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Noemi Raske

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

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NOEMI ✦ RASKE


Imageβœ– Full Name βœ–
Noemi Elin Raske

βœ– Nicknames βœ–
Noe, Emi, Einstein

βœ– Age βœ–
Fifteen

βœ– Gender βœ–
Female

βœ– Sign βœ–
Gemini
Born June 21st

βœ– Role βœ–
The Magician

βœ– Sexuality βœ–
Grey Asexual

βœ– Nationality βœ–
Norwegian | American

βœ– Face Claim βœ–
Koto from Kyousougiga






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βœ– General Appearance βœ–
Noemi has always been a very petite girl, standing at only 4'11". Being so young, she's still carrying many childish traits such as her wide eyes and round face. Despite having such a young gleam to them, her eyes are actually rather disconcerting to most people. They're the exact color of fresh blood and are accentuated by the long, dark lashes lining them. /wip

βœ– Noticeable Features βœ–
Bow | | Her hair is never left loose, always held back in some style by a large crimson bow. The reason is because of how thin her hair is despite having a decent amount of volume./wip

βœ– Gift βœ–
Noemi has the gift of extremely fast and accurate analytic skills. Her mind is quick enough that it only takes a glance at a written problem before she has the answer. She struggles to remember a time that she's ever answered a mathematic or scientific equation wrong since the formulas have long since been burned into her mind. Even her estimations are correct nearly all the time, such as when she's guessing the height of a building just by looking at it based on it's relation to things she knows the size of. By now, her life has just become a series of numbers. She calculates every part of her routine and the actions she makes to achieve ideal efficiency.

βœ– Hobbies βœ–
Drawing | | Doodling, rather. She sometimes sits and just draws different spirals to keep herself from focusing too hard on anything else.
Crossword Puzzles | | She tried Sudoku and found that it was far too easy for her. Since words aren't her strong point, she often does crosswords in her free time to try and broaden her vocabulary and improve her literacy.
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βœ– Personality βœ–
Efficient / Outgoing / Determined / Blunt / Dense
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βœ– Dislikes βœ–
History
Being doubted
Solitude
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βœ– Likes βœ–
Mathematics
Peaches
Skirts
Styling/playing with hair
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βœ– Flaws βœ–
No Mental Restraint | | One big downfall of her gift is that she feels obliged to keep utilizing it, even when she's completely alone. She can get a little overwhelmed by her own mind sometimes, leading to an inability to focus on one specific thing and sometimes causing mild panic attacks as a result.
Compulsive Liar | | She's good at it, too. It's actually quite impressive how well she can fake the truth and keep a poker face at the same time. It's not always intentional- most of the time when she lies she doesn't put much thought into the consequences.
Fumbling | | She can't always keep up with how fast her thoughts move which sometimes ends in her completely messing up what she's writing or spelling things wrong. Additionally, despite her mind being quick her physical reflexes definitely aren't on par.

βœ– Fears βœ–
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βœ– Secrets βœ–
Can't tie shoes
Loves reptiles
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[img]picture[/img]βœ– Bio βœ–
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βœ–Hospital Mental Evaluationβœ–
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So begins...

Noemi Raske's Story

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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Rook Justitia Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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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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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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~ Hanako Asato ~


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XXXWhere: Athens, Greece
XXXWhen: August 1st, 2015
XXXWho: Staff and Characters
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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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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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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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α΄‘Κœα΄‡Κ€α΄‡: Milos, Greek Islet
α΄‘Κœα΄‡Ι΄: August 1st, 2015
ᴑʜᴏ: Staff, Characters
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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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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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- Sherry Hisakawa -
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Who: Staff and Characters
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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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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Rook Justitia Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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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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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Rook Justitia Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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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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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hanako Asato Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Rook Justitia Character Portrait: Lukas Haddok-Sugoya Character Portrait: Noemi Raske
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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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Chess had left the dining room and was wandering in the hallway. The texture of the walls left a nice taste in her mouth and so she was running her fingers across the cool stone, wondering if she was ever going to be able to find the dorms in this enormous place all by herself. Chess stopped upon reaching an atrium of some sorts, turning in circles as she looked up in awe. This campus really was beautiful and she wondered how out of all the people in the world she had been chosen for this opportunity. Of course Chess was also beginning to realize it wasn't as great as it seemed. Stuck on an island with a lunatic, some sort of ex con, and a bunch of socially awkward kids is not how she imagined her first year of high school.

Still it was better than the all girl's boarding school Chess was supposed to attend. Her parents had figured that since her health wasn't failing it was about time they sent her to the school her mother had attended and her grandmother before her. It wasn't anything more than a small school in the countryside of France dedicated to teaching women to be proper young girls. Chess had absolutely no interest in such a place and so when the mysterious tarot card showed up on her doorstep along with an invitation the female hadn't even hesitated. Her parents had, of course, been very worried. However Chess convinced them that she would be fine, she wasn't like the other girls in her grade that enjoyed showing off their-erm-assets. Not that Chess really had any to show off in the first place, she was as flat as a board and skinny as a rail.

In the end Chess had made quite the convincing argument and so her parents could not refuse, seeing as how passionate their daughter was to attend this school none of them knew anything about. Lost in thought, Chess hadn't realized that she had stopped walking until a certain boy nearly bumped into her. This time he had a girl in tow, the one from the cafeteria that had run out after Samuel and Belphagor began to argue on her behalf.

"Ah, Nathan. What a lovely surprise, Miss Cassandra it is a pleasure running into you again as well." So Nathan's true character was revealed. It seems he was the type to jump from girl to girl, possibly trying to get to know them all before settling on one. Of course this could just be Chess's imagination as he had seemed so sweet and sincere during their first encounter.

"Unfortunately I haven't had much luck myself. If you'd like though, six eyes is better than four?" It was her way of asking to tag along, Chess was not the type to admit that she actually needed help unless the situation was dire.