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He let out a small smile as he was noticed and Kiki bounded on over. His taller form smiled down at her and he squeezed his arms around the Scout's body as she gave him a surprsingly tight hug. He had been to her house enough that he knew how to serve himself, so he took the mug that she offered and he nodded. "Heh. It's nice seeing you again. I forgot how tight you can hug, even if you're only as wide as a twig, heh..." He mused quietly, gently refusing the hot cocoa pack and putting it back where she got it from. "Nah, I'll fix myself a cup of coffee." He promised with a small smile, puttering around the kitchen and looking at thsoe sitting next to her. "Yeah, Kiki's quite the social butterfly, isn't she?" He said with a little chuckle, leaning his gun in the corner but keeping his gloves on out of sheer habit as he made himself some instant coffee. As he waited for it to heat up, the door announced that they were having some visitors. He raised an eyebrow and looked at them, watching the girl walk in. She didn't seem the friendliest, that was certain, this girl, and what was more is that she had brought a child here with her. A child. Hawkeye was not good with children in the least, and waited until he could feel Kiki's pulling gaze asking for his opinion. Holding his burning mug in his gloves, he looked over and offered his best fake smile. "C'mere." He said softly to the little girl, casting Kiki a knowing gaze to capitalize on his absense with the little girl for a bit and talk to he woman that dropped her off. He grabbed her hand surprisngly tenderly with his large glove and tugged gently down a hallway. "You must be pretty tired. There's a sofa you can lie down on for a while back here." He said, basically pulling her out of the room towards the sofa at the end of the hallway. As they arrived, he picked up a blanket and offered it to her.

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He arrived blood-splattered but happy. Just having protected a group of mechanics that had asked him for cover as they salvaged engines out of a newly-found junkyard, he had gone through at least four magazines defending them and had to actually begin to defend himself from those that had followed the sounds of his gun to attack him. He had carefully cleaned his gloves and wire already, so he swiftly made a pit-stop at his modest home to change out his sniper gear. He looked relatively the same, with his gun slung along his back and his gloves still on, though his camoflage clothing was replaced with a thin hoodie and his military t-shirt. His pants remained the same, the same army-like pattern on them. He knew where he was going, and he also knew that he was not going to ask for breakfast when he got there. He had heard the news about the new refugees when he was out and had forgotton to check on them, so now this was his time. He knew Kiki from his childhood-they were excellent friends and excellent partners. He smiled as he approached her door, rapping softly on it before peering his head in. "Hey. Just got back from a mission up on the Surface, decided I'd come check on you. I see you have a visitor, though. Hope you're doing okay, both of you. How are the refugees doing?" He asked, slipping in and standing by the door in case she was to tell him to leave. His blue and brown eyes looked over the pair, attentive as he offered a small smile. He worried about Kiki, despite the fact that he knew she was strong and she could take care of herself; he always felt, though, that it was his duty to just be a little...protective. So that's what he was doing. He would check in every so often, and that's how he planned to continue~

"Holy...!" He nearly burst out into a profanity, Alexei, as he saw that floating book grow eyes and a mouth! He looked horrified as it solidifed into a cat and whined quietly, not liking this at all! It was invisible! He pressed his back against his seat, eyes wide as his hands clutched at the table. 'Oh, calm down, you freaking spaz. He's not going to eat you or anything.' His mind scolded gently and he nodded, opening his notebook and looking up at the teacher. He scribbled the date in the upper left-hand corner, careful about how he wrote it so that he'd be able to see it at a glance with just opening his notebook. He scribbled down 'magic' in his scripty handwriting in the top of the paper, the very top, running his hand over the paper a few times to smooth it out as he indicated a little line where he'd start writing.

Sam could already tell that this was going to be a long year if he had to deal with this....thing every single class period. As he appeared, that feline nightmare, his eye twitched a little bit (the right one, his blue one) and he nearly growled. He just didn't like the way this boy was. He had an urge to force him down into the seat and coat him black ink so that they could always tell where he was. He didn't say anything, though, just faced forwards to the teacher and, in the little box in the top, right hand corner of his page, he wrote his name, the date, the teacher, and the subject in a sharp blend of cursive and print. He looked over it and smiled a little bit, liking how he wrote. He wondered absentmindedly what they were going to be learning about today and tried to ignore the urge to throttle and bury the Cheshire boy.

