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"Sup." she said cooly, hoping they hadn't noticed her excited enterence. But, c'mon, she had a reason to be excited! After growing up with american money and streets and normal accents, Zoey was totally unprepared for her little quest over the ocean. "I'm Zoey Spleha."
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His judgement had been affixed to some along the nature of a small building with larger building around it, however; this appeared to be one large building. He thought for a moment the way the dorm system would work. Perhaps each Registry Class would bunk with another from that class. Himself being the native of fire, he hoped, surely, he wasn't alone. To his side he held a black book with an unfamiliar symbol adorning its surface. The symbol of Wisdom and Knowledge. The symbol of the Luciferian.
He held his believes as self evident and prominent in the way he went about his days. The only thing that restricted him now from being indifferent form the way he used to be was the people here. He gazed at the now formed congregation of people, slowly making his way aside of them. All of them had pets, something he did not particularly partake in.
His steps came to an end nearest David. whom he did not recognize. Partially annoyed by the notion of the dog, he found himself disturbed. Not for the thought of animals, but the idea of everyone gathering at once.
He stopped a good four feet from the man and slide off one of the straps of his backpack.
"Name's Moe," he said lightly and quietly.
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Outside the airport, Nick waved down a taxi. "I need to go here." Nick said, holding out a picture of some castle. It wasn't his choice to go to school in Ireland. He had friends back in Colorado. He had a Trombone in Colorado. He wasn't allowed to have it on the plane, for one reason or the other. Music was Nick's life and his parents decided to rip him out of it. He wasn't even sure what the castle school was for. Just that he was being put in a group called Aeir.
30 minutes later, Nick stepped out of the taxi. More like tripped out. His suitcase rolled 3 feet away and Beefy's kennel landed sideways next to him. Nick was on his back, looking at an "upside-down" group of people. Nick groaned. Can this day get any worse? The taxi skid away, splashing a lake of water onto Nick. I guess so...
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Jeph shook his head, and stopped in the midst of the group. "Excuse me, not to butt in or anything rude like that, but could you direct me to this 'school' that's supposed to be nearby? I fear I'm late to an important appointment."
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Right as she approached, A woman started to speak. Melanie couldn't hear what the woman said, but hear something about "rooms". Will I have a roommate?? she wondered excitedly, thinking of making a new friend. looking up, she saw the woman trace an unknown design on the door. Ivy appeared, spelling, "wait here". Did that really just happen? melanie quickly wondered, looking around at the other's faces trying to understand what had happened. The students started walking towards the doors, and into the campus.
Here wo go
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Hearing the words, "Assembly tomarra, Melanie looked up in surprise. What are we supposed to do until then? Melanie looked around the group, feeling lost. Looking down at her feet, Melanie found Lucy sitting protectively, nudging her feet. Melanie was sure Lucy had already seen the other boy give his companion a treat, and was wondering where her's was, but wasn't going to beg. "Good girl Lucy", Melanie whispered, handing over a small treat.
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Though the question had been asked many times already, he pondered as to why they were all here. His eyes darted back and forth betwixt each and every corner of his new dwelling. He unearthed his new home on the foundry of decision, the choice to comply and show up. Moe's backpack soon hit the bed, and he sat beside of it. He watched through the open door as the others passed by him. One by one. Some would become mere acquaintance. Some friends, perhaps. However; it was the potential of an enemy he was most concerned about. He fidgeted with his fingerless gloves, still watching his new school-mates deter themselves down the hallway.
"Where in the hell are we?" He questioned soundly.
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