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Cassandra Valentine

I'll draw you a picture, hopefully one your feeble mind will be able to understand.

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a character in “Gifted: Reaching for Destiny”, as played by Fabricator

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✖ Full Name ✖:
”People often read too much into a name, rather than the person it describes.”
Cassandra Valentine

✖ Nicknames ✖:
”You can call me whatever the hell you want, but I’ll only answer if I like you.”
Val, Cassie, Cass, Lexi

✖ Age ✖:
”I feel older than I’ve any right to.”
19

✖ Gender ✖:
”Hopefully this isn’t something beyond your ability to work out on your own.”
Female

✖ Sign ✖:
”Are you born conforming to the world around you or does that only begin when you know the rules?”
Cancer - July 9th 1995

✖ Role ✖:
”You can find a cause on any street corner but you only fight for what you believe in.”
The Chariot

✖ Romantic Interest ✖:
”Romantic would hardly describe my interests.”
TBA

✖ Sexuality ✖:
”Either I enjoy your company or I find someone whose company I do enjoy.”
Pansexual

✖ Nationality ✖:
”I may have been born there but I don’t find much solidarity with anyone.”
French

✖ Alignment ✖:
”Leave me be and I’ll leave you as well, but tread the other path lightly.”
Chaotic Neutral

✖ Face Claim ✖:
Kikuchi Makoto





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✖Physical Description✖:
”Dress for yourself, not for other people. You matter, they don’t.”
Cassandra is an attractive girl who can certainly use that to her advantage but she has to work at it due to her personality coming across as somewhat abrasive more often than not. She wears her brown hair short, or when it grows out a little then ties it up into a ponytail, and rarely goes to the effort of applying much more than basic makeup. Her face is faintly oval and shapes her features, accentuating her smile and eyes most of all.

Body type||
She stands at 5’ 7” with an average build weighing in at 155lbs, her body is well-toned from morning runs and workout but nothing requiring much beyond that. She is somewhat thin, but there are hints of existing curves that will most likely grow to enhance her figure more than they do as she advances into her twenties, and perhaps with a little more weight.

Skin Tone||
Light, somewhat pale but healthy and vibrant.

Hair||
Light to dark brown depending on weather

Eye Color||
A deep piercing blue.

Clothing Attire||
Cassandra tends to dress for whatever mood she happens to be in, which can vary from very conservative clothing to somewhat revealing, as well as a range of colours from dark to brighter shades. Though she does have a love of scarves and tends to wear different ones every few days if she can and alternates between ear muffs for the colder weather and large headphones so she can better listen to her music.
She’ll normally wear loose fitting jeans, sometimes with additional pockets so she can better store pencils and the like or scraps of paper. As well as this she’ll wear denim shorts as well with low cut tops.
However her preferred choice of clothing nine times out of ten is to go with a t-shirt with odd designs worn over the top of a similarly adorned tank top, and sometimes with a hoodie jacket over the top along with her cargo-type jeans.

✖ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ✖:
”Not all scars run skin deep, but maybe it’s the ones you can’t see that make us beautiful”
Cassandra’s body is littered with the remains of dozens of scars from half-healed injuries over the years. She also has a nose stud and an assortment of a few small earrings.

✖ Gift ✖:
”Imagine taking anything, even something horrible and turning it into beauty? Even if no one else can see it but you.”
Artistic Intuition - Cassandra is gifted with an unnatural nonchalance when it comes to drawing or painting, to the point that her doodles can almost be called miniature works of art in themselves. However she is able to create truly dazzling works when she puts her mind to it but much of what she classes are pathetic are often wonders to others. She’s spent years working on her skills to the point that she has mastered many different mediums in an attempt to challenge herself due to not having any formal education. Sometimes she has a habit of drawing or doodling when she’s having a nightmare and she keeps a book full of her darkest moments hidden away from prying eyes.

✖ Skills ✖:
”I’m more intellectually gifted than physically but don’t let that fool you.”
Proficient with knives
Artistic/Creative
Emotional Control
Calligraphy
Linguistics, understands a smattering of languages

✖ Personality ✖:
”People always confuse personality with character, forgetting that a difference exists.”





