Dove Hums, a boarding school, has something fishy going on--bullies are acting up, and mysterious people have entered the horizon.


Dove Hums Boarding School. It's like a luxury, outside of the school. Looking nearly victorian, almost an elite school. Inside, not so much. Freaks, persay, have entered the school. From cat ears to tentacles, a group of them organized a little organization, to protest against prejudice of how they look. They've gathered together in an art room, Art Room #412. It is a supposedly vacant room, but not anymore, and no one knows the freaks are in there. Bullies are beginning to act up more and more, and they're not your ordinary ones. They're stalkerish-lunatics. The bullies, these ones, will stalk you to your house even and try to hurt you there. They're the ones that will take challenges, and mostly, they're bullying the freaks. What are you going to do? Side with the bullies, or with the freaks? Or even be neutral?

The Oddball Organization: The Oddball Organization is a fairly large organization of freaks that linger around Art Room #412. Occasionally, they will leave to get breakfast or so downstairs then leave to go back up. They protest against prejudice of how they appear.

Name: Cairyn Mathews
Age:17
Gender: Male
Race: angel
Personality: ~later~
Items: A small stuffed purple pentapus.
Height: 6'3
Likes: Being able to fly.
Dislikes: Staying hidden.
Appearance:

Cairyn looked up at the school with a grim look on his pale face. He let out a long sigh and turned for the door of the school, figuring it was about time to head up the stairs to the art room. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks as he made his way upstairs. His back ached from the ties there but he knew better then walking with his wings freed. At least this way his shirt almost looked like it fit.

Cai made his way to the art room and slipped through the door quietly, taking his seat in a chair and looking around at the others there.

Cai looked over and gave a shrug of his shoulder when the girl spoke. "It's pretty quiet in here." He shrugged. "You can stay, i don't think we care." He looked at the others in the room, who were like him, not caring. "Go ahead and take a seat. Your welcome in here if you aren't welcome anywhere else." He touched the purple pentapus on his lap and sighed. "Make yourself comfortable."

Cai watched her draw. "Interesting drawings." He said quietly. "You like the inhuman?" He asked with a faint smirk on his lips. All around a quiet chuckle passed through the others. "You have tallent i'll give you that." He said softly. He ran his hand through his white hair and reached up to push his glasses up his nose. "So.. Why aren't you down with the rest of the students? If i may ask?" He questioned her. "You don't seem too... strange... Mostly the strange come here." He gestured to the others. He himself didn't look too odd, other then the light glow around him and the almost visible halo perched on his white hair.

He nodded. "Ah... Well you are welcome to join us up here. We are always here." He looked around. "We hardly join the other students, and if we do, we aren't alone." He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. 'You can stay with us." He smiled. His eyes lit up when he did. another girl, with strangely green eyes walked over and ruffled his hair. "Your such an Angel Cai." She rolled her eyes

He nodded. "No problem." He glanced around. "Im Cairyn, but everyone calls me Cai or Saint." He said with a shrugged. "It's a pleasure to meet you Letuo-chan." He nodded to her. "This lovely lady behind me is Sasha, but we call her Kitty." He glanced at the green eyes girl. She smirked and nodded. "We all have our little nick names here." He gestured to the others. "They can introduce themselves if they wish." She shrugged. Cai nodded. "Feel free to call us what you want." He smiled.

Cai watched her run off, and return with a wet toy. "Bullies?" He asked softly. He nodded and rested his hands on his own toy, a gift from his since passed little sister. The little stuffed toy was his connection to the young girl. He smiled lightly and glanced back up. "If you set it on one of the heater vents for a few minutes, it will dry off." He pointed to the corner of the room. "No one here will steal it." He added.

Kitty, now perched on the chair's back that Cai was sitting in, nodded. "It's cute. You should dry it off, so it doesn't get ruined." She said softly, her voice almost purring as she spoke.

Cai nodded. Kitty ruffled his hair and smiled. "Saint knows all about that." She smiled and picked up his little toy. "He carries this everywhere." She smiled and dropped it into his lap. Cai smiled and nodded. "I do." He agreed. He stood and walked to a cabinet, pulling out the paints. "Here." He said. "We keep them in here." He pointed another cabinet. "And the canvas is in there." He said softly. "We have everything for art, pencils, paints, clay." He shrugged. "If you can use it for art we have it."

Kitty nodded. "Cai cai is our resident painter. He paints pretty amazing work when the mood strikes." She grinned and pointed to a large painting of Angels sitting on the broken headstones of an old grave yard. The painting looked like the Angels were the souls of the dead leaving their bodies. "He did that one A few weeks back."

Cai smiled. "Thank you." He said softly. "I try... Angels and death are sort of my skill." He shrugged. He watched her run around, finding everything he needed. "What are you going to paint? if i may i ask?" He asked softly. He watched the Canvas, interested in another artists work. Kitty stayed by him, shaking her head. "You might have some competition Cai. Another Painter might mean someone better then you." She laughed. Cai shrugged. "I don't mind, if another artist has tallent then let her show it.