I'm not saying he'll be all 'COMPLETE IGNOOOOORE' but he won't be all *fling* 'I have a strange, inherent attraction to become best friiieeends~'

IKR? But it's cool for you to join. Hope you don't mind this whole 'aloof and not caring' attitude from the characters. I'm trying to sort...

Hey! Whas' up, girl? x3 I'm happy you're on the site, and super happy we can roleplay. I'm sorry I've been so busy and unable to call. D:

This is intriguing. I will definately read those. c:

I am so aware that it's crazy. The crazy gene runs in my family, so I've done plenty of research and I know a lot of neurological disorders and their symptoms and how prone I may be to them. I have a mild case of paranoia, myself.

EDIT: I did not mean to make a pun in that first sentence.

Where was the teacher? He had to be in here, right? He HAD to be here! If he wasn't, what was going to happen?! The room could delve into chaos, the air could turn into Radon and they could all get poisoned, or even butane and someone could maybe make a spark with dragging their table leg and the room'd combust and the school would burst into flame and the unholy magic would keep their souls in the classroom and they'd remain there for all eternity until someone came to investigate, then they'd-STOP. His mind yelled, irritated with his course of thinking. PAY ATTENTION. It demanded and he obliged, nodding and twitching as someone said hello to him. "Gaah!" He yelped in startled surprise, hand suddenly jerking of it's own accord. If he'd been holding something, it would have hit her. He blushed and put his elbow on the table, resting his face on it. "I..uh...hi. Hi." He said with wide eyes, then looked away from her.

Oh, hey. Another person. The boy's nose lazily twitched as he learned towards her as she entered. He registered it in her brain along with a snapshot of her features with his photographic memory. As she spoke out, he looked up to her only to see that she'd looked at both of them. Which one had she spoken to? He waited for a second but the other boy had his eyes squeezed shut like he was contemplating something. "Oh, hello." He said, a smile illuminating his features for a moment. His deep voice had echoed out at the same second as the other man's, overpowering it in a certain aspect but also getting overpowered in another by a strange quality in the other man's voice. They could both be heard, to put it plainly. He turned back to his table and set down his notebook upon it, opening it and taking out a pen, shaking it once before beginning to draw a little, rough ink sketch of the front of the room. It was only a couple inches long in the bottom corner of his paper, just something to preoccupy him while he waited.

You're great. Hah.

That IS creepy! D:

OH MY GOD. I would have freaked out. And man, Alexei and Sam are soooo different.

He was staying right here. He was not going to leave or do anything. The poor kid nearly had an anurysm when all this went down with the gingerbread house, and was already basically hyperventilating over how all the table were moving everywhere. "Oh, my God." He said, clinging to the edge of the table as he just stood there. He was extremely terrified of this classroom. Things are floating everywhere! What if I fall off or something and destroy my arm or ...or....break my leg? He thought frantically, fumbling with his little tea thermos before taking a drink with wide, flicking, paranoid eyes. It helped him calm down and he actually managed to stop hyperventilating. His eyes were wide and he looked out of the window, getting startled by an owl staring at him. 'Owl!' His mind noted and he nodded. They were so creepy! He hated owls! He'd watched The Third Kind about a month prior and realized that owls were the harbingers of getting abducted by aliens. I don't want to get abducted by aliens! Oh, my God! What if they do tests?! Eventually, he calmed down once again. "Shut your mind down a little..." He mumbled quietly to himself, though his fingers were still tapping like lightning on his jeans..

Man, this kid really needed to calm down. Sam gave out a little yawn, still resting in his own wall of the room until he went over and took a seat on a chair he'd managed to wrest from it's floating state. He watched as the spastic kid also did the same. Sitting down, he watched all of the people coming in lazily with his heterochromic eyes-the blue and the brown, so different, analyzed each person as they came by, his nose twitching every so often when he caught an unfamiliar scent as he registered it in his brain. He scratched at his ear a little bit with one of his hands, stretching and allowing his spine and bones to crack a little bit before giving a little roll of his shoulders and neck, ready for the class. A notebook was on his lap and a few pens were stored in his pocket in case he needed to take notes.

Hey! I'm posting right now.

Basically, I just think that it's a matter of personal morals. Becuase I'm a Christian (and I don't want to take the chance of getting some kind of disease) I think it's morally wrong and stupid in the first place. A night of pleasure for what cost? Potentially getting syphilis, maybe. I don't know.