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✖ Hobbies ✖:”Words”
”I’d rather spend an eternity with something that interested me than a second longer with something pointless and boring.”
Drawing, doodling, sketching and painting.
Collecting Books and Records
Tarot and Card Reading (loves the variations of artwork)
Bonsai
Origami
Calligraphy
Stargazing

☢ Likes ☢:
”Sometimes all we need is to recharge with a good book.”
Artwork, traditional and digital
Music
Spending time alone
Spending time with others
Privacy
Reading
Running
Swimming
Sound of the Rain
Graphic Novels

☢ Dislikes ☢:
”I don’t have time to deal with this or that, so I won’t.”
Foolish, stupid or unimaginative people
Loud Noise
Cowards
Computers or machines, prefers drawing by hands but does digital art.
Being still or inactive for too long
Sudoku or Crosswords
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☢ Flaws ☢:
”A flaw is only what other people tend to find issues with.”
Jealous
Moody
Withdrawn
Cold
Sometimes overly dependant
Procrastinates a lot
Distrustful
Emotionally distant and unreadable at times
Insecure

☢ Fears ☢:
”We can’t let ourselves be controlled by our fear or we’ve lost who we are.”
Being hurt or betrayed
Not being able to Escape
Crowds
Choking & Suffocation
Intimacy
Her ‘Father’

☢ Secrets ☢:
”Sometimes you’re better off not knowing everything.”
Details of what happened when she was younger
What she spent most of her time doing after running away from foster care
Her relationship to the Lovers, as far as others know.





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☢ Bio ☢:
Cassie was born in the early days of a rather warm July in France to two loving parents in a rather rich part of town, where she was doted on for a few years till two small bundles of joy arrived. Together they managed rather well due to her father’s work but sadly that ended when he was killed in a car crash when Cassie was six. Over the next few months things became harder for the family as without their father they were struggling and had to move, eventually being taken in by the man their mother later married. Which began a rather rough time for the children and their mother in general, that didn’t end well for any of them.
He’d always been an abusive man, blaming everyone but himself for his mistakes and failings, but on the eve of Cassie’s twelfth birthday he came home worse than usual, and the smell of alcohol and drugs almost a physical force radiating from the man. The house rang with screams and shouts as their parents argued back and forth while the twins huddled together and Cassie tried her best to keep them safe and away from the horror outside their door. A little after midnight the noise had quietened down and the two children had finally fallen asleep holding each other on the floor while their big sister stroked their hair and quietly whispered herself a happy birthday. After a while she left the room to see what the damage was this time and she’s never been able to get the images of the broken house from that night. The next day her and her siblings were taken away, and never saw the nightmare again.
Both of the young children were snatched up by prospective parents and following a plenary adoption they were both welcome into a new home together where they became part of a loving family and took up a new name and freedom from the system.
Unlike her younger siblings however Cassie was not as lucky and often overlooked by prospective parents, her brash attitude and somewhat hostile nature usually discouraging people from developing any real attachment to her. This was in part due to a great distrust of adults in general as well as the loss of her siblings to the system. Even so she did make it into several homes and such over the years but nothing really lasted for her, usually due to her running away or lashing out before finally making her life her own.

☢Hospital Mental Evaluation ☢:
”I don’t see why this is entirely necessary …”
“This is my evaluation of the subject, Cassandra ‘Valentine’.
She is aged thirteen, and has recently been entered into the foster care system, though I believe this is not her first time through.
I have been unable to find any records listing a birth or any family connections so my finding is that the name is not the one she was born with, but from what I’ve managed to gather it is an understandable coping mechanism.
From what I’ve seen of her medical records much of her body shows signs of injuries sustained in the past year that denote abuse of the highest order and thankfully the previously broken bones appear to have set without any deformity. And all in all she is said to be healthy and fit bar some still healing bruises and faint cuts.
However it is her mental state that concerns me. I’ve observed her interaction with other foster children as well as how she acts alone and she is unpredictable if anything. She seems to have a fount of supressed rage, that when others approach her can just as likely result in her enjoying their company as she is to attack them. Though she rarely seems to perform the latter when first meeting others so it appears she evaluates them before settling on her next course of action. Yet she also becomes restless if she’s alone for too long but seems to crave solitude.
I’ve spent many hours running her through tests to evaluate her mental state and she seems to function at above average, if not approaching an almost genius level intellect. This may be attributed to signs of photographic memory; though not infallible it does seem to work best when required to duplicate images and the like, to the point that if I had not watched her sketch the image in question I would have doubted her as the artist. From this I would say she pictorial replication and possessed of great artistic talent but seems to lack true drive to further this beyond basic replication. Whether this is due to what her imagination brings to mind is uncertain.
She is very guarded about her past and what resulted in her trauma but she seemed to be very protective of a set of dolls I introduced her too during one of our sessions, to the point of actively trying to keep herself between myself and the dolls. Her awareness of events seems to have slowly returned during our sessions to the point that I can suggest she is coping with her past but I fear she may be internalising too much for her health. She has clearly suffered great trauma that she’s either blocking out or reliving at regular intervals, and her rather limited photographic recall is unlikely to help in either regard.
All in all my recommendation is that dropping her directly into Foster Care could prove more detrimental than further assistance and support from myself or similar.”


