He owns this school. Behave.
Waylen fell into his office chair and spun a full 180 degrees, taking a look out of the large window that adorned the back wall of his office. It showed a wasteland of charred bodies crawling along beside rivers of lava and being antagonized by cruel creatures. The ageless man waved his hand, causing the image to disolve and show the morning dinge of transylvania - the normal vista of the scchool. He then turned and pressed the intercom button again. "The Dance committee will be formed during the next period. please hurry to class or to the lower student meeting building. A position is open for a student to take care of the morning announcements. The first trip to Sanguin will be this weekend. Register for a Human or animal guise thursday night at the latest."
Randal "Flags" Monstrum
Randal stood up from the wall, dusting himself off and letting the blood that had formed a spike over his arm drizzle down to the floor, creating a pool of red liquid. He flicked his hand clean before saying nothing and heading out of the room.I lost? Bullshit. If that's the way this school wants to paly it, then fine. Don't get angry, Flags. Get sadistic.
Next was a free period, as they had no way to run the slotted "divination" class. Evidently, the teacher had ran off after a psychotic fit. Seeing as he had time to kill, Randal decided to go check on his father.
As he neared the front office, he smelled blood and watched as the glass from the windows lept from the ground, slipping together into solid pains as they reformed in their frames. He also saw an adorable woman who was adorned with pink, and grinned to himself [color=BF580A]"Hello there. New to the school, cutie? Well, makes since. Most everyone is..."[/color]
Tenebris
Brienne shuffled her way up to the front gates of Monstrum's, carrying a thick leather bag along with her and nothing else. Her long black jacket and the hem of her black silk dress trailed along the quartz gravel as she eased apart the thick, onyx gates that were flanked by the two massive gargoyles that marked the entrance to the Monstrum Estates, the border of the asylum. Students flowed like insects about the grounds, rushing to and frow as they moved from building to building. Paperwork to be done, things to straighten out.
The Bogeyman sighed quietly and shuffled along, pulling her collar up to block the stray bolt of sunlight that had hit her neck. It felt like a bullet wound, but she shrugged it off and instead pushed aside the large doors to the front building, looking about for something to do. The girl wandered up to the registrar and cleared her throat before giving the woman working there a short, quiet, breathy sentance "H-hi yes... my name is Brienne Tenebris... of the North American Tenebris family... I-I was told that I was in room fifteen seventy five, and... I'm supposed to meet with a Waylan Monstrum about the specifics to my scholarship."