He walked into the courtyard as if it was a beast ready to devour him. A bag was slung over his shoulder and his eyes were wide, the paranoid eyes that flicked around the place as if everyone was staring at him. His grayish-black hair, tinged with craggy shoots of brown, moved gently in the wind as he swiftly walked through the courtyard. Headphones rested in his ears, playing some music as one of his hands was shoved into his pocket, the other one nervously it's thumb against it's index, middle, ring, pinky finger again and again. He mouthed the words to the song to himself, his brown t-shirt a little frayed at the hems but still good nonetheless as it covered his lithe, 5'10" form. Keep me clo-ser, I'm a la-zy dancer... Sure, he could sing and talk well in his mind. That was great. He sure couldn't do so in real life, that's for sure. In his mind, he could do anything. He imagined him disappearing and reappearing in his dorm room, bypassing the deadly risk of anyone daring to talk to him. His back was weighed down by a black satchel he wore strangely, pencil sticking out of a hole in one of the pockets. His pants shifted, as did his painted Converse, as he swiftly padded through the courtyard, towards his dorm building. So far, no one had dared to talk to him. That was good. No one had noticed him, hopefully. His zebra-painted headphones (he'd done them himself) shifting gently with the hurried steps he was taking. Fishing out the key from his pocket that he'd recieved when he got in the school, he heard the announcement! Fifteen minutes! He began breathing hard, fidgeting with his key in his dorm when he realized it was the wrong door. Oops. He scampered over to his, nearly face-planting in the process as he slipped in and slammed the door shut. He fumbled with shaking hands for his tea thermos in his satchel and brought it out, taking a draught of the stuff to calm himself down. "C..Calm...Calm...Calm..." He whispered to himself again, focusing on his music before he turned it off and stuffed the player in his back pocket. "Magic. Go. Go to magic right now." He ordered himself and he obeyed, taking the thermos, along with his backpack, out of the room with him. He looked nervous, like someone was watching him, and he peeked around and habitually tugged on a loose quet of his loose, crazy-looking hair. He ignored everyone on his way to the magic class, slipping between people and between people and whatever he needed, eyes plastered on the ground in front of him. He arrived before long, trying to worm his way in and find a seat near the back without anyone seeing him. Perhaps this would be a good year.

What a weird looking kid. The wolf was walking towards his dorm when he was cut off by a scampering little guy that reminded him of a mouse or a jackrabbit or something; he was twitchy and he looked like he was running from something. Out of habit, the 6'5" boy, tall for his age because of an unfortunate condition, looked in the trail of the rabbitboy and didn't see anything. He shrugged and gave the sky a small smile, tapping his fingers on his jeans as he gently walked along to the slow beat of his music, looking very...calm. He was happy today, he got to go to a new place; he always enjoyed the prospect of new places and how he could make his imprint. He got in his dorm and immediately breathed in the air inside, familiarizing himself with the scent and flopping onto the bed. He smiled and rolled on it a little bit before he heard the announcement, nodding to himself. His black t-shirt and gray shorts ruffled in a bit in the temperature change between the dorm and the outside, the man clutching his backpack in one hand as he walked towards, behind that scampering boy, towards magic. Though he didn't look like it, the combat-boot adorned werewolf liked magic, poetry, that kind of thing. He wasn't one for...sports, per-se. He yawned as he approached the door, inadvertantly showing off his pearly white fangs as he wiped his eyes, a little tired from his late night last night. Those eyes, nearly white and earthy brown, flicked around the room until gravitated towards a seat near the window, imagining the nice, radiant cold that would be coming from it in the winter. Perhaps this would be a good year.