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So begins...

Cassandra Valentine's Story

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Anderson Montgomery March


Today was that day. Or night he supposed since it was evening already. Many months of preping and planing would finally come together. whether or not it will bare fruit though, well that was beyond The mans vision. As he sat in his study, the man known as Anderson Montgomery March contemplated just how this batch of students would turn out. It was his third undertaking in The short history of his academy. And to date only five students have ever seemed to survive. wait no that's not the right word, graduate? That was it. Only Five have ever graduated from his enigmatic school. Perhaps the challenge was to hard for most, or maybe he had not made the first few clues in his little game obvious enough? Well regardless, this would be a learning experience for both him and his students.

As he was about to go an yet another extensively long train of thought there was a knock on the door. Anderson casually righted himself and his appearance before addressing the situation. "You may come in." The door opened and a rather tall, thin man in his later years entered the room. The man bowed formally before speaking. "The children will be arriving in their limo's as we speak master. Unfortunately it appears we might not be seeing a few of them for A few days due to travel delays." Anderson looked over his glasses at his old friend and gave a soft smile. " Some things cannot be helped i suppose. Thank you Joseph, please have them shown to their rooms then brought to the dinning room for dinner. Its going to be a very interesting year." The headmaster turned in his chair to gaze out at the night sky. Joseph spoke up. "As you wish sir." The butler paused a moment before speaking again. "Do you believe these children will last longer then a year? Anderson paused and thought for a moment on this. "Yes . . . I do in fact. I have this feeling about this batch. Things will be different this time around old friend." Joseph bowed again and exited the study, off to greet the new students to Gifted Academy. Mr.March sat there, staring out at the stars in the sky. A smile slowly growing on his lips. "Yes, This time things will be much different."

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Cassandra lounged in the back of the limo, glancing out of the window at the scenery as it went by in a blur. It had been a couple of hours now since she’d been picked up by the somewhat dour gentleman from the airport, and the journey had been exciting at first but after a few miles of the same thing she had become bored with it. Her eyes flickered down to her sketch book which contained a handful of drawings of trees and buildings and people, including that of the driver. She’d done two of those in fact, planning to hand one to him as a thanks for picking her up. But then again he clearly must be paid for such work she mused as her fingers lightly brushed over the charcoal she’d used to mark out his features from what she could see in the reflection from the rear view mirror.

The light outside was beginning to fade, and despite having slept rather well on the flight had to stifle a yawn as she enjoyed the quickly diminishing sunset. She was contemplating dozing but then again she was worried she’d miss seeing where she’d be spending a unknown amount of time. The realization caused a frown to cross her face, wrinkling her forehead slightly as she muttered to herself. She’d never thought how long she was likely to be at his establishment and that bothered her greatly, since education had never really agreed with her.

Admittedly she was certainly capable of surviving in the real world but the academic side bothered her as it was alien and far too costly as far as she was concerned but the chance for a free place? She’d jumped at the offer and here she was in the back of a limo. Things certainly went up for her lately.

Her reflection was broken by the sound of her driver announcing that they’d be arriving shortly, causing her to look out of the window again in hopes of spying their destination. Her mount opened slightly as she saw the looming buildings as they approached and she felt herself deeply impressed. She pulled her headphones down so they hung around her neck before picking up her blue baker boy hat and putting it on as she gathered up her papers and art tools, sliding them into her holdall backpack.

The limo pulled up at the base of a set of stairs leading up to the expansive mansion she’d seen on not long before but in person it was even larger than she’d gathered from her earlier glimpse and she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

“This is a step up from the streets.”

She whispered to herself as she climbed out of the limo, whistling a little to herself before turning and smiling at the driver who’d just opened her door.

“Um, I drew this for you on the way… I got a little bored.”

Smiling warmly, or as best she could she handed him the drawing she’d done while she watched him about an hour earlier and lightly rubbed her neck in slightly embarrassment, but didn’t give any other signs of the nervousness. The man smiled back and took the picture, glancing at it caused his eyes to widen slightly before he carefully folded it and put it in his pocket.

“Thank you Miss, I’ll take your bags up to the house. If you want to proceed first.”

He then tilted his head in a bow before opening the boot of the car and lifting out her large wooden trunk and suitcase with some difficulty and making his way up the stairs towards the house, where a rather thin man in a suit was descending to greet her.

“It is my honour to welcome to the gifted academy, young Miss. It is a pleasure to have you here. My name is Joseph C. Wright, I am the head butler of this household and shall be attending to you and the other students here at our academy. Would you kindly show me your card?”

“Ah yes. I’ve got that here somewhere.”

