Faudi Rens's Story

Faudi snickered into her hand, her eyes dancing with glee and mischief as she watched Hanone squirm and Masaru uncharacteristically laugh. She smirked, sliding her index, middle, and ring finger along his forehead, taking most of the remaining makeup with her. She then slid them under his eyes, like old war marks, and laughed once more. "There, much better, wouldn't you agree, Masaru-kiva?" She looked up at him with a childish smile.

However, it immediately dropped as the Prefect's voice reached her ears. Immediately she got up and walked straight towards her, murder written all over her face. She crossed her arms, blocking the girl's view of Masaru momentarily. "You're the leader of the pathetic group. Amaya, right? Here's a bloody brilliant idea. Do your job right. You and your group are always harping at everyone for not giving you enough respect with your job. Yet you couldn't help but run off and let one of us get mobbed anyway?" Her voice was hushed but venomous.

The vampiress' eyes shone fiercely, and she then turned from her, returning to Han-chan silently, glaring daggers and any other sharp object straight into the girl's being. No doubt Masaru would chide her on it, but she hardly listened anyway. She was just lucky that she chose to grab Masaru's attention from the start. But that didn't mean Faudi didn't have a trick up her sleeve for once she was done speaking with the head. Her attention turned back to Hanone, and she finished cleaning his face.

And then Masaru went to meet her, silent as ever. Unfortunately, just as she feared, they decided to take it outside. But not like she couldn't get at her later.

Expectation - oh, it came in handy so often. Amaya didn't even flinch as Faudi advanced towards her. Instead, she stared right back at her, eyes blank and expression indifferent. She knew of the girl's attitude and personality. Actually, she knew so much more about the vampires than they probably knew she did. She knew their favorite foods, when they slept and when they arose, how quickly they dressed, who was most respected; the list could just go on and on. The thing that vampires didn't seem to understand about perfects was the fact that their job wasn't only to try to protect the day class: it was to understand the night class. They had to know what each vampire's next move was, who they were likely to attack, what to do if in danger. The responsibilities were endless.

And this bitch dared to hiss at her.

"Shall we?"

The blonde hadn't been paying much attention to Masaru, per say. Her professional outlook remained upon her, though her heart felt a little weak at his smile. "We shall," she replied, but paused to look back at Faudi. "Faudi-sempai, I don't take lightly on you tormenting my comrades. Your little act this morning with Shikeio was pushing the limits. So, allow me to give you a piece of advice. If you have a problem with what we are doing, come talk to me. I will do everything in my power to make your stay at this school comfortable. But Faudi-sempai, what you say is indecent and crude." She turned her back on the girl, though she still glanced at her from over her shoulder. "The reason I have to do this job is because people like you don't know how to behave. If I am not able to fulfill my job to its fullest, it is because I have to deal with idiots who can't control themselves."

Eyes cold, Amaya headed after Masaru, foot-falls as quiet as ever. He had a certain grace about him that distracted her from her angry thoughts. Only when they stopped on the balcony did she find her thoughts collectible.

"First of all, Masaru-sempai, I'd like to apologize for my disrespectful words towards Faudi-sempai," she began. The prefect leaned against one of the balcony walls, relaxed, in a sense. "Secondly, I came here to tell you that we have an intruder on campus grounds. Whoever it was, they were not human. When engaged in battle, I could not even see who it was." She didn't want to ask him of any favors just yet. Perhaps he knew something about the intruder. Then again, she wanted to see if he would propose any ideas before she stepped up tot he plate.