Puppeteer: {Of Pride And Other Things}
Name: {Alexei Klee [pronounced Clay]}
Former Self: {March Hare}
Gender: {Male}
Age: {17}
Race: {Hare Shapeshifter}
Student/Teacher/Staff: {Student}
Personality: {He’s quite, quite twitchy. He sometimes tries to get close to people though it more often than not fails because of his...strange actions. He hates how it is, he does, but he realizes that he can’t change who he is. He just kind of deals with it.}
Picture I.D.: http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z155/NeonStarshine/anime/l_3448737745f560a4c711ac6c40f8d8ae.jpg http://i868.photobucket.com/albums/ab244/Fronkenstorm/MaRCh_hArE_by_ImYourNumber1Moron.jpg
Breif History: {He’s always been like this. Ever since he was a kid, he was loud and twitchy and paranoid and had a tendency to throw things. His parents put him on ADHD medication and also Tourette’s treatment; however, this does nothing to help whatsoever. It never did, so he quit. His parents never told him not to; they knew it wasn’t doing any good, as well. They tried to do all they could for him and eventually, they succeeded when they gave him some tea and it really calmed him down. After that, it’s required that he has a thermos of the stuff (but only if it’s scalding hot) wherever he goes, so if things get really, really bad, he can go ahead and use the teacup-lid to drink it. He’s going to try and live normally at the school, try and just get an education so he can make it in life doing something that doesn’t require him to be with...people.}
Likes: {Playing cello, drinking tea, throwing things, doing archery and rifling, doing art.}
Dislikes: {How twitchy he is, most people, mean people, spiders, crowds.}
Weapon of Choice: {Rifle, boomerang, or anything else he can throw.}
Magic Abilities: {Leaf Flurry-he can call a hail of spring leaves and pollen to blast his opponent, making it difficult to see and breath. Mushroom Bombs- he can cause small, red-and-blue mushrooms to come up from the ground and explode in little explosions. Nothing reaaaally big. Burrow-He can cause the earth to become super soft so he can dig in it using magic and hide himself down there. It’s not especially useful, but it can be sometimes.}
Theme Song: {Saccharine Love Theme}
Other: {TWITCHY}
-end of first profile. baah baaah black sheep.-

Puppeteer: {Of Pride And Other Things}
Name: {Samael Corinx}
Former Self: {The Big Bad Wolf!}
Gender: {Male}
Age: {17}
Race: {Werewolf}
Student/Teacher/Staff: {Student}
Personality: {He’s actually quite a nice guy if you get to know him. However, years of him hurting people have resulted in him becoming no more responsive than a dead dog. He doesn’t actively associate with people, just kind of brushes them off every chance he gets. He’d much rather be reading in his dorm than be associating at a concert in the courtyard. Despite this, though, deep inside he wants to find someone that he can just talk to. He wants someone to break through the shell and make him open up so he can talk to them in the library for an hour, or walk along a snowy road, just talking to them.}
Picture I.D.: http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i215/snowdrift_2/Male Anime/Doomed_Existence.jpg http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z60/mikeyamusic/Wolfman.jpg
Breif History: {It started ever since he was a kid. He always liked meat more than other kids and was always stronger, better, faster; still, he had tormented dreams and had terrible insomnia. It was after he hit puberty that he started changing and his parents locked him in the basement. He tried to keep a normal life but, alas, it’s difficult when you turn into a monster every full moon. He also turns whenever he gets really, really mad, is wounded, or is extremely hungry. Since then, his parents figured that if they sent their son to this school, maybe he could gain control of his powers. It’s not so, though; he can’t learn to control it. It’s impossible.}
Likes: {Beef jerky, dog treats (don’t tell!), the snow, alligators, nudibrachs, art, writing, singing.}
Dislikes: {Other werewolves, how hungry he gets around gore and prey, his temper, people who think lycanthropy is wonderful, full moon nights.}
Weapon of Choice: {His fists.}
Magic Abilities: {Moderate control of darkness, ice, and sound.}
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRnulrnIYgY&feature=autoplay&list=TLkMDUoMyx2M8&index=6&playnext=2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we_czU9sJ3g&feature=relmfu
Other: {He doesn’t do well with temptation.}

-I apologize for my late posting. Grandfather needed a quadruple bypass and he's refusing to do it. So, yeah. D: Things are better now.-

"That'll rot your teeth, Vice." A voice spoke from next to the girl, the leader of the Reapers standing there in his typical garb. The softspoken man slid into the booth, lying his large hands on the table and tapping his ring finger absentmindedly as he raised one hand to take a drink from a coffee he'd bought elsewhere. "It takes a long time to get used to children dying, but it's all part of the balance of the things. Nevertheless, I don't think anyone can truly get used to seeing a litte girl die." He said quietly, his eyes doing, like the other girl's, their own thing as he talked to the pair, flicking around the cafe and the decorations.