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Character Portrait: Angel Blood-Rose Character Portrait: Tazuki Kaito Character Portrait: Abigail Levitz Character Portrait: Jeong Lee Character Portrait: Aviur Vasiliev
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Jeong was brief in his cleaning as he heard the bell ring for class to begin. He hurried along to his chemistry class which consisted of more dull material that he had long memorized through his tutor’s teachings. They were then placed into small groups where they did a small experiment to test out the lab equipment and to ensure that everyone knew how to us the chemicals. It was a trial sort of lab to start off the lab.

The raven haired male did not think too much on his friends who were distributed in the other classes as clearly they were not in the same class as him. His cat like orbs were dedicated to the titration of the solution and the disinteresting amount of blue water into the red water. The younger male was much quieter now that his friends had left him, upon meeting the two he had spoken a lot more than he had the entire week that school had started.

He would never mention it to the letters he sent to his sister. She would be so ecstatic but so irritating as she would badger him through the letters. She already pestered him enough through the swarm of letters and the lack of effort he made to write back. It was only the first week, but every day he found at least three or four letters from her. The male missed her as well, he also missed his hometown-but not as equally as his sister.

Cleaning out the utensils after the trial experiment, he glanced over his shoulder. The lab was extremely easy and he and a few other students were done with nothing much to do. There was still at least twenty minutes left before the classes would rotate.


Creases came upon the teacher’s forehead at the tardy student. Although, since many of the students were new here, it was to be expected that they would get lost from wherever they were so he would have to be a bit more lenient. From his desk there was an open book containing the photos of all the students in his class with names and species underneath them. All the teachers had one for referencing purposes and to ensure there were not any doppelgangers mishaps or people avoiding class by using dummies. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“See to it that this doesn’t happen again. Miss Levitz,”he stated before retuning back to the lesson on abstract poetry made by well-known poets.

Aviur was not the most attentive student. He tried his best, half of the time but he could not help but zone out at the teacher’s words. His lids fell off as heavy. He woke up in such a bustle that he needed time to recuperate from the shock of waking up so early. Placing his hand across his forehead to cover his eyes he began to slowly doze off under the cover of extreme thinking. Maybe if the teacher told stories he would be bit more attentive but no-it had to be poetry. A bunch of words stringed together in weird structures that had multiple meanings-in reality no one would actually find the true meaning because only the author knew that which is why he found it a waste to learn such trivial things that were hardly accurate in terms of the poet.