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Belphagor Sin

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

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a character in “Gifted: A Remake”, originally authored by Alliqua_Dark, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Tarantula||JaynBeautiful Mask||MisaoThe Little Doll's Dream||Una
“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”



Image✖ Full Name ✖
Belphagor Rhys Sin

✖ Nicknames ✖
Bel||This is what most people will just call him. As the uneducated members of society have issues pronouncing his full name.
Devil's Advocate||Some refer to him as this as he tends to manipulate and twist things. Some skip the advocate all together and call him The Devil himself.The anti-Christ, the human manifestation of the dark lord himself.
Rhys||His closer companions can call him by his middle name, it is not his birth title, however someone very dear to him gave it to him. He felt it to be fitting and as such he kept it. In fact, he will often be heard, his voice in a soft falsetto, speaking to himself. "Rhys, my silvery angel. You're my good boy."
✖ Age ✖
17

✖ Gender ✖
Male

✖ Sign ✖
Scorpio ||Isn't afraid of getting their hands (their bodies, their minds) dirty. The darker side of life intrigues them, and they're always ready to investigate.
_October 28th- birthday

✖ Role ✖
The Devil

✖ Sexuality ✖
Asexual|| Although he does enjoy "toying" with people, the allure of other people has been quite lost to him. As people who had his heart in the past showed him that perhaps, people were the vilest of creatures.

✖ Nationality ✖
Italian

✖ Romantic Interest✖
"No one interests me. I highly doubt it will happen but, stranger things have happened."

✖ Alignment✖
Chaotic Evil

✖ Face Claim ✖
Xerxes Break


Only the dark can truly withstand itself, light can create a temporary hole but eventually even the brightest bulb will flicker out and dark will once again creep in.



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✖ General Appearance ✖
Bel is tall and bony, scrawny all over, almost skeletal. He tends to wear a dark smile, as if he knows something bad is about to happen, as if he will be the one to cause it. He wears extravagant, flowing, clothing. Which always appears to be very expensive and perhaps pointless to most people. His hair is worn down, although sometimes he will tie it back, the silvery strands giving him a haunting appearance. His tired eyes are a deep red, like freshly spilled blood. They are droopy, like a dog, with the fierce intensity of a wolf on the hunt. This being said, he still gives off an air of youth, as if time has stopped for him.

✖ Noticeable Features ✖
He sticks out because of his stark contrasting colors, white hair, pale skin, and bloody eyes. Most people notice him right away. It doesn't help much that he always has his doll with him, a small blue doll with auburn hair and stitched features. He calls her "Ai."

✖ Gift ✖
Bel has been granted the gift of Persuasion, he can convince just about anyone to do just about anything he wishes. Perhaps it's the heart-shattering sorrow within him, or maybe it's the underlying insanity that motivates others to obey. Whatever the cause, it serves him quite well. Or at least, he believes it to.

✖ Hobbies|Habits ✖
。Biting his lip|"It's a nasty habit I seemed to have picked up, I bite my lip for numerous reasons, pleasure and pain are the main reasons however."Bel started biting himself to hide his voice, or to subdue other pains within him. He felt as if he could punish himself by biting himself, on occasion he drew blood. Now it's a turn on if others bite him, but he views it as punishment as well. Biting is a bit of a comfort for him now.
。Poetry|"Most of my poems are private, just silly things that I like to write."He began writing poetry to vent, after that he realized that writing poems helped him to distance himself from his troubles which is exactly what he wanted.
。Talks to himself|"In my defense, I'm speaking to Ai."He will change how his voice sounds and talk to himself, speaking as "Ai" his doll that was gifted to him as a child. Only since the incident has Ai spoke however. Bel has full conversations with Ai, she helps him to remain calm and she keeps him happy.
。Takes things|"I have a strange habit. . ."He is a kleptomaniac, he sees something he wants? He takes it. No matter what it is or what the consequences are for taking it. He tends to hoard it all, never getting rid of a thing. As a result, he will have rooms full of trinkets and such on display from all of his ventures. Now, he doesn't pile things carelessly, never piling, always displaying carefully. As if each and everything he took was the crown jewels.

✖ Personality ✖
Controlled☆Malicious☆Suave☆Finicky

Controlled||Bel is controlled, yes he has scary thoughts and urges to harm things, but his intellect reins him in and controls him. He has excellent control of his words and actions alike. He has studied people and people's reactions, and he mimics them depending on the situation. He has gotten quite good at fooling people and hiding his true emotions. Bel moves as if every tiny movement was planned out to the smallest detail. Malicious||Although he does control himself, his words and actions can sometimes come across as malicious, cruel or snide. He can show malice, intentionally harmful actions and, spiteful words. He especially harms himself in this way, but sometimes he will lash out and take his rage out on an innocent. Suave||All the studying of human emotion and language has made him into a very charming and smooth person to contend with. He seems to know precisely what to say, when to say it and even how to say it. He comes across as very likable when he wants to. Finicky||In all he does, he is very picky and tends to change his mind an awful lot. Whether it be food or people Bel is always very careful in what he picks and he's also very opinionated in the matter. He will argue and fight for his choice and once he gets it, he will probably want something else.


Like fire upon blood,
woe is dim-lit,
creeping over the horizon
of our turbulent sleep.


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Likes
▲Wine|"I suppose I'm not allowed to drink it, however no one ever refuses me."
▲Rain|"The water hitting my face, it makes me feel whole."
▲Music|"I have the belief that just about everyone likes music to some degree."
▲Solitude|"Being alone comforts me, it keeps me away from harming people."
▲The sight of blood|"It excites me, it sends chills of pleasure down my spine."

Dislikes
▼Animals|"They are loud and vile creatures, not to mention the foolish loyalty."
▼Religion|"I have bad experience with the whole thing."
▼Foolish people|"Ignorance is not tolerated, not at all."
▼Pointless sacrifice|"If you are to make a sacrifice, make it worth while."
▼Loud noise|"I am prone to migraines."
▼Memories|"They are hollow shards of days past, and the shards cut deeply."

