~ ::Heaven's Brigade:: ~

OOC: So do I. x3

Edit: Oh dear God, this morning I was confused. *Fixes post* ;~;



I looked up at his hair and tilted my head again, leaning up and smoothing my hand over his hair.

"Better, yet?" I asked, keeping my hand there. "My name is Chrysten. C-h-r-y-s-t-e-n."

I laughed a bit and moved back hand down to my knee.

"When did you come here?" I asked him quietly.

 

Ame hid her face behind the book so that way people didn't notice her she didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment

 

The teacher walked in the classroom Oh wait...I'm new here I better not have to do an introduction she thought slumping down into her chair

 

"A reputation...? And what would that be?" I blinked at him, my eyes glued to his. "I just moved here."

"Really, now? And what if he asks where from?"

I looked down at the floor and stared at my shoes, not thinking about it.

 

Iniabi walked into class late. "Sorry I'm late." He laughed nervously scratching the back of his head. "I'll just, you know, go sit down." He announced. The teacher gave him a 'you do that' look. He took his seat behind Ame.

OOC: sorry I'm late XD

 

Ame started singing to herself http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg4AGSYjT84 OOC: It took me 15 min. just to find a video with this version of Listen to Your Heart

 

This is very Interesting Poppy :]

Name: Taffy

Age: 16

Appearance:http://th06.deviantart.com/fs5/300W/i/2004/274/7/c/Anime_Girl_In_Pool_by_JonnyBalls.jpg

Bio: At the age of 13 she was involved in a train accident, which killed both her parents, and left her paralyzed for 3 years. She was moved with her Auntie, who lived in Mikele, to continue her treatment. In her treatment, she discovered a talent she had, a talent to draw. Not just draw, but to copy almost anything that catches her interest. So she spend the two years on her bed, sketching. Her treatment ended and she was finally able to walk again. Her Auntie was aware of her weak knowledge and sent her to Yuuku academy. Taffy always carries a thick sketch book around with her. She always smiles and has a great imagination. Sometimes she wonders off into space and sometimes she laughs for no apparent reason, but she never stops drawing anything that catches her interest.

Weapons:http://www.spyemporium.net/protection_products_stun/protection_products_stun_knife_pen_mp011.jpg

Student or FTGG?: Student

Might if I join?

PT-Chan​

 

OOC: Missed the beginning too busy to read, recap please then i'll try to keep up this time.

 

Ricky walked into class, he didn't care if he was late or early and it wasn't really important if he was seeing how he was ontop of all his school work. He assumed his role as a quiet individual on the back corner seat by the window where he tend to sit. He kept his jacket slung over his shoulders like a mafia member. He sat and lent his head onto his hand as he gazed out of the window.

 

"This is getting boring...when does class start anyway" Ame said to herself

 

Yay~ I'll add you, then I'll edit this post. >>​

 

Ooc: ._.

 

OOC: Or not. Meh...

I turned away and looked back to the front of class just as the bell rung. Moving my backpack closer to my chair, I leaned back and blinked quietly. I felt my hand travel back to my pencil and I sighed slightly, brushing more hair out of my face as I bit my lip and began to doodle again.


"This is going to be a long day, isn't it?"

 

I lifted my gaze from the desk and my face instantly went hot, my eyes meeting Grey's for a moment before he looked back at his desk.

"Weird boy, he is..."

"Shut up..." I murmered, glaring hard at a doodle of a baby seal, trying to make the blush go away. I wondered when class would end. I didn't need this stuff. I didn't care much for English, or for any of the other classes society would be forcing a girl..."my age" to go to. What was the point?

"When they're dead it won't matter who went to college..."


"Shut up!" I yelled, glaring hard at my desk. The teacher went silent, an expression of shock thrown onto their face. The blush returned, now more our of frustration as I gathered my things and ran out of the classroom.

 

Ricky watched a classmate stand up and run out of the class with her things. Odd... he thought before returning his gaze out the window as a small yellow bird, which belonged to him, flew passed the window to glide to the roof where it tended to wait for Ricky to get out of class.

 

I stumbled out into the hallway, stuffing my books and notes into my bag as I headed towards the library. I would surround myself with peace and engulf myself in a few books. Maybe then...Maybe then it'd stop...

I had made it a good half an hour through the large school, traveling through groups and crowds of obnoxiously loud people before I finally found what I was looking for. Two large brown oak wood doors, opening before me. The library. It was huge, maybe as large as ten full sized classrooms together. The shelves sat high about me against a wall, book after book stacked upon them.

This was a good place, I decided. I sat down on a chair, picked up a book laying face down on a chair and began reading. And for once, my mind went silent.