumble from his lips. The comment had been well executed as a retaliation to her "I hope you have to pay for the table," remark. Markus, although a naturally quiet creature isolated into his own personality and mind had witty remarks to backfire with even if they were briefly spoken words, the only ones he'd probably provide in a well formed conversation. If he really wanted to converse with someone, the boy would be much more social like he ones was out to be, like Lilly had made him to be. But those days were over and now was the time to live in. Even as a highly developed creature as him couldn't turn back time, only in his mind and for brief minutes. the painstaking idea of reminiscing in those times was a phantom, aching pang into his frozen heart. It was better to be alone than in bad company and destiny had a cruel way of giving him company and the perfect example was sitting in front of him, finally distracted with her own antics. The swarming relief relaxed the tense muscles of his spindly body before her voice once again interrupted in his flowing thoughts that were about to be presented in writing against then ow opened notebook. Her question caught him off guard, bring his furrowed eyebrows into a questioning glare instead of a rejecting scowl. His body composure leaned his elbows into the wood of the table with an unknown pressure, his lavender eyes dodging around her before scanning around the Great Hall, watching heads turn away from his death sentence. Her little remark was comical, he had to admit. The rough laughter only rumbled in the depths of his throats, vibrating his tall form slightly, his squared shoulders still intact in place. "I wish. At least it'd get me out of talking to you." Markus often came out as rude, but it was his expressive, blunt nature. Honestly should be utilized at all times regardless of the person, and the vampire boy didn't much care for anyone, his apathetic personality helping him along with his opinion. Lavender eyes disappeared behind pallid skin before revealing in scattered places before zeroing in on her. Not a gentlemen, but he'd figure he could get some humoring out of this small chit chat she was trying to provoke. His lips pulled over his mouth in a familiar form of a hiss before exposing his sharped whites. Hopefully she was smart enough to understand that he was trying to answer her without using words.

[shadoh]

"Well that answers one question." The rude comment had her sitting back in her chair, arms folding across her chest and she watched him. There was so much to see in his face, his actions, even the way he spoke in those short abrupt ways told her a story. And she listened, and read. What a strange strange boy. His comment about her running from council, had a very un-lady like snort coming from her nose, even as her eyes rolled heavenward. As if. She'd never have the guts. In fact, she was acting peculiar even around him. Why wasn't she shying off? Why wasn't she stuttering out apologies and avoiding his eye contact. Instead, she looked him strait in the eye and no where else. "No one is forcing you to talk to me Lagoon. In fact you can leave right now and never see me again." Though with her luck as it was going, she'd probably have him in one of her classes. But the show of fangs had her grinning. Grinning for goodness sakes! Something was definitely wrong with her. Here she was provoking and damn vampire. Happy happy joy joy. "Ah. A bloodsucker. How fitting since you suck out all the pleasantries out of first meetings. I should have known." A light growl worked it's way from her throat as she looked away to the group of girl only tables away who were talking and whispering behind there hands staring at him. She frowned giving him another glance. He was handsome. She'd give him that. Even the attitude he had made him more irresistible. Not that she felt that way. She could resist him easily. In fact she was doing it now. "So, make any kids cry lately? You seem like the type."

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[Asphyxia]

"You'd like that." Markus flaunted an exposing, bewildered grin. Anything to please a woman wasn't checked in his list and his single status gave him all the liberty in the world to terrorize people and women to his liking, which was what he normally did. Of course, whenever they tried to approach him like if he were some extraterrestrial being. A small, insanely denoted chuckle escaped his exposed grin at the mention of "Lagoon." It seemed it would be his new nickname particularly chosen by this gracious young woman for him, and it truly seemed fitting in a way. The way he was comporting in front of her lacking mannerisms, gentleman behaviors or placid sweet nothings was deemed worthy of a horrid comparison towards a monster. He was a monster, however. He considered himself a monster, but he wasn't ashamed of it. He enjoyed every single minute of his sanguine heaven whenever he had the opportunity to feast upon a vital substance to survive and his gruesome desires only grew stronger by the minute. But this particular creature didn't have the right smells of a human although her blood still mouth watered his cold hearted desires with a sparking enchantment. It wasn't strong enough to tug at his act, to pull the strings, to control his movements and actions. Just minor distractions until class could start. His lavender eyes took the denote of her grin, the grin automatically appearing upon his show of his sharp fangs. Of course, no one was scared anymore of vampires. Pity. He expected something along the lines of incoherent babbling followed by frivolous assails and the usual run for the hills. Markus had to realize, however, this school was for creatures, either possessing magic or not, creatures of the underworld like him--once forgotten and left to be mythical urban legends with anticlimactic plots to scare. The usual. Although the disappointment didn't wasn't enough to wash a chagrin taste over his mouth and sour the rest of his features, a low denote began to highlight the intimidating lines of the planes of his face, his jawbone and contours of his cheeks outstanding further than they had been before. A warm feeling swept over his stomach and the smile kept an insanity streak over the glaring glint of his lavender orbs. The smile ebbed into a dull and lifeless line as she kept asking questions he didn't much care to answer anymore. Simply his lips were tired of talking... again. "You tell me. Made you cry yet?"

