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Lukas Haddok-Sugoya

"Yes, I know I have a weird name."

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a character in “Gifted: A Remake”, as played by Lyx

Description

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- Lukas Haddok-Sugoya -





Imageβœ– Name βœ–
Lukas Ari Haddok-Sugoya

βœ– Nicknames βœ–
Luke, Ari

βœ– Age βœ–
18

βœ– Gender βœ–
Male

βœ– Sign βœ–
Libra
_- September 27th

βœ– Role βœ–
The World

βœ– Sexuality βœ–
Bisexual

βœ– Nationality βœ–
75% American, 25% Japanese

βœ– Face Claim βœ–
Norigami Yato




Imageβœ– General Appearance βœ–
Lukas is six feet and two inches in height and weighs 183 pounds. He has short black hair with bangs that fall into his face, sometimes obscuring his cerulean eyes. His body is lanky and well toned with a slight tan. He typically wears black clothing (when it gets dirty you can't tell as easily) and a well weathered pale green towel - yes, a towel - around his neck. If the circumstances permit he likes to go barefoot, but otherwise he wears a solid pair of hiking boots for the most part. Because of this the bottom of his feet are covered in callouses. He has a fair amount of scars, the largest being one on his right leg going from his knee almost to his ankle.

βœ– Noticeable Features βœ–
The two smallest toes on his feet are fused together.

βœ– Gift βœ–
Endurance/Stamina

βœ– Hobbies βœ–
- Swimming
- Rock Climbing
- Hiking
- Kayaking
- Reading

βœ– Personality βœ–
If Lukas was to describe himself in three words, those words would be quiet, awkward, and thoughtful. These are certainly words that describe him. Uncomfortable with strangers, Lukas usually isn't one to initiate conversation. Used to solitude, he is one who trips over his own words, sometimes repeating an entire sentence with only changing the last word to get that slightly different meaning. When he comes across a problem he will try to think about it from a multitude of perspectives, sometimes putting too much thought into the issue.

Yet other words describe him as well. Always willing to listen, he is compassionate, and even if he doesn't know what to say and just stands there staring at the speaker, well, he is wishing the speaker well. Trusting and socially naive, he will latch on to those who show him kindness. While he is soft spoken around strangers, he does have a strong will and can be stubborn. Once he gets to know someone he opens up much more and they will see that he is passionate with an intense sense of curiosity. With a steady head and a calm, if soft, heart, Lukas can make a good friend who is eager to please.




ImageLikes
- Forests
- Campfires
- Summer
- Camping

Dislikes
- Leeches
- Loud noises
- Crowded spaces
- Spicy food

Flaws
Lukas is socially awkward with strangers. He is also really trusting of people and is bad at reading body language.

Fears
- Thunderstorms
- Spiders
- Letting friends down
- His parents (ok, maybe more that he is anxious about not meeting their standards, but that is sort of a fear)

Secrets
- He carries a button given to him by his grandfather for luck
- He struggles with writing and reading cursive
- He pretends he is a monster sometimes





Bio
Lukas was born the second and youngest child of a well off family. In his early years his family was tightly knit. Lukas's father would read bedtime stories to Lukas and his older brother of five years, Jayden. His mother would fuss when he went to school and ask him about how classes went. This changed when Lukas was around eight years old and his parents started climbing in rank in their jobs. As they did this, however, they had less time to spend with their children. This started the years of summer camps for the Haddok-Sugoya boys.

Because of the age difference between Jayden and Lukas they didn't go to the same summer camps. Lukas missed his parents, and the additional loss of his brother made it worse. Luckily, Lukas made a few friends during that first summer camp. It was an outdoors summer camp, the first of many. In the next couple years Lukas began to love summer much more than the average kid because it was a time in which he could be outside and be alone or with people as suited his whim. When he turned during the year he turned fifteen he begged his parents to let him do a solo backpacking trip. They didn't let him go alone, but they let him go with Jayden, who wanted to get to know his little brother better. Jayden, who had been studying music for years, was completely out of his element. Nevertheless, the backpacking trip went well.

The next year Lukas was allowed to do a solo trip, and the year after that he spent the summer living off the land in a remote forest. When he came back home from the last trip his parents told him they had decided a college for him to go to, much to his dismay. So when he got a mysterious letter offering him a chance at a smaller school he took it.