Flaws
✖Distant|"I admit, perhaps I tend to stay away from being close to people."
✖Greedy|"If wanting everything I deserve makes me greedy. . . "
✖Bad at expressing himself|"Emotions don't' come easily to me."

Fears
⬇Death|"Is it so wrong to fear eternal rest?"
⬇His past|"The days that I came from, they haunt me, stir my subconscious into insanity."
⬇Losing control|"My mind is fragile, I can't have it shattering from underneath me."

Secrets
☞Murdered his only love
☞Was abandoned as a child
☞The church where he was raised abused him



How can I sleep? When I don't know whether I live or dream
How can I weep? When I don't know if the pain I feel is real.



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Hospital Mental Evaluation
Mr. Sin should not be allowed back into society. From what we have gathered about Mr. Sin, he is a sociopath and he has no regard for others feelings. Nor will he acknowledge any feelings or morals within him. He has shown us that after he harms someone physically or mentally he feels no remorse, or at least none that we can see or even detect using heart-rate monitors.
We repeat that Mr. Sin is NOT ready to re-enter society.



Portrayed by||Alliqua_Dark

So begins...

Belphagor Sin's Story

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August 1st, 2015
I've given up trying to make sense out of this. Petalida, Greek Islet


Just as Nathan finished talking, Chess interjected yet again, playing perfectly off his previous question. Huh? Oh...nice of her to help me out. Guess she was paying attention to me after all... He did notice she paused before commenting on the texture, but simply thought she was just trying to find the right words and waved it off.

However, everything immediately flew down the drain after that. The person who had been sitting on the other side of Chess suddenly spoke up, trying to tell that white-haired creep off for hitting on the girl with the headphones. Said white-haired creep took that as a challenge and walked over to the black-haired boy, and now they were just throwing insults at each other.

It took very little time for something to start building up in Nathan. As he listened to the two's voices, he just couldn't shake off the feeling...that anything they said to each other could be substituted with "You're just trash" and it wouldn't sound strange or dissonant with the tones of their voices. And he himself had heard one voice like that too many times...one which had been directed at him countless times.

...can't keep listening to it...can't keep listening to it... The boy's hands slowly reached up and started to dig into his hair, pulling down on his leopard hat. That voice, the one which had insulted him so many times, was coming closer and closer to the surface--

Abruptly, the table shook ever so slightly, and several things on it rang out. That boy in the leopard hat sat crouched over, his hands on the table in fists, his muscles all bunched up, and his teeth clenched tightly.

Slowly, shakily, he exhaled, and stood up, before walking away from the table. One maid tried to stop him, but he very quietly told her, "Sorry. Bit of a stomach pain," before pushing past her and disappearing into a hallway with long strides. He didn't stop until he had walked outside, and sat down directly in front of the door from which he had entered.

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_-_ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
_-_ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
_-_ᴡʜᴏ: A living nightmare
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The comment about her eye for detail caused her to smile a little sheepishly at his recognition of her attempt to take pride in her talent, which despite her understanding of it and acceptance of the fact she still felt uneasy talking about it. She much preferred to simply speak through her pictures and let others fill in the words she could paint in a heartbeat but could take her hours to formulate the way others would.

In the moment of silence that followed a voice, somewhat unsure at first piped up to her right and turning she found herself face to face with a brown haired boy who smiling as warmly as he could asked if she was ok and pointed out that she had yet to eat nor drink since sitting down. Her first thought was one of confusion as due to the new environment she hadn’t been sure if there would be a signal before the meal would commence but if she was being honest she hadn’t taken in the large spread laid out. As her eyes flickered across the varied dishes and her stomach reminded her how long it had been since she’d eaten she heard another voice and saw a brightly smiling girl appear around the boy. Her fork was gesturing towards a bowl containing an unknown substance she seemed unable to name and struggled somewhat to describe beyond that it was certainly worth eating.

“I hadn’t realised how hungry I was…” Cassandra muttered, half to herself but mostly in answer to the cheerful girl with what she decided was a British accent though much beyond that she couldn’t place. Though the girls attention seemed to have been drawn instead to the Devil, given that she asked a question of him in his native tongue which drew Cassandra’s attention back to him as well. Rather than answering the newcomers straight away he instead decided to follow up with a question he’d lead into a little not long before that made her grin a little and reach down for her bag and the sketchbook within.

However, no sooner had the Devil finished speaking a boy with black hair and a rather unnervingly wide grin from across the table to them who appeared to be having difficulty striking a conversation with those either side of him, given their looks directed elsewhere, interrupted before she could answer or the Devil could respond to the words of the British girl.
The boy’s words seemed rather venomously directed towards Belphagor, though it was the fact she was being defended as if she was some weeping wallflower by this arrogant child that struck a chord with Cassie more than anything else. She disliked confrontation if she could avoid it, even if she could hold her own, and as her anger bubbled under the surface she could feel herself starting to tremble openly. Her eyes had narrowed to pinpricks as she glared openly and unabashed at the boy with his wide sickening grin.

Somewhat caught in her internal dialogue she’d missed Belphagor speaking quietly with his little doll again but her gaze was drawn back to him as he spoke directly to her. His earlier confidence seemed a little subdued and lacking as he asked for her to forgive his earlier cavalier nature, for which while certainly forward had not bothered her in any serious way that she cared to notice nor reflect upon. Without waiting for a response he had stood up and turned his attention towards the dark haired boy, who identified himself as Samuel, certainly a name to remember. As their voices raised and a conflict arose, the only thing she could think was that here she was shivering and trembling in rage when to everyone else’s eyes she would instead be seen to be on the verge of tears while the boys fought a futile war over her. Probably adding justification to the words Samuel had uttered when he’d first intruded.

She could feel her rage subsiding slightly as embarrassment fought to take control as she knew the others in the room would likely be flickering from her as the cause to the conflict itself as the result. Though before she could react or slip inside her own world, her focus was instead drawn to the boy who still remained beside her as he stumbled to his feet, mumbling about being in pain and bolted for the double doors, vanishing into the hall. Unsure what to do herself she closed her eyes for a moment to help steady her breathing and her nerves before standing up very carefully, her bag still clutched in her fingers as the knuckles whitened.