She’d begun to fidget a little as her mind was tracing out the butler and itching to draw him and the mansion he catered for but she pushed down the urge and reached into her pocket. Her fingers brushed against the key that had come with the card she carefully withdrew which depicted an angelic woman at the reins of a golden chariot pulled by a black horse on the right and white one on the left, underneath which were the words ‘VII - The Chariot’.

“Indeed, the Chariot. You must be our resident artist, Miss Cassandra Valentine. If you’ll come with me, the others are gathering in the front hall first then once you’ve all arrived you’ll be shown to your room to freshen up for dinner this evening. Sadly a few of the students have been delayed so we’ll be starting without them.”

Cassandra followed Joseph in silence, unable to think of anything to say to the man as the grandeur of the place hit her and she tried her best to not panic at the uncertainty of her situation. She’d asked Joseph if it would be possible to have her trunk and suitcase taken directly to her room as she doubted she’d be able to cart them through the halls herself and he assured her things would be taken care of as the driver took them both away leaving her feeling a little lost without her items.
She wondered who the others where and what they all shared to have been invited to a place like this, especially since she was not a fan of her art even if it was apparently worthwhile according to others. Shaking her head she walked through a door that joseph held open for her and was left standing in a room with a few others who she could only assume were to be her classmates.

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"Ah! We're finally here!" exclaimed an excited Ruko, acting more like a child than a sixteen year old. She'd spent a long few hours on a plane from Japan. She would have arrived a few hours before, but due to weather conditions her flight had been delayed for a little over an hour. As such, it was already quite dark upon her arrival; evening had already settled in. "Ugh... The jet lag is gonna be the death of me..." the pink-haired female complained. She tiredly made her way to the baggage claim and picked up her belongings, which were surprisingly minimal for someone of her background. All she had brought with her was a guitar in a case, which she had slung over her shoulder, and a single bag of luggage. She brought only what seemed to be essential.

She made her way to Gate D of the terminal, being sure to keep a wide berth around those of the male gender. It was unlucky for her to have had to sit beside some random guy for the entire flight, she couldn't sleep a wink because of it, so she had no intention of spending anymore time near them than she had to. As she passed through the doors, she spotted a sign with her name written on it in large bold letters held up by a butler. She shuddered at the thought of being driven around by a male... though she really had no choice. The ticket she had received alongside her letter, key and card was just a one-way ticket. There was no turning back at this point.

She hustled over to the sign-bearer and stopped a few feet in front of him. "Uhm. Excuse me!" She called, her English definitely needed a little bit of work; her better language was Japanese and lesser ones being English and Latin. "That... Uh, that name on the sign. That's me." She flashed her driver a smile, hoping she didn't seem as nervous as she already was. "Of course. Right this way, Ms. Justitia." The butler said, pasting a smile on his face, as he gestured over to a nearby vehicle. A limo, to be specific. Ruko was a bit concerned with the butler; he had put on a smile, but she could tell that it was fake. Not the kid of fake that someone would use to kidnap someone, but more like he was just fulfilling his job to keep food on the table. Despite that, she couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of the limo. She had ridden in limos before, but it hadn't been something she'd done for a few years. It was an odd sense of nostalgia. She hopped into her seat, door held open by Mr. Butler, and decided she may as well take this chance to catch up on some well needed sleep.

She woke up, unsure of how much time had passed, to a buzzing sound coming from what appeared to be a sort of intercom system. She pressed the button and heard the familiar voice of her driver. "Ms. Justitia, we will be arriving at the academy shortly." She glanced out the window and, to her surprise, was shocked at the scene she saw before her. Granted, the sight was very dark and hard to see, but she could just barely make out the outline of what appeared to be a forest. "Mirificum..." She mumbled, half asleep. She could only imagine what it would be like during a fine bright day in the middle of autumn; she made a mental note to explore this area if she ever had the time. Just like the driver had said, it was not long before they had arrived at the entrance of the academy.

She stepped out of the vehicle, letter from the headmaster in hand, and headed over to the doors. She did not make it far."Ohh... This is a pretty fancy looking acade-- Hueh?!" In her half-asleep state, she did not notice that there was a curb and, naturally, fell face first to the ground. "Ah, are you alright?" Asked a voice, not that of her driver. Ruko looked up and her face turned an unsightly pale shade. She stared right into the face of some random man. By the looks of it another butler, but a man nonetheless. She quickly did her best to collect herself and took several steps backwards. "Y-yeah! I'm verine, thankyou!" She said, stumbling over her words. The one who had just questioned her picked up the letter that she was previously holding and took a look at the card contained within. "The Magician. You must be Ms. Ruko Justitia, then. Welcome to the Gifted Academy." The man said, given her a bright smile. "My name is Joseph C. Wright, head butler of this establishment. I shall be servicing you and the rest of the students for the remainder of your stay."