Hospital Mental Evaluation
Lukas Ari Haddok-Sugoya appears to be a fairly normal young man. He's quieter than the norm and has some odd ticks, but he seems confident and stable. I would hazard a guess that he wants the attention of his parents. Why? He still wears the towel his father gave him when they made believe they were hitchhikers from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. His says his father read him that book when he was seven, over ten years ago! Since he couldn't get that attention he sought the communities of summer camps and later solace in the forests. So, I guess he may be a little clingy, but other than that he seems fine.




So begins...

Lukas Haddok-Sugoya's Story

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XXXWhere: Athens, Greece
XXXWhen: August 1st, 2015
XXXWho: Staff and Characters
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"To say goodbye is to die a little." At least, that's how the saying goes. However, such was not true for one Rook Justitia. His decision to attend the Gifted Academy had not be his own, but rather his parents. They saw a chance to be rid of him and they took it without hesitation. The only member of his family reluctant about his departure was his younger sister, the pride of the family. He bore no animosity towards her, though he couldn't say he did not envy her. Even so, he did as was told and packed his things, including his sister's guitar which she had forced upon him despite his meager amount of practice.

Now, had he known about the distance he would be travelling, the lengths he would go, in order to attend this school, he may very well have put up more of a fight against his parents. First there was the plane ride from Tokyo, Japan over to the Athens International Airport. From there he had to take a taxi over to the port where he was boarded onto a ferry to the island where the Academy was situated; the middle of the Aegean Sea. The flight itself wasn't so bad. There was on-board wifi so his laptop could easily connect to the internet, allowing him to browse some pages. The cab ride was not to bad either. It was a quick ride, after all. However, the ferry ride was absolute terror. A boat ride into the middle of the sea with someone who was hydrophobic was not something that was a happy thought. Rook spent most of his time in his cabin, though that did not do much to relieve him of the boat's swaying.

Upon his arrival on the quaint island where the academy was built, he knew then of the absolute glory that was dirt. At his arrival to the doors of the academy, Rook came to a butler standing by the door. "Good evening, sir. Might I ask for your letter to confirm that you are indeed a student of the academy?" the butler had said. Rook didn't reply with words, but simply handed over the letter. The butler sifted through the letter, pulling out Rook's tarot card. It was a simple design of an old man with a staff holding up a lantern. Along the top were the words "The Hermit" along with the roman numerals for nine. The butler returned the items to Rook before gesturing over a maid. "Welcome to the academy, Mr. Justitia. Please leave your bags here and they will be delivered to your room and she will escort you to the dining room."

Rook felt quite uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his bags behind with the unknown man, especially since a plethora of it was equipment for his computer. Nonetheless, he did what he was told and left his bags at the doorstep and followed the maid towards the dining hall. "Not bad..." Rook muttered to himself, scanning the detail of the halls. Definite didn't shirk any work here.

Soon enough, he had entered the dining room, the maid seemingly vanished after showing him to his seat. His seat was beside a male who, to put it simply, felt like a threat. Of course, that could very well just be the result of Rook's lack of social contact. The lights dimmed and the screen towards the end of the room lit up and began its dialogue. "Not bad with the programming, I would say..." Rook mumbled under his breath. He didn't understand the whole alpha numeric name that was stated, but he figured it was probably just a model serial number.

Of course, it the first thing that struck him as a nuisance came after. The list showing pairs. Rook, the hermit that he is, was already against it. That being said, the message did say that they didn't necessarily have to spend time together.

"Rook, I presume?"

From the corner of his eye, Rook glanced towards the source of the voice. It was the slightly menacing male sitting beside him and he was watching him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Rook glanced over at the other male's nameplate and, sure enough, that was his supposed pair. With a slight scowl on his face, Rook reached over and grabbed a pitcher from the table which was slowly being adorned with food and poured himself a glass of white milk. "Yeah. That's right." Rook replied, taking a sip from his glass of milk. "Look, I'm not gonna pretend that I fathom the idea of being all buddy-buddy with you so, if you would be ever so considerate, can you not stare at me with those beady eyes of yours?" Rook continued to take small sips from his glass while pulling out his phone, hoping that was enough to stop that conversation in it's tracks. Dealing with people first thing after dealing with the water was just too much for his body to handle.