“I am not a damsel in distress monsieur Samuel. I can assure you that I am perfectly capable of defending my own honour; I have no need of your protection. Nor yours Diable.” Unlike when she had spoken earlier her voice had a glass-like quality to it as she filled every word with pure loathing.

Once her little speech was finished, whether she had been listened to her not she reached over and picked up a bowl of creamy white ice cream and a bottle of wine from the middle of the table and slinging her backpack over her shoulder picked up her jacket in her hand and stormed from the room, not looking back to see the result.

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~Samuel J. Livingston~


Samuel turned his head to look at the French woman, who was apparently named Cassandra Valentine. She had told both himself and The Devil to not attempt to "protect" her, even though he knew that the creep had attempted to do the polar opposite to her.

He was just about to reply back when she snatched a bowl of vanilla ice cream from the table and nearly sprinted out of the room, refusing to look back.

The average person would feel guilty, or at least uneasy. Samuel practically wanted to laugh out loud. "My counterattack was spot-on. I don't care how the woman feels about me, but at least the creep wasn't able to latch onto her. But I bet he'll be persistent. I'm not gonna be allowing him to challenge the throne."

Samuel looked around at the remaining students, since a kid who looked like he was ready to punch something stormed out, and of course Cassandra, had already left the room. "Well, I guess we all should get going. This grub is getting cold, anyways, and I hate cold food. Don't you?" He gazed at everyone in the room before turning away.

He was blatantly optimistic, since things were going so well. He put his hands into his pockets and left the room at a leisurely pace. Since the Old Geezer hadn't said where to go or what to do after the "dinner", Samuel decided to check out his room. He'll be able to relish this accomplishment for a good while.

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Everything's Alright|Laura Shigihara
“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”

╔______________________╗
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
ᴡʜᴏ: Staff, Characters
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As all the drama unfolded, Bel wasn't entirely certain how to react. Something in his chest felt like a metal stake had been wrenched through it. He tasted iron in his mouth, only then did he realize that during this whole firefight as it were, he had been biting his lip. Holding back his words. He didn't want to stoop to the level of ignorant children who have no concept of manners. It seemed he had bit down so hard he drew blood. Curious.

Looking down as Cassandra rushed away, not bothering to look as the loud-mouth brushed past him. As Samuel passed, Ai was knocked off his shoulder. He turned quickly to catch her but, she slipped through his fingers and hit the ground with a barely audible thud. Bel knelt down cautiously, his slender hands shaking as they cupped around the small doll. It had knocked her loose button-eye off. His eyes went wide, clutching her close to him, he rose. It hurt him. He was hurting. What an odd sensation, one he hadn't felt since. . .

Nodding to the remainder of people in the dining area Bel managed to speak, although his voice was choked up, which was unusual. He managed to mutter something about his apologies for spoiling anyone's dinner. Then he gracefully walked out. Ai clutched close against his chest. It was in times like these he wished that the roles were reversed. He hated living how he did, he hated himself for being who he was. What, he was. Bel, one out of sight of everyone began trembling uncontrollably, he ran through the halls towards his room. He reached the door and flung it open, but he took care to gently close it.

Muttering in a hoarse whisper, Bel sat down holding Ai and her button eye in his hands.

"Ai? C-can you hear me darling?" Bel ran a thumb over the torn thread.
"I'm sorry if I upset you in anyway. Anyway at all. Ai, I'm g-gonna fix you right now. . . You'll be okay now. I'm gonna f-fix you. This time it'll work I promise." Bel felt hot tears stinging his eyes, his lip quivered slightly as he looked down at the ragged doll with the missing eye. He laid her down on a pillow, the eye beside her. He rushed over to his suitcase, digging through it frantically, throwing things everywhere. Had he. . . No. Did he forget the sewing kit? Hysteria began to fray the edges of his calm demeanor. Panic was setting in.

Crawling over to Ai he wiped his eyes and laid down beside her.
"Si-sing me a lullaby, how you u-used to." Bel laid there, sniffling, gently fiddling with the thread that used to hold her eye in place. He waited for Ai's blithe voice to ring out, clear and light. The longer he lay there, the more it hit him, he was truly alone. His grief turned into rage, he grabbed the doll, clenching his fists around it's throat.

"I demand you sing to me! Sing! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" His tears fell quicker.
"Why do you remain silent!? You've spoken to me.. You've spoken to me all day long! Y-you're fine. You're just missing an eye. . . Ai! Please. . . Say something. Anything!" His sorrowful plea became a shout as he tossed the doll across the room.
"I knew it! You think me The Devil too! You're just like everyone else and I HATE YOU!" Bel clutched his face in his hands. Painful memories flooding his mind. . .

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Three years ago . . .
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"Rhys. . . Come here." A woman with long auburn hair smiled. Bel turned and walked over to her, collapsing into her arms to cry. The woman began to hum a soft song as she held him close to her.
"Short steps, deep breath. . . Everything is alright." The woman's light and airy voice sung quietly, Bel began to calm down. His hands clutching her back. He seemed to be beaten up. She held his face in her hands.
"My silvery angel. . . What ever happened?"
"They said I was cursed. . . Then they all started hurting me. It h-hurts." Bel grabbed his hair and shivered. The woman held him close reassuring him, letting him know he was safe now. . . Her soft song continued, quickly calming down Bel.
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Present day. . .
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Bel had crawled over and picked up Ai. He rubbed her against his face whispering in a falsetto.

"I'm alright, you can fix me later, I'm alright now. . . My silvery angel, no more tears no more tears. . ." Then he spoke again in his regular voice.
"They did this, they did this to you. . . I'll guard you better. . . I swear. . . I swear. . ." He clung onto the doll whispering to himself, curled up on his bed.

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- Sherry Hisakawa -




Sherry glanced up at the sound of chairs being pulled and moved about, the individuals that were once seated in them moving away from the table and leaving the room.

Over the past half hour or so, much had taken place and she had remained impartial, curious to see how those she would consider her peers interact. At first a young man with black hair had sat down next to her and displayed blatant interest in her... ability if the way his own strengths were to be taken into account. It peeked her own inquisitive mind as the boy showed superior deductive skills but refrained from engaging in conversation with the american so that she would not contaminate the experiment with her interaction with the participants.