Ruko was unsure about him. Of course, she had biased suspicions of lots of males given her condition, but he just seemed... off. Typically, she was able to understand peoples emotions through their body language and facial expression, yet this man... Joesph, seemed to not show anything at all; as though he wore a mask. In any case, she didn't feel comfortable staying outside with him. "Right. Yes. Thank you for the welcome. See you!" She quickly bowed before swiping back her items and making a dash for the doors. She slammed them shut behind her with a loud bang and immediately slumped up against the closest wall. "Bardus..." She mumbled to herself with a sigh.


Mirificum=Awesome
I'm verine, thankyou!= stuttering due to nerves. She meant to say "I'm very fine, thank you"
Bardus=Stupid

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Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Nathan Alshane Character Portrait: Hakon Sigrun Character Portrait: Makoto Shijima Character Portrait: Ruko Justitia Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth Character Portrait: Marcia Rivera Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth
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Day 1

When Nathan entered the front hall, he found absolutely no one there. "So I'm the first one, huh..." he mused. Abruptly, a grin blossomed on his face. "Then I guess I can just kick back for a bit!"

Looking around at the lower portions of the walls, he noticed an outlet not too far away from the door. Sitting down directly on the floor next to that outlet, he unzipped the front pocket of his suitcase and took out a charger cable, putting the Strength card in its place. His other hand took his dark blue 3DS out of his pocket, and connected the charger to it. As the orange charging light came on, Nathan opened the 3DS and immediately started up Kid Icarus Uprising.

Several minutes and murdered enemies later, the screen displayed the main character, an angel with rather small wings, flying alongside an elegant-looking starship in a beautiful ocean of stardust. From Nathan's expression, it was clear he was enjoying himself...apparently so much that he hadn't even paid any mind to the bizarre odor of multiple plants which suddenly filled the hall.

However, he suddenly saw a green skull surrounded by purple flames appearing on the screen. Oh, crap! Knowing that this skull was an enemy which would instantly kill his character, Nathan was about to take action...

The doors to the hallway slammed shut, startling Nathan and prompting him to look up. A moment later, a scream emitted from his 3DS, and he looked down to see the words "I'M FINISHED!" on the screen. Putting the 3DS in his pocket with a dismayed expression, Nathan looked up again to see who had slammed the door.

There was a girl sitting on the other side of the hallway, right next to the door, with pink hair and an extremely pale complexion--as though she had seen a ghost. What the-- Suddenly more aware of his surroundings, Nathan looked around some more and realized he was no longer alone in this hall. Including that girl, there were already six other people here!

I had my 3DS at max volume...oh, geez. Feeling extremely embarrassed, Nathan was completely unsure of if he should say something or not.

With excellent timing, the doors opened once again, and two more people entered within a few seconds of each other--a tall boy with dark brown hair, who immediately went to lean against a wall, and a much shorter girl with long, lavender hair, who immediately went to that same boy and started talking to him about...something. The atmosphere of awkwardness in the front hall was re-established perfectly.

Not much later, Mr. Wright entered the hall as well, closing the doors behind him as he did so. "We've been informed," he told them with a somewhat more somber expression, "that the final student we were expecting tonight has been delayed. It is unfortunate, but we may as well start showing you all to your new rooms. If you would all follow me?"

Pulling the 3DS charger from the outlet and pocketing it, Nathan stood up and moved to follow the butler. In turn, Mr. Wright waited for the others to gather their things and stand up before proceeding.

Several minutes of walking later, Mr. Wright spoke up again. "All of your rooms are located in this wing, I should mention. Ah...it appears we have arrived at one already." He stopped in front of one door...

...which Nate, who was at the front of the group, could see had a picture on it. To be specific, a much larger version of the Strength card's image. "This one's mine, then?" he asked quietly, pointing at the door.

"Well, you are the holder of Strength, are you not, Master Nathan?" the butler retorted with a hint of deadpan sarcasm. "And of course, the keys that we provided to you through the letters will open your room, but no one else's. Now, let the rest of us carry onward." He walked two more paces before stopping and adding, "Ah, yes, I should mention...please excuse the rigidity of our schedule, but attempt to settle yourself in with haste. In about one hour, we shall have prepared a banquet in the dining hall." He gave them directions on how to get there from this wing, and then resumed walking, leaving Nathan standing in front of the door to his room.

Wonder what this will be like... Taking the key from his pocket, Nathan inserted it into the lock and turned it clockwise. Pushing the door open slowly, he entered...