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((OOC || My knowledge of England comes from Sherlock Holmes, so please pardon me if I get anything wrong))

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Chess sat with her eyes closed, the sound of the ocean lapping against the sides of the boat causing little birds to dance in her vision and the taste of freshly squeezed lemons to slither across her tongue. To most people the ocean would taste like salt and sea air, maybe even sunscreen, but to Chess her palette was a little well... More unique. It wasn't an insult, it's just that most people nerves were not crossed wired. Most people could not see sounds and taste them as well, they would never know the joys of a rich coffee voice or how relaxing the color purple was. The horn on the water taxi began to beep and Chess jumped, nearly bumping her head on the roof. "Alright little lass, we're here." He said as he pulled into the dock and opened the door. Chess jumped out, grabbing her bags and thanking the driver.

The journey from London had been long and arduous and Chess was a bit late because the lift in her house had broken so she had a bit of trouble getting her bags down the stairs. Just as the female shouldered her bag with her art supplies a man and woman came to greet her, both dressed to the nines in old fashioned maid and butler attire. How amusing! Chess could only assume they were employees of the gifted program. What else would they be doing on an islet of the shores of Greece?

"Good afternoon Ms. Belle," Chess was in awe. How they they know it was her? Was she the last to arrive? "Might I see your card please?"

"Oh! Yes of course!" She placed her bag on the ground, rifling through the mess for a few seconds before withdrawing her hand and revealing the Empress card. The two nodded to teach other and the butler placed something on Chess's bags before asking the maid to lead Miss Belle to the dining hall. Chess followed eagerly, her eyes wide in awe of the place. She had been in castles before, Chess was often invited to have audiences with the Queen after her lung transplant because the story had made it's way around London, all the way to her cousins in Devon shire.

Chess was ushered inside what she assumed to be the dining hall. There was a long, rectangular table with twelve seats and place cards in front. Most everyone was there, with but a few seats left to be filled. The maid showed Chess to her plate, pulling out the chair and allowing Chess to sit down before pushing it back in. "Thank you," Chess said and nodded her head in appreciation. The woman merely backed away, leaving the dining room. Chess hung her bag on the back of the chair, turning over the place card in her hands to see the word Empress printed underneath. What did it mean? Chess wondered when the lights suddenly dimmed and a presentation was given. When the lights came back on, illuminating the hall once more, Chess noticed platters of food spread across the table.

Her stomach growled, she had skipped breakfast in order to catch the train to the airport after the whole broken lift fiasco and reached for the platter closest to her, suddenly feeling self conscious and only taking a little bit rather than what she really wanted. "Don't be a piggy Chess, you've only just gotten here." The girl murmured as she picked up her fork and dug in. How rude! Chess hadn't even introduced herself to the students sitting nearest her! She chewed quickly, swallowing just as fast and wiping her mouth on her napkin. The boy beside her didn't seem interested in making conversation, rather he was busy stuffing his mouth with a meat stick as big as his head. "How do you do?" Chess asked anyways, figuring a good first impression was the way to go.

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~ Hanako Asato ~


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XXXWhere: Athens, Greece
XXXWhen: August 1st, 2015
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"So, here I am." Hanako said out loud, looking upon the island in front of her. It was very beautiful, and also well kept. Hanako really liked that. As she walked down the path to the school, she tripped, and scraped her knee, her book that she had in her hand, and her suit case flying out in front of her. "Geez.." Hanako mumbled, getting up and grabbing her book and suitcase.

She looked at her knee. Every time she fell and hurt herself she wondered what is was like to feel hurt. Hanako shook that thought away and got up. The journey from here to Japan was tiring for her, and not to mention she almost never travels. She got here by boat, and just figured out she can get a little sea sick.

As soon as she got up, these people with fancy suits on came rushing to her. Hanako believed they were butlers? They took her stuff, and quietly started guiding her to her room. "Here we are M'lady." He said, smiling. "I just need to see your letter from the headmaster to let you in." He asked, and Hanako took out her letter from the back of her pocket and handed it to him. The Bulter carefully looked t it, while the others unpacked Hanakos belongings in the room.

"You may go in." He said, and Hanako nodded, walking into her room. It was very, VERY nice. There was a card beside a computer that had just talked to her. She looked at the card. 'The Fool', why'd she hae to bring that around with her? That'd kinda embarrassing. "Oh well." Hanako mumbled and took it.

After Hanako got out of the shower she got changed in a beautiful lacy dress. Hanako was in awe of this whole experience, and it was just the first day here. She did her hair into a nice up do, and put a tad bit of lip gloss on and smiled. "Time to go~!" Hanako chimed, walking out the room, and putting some shoes on. She started to walk to the dining room.