It seemed the centre of the commotion that had taken place was a pretty French girl, who demonstrated a tendency towards mistrust and aggression, who was on the receiving end of some unwanted flirtation by a white haired male with a mysterious doll resting on his shoulder. The same dark haired boy who had tried to start a conversation with her had run to the brunettes rescue for which he received no gratitude but rather disdain and irritation for his actions, deemed as unnecessary according to the female.

As the girl stormed out, the second one to have left the room, and soon followed by the dark haired boy who had attempted conversation... "His name... What was it again... Samuel? Possibly..., Sherry mused for a few seconds before turning her attention to the white haired boy again.

Damaged. The doll had fallen to the floor and the boys whole demeanour had changed from when he had first arrived. Gone was his confidence and now replaced by invisible tears and a desire to escape. He was the next to leave.

Bring her napkin up to clean her mouth and placing her knife and fork together on the plate to indicate she was finished and the servants could take her plate away, she silently raised from her seat and made her way towards the exit without sparing another glance to the rooms inhabitants.

"It would appear I have stumbled across something interesting...", she mumbled out as she wondered the halls. She could already figure out the way to her dorm room but felt no desire to go to a place where she would be left alone with nothing to do. The library or a laboratory appeared to be the most promising, and the mansion would definitely have both.

However, Sherry found herself heading away from the library, apparently in the south wing considering older blueprints of other buildings that had similar structure and layout, and towards the dorms. It was not hard to guess the boys location, and so she soon found herself outside his door, listening to his quite conversation with himself.

Again her curiosity was peeked. She should of learned by now though, that interacting with others only ever caused harm to them... But she had to know why he had been so sad, and why he was so dependent of that doll of his.

Raising her hand, she delivered three swift knocks to the door before waiting.

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It was honestly quite interesting as to how quickly the situation in the dining room had deteriorated. The two males, silver-hair and black-hair, had seemed to be fighting over the a female. Rather, it seem more like the dark-haired male had just been wanting to pick a fight as a means of showing who should be the alpha male. Nonetheless, their argument had been making Rook's milk taste sour. Being in proximity of such a high-octane argument just simply ruined the, otherwise simplistic, mood of the evening. Rook was just about ready to leave the table when a large bang emitted, shaking the silverware and nearly spilling his glass, had he not quickly held it down. The source being the male with the animal-print hat. "Sorry. Bit of a stomach pain." He had said, before standing up and leaving the room. Now, Rook knew was no doctor, but it didn't take one to know that it was more than just a bit of stomach pain.

Following the sudden exit of the male, the female whom the two from before had been bickering over stood up as well. He didn't quite catch what she had said, but she did not look pleased. She picked up a bowl of dessert before following suit, and leaving the room. Rook turned back to the other two males as it seemed it was the turn of one more to exit stage left. "Well, I guess we all should get going. This grub is getting cold, anyways, and I hate cold food. Don't you?" This question put out by the male with darker-hair. He too spun around and left the room. Then there was the silvery male. He faced the rest of the people who had remained seated and, quite surprisingly, apologized for the event displayed before them.

As the silver-haired male walked out, Rook noticed the slight tinge of sadness contained within the voiced apology. Silently taking another sip from his cup, Rook noticed one more body leave the room. This one belonged to a girl with glasses, though it seemed like she left with no intention of making contact with the rest of the remaining occupants of the dinner. Perhaps she too is just not a people person. Rook thought to himself, finishing off his glass of milk.

Taking a quick glance around the table, Rook noted that there was but a remaining six who had yet to leave, if they had the intention to do so. Just then, Rook was corrected as another person, rather late, walked into the dining room followed by a small dog. Rook let out a rather long sigh and begun to fill his plate with food. With the exeunt of five people, the room felt both calmer yet suffocating. Rook considered himself to be one of the lucky ones. At least, for the time being. It appeared as though the person whom he was partnered with, Kay Ainsworth, was not among the many oddities of the group. Either that or he was the most odd. Rook stared at his now full plate with distaste. Despite having had nothing but a glass of milk, he felt rather full. Perhaps it was more apt to say he had simply lost his appetite. He pushed his plate forwards before leaning his chair backwards so that two of its legs were suspended in the air. "Well, for better or worse, at least it feels a bit calmer here." He voiced aloud, "I didn't know what to expect from a school for 'gifted' people, but it sure as hell wasn't this. Then again, I guess you could consider such absurd levels of stupidity a gift in its own right."

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~Samuel J. Livingston~


Continuing with his leisurely pace, Samuel roamed the halls in search of his room. Throughout the entire time, he was wondering about the mysterious doll that had sat atop of The Devil's shoulder. He certainly didn't expect to knock the ragged thing off of where it was perched, and he absolutely didn't expect the kid to be petrified over it hitting the floor.

He knew that dolls, or at least the type that the creep owned, didn't talk. It took only a moment after Samuel finished the thought that he realized what had nagged at him; the kid had made up a voice for the thing. He figured that The Devil was psychotic, but not to the point of being obsessively aware of an inanimate object's health. Either way, it made Samuel happy that he had knocked down one potential adversary. There was another that he was slightly more interested in, though.

Samuel didn't even have to think of her, because he had found the hall bearing the student's rooms. In it, he noticed the same girl, who he had identified as Sherry, that sat next to him at the dining hall. She was standing in front of a door that seemed to contain someone; someone that was crying and talking to himself. Although it was barely audible to him, he instantly the Italian-accented voice to belong to the same boy that he had just traumatized.

However, Samuel was worn out after the amazing introduction to this school for the gifted. Plus, screwing with the creep in his state would be boring, and it wasn't his style to completely grind his prey into dust after he had broken them. But he only continued to look at the girl with the large glasses.

She was a completely different matter than the pretentious boy crying in his room. The mental board game that would be played with her would be the best Samuel will ever experience in his life. As for the rest of the students, he'll look them over once he got a firm grip on Sherry's capabilities.