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Hakon Astapora Sigrun


The daze Hakon had been in as he rested from hulling his bags from out of the car was broken, the sound of the slammed door and the fact that there was now many more people outside than before brought him back to reality like a brick brings a balloon back to earth. "Schisse! Vait vore me!" He called out as he followed the group from the back. He kept his head low from that point on, keeping himself from become all too noticeable as his gown dragged behind and his plush jingled with a bell in its tail.

As the group was lead to their rooms, he took mental note of everyone he could see. A large male with flaming red hair, someone he would have to walk on egg shells a lot with to keep on his goodside he thought. The male from earlier with a leopard spotted hat, no one to keep tabs on and seemed nice enough. Another male that looked more like a bussiness man than a student. An oddity, but nothing too out of the ordenary. Though he had no right to speak on the topic of being "normal". A lavender haired girl clinging on to the bussiness attired male? She's pretty and seemed nice.

He didn't have the time to asses everyone there as he noted that the butler was explaining who's door was whos. Or at least that's how he took it. "So sat mean sat... The green haired cuckoolander wandered from the group and strolled down the hall until he stopped in front of a door that matched his own card. A woman draped in blue was a moon headdress and sitting on a throne set in what seemed to be a temple of some kind. "sis is meine. ja?" He plunged his hand into the back of his gliscor plush, pulling out the key that had been given to him so long ago. He waved his head back and forth as he fumbled with his things and the key, but finally opened the door before walking inside.

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The entire time he had been waiting Alex had just been standing there, just humming to himself as students slowly trickled in through the door. All lead in by The butler. Well.....almost all of them. That one girl with the pink hair practically barged with the grace of a rhinoceros. He couldn't help but snicker at this but quickly shut himself up. There was no need for him getting on anyone's bad side on the first day. Or would it be night? Well it didn't mater much now. they were all here now. The boy playing the DS looked like he had been here for a while now and seemed a bit absorbed in his game. Then there was the girl with the long green hair who smelled like his grandmothers herb garden. Alex tried to refrain from sneezing. He eyed the tall boy leaning against the wall. Something tells me I shouldn't try anything with that guy. He quickly sized up everyone else in the room. The group looked like a bunch of teens that you would never picture all hanging out together, much less being in the same room. what is this, the breakfast club?

Alex let out sigh. He better make a good first impression if he planed on surviving this kind of place. After all, everyone here was special and talented in their own right. That alone was intimidating enough for him. At least most of the girls were pretty. The girl with the silvery hair that walked in with that guy at the same time was pretty cute. The thought brought color to his cheeks for only a moment before he pulled his hat down a bit to cover his face up. aside from that, it looked as if all the students were accounted for by Alex's perspective, at least until Joseph entered and made his announcement of the late arrival. Mr. Wright waited for the others to gather their things before heading off deeper into the manor. Alex had thought to put his headphones on and listen to music, but decided against it, Realizing how rude it might appear.

When they arrived in the wing where their rooms were located. Alexander approached the butler and gave a light tap to the mans shoulder. Joseph turned his head and regarded the Fool, not looking the least bit annoyed. "Yes master Alex, Is there something you need?" While he was not accustom to being treated so politely, Alex still reciprocated by adgusting his hat so that his face could be seen easily. meeting the butler with deep blue eyes, The boy gave a bow of the head. His grandfather taught him to be respectful and polite in front of people deserving of it. "My apologies Mr.Wright, but I have a few matters that I would like to attend to right away. Could you please point out my room if it is not to much trouble to ask?" Some of the students had their eyes on him now. It made him nervous being looked at by more then one person. What made it worse was wondering what they might be thinking of him right now. The butler just smiled and pointed to what happened to be the very last door at the end of the hall. "It is quite alright dear Fool. All of you must be wanting to settle in right away, I cannot blame you for wanting to be in a more comfortable setting. The last room there is yours."

Alexander gave another bow of his head and thanked the butler. He quickly addressed the rest of his fellow students. "I hope to meet you all later tonight at the dinner. perhaps then we can be properly introduced." With that he turned on his heel and walked at a brisk pace to his door. Oh dear lord, I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest.

He stopped in front of the door. His door. On it was the same image of the jester that was on his card. The jester seemed to grin down at him in an eerie sort of way. The boy gulped. Well, might as well get it over with then. He inserted his key, turned it and opened the door . . . .

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Once inside, what she could only assume to be the main hall of this place she wasn’t exactly sure what to do given that she wasn’t alone and didn’t know her presumed classmates yet. Opting for a safe choice she purposefully made her way towards a couch a little out of the way near one of the corners of the room and settled into it, lying back a little and taking out her sketchbook. She pulled her headphones up over her hat and put them back on so she could enjoy a little music while she worked, her eyes flitting around the room to take in the architecture but most importantly the people standing in it.