Eizzac keeps his head turned, silently observing his surroundings and all of its escapades. It seems that everyone was going about with their business. Daisuke silently thinking to himself, Haru and Miyuki having a chat with each other, the same thing with Faudi and Masaru. Eizzac felt as if he was forgetting something... there was something missing...and then as movement from the door catches his eyes, he realized that Hanone was the last to enter. He watches as Hanone grudgingly trudges his way into the classroom, the make-up on his face marring his frustrated persona. At first Eizzac felt quite sorry for Hanone, pitying his inability at dodging the rest of the fan girls. Soon after, he started to feel relief. It was a wise, albeit embarassing and cowardly, choice to run away with his tail between his legs. Shaking his head he turns on his seat, sitting backwards with his chin leaning on the chair, showing his interest with the events at hand. "Why was I freaking born with such a weak body, dammit!" He winces slightly, wishing to speak up, wanting to deny his self accusation, but instead he just shakes his head. It's better to just observe and stay away from all of his other fellow students. He had nothing to do with them, other than just keeping his distance and listening.

He shakes his head in reassurance, once again going to observe what was happening with the other Day Class students. He shivers as Hanone slams the table closing his eyes in fear of his dominance, before squintingly observing once more, behind the protection of the back of his chair. Suddenly Faudi just gets a small glass of water, splashing its contents on Hanone's ill-tempered face. Eizzac's mouth starts to contort into that of a smir, his hands going over his mouth, starting to go into a small fit giggles, the sound slightly audible in the room. His ears twitch as the sound of another individual's chuckle. It took him a moment, but he realized that the other person's laughter was Masaru's. His eyes widen staring at his superior, his laughter betraying his usual formal and more commanding personality.

Eizzac stared at Masaru, his mouth slightly agape. He continued to stare at Masaru, up until some movement catches his eyes. Eizzac's eyes darted towards the door, watching as one of the prefects make way into the room, locking eyes on Masaru, requesting for his presence. Masaru stands up and gives authority to Hanone, starting walking outside with the prefect, but not before Faudi silently, yet darkly confronts the prefect. "You're the leader of the pathetic group. Amaya, right? Here's a bloody brilliant idea. Do your job right. You and your group are always harping at everyone for not giving you enough respect with your job. Yet you couldn't help but run off and let one of us get mobbed anyway?" Chills run down his back at the sound of her chilling tone Slowly he turns on his own seat, crossing his arms. He was finished observing, he didn't want to watch too long and some how...some way get involved. Shaking his head, he stares at his desk, waiting quietly.

Slowly his mind starts to wander once more, wondering why he was here... It's not that he's not enjoying himself, but he knows how he interacts with people. He was different, the back of the group. He's barely spoken to any of his fellow Day Class students. He's never told them why he was here, he never told anyone facts about himself, solely because talking was such a hurdle for him to cross, why bother? He shakes his head staring at his desk, now more saddened than ever.

Faudi

Faudi smirked, watching the girl leave with a steely gaze. I did just bring the problem to you.[/u] She thought boredly, her glance harsh. She [i]tsked through her teeth, shaking her head at the misbehaving human. "She doesn't even know." Her eyes turned mockingly sympathetic as the two left the room. "Indecent and crude my ass, that's what. That one is a stalker. She's always boring holes into Masaru-kiva while she should be doing her job."

She rolled her eyes, plopping back down beside Han-chan. "She'll have to learn eventually." She tilted her head up, sniffing the air. "Hm. Interesting." More mischief met her eyes.

Keicha

Keicha yawned, stretching, making her way up to her dorm room. She quickly sat at the windowsill, Mouse disappearing once more. Her eyes scanned the ground and the bridges, before spotting a bit of red. Hmm? That doesn't look like nothing. Her eyes narrowed, and she carefully descended from the window, hopping as softly as she could to the ground.

Yuri and Kiiro were still a bit at it before splitting, so Keicha did her best to remain silent as she slipped past the prefect. She quickly scampered across the stones barefoot and silent other than the pattering of the weight she carried on her feet.

Quiet as a cat, she came up behind the new meat, tapping him on the shoulder and propping herself on top of the bridge, her legs kicking lazily at the air. You're new, aren't you." It was more of a statement, an idle comment, rather than a question. But what better way to greet the red-headed boy?