One thing stood in his way from doing what he wanted, though; the computer had assigned "pairs"; instead of having Sherry be the other person, it was a petite blonde girl named...Hanako Asato. It took him a quick second to remember the name. He had barely even thought about her, since she was like most of the other kids at the dinner scene; she had said nothing, only watching the mental prowess fight go down. Samuel had yet to learn anything about her, especially her gift.

After a long while of watching Sherry and listening to The Devil, he finally entered his own room, the door hinges creaking when it opened. Somehow, whoever had designed the room managed to follow his tastes to near-perfection. The room was a large rectangle, with one of the shorter sides being the wall where the door was located. Next to the door, a black trash can and a stainless-steel refrigerator sat waiting to be used. The floor was hardwood, colored a dark maple and glossed; the walls were a jet black. Halfway down the room, facing the right wall, was a large desk with a 32-inch computer mounted onto the wall in the center. The desk was also wood, painted dark maple like the floor. In the far wall, spanning the entire width of the room, was a King-sized bed. The comforter and pillows were all black except for white lines a centimeter wide going vertically at 2-inch intervals. There was a door leading to what was possibly a private bathroom, but Samuel had no interest in it yet.

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-ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015____++......
-ᴡʜᴏ: Hakon, Lou, Tris, The rest of the BS going on.____++......
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It didn't take long for the green to desend upon the food set before them all like a vulture that had been starved for carrion for weeks. Granted he had breakfast...about seventeen or eighteen hours ago, but still looked less like a lady and more like a beast gnawing away at a fresh kill. Piling on every kind of meat and bread that the table had with both hands in a sort of rhythm as he paced himself in stuffing cooked flesh and baked goods down his throat without a seeming end to it. The sound of bones crunching snapping as they were eaten with the wings themselves, harder bones creating a small pile on another plate. His fangs making quick work of anything tough and mouth becoming a void for the ravenous lion.

In this frenzy of feasting, only looking up to drink some of the lemon water to the side of him and to watch the drama unfold before him. He hadn't gotten a chance to meet everyone on a one on one basis, but at least from what he could see, the devil had done nothing to deserve such abuse. One would say the priestess had sympathy for the devil, perhaps? The girl he was greeting and seeming to hit it off he couldn't get a bead on at this moment. The two boys in front of him didn't seem to care too much, one looked like a business man and had an air around him that he couldn't place and the other drinking his milk seemed to care even less. At the very least the commotion had calmed down and on the up side no one was really watching him eat...or at least commenting on it.

That was until he heard something that made his blood run cold. A small bark. A puppy's bark right next to him. To the others, this may have been responded to with an 'awwww~' or requests to pet the pup. For the green, however...This cute noise sounded like a demon cackling at him, unlocking a deep seeded fear that caused a very near automatic response. He made a noise that sounded very similar to a very angry and very loud lion's snarl, fangs bared as he stood and backed away from the small creature and failing to even notice the male holding it. The plate that was still full of meat was scooped up in one hand and his new partner by the waist so that he was holding her under his arm like one would a sack of potatos and proceeded to book out of the dining room it as fast as he possibly could with a look of absolute terror on his face.

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“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”

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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
ᴡʜᴏ:Belphagor and Sherry
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A loud and swift trio of knocks hit Bel's door. Clearing his throat and setting Ai on his shoulder carefully, he rose and made his way over to the door. He checked the mirror, he looked like death. I suppose it's a bit late to worry over vanity now. You showed significant weakness. He opened the door enough for half of his face to be seen. Standing before him was a small girl with dark hair and a bored expression. Yet, her huge eyes held some sort of curiosity.

"May I help you?" Bel asked, his Italian accent lighter than earlier, yet still present. After a moment of contemplation, Bel smiled warmly and opened the door the entire way, his face trying to hide the rest of him. His clothes were tousled about, his overcoat from earlier was gone, his white undershirt was unbuttoned, tie hanging loosely. His hat was gone and his hair was messed up a bit. The ground behind him had things scattered about and it seemed a chair was broken.

"Signora Hisakawa right? Is there something you needed from me? Or would you just like to visit? Probably not here, I'm in the middle of tidying up." Bel's eyes closed as he smiled, his head tilting sideways just a touch. Why did she come here? Why did she bother? If she was seeking some sort of allegiance, she should seek out that Samuel fellow. He's obviously going places. Bel laughed internally at his own thought. That fool wasn't going anywhere but down. My ways are much more efficient than his. The spider who takes time to carefully spin a web, is much more effective than the mockingbird whose only offense is squawking mindlessly.

The fool marked himself.

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- Sherry Hisakawa -




As she waited, Sherry noted the appearance of a certain dark haired boy standing just a way down the corridor. Turning her head to stare back at him, she tilted her head silently in inquiry for his actions. Though it was clear the boy showed interest in her mental capabilities she could not quite guess what he wanted from her. It was probably one of those human interaction things her nanny always spoke of. It disappointed her some that she lacked knowledge in an area others so easily understood, one as simple as social interactions, but she had learnt to live without it and it had provided her with a much more objective and clear view of the world.

Due to the remembrance of her nanny, she also remembered her promise of how she would smile more...

It was at that moment that she contemplated smiling at the boy, Samuel, a rare sight in and of itself as Sherry would only ever smile after sating her curiosity and often she was alone when that particular event would occur. However, in that second the door opened to reveal the dishevelled, white headed italian. If his appearance and room were anything to go by he had had a mental breakdown as predicted after his hasty exit from the dinning room.

At the boys bright smile, Sherry attempted her own in return, one she had been forced to practice for social events, it looked forced and odd upon her small face and she quickly dropped her facade in favour of answering her question.

"That is Correct, I was simply here to inquire about a question I had Mr Sin." She paused as if to possibly plan the most appropriate way to ask her question, but was instead figuring out the correct wording in order to get the most information out of the boy in front of her. "From your display in the dining room, It is safe to assume you hold a particular attachment to that doll of yours. I find myself curious to the events which started this dependences of an inanimate object?", straight to the point and in every sense of the word rude, and yet Sherry gave no indication that she considered her question inappropriate or nosy.

As she watched the boy for any signs or tell-tales for how he would respond, Sherry found herself desperate to know her answer. If he answered her here and now, it would be unlikely she would find another curiosity about the boy that would hold her interest and cause her to interact with him again, however, should he deny her the knowledge she so thirst for, then he would simply be digging his own grave as she would not stop until she knew everything.