Spying a total of five other students, two of which were girls and three boys she tried her best from where she was to jot down their features and such while also drawing a landscape picture of the room itself from where she sat. Definitely an interesting collection of people that was for sure, she mused as she cast her eyes over to the boy sat playing on his DS quietly out of the way. She engrossed in sketching those who she’d seen and would quite possibly have missed the arrival of a girl with hair so bright it almost hurt to look at had it not been for the fact she slammed the door after her. Though Cassie had to admit, even just to herself that her reaction to the bright pink hair was probably due to jetlag finally starting to catch up to her after the journey, and an accompanying yawn did little to dissuade her of that feeling.

She’d just begun adding the girl, after trying her best not to glare since the echo from the slamming door had echoed quite loudly and wondering if she’d have a bright enough pink for the portrait later on when the door was opened again and a pair came in following Joseph. Cassie cocked her head a little towards them, watching as the small petite girl walked more into the room while the rather tall boy seemed to try and hide in the shadows rather than follow. The girl appeared to be asking Joseph something before running back to the boy. Cassandra then lifted her headphones off so they’d hang around her neck as the head butler appeared to be wanting to address them all, but her attention seemed drawn to the latest arrivals.

“Wonder if they’re a couple or something.”

She muttered to herself, flicking a page and quickly doing a speed sketching the two leaning close together, lips almost touching but with one standing in light and the other in darkness.

“We've been informed," The head Butler began, his voice a somewhat sombre tone compared to earlier "that the final student we were expecting tonight has been delayed. It is unfortunate, but we may as well start showing you all to your new rooms. If you would all follow me?"

She was only half listening to Joseph as she finished up her drawing, and wasn’t that interested that others hadn’t arrived but at the mention of room she perked up and quickly tucked her art book and pencils into her bag so she could follow Joseph to their rooms. They’d entered a long hallway with several doors branching off, each of which looked to depict a different Tarot, causing her to fetch her own out to compare with the art on the doors. However before she could she saw one of the others, a boy with blonde hair approach Joseph as he was explaining about the room and request to go straight to his own. Her ears perked up at the comment about him being the Fool which made her chuckle at little as he ran towards the furthest room. Shaking her head she wandered away from the others, looking at each of the portraits on the door and lightly brushing her fingers against the artwork before at last finding her door opposite that of the Lovers, and apparently in the middle of the corridor, similar to their place within the Major Arcana. She put away her card after momentarily comparing the detail between the two and took out her key, turning it sideways to have a look at the Roman numerals for seven before inserting it into the key and entering her room.

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Not exactly the best first impression, that's for sure. Ruko could feel her soul slowly dying as soon as she took a seat just off to the side of the main entrance. Her loud, undoubtedly odd, entry to the building drew most, if not all, the eyes of the people currently situated there. She didn't even need to look up to know that she was being watched. If there ever was a time where she didn't wish to be noticed, this would definitely be it. She idly fidgeted with her card, praying to something that there would be some sort of an excuse that would allow her to blend into the crowd and be the one looking than the one looked at.

As though to answer her prayer, another person entered through the main entrance that she had just recently slammed shut. Well, not person, but people. First was the familiar butler that had stood outside, the one whom she had bolted away from. Following him were two others. One taller male with dark-brown and a smaller girl with a really pale hair color; it seemed to be somewhere in between an extremely pale lavender or a strong silver. The male seemed to be scanning the room. For what reason, Ruko couldn't tell, but he had a look of annoyance in his eyes and his body language suggested that it wasn't because he was looking for a friend. "He seems... like someone to avoid..." She whispered to herself. On the other hand, the smaller girl seemed to have just relayed a message from the butler, Joseph, to the guy. From what she could tell based on that girl's body language, she seemed like she'd be a more cheerful person. An opposite attitude to that of the male. "Why does she hang around that guy..." Ruko asked herself. "Someone who seems as nice as she does can't willingly want to hang out with someone who seems to be rude like him... Is he perhaps... Blackmailing her...?"

Although she knew that having such speculations before you get to know a person is never good, she couldn't help but feel like there was something going on between these two. She'd be sure to keep an eye on that guy, from a distance of course. He didn't seem trustworthy. Ruko took this chance to quickly survey the others in the room. There was another male sitting on the other side of the room near a power outlet. The most peculiar thing that she noticed about him was his hat which had a sort of pattern on it, like an animal pelt or something. Nearby the one with the hat was a figure with long, green hair. "Wow... she has nice hair." Ruko mumbled. Green was holding some sort of plush and, based on how she carried herself, seemed to be an ... interesting person. For lack of better words. Someone to talk to later, definitely.