Hanako was overly surprised when she got there. Everything here was just so beautiful. Hanako saw her name place, and went to go sit there. 'The Fool', there it was again. She really hated that name, it made her sound like something shes not. She looked at the card beside her, 'Samuel'. She wondered who that was, the name sounded like a guys name. She looked at the food in front of her, she was kind of hungry.

She grabbed some bread buttered it, taking a big bite out of it. It tasted amazing, since she hasn't ate in forever. She poured some more things onto her plate, and tried a slimy looking thing. She made a face as soon as it touched her tongue. "It's snail, a delicacy around the world." A maid behind her said, and she nodded, swallowing the gross thing. She shivered and kept eating, waiting for the others to come.


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Tarantula||Jayn✧Beautiful Mask||Misao✧The Little Doll's Dream||Una
β€œThe 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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Belphagor adjusted the top-hat he had on, it had been on straight. How silly. It was now at a jaunty angle, this was preferable. He scanned the streets before him, then sighing e looked on his shoulder to see his doll.

"Ai?" He asked softly.

"Yes Rhys?" A falsetto voice answered.

"Where am I?"

"On an island. Headed to your new school Rhys." Bel nodded and looked up ahead to see a building, some servants came rushing out to him, squawking like peacocks, no. Like chickens at the slaughter house. They mentioned something or rather about a card, and some letter. Bel simply showed them his letter and pressed past the three loud servants. They managed to catch up to him however, and proceeded to lead him up some stairs to a room.

"We have taken the liberty of putting all your belongings in here Mr. . . S-Sin is it?"

"Sì" Narrowing his eyes at the butler Bel quickly smiled at him. "Grazie." Looking at the bedside table he saw a card. The Devil. A pang shot through him. Almost of sadness. He pushed it aside and noticed the butlers were telling him that he needed to go eat with the others.

Others?

Bel made his way down into the grand area where everyone else, well everyone who was there, was eating. Glancing about he realized he was supposed to be seated by someone called Valentine? Yeah, Cassandra Valentine. Striding confidently, Ai on his shoulder he sat down at the place marked with his name. Looking to the seat next to him he thought briefly about what sort of woman this Cassandra Valentine would be. More importantly he wondered what the rest of the "Others" were like.

Glaring down at his plate Bel began to eat, his blood-red eyes scanning and judging everyone he could fixate them on. I'll need to gather intel on my fellows, maybe smooth-talking will work with this crowd.

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The Island was beautiful, and the school even more so. Sherry stood alone before the impressive building, eyes blinking up into the midday sun as she soaked in and disregarded the information her hyperactive senses were delivering to her brain. Two bags sat at her feet where her families servants had left them before re boarding the ship she had arrived on and leaving.

Without bothering to pick them up, she could already tell that the building had servants who would do the job for her, taking her bags to her room without prompting, she began to walk down the path and towards the building. Any second now a butler or maid would appear to lead her to where she was expected, and if by magic, Sherry's ears picked up another pair soft footsteps of a young women (probably in her early 20s, wearing a multilayer skirt which was causing the slight swishing sound of fabric) swiftly approaching her.

Turning her head back over her shoulder, she offered a brief nod of acknowledgement to the maid, who smiled back in return. Once she came level to Sherry, she began to speak.

Good day Lady Sherry Hisakawa. I assume you're journey was pleasant?, she offered, drawing Sherry's piercing gaze to her face once more. The mask she wore was perfectly constructed, and not many would of been able to pick up on the slight tick above her eyebrows which would indicate the women's irritation at her... job presumably, or the perspiration gathering above her lip suggesting she had been outside in the heat most of the day, possibly guiding the other students.

"Quite. I presume I am one of the last few to arrive? Considering you appear to have already led quite a few of the other students down this path today and your desire for the day to end.", she responded in a monotone voice as she returned her eyes back to the path ahead.

There were other students, and considering the headteachers tone in the letter it would be safe to assume that he would like all the students to meet and interact, most likely location for this would be a dining room considering the time of day and social standing of the head.

"Correct milady, though there are still 4 more students to arrive. Please follow me to the dining room where you may become acquainted with your peers.", the maid offered in a polite and measured tone (Suggesting she had not cared for Sherry comments) before taking the lead. They continued for some time in silence, before approaching a large door, the dulled sound of cutlery on china and murmur of conversation telling Sherry's they had reached their destination. "Your bags have been taken to your room, have a nice evening milady.", the maid offered with a slight curtsey before moving away done the hallway and leaving Sherry alone.