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After checking out his new abode, Samuel suddenly felt the urge to talk to Sherry. The feeling that crept up to him during this thought was something he wasn't used to, which caused him to feel the slightest twinge of anxiety.

Opening the door, Samuel peeked out into the hallway. There wasn't a soul in sight, save for the barely audible voices of Sherry and The Devil. He shut the door behind him and walked the distance to The Devil's room, rapping on the door with his knuckles three times in quick succession.

He knew that two situations would occur with the white-haired Italian; either he would still be freaking out over the whole doll-losing-an-eye incident, or would be rather calm. He thought it to be the latter, since Sherry was also in the room with him, so he prepared a guilty attitude within his mind that would seem (and be) pretty genuine.

The happiness that he had felt before checking out his room had almost completely diminished by now. Samuel was pretty sure that The Devil would at least try to come up with some form of revenge, whether his involvement within the specific situation was direct or not.

And so he waited.

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“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”

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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
ᴡʜᴏ:Belphagor, Sherry, and Samuel
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Scanning the small girl's face Bel tried to comprehend what had just occurred. Today just isn't my day is it? Sherry was an odd creature indeed. He was intrigued by her, he found her to be a lovely girl. Her bored expression, her dark hair starkly contrasting her, and her bold way of speaking. He admired her blunt rudeness.

"That is Correct, I was simply here to inquire about a question I had Mr Sin. From your display in the dining room, It is safe to assume you hold a particular attachment to that doll of yours. I find myself curious to the events which started this dependence of an inanimate object?" Bel blinked once a bit caught off-guard, then with a smile he lightly landed his fist into his palm, in a "a-ha" moment.

"You were concerned. How very sweet of you Signora Hisakawa. I am truly touched, and well it's simple reall-" Bel was caught off by more knocks on his door. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his temples he offered an apologetic smile to Sherry. "Excuse me Signora, one moment." Irritated at yet another interruption he opened the door to see Samuel. This buffoon? The one who thinks he's all that? When in total reality all he is, is a attention seeking brute with no manners? Has he come here to ruin yet another of my conversations?

"Ah, why Signore Livingston ciao." Bel offered a warm hospitable smile, one that would be comforting if his crimson eyes weren't boring a hole into Samuel. "May I help you? I was just having a nice visit with Signora Hisakawa, and you rudely interrupted, again." Bel laughed. So much for conversing with the lady, now that this fool has shown himself.

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After a few moments, the door finally opened, revealing the Italian boy from earlier. But his composure had did another flip; it had returned to it's original smugness. Although The Devil's voice was trying to be comforting, he could feel the seething anger that was radiating from his crimson red eyes.

Samuel honestly could care less about what this person felt about him. However, it was within his best interest to be as diplomatic as possible. So, he played the part.

"I apologize for barging in, especially the first time. I was out of my place at the dining hall, considering the fact that that French girl didn't even need my help," Samuel laughed nervously while giving off a warm smile.

"Anyways, may I come in? I wanted to try again with our friendship, as well as try to meet the girl that's also in this room with you. I actually never caught your name, either." He peeked over The Devil's shoulder and noticed Sherry sitting on the floor.

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"You were concerned. How very sweet of you Signora Hisakawa. I am truly touched, and well it's simple reall-", Sherry was about to correct his assumption but the person on the other side of the door seemed to beat her to it. Considering she had seen Samuel just down the hall a little while earlier and the fact that he not only displayed curiosity in her case and a sort of hospitality for interesting boy across from her, it would most likely be his dark head popping round the door.

She was right, She couldn't help the small smile that lit her face as her observations were validated by the tell-tale sigh of agitation entering Mr. Sins posture, and turned her head to look at Samuel, her hands placed delicately across her knees where she had seated herself upon the floor and watched their interaction with open curiosity.

Mr. Sin placed a somewhat convincing smile on his face before greeting the other boy, if it weren't his words and positioning in front of the door she might of even believed the smile herself, but she had not spent hours watching to be so easily fooled.

Samuels response made her want to begin clapping, she could already get a feel for what would happen between the two boys and was already feeling ahead of their personalities and conversation styles. Each boy loved to put on faces for others and yet that only made her want to know more. Again, she read through the 'honest' apology the boy attempted to portray and found herself desperate to inquire why he was disguising his opinions. It wasn't in an attempt to avoid hurting Mr. Sins feelings and so there must of been another reason... One of those human things...

She startled slightly as Samuel turned to address her, lost in her musing of her observations and forgetting that she was actually present in the room and not a simple third person spectator. Immediately she rose, it had been drummed into her so many times as a child she barely noticed she had bowed her head slightly towards the two boys.

"I apologise for not introducing myself Mr. Samuel, My name is Sherry Hisakawa. I am unfortunately unaware of your own surname and am not able to address you appropriately.", she paused before tilting her head ever so slightly before asking a question, "It is clear you hold no warm for each other Mr. Sin and Mr. Samuel and yet you willingly enter each other company. I was under the knowledge that when one held a distaste for another, they would avoid each other?", she finished, blinking up at them.

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On the outside, Samuel kept his composure. On the inside, however, Samuel legitimately felt like he had gone pale. What the hell?! I've clearly underestimated her capabilities by a longshot. However... Samuel studied her body language and her expression; she was expecting an answer, although her large eyes were incredibly dull and emotionless.

...She's extremely blunt and inconsiderate of morals, but she doesn't look like the immoral type. I'd say that she has simply had so little interaction outside of her little bubble that she doesn't know how to act like the average person when communicating with others.

Yes. That was it, Samuel thought to himself. After cleaning up his mental composure, he responded to Sherry.

"It's Livingston; and it's nice to meet you, Sherry. As for that question..." Samuel drew a blank, and he suddenly started to panic again.

I can't think of a reply at all, she's almost completely disabled me with a single question!

After a moment, Samuel was able to come up with a viable reply to Sherry's question. Viable to the average person, but to Sherry...?

