damion walked up the steps to his new school. he took a deep breathe. he hoped this time he wouldnt be kicked out like his last school. "this year will be diffrent." damion walked through the doors and haded to the maine office for his schedule and room assignment. he walked to his room and took a seat on his bed pulling out his guitar and loudly playing.

Ink was your average 'acing every class troublemaker'. He walked into class everyday able and ready to do whatever the teacher planned and add his twist to it. Today was just you're average day to him though, not much to do but just sit and be a good boy. And so he did, resting his head againsts his palms, waiting for something to start the morning.

damion walked down to his first class. he arrrived very late but sweet talked his way out of trouble and took a seat in the back. he then starting sketchingin his notebook half listening to the teacher.

Ink observantly watched others, not in a stalker-ish way but in a habitual way. He likes to stare at people alot, simply curious to see as to what they might do even though most were way too predictable for their own good. His hearing was very good so he didn't miss a single thing of the lecture nor notes since the teacher justs repeats them all.

when class ended damion was the first out. he rushed to music class with his guitar in his hand. music was the only thing he was really good at. everytime he played he could let out whatever he was feeling inside and let it flow threw the guitar. he sat down in class and began playing everyone looked over at him amazed by how talented he was.

Ink was definitly one of those awe-struck students, being musically challenged. His way was different though, he just stared at the floor and tapped his foot to the music repeteitively.Quietly admiring the music within his mind, making small comments and listening very closely to each chord.

damion finished and looked up to see almost everyone staring at him. he blushed then looked at the ground. he looked up to see a girl looking over at him. he wondering who it was. he then looked to see a boy with his head to the ground. damion smiled at this.

Ink sighed and played around with his one sided chain-like braid, tugging on it and loosening it and then putting it back together. When the class was over, he ran into Damion on purpose so he could just whisper a few words. "You're good. Play more." Was all he could say and then made his way out of the class and into the hallway.

damion smiled and walked to his dorm.

(sorry for the short post im like really tired)

After taking a little side stroll, he went to go check his new dorm again, the large paper being up on the billboard. He checked under his name and saw that yet again he didn't share a room with anyone. Almost always did he get the smallest room with one no one else just him, chill'n alone. Its one of the reason why he doesn't have many friends and yet knows a lot about people surrounding him.

Angelus: a small Knock is Heard at Damion's Dorm Door. and before he has to Bother getting up the Sound of Keys Jingle rings outside and withing Seconds the Door Opens. a Very Beautiful young Blond Girl walks in. pushing her Hair out of her Face as she walks. her Sapphire eyes glow Bright in the Lighting. she is in a very Fancy Armour with a Blade strapped to her Side. witch tells him she is a Archangel {the Warriors of Angels}. her long white wings Wrap around her like a Feathery Cape as she looks over at him.
"they told me i had a Room Mate this year. they never told me it was a Boy. Greetings. i am Angelus Kain"
she says in a Fine Voice. Beautiful and almost Musical to the ears. a very Strong British Accent Dances within this Angelic Voice.
"Would you mind if i have the top Bunk? i prefer to be as High up as possible. and i don't want to seem Rude and Hang My Hammock from The Roof When you where here first"
she smiles sweetly after asking this. her teeth white and Well Brushed they look like pearls

Bryndel Walked up the steps to the main building of the school in a crappy mood. Since she lived alone she never had to deal with a girl talking to much in the mornings but she could certainly hear the dorms next to hers. They were loud and girly, giggling about boys and how wide their wings were getting and what to for today. "Infestations." She murmured under her breath sending a glare to the girl who happened to bump into her. It wasn't the girl's fault she earned a glare but she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh well.

She entered the classroom and watched the demon boy. He seemed calm enough for this totally amazing day. Of course, sarcasm was dripping from the word amazing. She took her seat near the window rearranging her wings so they were held tight against the curve in her back. As class sped by she seemed to daydream rather than be interested in anything the teacher had to say. So when class ended she stood and walked out unconcerned about who was in her way but when she passed one of the rather preppy and cheery girls she could feels the whispers. Bryndel knew not what they talked about but she had heard her name. It was probably about her left eye or her attitude. She hated gossipers almost as much as talkative rats. She looked over her shoulder giving the girl her famous sneer then huffed as if to say 'Your not worth my time.' and walked off to the next class.

After several hours of testing and studying she wandered out of class to talk her break and eat something. She always had to eat something lest her power devour her. It was the contract. Or should she say a problem with having this kind of power. If you had no energy then then power backfired. So eat and be healthy. That's what her parents had told her to do. She found an empty bench near the dorms but under a nice tree that shaded her from the sun. She pulled the bento out from her schoolbag and began to eat slowly and efficiently. Savoring the tastes of her own cooking was a job. One that had to be taken seriously. Bryndel took another serious bite and almost chuckled about the way her face had gone stoic. "I should be a food critic. I would certainly scare the crap out of my clientele." She smirked for a few more moments before letting the moment fade into silence. She finished eating with all speed after that and simply sat on the bench looking out to the sky contently.