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She did something completely and totally strange at his last comment. she laughed. Throwing her head back, eyes closed, and a laughter that filled the Great Hall came pouring forth. She wasn't paying attention on how many pair of eyes she had drawn. It had taken her fully by surprise, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. She didn't laugh like this, had never had a reason to. Nothing about her life allowed her to feel joy, or happiness, or just to let lose and feel what it was like to be normal. Well, as normal as a shifter could be. At home, she was shy, quite, timid, and scared for her life. And at this school? She was someone completely different, and it was only the first day. It was changing her, and for the better. When her laughter died down to a few chuckled, she wiped the tears from her eyes and gave the sullen boy across from her a look. "Your funny. I never thought it would be possible, but you are. And such a wonderful insult Lagoon. I applaud you." Giving him a clapping of the hands she shook her head, and straitened in her chair, fixing her hat in the process. "Whoo! So. What's your name anyway? I can't keep calling you Lagoon now can I? Although your probably wondering why I'm even asking? Call it idle curiosity."

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The sudden screech of her laughter swarmed and swirled inside Markus' head with annoying ring. The ring got louder until his senses snapped. What he hated more than company was show off women, and this girl sure knew how to find the things that made his fuse tick like a time bomb. It wasn't enough to make him explode yet, but she was triggering in all the right places, taking him a step further into destroying the whole school, gloating himself with food and leaving. As his lavender eyes scanned in her direction, they disappeared behind a thin film of his pallid skin before his digits curled up against his palm and balled into fists that swept across the wooden, already cracked table. Markus had to remind himself of the rage inside of him, the rage that never won over an amulet to permanently hold back and seal, so he quietly placed his silver and gray pencil down before mulling over her reaction and how annoying it had come forth to him. His lips finally thinned before they disappeared, his tongue swept over his sharp fangs and slightly poked his skin. The sharp pang in his non existing taste buds were enough to register that this was really happening and it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him again or one of the vision controlling students trying to play some sick prank on him. His lips raised enough while still pressed tightly together, the scowls shadowing over the contours of his already shadowed features. "Excuse me, do I know you?" The tunes came out in a sharp little remark before he turned back over his notebook and picked the pen back up before breezing words into the paper. "I rather like Lagoon. It's so..." his eyes scattered around while his neck craned, the wry tone filling his senses and bringing a dry, sarcastic smile over his lips. "Unique." The word hissed over his lips before he turned back to his writing, and the bell rung, indicating it was time for class. The words simmered over his lips as the scowl knitted both his eyebrows together. Slamming his things back into his messenger backpack, the leather bag was swung over his shoulder before he got up and walked away to his first class, which was potions.

[same class for more awkwardness and sitting next to each other? ]

[shadoh]

He was rather entertaining. So many expression moved across his face at lightening speed, you had to watch with a carefully placed look to catch each one. She was annoying him, she saw that rather clearly at his annoyed look, which was soon replaced by a grin. So he liked his new nickname? Lagoon? She shrugged slight shoulders, as lithe fingers picked up her toys and threw them in her backpack. "You like the name. Your choice." She was interrupted by the bell, and before she could do a thing he was off toward his own class. Not being able to help the role of her purple eyes, she stood slinging the bag over her shoulder and shuffling through the people to get to her own class on time and not be late. A quick glance at the schedule in her hand told her she had potions next, which had her making a face. Stuffing the piece of paper that told her how she would be spending each hour in hell, she darted through the throng of people with speed and agility, making it to the classroom just in time. There was a seat all the way in the back, another thank you to the heavens before she nabbed it. She just so happened to look beside her, jaw dropping, eyes widening. "You have got to be kidding me."