"Well, some people just don't work like that. It seems as though The Devil and I fit into that category of people who have other means of..." He glanced over at the Italian boy with piercing brown eyes. "...Ridding the distaste from relationships they have with other people."

Samuel topped it all off with a slight grin in Sherry's direction.

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Everything's Alright|Laura Shigihara
“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”

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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
ᴡʜᴏ:Belphagor, Sherry, and Samuel
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Samuel was a very obnoxious man. Bel would never quite understand it. Samuel attempted to get past him into the room but Bel stood firm.

"Ah so you came to rid distasteful things from relationships? I see." Stepping back a bit but keeping Samuel out as he spoke with Sherry. However Samuel had made himself an enemy. One he would regret underestimating. Smiling sweetly as he could muster, an almost disturbing smile. His eyes opened only halfway open, the red of his eyes glowing with a burning hatred. It was as if Bel had channeled the Devil himself. His voice became softer, yet somehow more threatening as his accent became quite heavy.

"If you are so very keen on ridding distasteful things from our relationship Signore Livingston. . . I suggest you start by ridding yourself from my sight." With that Bel gave him a glare that would send chills before slamming the door in his face. Turning back to Sherry looking down at her, his glare still present, his voice still threatening yet now it was lighter, almost sing-songy.

"I apologize for my behavior. Signora, however it would seem to me you have a severe lack of manners. Here I was thinking you were concerned. You wanted to see inside who I am, see what makes me what I am. Too bad so sad Bella. You have irritated me, your rudeness has become your downfall. I admit though, I am having a rather bad day. . . I suggest you leave Signora Hisakawa." At the end of his small speech Bel folded his slender hands in front of him and tilted his head smiling. It was the sort of smile one would expect from some sort of lunatic, ready to strike.

"I am truly sorry Signora, but I don't have time nor do I have patience any long to be underestimated or toyed with. I am not some puppet you can make dance. Nor are you, I'm sure you understand. . . Now please, if you don't leave something. . . Unnecessary might occur. You don't want that do you? I know I don't. . ." Bel knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder firmly, his mouth opening in a smile. He whispered in a voice impossible to put into words.

"Besides. . . The answers you seek from me, you really would be better off not knowing Signora."

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~Samuel J. Livingston~


Samuel was unfazed by the sourness in The Devil's words, as well as the hatred that blatantly emitted from the Italian's eyes. He knew that the kid would fight back; it was simply second nature for a person such as him. He was slightly irritated, but he tried to stay on the positive side of things.

Before he could respond, though, the Italian boy finished off a pretty nasty insult, gave Samuel a glare, and slammed the door in his face. Well, that was rude ... it can't be helped, though.

Finding nothing better to do, he started walking away back towards his own room before realizing that he had completely failed at what he wanted to do. However, Sherry's rude comment will probably get her thrown out as well. If that's the case, then I haven't completely failed yet.

Halfway between The Devil's room and his own, he leaned up against a wall, crossing his arms and planting one foot square on the wall, while the other was flat on the ground with his entire leg extended. Samuel closed his eyes, waiting for when the girl left the room.

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- Sherry Hisakawa -




Sherry watched the reaction to her question, taking in as much information as possible as Samuel attempted to answer her, though from the look of his skin tone and eyes she could make out minor inner terminal and possibly shock but at what she was not sure, picking up on those type of emotions could be quite tricky, however whatever he was experiencing did not seem to hinder his response as his composure he seemed so proud of returned before he began speaking.

His answers were riddled with pauses, the reason for which she found herself curious about. Surprisingly the two young men had managed to catch her interest repeatably with their interaction, behaviour and inner terminal.

"Well, some people just don't work like that. It seems as though The Devil and I fit into that category of people who have other means of... Ridding the distaste from relationships they have with other people.", Sherry listened carefully but found herself vaguely disappointed because it would seem that the boy was not telling the truth, especially considering Mr Sins immediate response following Mr. Livingston answer.

They were not ridding their distaste for each other, and in fact seemed to be doing the exact opposite if the way Mr. Sin blocked Mr. Livingston's entrance into the room along with his comment, the glare and the sudden slamming of the door in the other man's face. The noise made Sherry jump as her view of Mr. Livingston was cut off and she was forced to turn her gaze to the burning hatred of the Italian.

'Interesting, it would appear I have upset him. Not particularly surprising', she thought to herself as he began his little rant. It was not anything new and she found herself bored listening to the same thing everyone always criticised her of, if it had been anything besides her manners then she might of decided to pay attention... or at least put more effort into remembering what her senses inevitably picked up, turning her head to look out the window as his words went in one ear and out the other.

Once he had finally quietened down, she turned her cold gaze back to watch him for a moment. "Are you quite finished Mr. Sin? I am fully aware of my blunt questions, however it is not my problem if you take offence.", she sighed once more, the disappointment seeping through her as she made her way towards the door.

So Predictable.

"Threats bore me Mr. Sin, I request you refrain from them in the future and think of a less predictable way of intimidation. I still find myself curious about your previous problems, however I can see that trying to get the answers I desire from you would prove tedious and particularly unpleasant.", Moving towards the closed door, she glanced back over her shoulder one last time at the other, "Goodnight Mr. Sin.", with that Sherry opened the door and walked out into the corridor.

Walking down the corridor, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrow slightly when she caught sight of Mr. Livingston leaning against the wall. Approaching him, she stood just in front of him and looked up at his closed eyes, blinking twice at his cool demeanour before opening her mouth.

"What is it you require from me Mr. Livingston? Try as I might, I am unable to figure out what it is you desire from me.", she paused briefly and thought back to the lecture she was given less then a few seconds ago and quickly tacked on a forced smile, "If I may be so rude.".

Her eyes filled with mirth for a second as she thought of what her nanny would say had she just heard her, then it was gone and she was watching the boy with her piercing gaze once more.

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Samuel heard the door open and close again, which was quickly followed by footsteps headed in his direction. He felt as though he wanted to laugh out loud in triumph, but he remained calm. In his mind, time felt as though it had slowed tenfold; he could imagine the gears turning extremely slowly in a clock he had put together in his thoughts. Every second was crucial.