"sure go right ahead." damions piercing green eyes meet hers and he cant seem to look away. he feels like he knows her but he doesnt know how. "im Damion by the way." Damion tries but isnt able to cover his thick french accent. he extends his hand hoping that she'll shakeit.

Alice twirled a strand of her hair absentmindedly.
"Listen, I say this to everyone. If you don't leave me alone, I will be forced to smite you," her voice was dripping with boredom and the familiarity of this routine. The guy with tawny wings frowned and stepped away, his buddies pat him on the back. She sighed and stood, taking her book with her. Honestly, was it so hard to find somewhere private to read?

"Miss Desmarais! Hello, I see you've finished with the Odyssey. How was it?" Alice's teacher took the book from her.
"Phenomenal," she replied. "I've just started Ulysses. By James Joyce. It's a bit.. Er.. dull."
The teacher smiled. It felt good to finally have an intellectual conversation with someone about books. Alice was sort of a solitary person.
"That's to be expected. Well, thank you for bringing the book back." He dismissed her with a wave. She left, returned to her dorm, and sat. She felt somewhat dissatisfied. I swear. Why must I always reject everyone that bothers to come close to me? Alice fumbled with the buttons on her jacket, and slipped it off with a scornful expression. She was left in a white tank top. Feeling incredulous, Alice walked out of her dorm and wandered the halls. Oh yes, she'd be caught for walking about without her school uniform. She dared anyone to challenge her right now. Her golden cross bounced on her neck as she walked, with an apparent irritated gait.

Angelus: looks at his hand for a Moment. like a suspicious warrior that knows the Danger of trusting people. but she eventually takes his hand and Shakes it. her touch very gentle and graceful despite the large armored gloves upon them. she pushes her hair away from her eyes with the free hand and smiles again
"Angelus Kain. Archangel and Personal Warrior and Defender of Meka {Meka is the name she uses for The Goddess she believes in. or for better wording. Meka is what she calls the person that gives the orders}. and Youngest Archangel Thus far. it helps that i was a trained Fighter when i was human."
she says and Giggles . after she lets go of his hand she throws her bag with all her clothing up on the top bunk. and throws her sword up their with it. she reaches into her bag pulling out Some black Silk Bra and Panties, Some Blue Jeans, a Black Tank Top, a Blue Denim Trench Coat. and some Black Shoes.
"im taking a Shower. i assume i can trust you not to peek. so i wont threaten you"
she smiles and goes in the bathroom closing the door. she takes off her Armour and under clothing. getting into the nice warm Shower

Damion sits on his bed and takes out his accoustic guitar. he gently strums and gets lost in his music. which seems to happen alot. he starts playing everytime by simple plan and softly sings along. he has perfect key and pitch and almost immediatley forgets where he is right now.

Alice stopped as she heard music. Her face, which had been a stiff mask of sourness, lightened as she listened for a moment. She couldn't quite remember the tune, but she'd heard it before. Hesitating on whether to go into the dorm or not, she quickly opens the doorknob. She sees a guy sitting on his bed with an acoustic guitar in his hand. She swiftly introduced herself.
"Hello. My name is Alice Desmarais. Nice to meet you," her voice showed interest. There's something rare. But then, Alice had always had a connection with music. "I apologize for my intrusion, however I heard music and had to come see who was playing." She bit her lip and excluded her eight years of piano knowledge. She hadn't had the chance to get near one since she had died. The guy could really play, well. She saw him as a sort of challenger..
"That's a nice guitar you have," she said in a softer tone. In only a tank top, she felt like she wanted her uniform back. She didn't want to be caught outside her dorm like this...
Alice brushed her silky blond hair back behind her ear. A casual, though nervous move. He wouldn't be able to tell.. right?

Damion looked up and saw alice enter his room. he shook her hand. "thanks. im Damion by the way." he smiled an stood up placing his guitar on his bed. he grabbed some sweat pants from his suitcase and handed them to alice. "i just thought you were cold..." Damion looked at the ground and felthis face flush.

{Luckyest Guy on Earth. two hot blonds in your room and their Both interested in you :P}
Angelus: walks out of the bathroom in just her pants and Bra. carrying the rest with her as she is drying her long blond Silky Hair.
"I Heard another voice whats going on"
she says coming to stand beside Damion and looks at Alice while She is Drying her Hair. her Sapphire eyes glow Brightly while she looks at the Woman before her
"hi. im Angelus"
she says With a Cold emotionless Voice. she was obviously trying to be nice. but one cold Tell she isent used to being around other Woman.
"i assume you came here after hearing Damion's Amazing music?"
she says and smiles. she had secretly been singing to it in the Shower. but was being very silent. after a few moments of Drying she sat down on Damion's Bed and put the rest of her Clothing on. then reached up on her bed and takes her sword down strapping it to her side. then she starts on drying her wings.