((Sounds amazing!

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Markus had found himself in the comforting depths of the corners of the dungeons. Having the best ability of agility to breeze through large amounts of bustling crowds of hurrying students was a gift he breathed to have even imagining himself as some other creature. All of nature's gift given to him were the specialty he took to his advantage and used them well rather like other people.
Once his tall frame sunk into the chair, letting the messenger backpack slide from his shoulder and fall with a resonating thump on the floor, his lavender eyes made a quick skim of the classroom, on his guard to make sure no one sat next to him. The natural gravitating pull between his eyebrows slanted the squint of his eyes and the heart felt emotion of chagrin and inflaming anger surfaced into a luminous glint to his eyes, glowering at anyone eying around his area for a secluded seat. A natural relaxation sagged around his squared shoulders, his spindly arms idly falling next to his form and perching on the actual seat. It had been a relief getting away from everything, especially a girl so strange and so infuriating. If only she had been human, he could obliterate her existence as if she never actually had appeared in this school. Unfortunately, a scent about her had some spicy mixes that Markus was repelled from but other delicious, mouth watering hints that he couldn't help inhaling, trying to depict what they were. Her heartbeat was certainly unnaturally paced but still withheld the beat of a humans. But her scent always threw him off. What was she? This realization caused his head to shake, letting the puffed hair wildly swish around and fall into a paralyzing place, framing his facial features. Why am I thinking about this girl? The skin around his eyes tightened more before a finger prodded through the air and poked around his forehead, his thumb holding around his cheekbones. Lavenders skimmed one last time around, the teacher looked about to start the class. His eyes closed, the bored look overpowering his expressions, smoothing his skin into place before an unnatural heartbeat entered the class. The eyelids creased, trying to shut his eyes tighter, but that heartbeat was getting closer. Inhaling the air surround him, the scent evaded his senses and filled his throat with a thirst but the spicy denote created a similar effect bleach had when inhaled, causing his expressions to pucker all around as if he had tasted something sower. His lavenders reappeared, the heat radiating into his skin was next to him and the simple mannerism turned his head to stare at the a girl. That wretched girl giving him the nickname Lagoon. She couldn't come up with any witty remark other than Lagoon. But thinking about how bad of an impression she had made into her head caused his distorted smirk to corner around his thinned lips. Realizing that she would be sitting next to her until school ended ebbed the smirk in a matter of miliseconds, bringing his eyebrows into a knit in the middle, causing the same disarray of chagrin to wash across his face. As excruciating as the thought had been to torment her while she was near, the effect was harder into his dissociative personality. "Well aren't I lucky? I get to sit with my favorite person in the world." The wry tones came a notch lower than his voice, trying to keep the conversation to a minimum between them, as sarcastic and directive the remark had been.

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The Gods were laughing at her. It was the only explanation that even made sense as to what was happening to her right now. Bad luck seemed to gravitate in her direction, whether she was deserving of it or not. Take her parents for example, maybe if she had been normal, she wouldn't be in the predicament she was in now. Maybe if she was actually smart, witty, charming, she'd have more friends. But she wasn't any of those things, so she'd better just suck it up and deal. But even this was taking it a bit to far. This boy didn't like her one bit. It was so obvious in the look on his face, and the sarcastic tone he used while telling her he was lucky. His favorite person? Doubtful. Which she showed by giving a light snort and slipping in her seat, hands placed in front of her as she fiddled with her fingers. "Am I your favorite person? Well, I just feel so special." One of those hands went to her collar bone, her eye lids fluttered erratically, and a serene smile played at the corner of her mouth. Soon enough her charade ended and she went back to the narrowed eyes in his direction. "Look Lagoon. Let's make this as painless as possible. We'll pretend we're not sitting next to each other, as well as pretend we never met." Grabbing her bag, she threw her notebook down on her table top, grabbed a pen, opened it, and sat strait ahead, refusing to look at him. she wouldn't admit, not even to herself that she found him some what interesting. Handsome? Yes, she had already established that in her head, even if it was reluctantly. So instead she focus on her flaws, which having just met she had seen quite a few. He was arrogant, rude, sarcastic.... and plenty of other things she could come up with if she could just focus. With a frown placed between her brows she looked down at the blank page before her, and with a sigh her hands moved across the page. Lines her formed into a shape, the shape only seemed to grow larger and larger as her pen worked furiously. See! She could ignore him. It was working already.

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