Sarah Cartwright

Sarah sat at her desk in the left corner of her room sketching. She was drawing a simple tree that was outside her window, and it was going along well enough. She glanced at the clock, seeing she had a little bit of time before she was going to watch a movie with her friends. She could smell something good coming from the kitchen, she assumed Sera was making some sort of treat. She tucked her hair behind her right ear, and finished up the tree, cleaning up its edges. Sighing she put it in the pile of her other drawings, and wandered out into the living room.

She was the first girl to find herself to the couch, and she plopped down in the corner of it. Making herself comfortable, she curled up somewhat, tucking her legs halfway under her. Her arm leaned on the soft arm of the tan coloured couch. She propped up her head as she waited for the other girls to fill in. Sera was last to come in, carrying a tray of what looked to be mini cakes, and she held up the movie in the other. It was a horror movie, which Sarah didn't really mind, though she would've preferred the comedy.

The cover of it looked somewhat cheesy, Sarah agreed that it did look a bit fake. Drifting into her own thought for a bit, she hadn't notice the TV malfunction until Sera said something.
"Maybe one of you should look at it, I'm not really good with these things."

Sarah stood up, trying to be helpful, though she didn't really know much either.. "Hmm.. I can try.." She paced over to it, firmly staring at it. Shrugging, she then gave it a smack on the top, which sent a fuzzy line to run down the screen, then it continuing to glow. She frowned, taking a step back to give it another look.

Storm Archer

Storm let out a sigh, throwing another crumbled up peice of paper to the wall as she couldn't seemed to find intrest in what she was writing. Honestly, how hard was it to write about a girl, a demon, and a runaway experiment?! Appearantly, pretty hard. Throwing her idea book to the wall out of frustation, she stomped her way to the living room to already see Sarah there. She sat on the other end of the couch with a sigh as she needed some kind of inspiration.

"Before I put this in can anyone tell me who chose the horror movie over the comedy at the video store? I don't remember there being a vote." Storm pushed her hair behide her shoulders as she raised her hand.

"Guilty as charged my friend!" Storm teased as she slowly relized at some point the others had came and sat too. Watching the TV suddenly become fuzzy, Storm sighed.

"Maybe one of you should look at it, I'm not really good with these things."

Storm just looked at Serafim, tilting her head as if saying in her own way 'I have no freaking clue how to fix it.' She looked at Sarah as she got up to try and fix it. "Maybe a mouse did bit the cord. Sarah, try and unplug the cord!" Storm sat up, leaning forward with a rised eyebrow. "Or maybe try another movie. I have a few anime ones in my bedroom..." Storm offered, getting up after eating one of treats.

C.C.

Chloris sat up in her bed. The other girls were out and about the dorm so she figured she'd join them. She grabbed her laptop and sauntered out to the others, plopping her lanky form in a chair, snuggling the fabric.

"Before I put this in can anyone tell me who chose the horror movie over the comedy at the video store? I don't remember there being a vote."

"I don't either, bro but it's all fake anyways." She gave a half grin as she reached over to the table and took a teacake. "But anyways, I really don't care." She said, biting into the little cake. She gave a purr like noise and took a couple more. The TV became fuzzy and she set her laptop down.

"Maybe one of you should look at it, I'm not really good with these things."

"I'll do it." she got up and knelt beside Sera, looking the thing over. "Nothin' looks broken... It's probably the bad movie, guys." She stated, leaning back on her hands. "That's alright, I suppose... You guys cool with Stormy's anime?"

Hilary Vartiter

It's a strange thing, not existing. The absolute nothingness of it, and with that great emptiness, there is the feeling of being everything. That is of course, if one existed enough to feel anything in the first place.

But then, out of the ever changing null, things began to pull themselves together. Similar to the way bits of dark matter clumped together to form the universe, solar system, and everything else in an explosive big bang, Hilary and his companions were conceived in a relatively flashy manner. Albeit less explosive than the Big Bang, but flashy nevertheless. Very flashy, actually. Of the blinding-white variety.

It's even stranger to exist. So many things in one place, all things ripe and swollen with possibilities. Hilary acknowledged this, but didn't particularly care. The fact that he was here, in this place, right now, out-shined everything else. 'Hey... I have hair...' Hilary reached up and briefly touched one of the dull locks that fell into his face. And clothes. Clothes were always a plus.

Finally taking his attention off himself, Hilary scanned the room. There were other people around him, but he wasn't too sure what he was supposed to do with that information. In the end, Hilary sat himself down, still confused as to what he was supposed to be doing, and not really caring about the others at the moment.

It wasn't like people mattered anyways.

Feeling a sort of tingling over his body, that he didn't exactly recall having, Ashton felt himself being torn apart and put back together. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn't say he wasn't slightly enjoying it. One moment, he was somewhere, the next he was another, not knowing what or why. He felt a pressure in his head, and everything around him was a blinding white light. Was he dying? He didn't even remember living. The preconceived knowledge he hadn't remembered learning was all that was keeping his sanity, and suddenly he felt his eyes shoot open, and adjust to the change.

He was material. He was something solid now. He clenched and unclenched his fists, staring at what his mind told him were fingers. Beside him stood other boys, who he didn't remember meeting, but he felt very close to them. He could tell you their names. Which he then wonder what his own name was. Ashton. He thought, glad to know his name at least.

Looking around the room, he realized they weren't alone. Four very shocked girls stood staring at them. He swallow, hard. Feeling cautious, he stiffened his posture a little. They all seemed to be sitting around a TV, which he made a connection that he'd come from. Hillary then sat down, and Ashton backed up a bit, into a wall.

Hitting the wall startled him a bit, which caused him to sneeze. Which he'd then realized, was bad. Suddenly after his sneeze, the TV that had been behind him combusted, falling into pieces on the ground, luckily not hitting or injuring anyone. He froze, somewhat shocked, he assumed that it was his fault that'd just happened. "Uh.. S-sorry.." he stammered out, still a bit shaken up by everything.

Arie Kirkland
What was he even doing beforehand? Reading? Enjoying the sound of chatter around him as he listened to everyone talk? He didn’t even know. But one second he was sitting, minding his own business, when all of a sudden everything went white. And then pitch black. White, as in the purest of light that you can find. The type of light that many see when the tell of dying and ‘seeing a dark tunnel leading into bright light’. Except it went from Arie’s colorful world to white. There was no tunnel, no warning. Nothing. He got the sense of being pulled, pulled into the darkness that followed the light, as if chasing it away. Think of walking into a darkly lit house after standing in the bright sun. It looks odd and dark only because of the fact that human eyes take longer to get used to new surroundings than other animals, like cats. Think of that, and then think ten times worse. Arie wasn’t in the sun, he was blinded by light. And then swallowed by what he thought was darkness. Unnerving, that was for sure. But, almost as soon as it started, but really to him it seemed like it lasted forever, the journey was over.

Landing flat on his back, Arie wrinkled his nose and rolled onto his stomach, finding 4 young girls, roughly about his age staring at him in shock. Oh? he thought with a mental grim smile, glancing at each of them before sitting up fully. Now what the hell happened? he groaned lightly and tilted his head down, avoiding all the gazed being bored into his skin. God, they made him feel so….dirty. And uncomfortable. Just…stop staring at him, please.