Upon pushing the door open, she found herself looking at a long table with 12 sitting places set, and already 7 of these seats had been occupied. Each place was marked with a name, indicating who sat where. Moving towards her seat she spared little attention to the people occupying the room, already pretty aware of their life story without having to look.

Taking her seat, she turned her attention to her card, paused and blinked. The Star could be considered an ironic title to give the girl, not only where stars know to be used in the art of fortune telling but also existed above the world where they were able to observe the happening of humans with a objective view, however this irony was lost on the girl and she soon turned her attention to the card at the place next to her, absent for now, The Hierophant was the title above the boys name. Sherry quirked her eyebrow curiously before picking up the outer most fork and beginning her meal.

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~Samuel J. Livingston~

August 1st, 2015


Samuel, having flown all the way from Holliday, Utah, to whatever Greek inslet that he was plopped down on, had caught a bit of jet lag, and his left ear felt as if it was half-deaf from the constant changes in air pressure. He attempted to clear it out by yawning, but to no avail.

He had only been standing in front of that mansion for a little over a minute, with his single orange duffel bag hanging from his shoulder by a wide, yet thin black strap, and yet his mind was already in motion. He noted the camera that was staring at him, and he faked what would seem to be a genuine smile and wave.

Although Samuel knew that there would be way more than one camera, it only sent a twitch of irritation through him. He muttered under his breath, "Now why would they need cameras for a school dedicated to the gifted..." He had only just finished his statement when he realized why, although he decided to not let it linger any longer, and pushed it to the back of his mind.

After taking in the sights, Samuel finally stepped forward and up to the main doors. Before he came to a total stop, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He put on a friendly persona before turning around and smiling warmly to what appeared to be a butler.

"I can bring your belongings to your room. Your card and letter, please?" the butler asked.

In a flash, Samuel remembered the letter, as well as the card that came with it. "Sure, here you go."

"Please, make your way to the dining hall so that you may join the others."

"Uh, okay then." Samuel hoisted the duffel bag off of his shoulder and into the butler's waiting hands, walking past him and pulling the large doors open. He stepped inside, gazing around the entry room in mild awe. After a moment or two, he decided to finally make his way to the dining hall, noting every hall and room he came across. The layout was imperative to know, even if a little bit. If something interesting occurred and he was forced to book it, he'd be able to navigate throughout this foreign location.

At last, he came upon the dining hall, where most of the other gifted individuals were already seated. He found the plate with the card standing atop it saying "Samuel Livingston". He took his seat, with a petite girl with straight black hair sitting to his right, while another girl with blonde/orange hair who seemed like a bit of an airhead sat happily to his left.

The lights suddenly dimmed, and the monitor at the end of the table started speaking in a robotic voice. He really didn't pay attention; instead, he studied the appearance of the girls to his immediate flanks. He soon figured out that he'd have a mental and psychological rival unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

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An airhead, that's how others always perceived her. Chess wasn't sure if it was due to her small size or bright smile, but she was always being underestimated. How she loved to surprise others with her knowledge! Chess could see that even now, despite the fact that she had proved herself and gotten into what was supposed to be one of the best schools in the world they were most probably doubting her presence. Chess never belonged anywhere, she never fit in and she wasn't sure why. The girl always did her best, but in the end she almost always stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Nathan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Chess smiled despite the bad pun, she could tell he was nervous and decided that she would simply put his worries at ease by giving him the pleasant expression she most always wore. His voice tasted gray, like a cloudy sky. "Despite what you might be thinking I'm not named for the game, rather I'm named for my great grandmother Charlesse . Chess was what her friends called her so my parents thought it would be cute to name me the same thing." It was a lie. Chess was actually named for the classic black and white checkered board game but others normally found this so odd that she had decided to revamp her naming story to something a bit more classical.

After all, Chess was such an uncommon name, especially for a girl and the fact that Chess could not actually play chess did not help her case any. The girl turned to her plate and took a bite, chewing slowly in order to savor the flavour of her food and maybe in order to avoid more conversation. She could tell that Nathan was not used to speaking to people, the exact opposite of her. While Chess had been at first rejected by her classmates, she had eventually been accepted by them and opened up to become the bubbly, loving girl she is today.