He knew based on the tone of the taps that the shoes made every time they contacted the floor, as well as the pacing of said shoes, that it was Sherry approaching him. Samuel had succeeded after all, despite the encounter with The Devil.

"What is it you require from me Mr. Livingston? Try as I might, I am unable to figure out what it is you desire from me."

She paused. It was even better for Samuel that she didn't understand his motives.

"If I may be so rude."

He slowly opened his eyes. The petite girl was looking up at him with a forced smile. After a moment, he gave off a friendly expression and spoke.

"It's okay, you're not being rude. I've actually wanted to speak with you ever since we met in the dining hall. It was a bit disappointing that you didn't acknowledge me there, but it's okay; you don't have to apologize."

Samuel stood up straight, putting his hands into his jacket pockets, keeping his gaze locked onto Sherry's eyes before continuing.

"I've noticed many oddities about this place, which is making me think that there is an ulterior motive for us coming in the first place.

"There are multiple reasons as to why I think that this place has more to it than it lets on. The first is the abundance of cameras. I counted four coming from the front entrance of the building to the dining hall. Considering the size of the building, I'd estimate that about 25 to 30 cameras are littered throughout the campus.

"The second is the fact that there is nothing nowhere commemorating or acknowledging past students that have attended this place. No signs, no pictures, no words describing the past classes. This is the 'shakiest' out of all of my reasons, since I simply haven't seen the entire campus yet.

"The third and final reason, and the strongest out of them all, is the fact that we have these."
Samuel held up his Tarot card, Strength, with his index and middle fingers clamping the card at the bottom and to the center, keeping it positioned in the air.

"Unless the person or thing who assigned the Tarot cards had the most perfect day of their life at the time, there's no way they'd be able to know unless they had prior knowledge of our personalities and capabilities.

"Why did I tell you all of this? It's because I think you and I can team up and get to the bottom of this mystery. So what do you say?"

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Within your next posts please finish up whatever you're doing currently so that we may time-skip to the first day of class. Classes begin at 8AM and everyone has the same schedule, which basically looks like a regular school schedule. Maths, English, Chemistry, what have you. Nothing out of the ordinary, for this unordinary school.

What the students are unaware of, though, is when they get to this first class of the day, they're being tested. It's a simple test, really. Just seeing how they all behave in a 'controlled' environment, one where they can't just get up and walk away. It's homeroom, let's get a little rowdy, shall we?

On a completely unrelated subject, you swear when you headed up to the dorms last night that you went up two flights of stairs and made a few lefts and a right.. but this morning when you headed to the dining hall for breakfast, it was only one flight and two lefts... Perhaps you were just so tired you misremember?

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__ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 10th, 2015
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Tristen had followed his partners "instructions" the majority of the week and had steered clear of him. Instead he occupied himself with books and some online courses he had been taking over the summer. Occasionally Louella would invite him to come join she and Astapora on some adventure or another, and once or twice he had gone, but his white haired twin had complained so much about him being a bore that he didn't bother going again. Green wasn't bad though, the little that he learned about her intrigued him greatly, and she was pretty easy on the eyes. He fortunately had not seen that Samuel thing around at all, but that was likely because Tristen hardly left his room.

He's relatively intrigued by the prospect of classes at the academy, until he gets his schedule. It looks like any other school schedule would, there was no special classes for them, nothing. And if Tristen knew anything about school, it was that class time was just social time. That was the whole reason he took classes online, that and most teachers couldn't keep up with the speed of which he learned. A perk of never forgetting anything, he supposes.

They're supposed to be in the classroom for eight, which is the beginning of study hall, a class most kids would have considered optional really. He wouldn't be surprised if half the kids weren't there, and pretty much counts on his sister and Green being part of that half. Louella wasn't a fan of early mornings. While Tristen wasn't either, his body always woke him up bright and early, mental alarm clocks and whatnot. It was annoying, yes, but it got him to class on time.

His outfit is practically identical to the one he wore on the first day, white button up and black dress pants, but there's small differences, none that really matter. It just makes the point that his closet doesn't vary very much, it's mostly business casual, as is the person in the clothes. He gets to class early but not early enough that he's the first person there, enough time to find a good seat but not so much that he would grow horribly bored by the time 'class' started. He drops his bag down on a seat in the back left of the room, nearer the middle than the corner, and pulls out his phone.



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__ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 10th, 2015
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Louella loved her partner. Astapora was blunt, and a little terrifying at times, but she was insanely fun to be around. And possibly insane, which is absolutely fine too- she made no claims to normality herself. Asta had taken to calling her Einhorn, which was fine and all but she didn't understand it at first. It took two or three days for her to finally ask, but upon learning it simply meant, in essence, unicorn, she couldn't be more pleased with the name. They did explore the school quite a bit, making sure to steer clear of the little dog they had seen at dinner the first night. Louella learned rather quickly about Asta's fear of dogs, even if she didn't know why she was scared, she knew it was pretty serious, so she kept a lookout for the little thing. Even if she herself loved them, her friend was obviously more important.

The night before the first day of classes they stayed up so late that they both ended up passing out still in Asta's room. Which means that she woke up at seven forty five, pulled the fur blanket back up over her head, and then promptly remembered they had class. A quiet string of very unladylike words came flying out of her mouth as she stood and started trying to wake Asta up, only waiting until the other girl opened her eyes before she had taken off out of the room to head back to her own and get dressed.

Fortunately she'd had her outfit picked out for days now. Soon she returned back to Asta to drag the girl downstairs with her, or was it upstairs now?, and miraculously they made it to class with a few minutes to spare. Lou wasted no time in picking out her brother and making a beeline for him, tossing her new friend in the seat next to her twin and plopping herself down in the seat in front of Asta. "Brother, I trust you remember Astapora? Considering the way you could hardly take your eyes off her before, I'm gonna say the answer is yes." Her brother looked less than pleased with her, but she could care less. "Yes, I do recall her, Louella. It's quite nice to see you again Astapora." Lou made a face at her brother, who was unfairly good at playing nice, and though he'll deny it she's positive he made a face back before plastering that charming grin on his face. "I wonder when those two boys that made the scene at dinner will get here... The one with the white hair was quite cute!" Louella goes on to say to Asta, a little too loudly.