Gifted Academy

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.

- Sherry Hisakawa -

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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.

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.

- Sherry Hisakawa -

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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.

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.

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.