Chess realized there was another boy on her other side. Unlike Nathan though, he was tall and a bit... Scary looking. Chess did not enjoy the looks he was giving her, as though he were sizing up a meal and she swallowed hard, nearly choking on her bite of buttered bread. "How do you do?" There was no point in avoiding conversation as eventually she would have to speak to him. "My name is Chess, who might you be?" The girl inquired with a warm smile.

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"C’est dommage, but suit yourself mate."

Rook had absolutely no idea what the other male had said in the first part of his sentence. He had studied enough English to speak it fluently, but this language was... well, foreign. Luckily, Rook was prepared for such an occurrence. He quickly inputted the phrase into a translation program on his phone and got the instant translation. Shame? What is a shame here, exactly? That I'm not going to be getting to know you better? Ha, get your head out of the clouds... Rook's inner monologue was cut short upon his realization that he did not quite remember his "pair's" name. He locked his phone and angled it to the side as to see the person's reflection in the dark glass. Noting that he appeared to be looking elsewhere, Rook quickly glanced at the other male's name printed on a slip of paper on the table. Kay Ainsworth, huh?

He looked back at the reflection of Kay on his phone and then followed the direction in which Kay had appeared to be looking. Right across from himself sat two others, one with long silvery hair, the other with long green hair. Kay seemed to be staring specifically at the girl with silver, given the angle of his pupils. Rook couldn't help but wonder what the reason was. Perhaps he had a thing for the short, silver-haired girl? Maybe something happened between the two? After all, they were both here before he had arrived. It is a possibility they had spoken prior to Rook's arrival. With a scoff, Rook unlocked his phone once more.

The seats around the table were quickly filled and, with food decadently assorted on the tabletop, it appeared as though the others had begun to mingle. Rather, it was certain they had begun. The level of volume was certainly higher than it was before; not chaotic, but higher. To another person, this would probably feel like a normal occurrence. However, to Rook it felt suffocating. It felt as though he were enclosed in a room with sound blaring from all sides. Something that a person who always preferred the silence would only understand.

"Is the need to hear your own voice such a necessity?" Rook muttered just loud enough for some to hear, though without a specific person in mind. "Mataku*. When will I be allowed to leave this table? I have better things to do than listen to these clowns converse." Taking another sip of his milk, Rook pulled up another application on his phone, this one meant for hacking. He had tried it once before, hacking into the academy's system that is, but failed. He knew it was, with the powerful firewall they had, an impossible task, but it was a way of keeping his mind from idling to death.

* means Geez or Good Grief

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~Samuel J. Livingston~


Samuel said nothing as he watched the Italian jerk up to his feet and smile maniacally. He was virtually unfazed, though; he knew that a creep like this would be erecting at least a few haunting images here and there. In fact, as the man strode over, Samuel donned a genuine grin. He was slightly perplexed, however, at the doll mounted onto the guy's shoulder, but it seemed like it had nothing to do with the current situation, so he paid no attention to it.

He listened to the man berate him for interrupting his chat with the French woman and for spoiling his appetite. His grin only turned more smug as the Italian completed his sentence.

It was a bold move on his part, sending the King advancing on the psychological game of chess that Samuel was playing with him, but he saw the kinks in the attack and dove right in.

Smiling even more, he pushed back, "The name's Samuel. I assume you're not familiar with the American accent, because that's exactly what my voice contains. I believe we have never spoken before because you've been trying to place that French girl over there-" he pointed at the girl the man had just spoken to- "under your control. You've been assigned the "The Devil" Tarot card, but even an ape can figure out that fact."

Samuel leaned in close to The Devil, his own eyes mere inches away from him. His voice was a mere whisper. "I can guess that you've been waiting for someone to swoop in and save the girl, and I proudly recommend shutting your childish mouth up. It's a shame that you're using your God-forsaken gift right out of the gate like this. I can tell you're a master at using it, which means that you've used it to torment countless other people to bring them under your control. You may think you're the stronger man here, but keep in mind that I sit on the throne, and me alone. Any attempts that you do to try to take it away from me will be obliterated. Because you see, you've started a fight that you'll never be able to escape from. No one can beat me at the art of deduction. No one."

Samuel leaned away from The Devil, returning to his original position. He shifted his gaze to the woman who was being fought over and read her expression. After a moment, he noticed that all of the other kids had looked up from what they were doing to watch the action. Perfect, he thought, smiling to himself mentally.

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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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- 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."