[thats because im awesome]

Damion smiled putting his guitar away. he looked over at Angelus. his dark emerald green eyes gazing into her eyes.

Celestia walked slowly to her dorm after entering the school building late. She was nervous about being in school and wasn't used to being around kids her age. She was having doubts about coming here and earning a very cold glare from a girl she hardly knew was not making her feel any better. She couldn't leave though, it was her idea to come to this school and being the person she was, Celestia wouldn't go back on her word. She walked with her head down, her nervousness getting the best of her. She was so deep in thought about what this year would be like that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going and bumped into someone. Ow, why do I keep doing that? she thought and looked up. It was the demon boy she had seen earlier today, Ink she thought his name was. Celestia didn't know much about him but, he seemed like the sort of person you shouldn't anger. "I-I'm really sorry. Please forgive me," she said. She bowed her head waiting for him to say something.

"Hm?" Ink turned around, glaring, his red and white eyes blazing but only slightly bothered. His gaze quickly softened as he noticed the girl pleas of apology and waved a hand through his hair. "Its alright...are you new? I'm not sure if i've caught you're name." The reason he asked was because he pretty much memorized every persons name in the school, but he didn't know anyone that well. He watches the students so much, but not in a creepy way. In the time-occupying-I-have-nothing-better-to-do way. Sometimes he really hated not knowing something since he collected so much information. Most people stayed away from him because he kept his wings in the insides of his body and only took them out if their was a purpose. So lots of people didn't think he had demon wings at all.

"Hello, Damion. And Angelus. A pleasure to meet you both," she said in all sincerity. She accepted the sweat pants but did not put them on. She wished that she didn't appear rude. "I hope I am not intruding, however I was intrigued in the sound of such beautiful music. I don't hear much of it any more." Her voice was wistful. Angelus began drying her wings and seemed quite comfortable here. Alice got the suspicion that they were friends or something of the sort.
"As I said, I don't mean to intrude. I suppose if you're both busy.." she murmured sheepishly and took a step backward.

Celestia raised her head. He had forgiven her, that was a relief, she hated when people were mad at her. She smiled. "Yeah... I'm new here. My name is Celestia. Pleasure to meet you." She looked the boy over. His hair was silver, a braid at one side and he was pretty muscular. His eyes...his red and white eyes were looking at her. Celestia blushed, looked away then back at him. "Uh..what did you say your name was again?" she asked slightly embarrassed that she had been looking at him that way.

Nathan Karwowski was unlike any other angel in the school. He actually enjoyed coming to the academy to learn about proper angel etiquette since it was in his interest to be the best he could be for whomever he was asked to protect.

That, and he was the oldest angel enrolled...

The age difference never seemed to bother him. In fact, it gave him an edge against the punks who lined the hallways. They had all died prematurely -- or perhaps they had had such a childish spirit that they had reverted back to teenagerhood -- and as a result they all had chips on their shoulders and acted as if heaven had to be as boring and dull as real life school. Little did they seem to realize was that they were in paradise; existence couldn't get any better!

With every glare received Nathan would reflect with a smile. A genuine, pure smile. Whomever was in charge of this academy had plans with him. There was no reason to resent their decision with his past life. He was thankful he even had a past life! There had been no greater satisfaction to fill his heart than the sight of light after the bus hitting him had caused the world to go pitch black. There was no pain, no suffering, and no physical restrictions.

As Nathan was caught up in his mental cloud of thought, with his fingertips firmly pressing his "How to Fly" book against his chest, he walked past a group of students who were idolizing a demon boy who had played a beautiful melody during their music class. While he eavesdropped for a moment, he found their words of praise weren't anything important to him, and so he continued onward down the hallway.

Then a sight caught the corner of his eye.

The guardian-angel-in-training turned his head to look out the window. One of the girls had gone outside and was sitting under the tree. What a beautiful idea! He was also curious to find out what she was doing out there, since the majority of students seemed to conglomerate around the halls and talk about how their lives still sucked rather than enjoy the gift they were given. A large grin jumped on his face and before he knew it he was quickly hopping down the stairs and out the door, his feet leading the way to the tree.

"Hello," the man purred to Bryndel once he approached her. He took a squat while cocking his head to the side, showing much interest in her. "A box of lunch? I didn't know anyone still ate." It wasn't a requirement, but how fascinating of her to appreciate something from her previous Earth life! Perhaps she would be the only other one in this school who respected the luxuries they had been granted! He continued, "My name's Nathan. Mind if I ask what you're eating?"