Moving on, she settled her eyes on a dark skinned female. This one seemed to have an air of mystery around her. One that people could associate with a rebel or vigilante. Next was another male sporting a white beanie with a bit of blonde hair sticking out underneath. "Uhm... based on how he carries himself... He seems like someone who would do a lot of running. Maybe I can..." Ruko shook her head. As much as she would like a running partner, he was a guy. There's no way that would work out given her condition.

Looking a bit more, Ruko's eyes landed on another female who was holding some sort of book. A notebook? No, it was more like a sketchbook. She definitely seemed to be concentrated with her current piece. "Maybe I could ask her if I could see some of her art later." Finally, there was the male with the red hair. He seemed to be on his own, though mostly everyone was. He seemed lonely. Well, either lonely or alone. Those two, albeit close, are not the same.

Before she had much time to contemplate on Red, she heard the butler, Joseph, speak up. He mentioned something about there being a late arrival before striding off down another hall to what was soon to be everyone's new living quarters. It didn't take long for her to be introduced to her room. A door with the same picture as her tarot card allowed it to be easily identified, the Magician. She opened up the door to her room, being sure to close it slowly and quietly behind her. She definitely made enough noise with the door slamming from earlier. No need to repeat that predicament.

She looked around her room, definitely pleased with what she saw. "Wow... Tadaima." She said, letting a smile creep on her face. It wasn't much, just a simple room with beige walls and wood flooring. Despite her being the child of a wealthy family, she definitely preferred this kind of style more. It gave her that sense and feeling of normality. There was even a stand for her guitar and a note saying that her walls were soundproof. Definitely a great room for her. "This is gonna be a good time, I think." she said as she began to unpack her belongings.

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She paused for a moment to take everything in following the soft click of the light after she’d closed her door. She was almost in shock at the size of the room, easily equally those of whole houses she’d stayed in previously and the glimpse of an on suite bathroom out of the corner of her eye had her feeling quite giddy. Before she could give the rest of the room her full attention she spotted her chest and suitcase just inside the door and quickly opened the chest to make sure its contents were undamaged. Once satisfied with her somewhat hurried inspection she dropped her ruckscack inside it and stood up to better inspect the room itself.
The first thing that struck her was that the walls were rather devoid of, well anything really. Having been whitewashed with a layer of white paint, making the surface a blank canvas upon which she could already feel herself aching to cover in a multitude of artwork. In fact the urge to do so was beginning to make her tremble slightly as she tried her best not to unleash a tsunami of paint. Eventually she resorted to closing her eyes and steadying her nerves after a few moments of calm breathing before taking another look at the room that would serve as her home.

She first walked over to the alcove in the corner above which was a thick sturdy oak shelf below a small window containing a fully made bed with a ladder leading up to where she would be sleeping. The window was a long one that covered that the wall behind the bed and offered a space to store books and already had a lamp for her at night as well as another switch for the light and fan placed around it. The room itself was large and open with a few small inserts into the wall here and there containing cupboards and other storage, as well as a work desk. After opening them all and checking their contents she was certain that more money than she thought made logical sense had been spent on the art supplies she had ranging from fluorescent paint to copic markers, fresh paper and pencils, charcoal and acrylics. There was a couple of easels in one storage cupboard with one already setup in a corner of the room, and on one of the desks was a quad monitors being ran by, going off everything else here, a state of the art iMac computer with a very comfy looking chair. The room also had a couch near her bed and a larger than usual sink with a selection of paintbrushes hanging on the wall above it. She was in awe of the tools at her disposal and itching to get to grips with them all, but as her eyes swung back round from the rest of the room she spotted something special between her bed and the bathroom.

It was a somewhat large stereo system, carved of and inlaid with similar wood to that of her chest, which made her doublecheck between the two for a moment. She carefully ran her fingers across the material feeling it’s slightly cool surface for a moment before going back and opening her chest to take out an old vinyl record of Broadsword and the Beast, and carefully put it onto the plate. Once the music began to play she carefully stripped off her clothes, piling them on the long couch which after a careful prod she decided she'd melt into and never leave, before running to the bathroom and jumping into the shower to freshen up a bit after her journey.

Once clean she dressed again and had a quick look around the walls before slowly picking up one of the tins of paint and placing it onto one of the table surfaces that contained an inlaid glass surface for mixing colours.

A little couldn't hurt, surely?

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She paused. The soft clicking she’d been hearing for a while now finally catching her attention as she glanced over at the record player, where the needle had reached the end of the record and was now trying to signal that and was now just playing a faint static. This meant she’d spent way to long lost in her own world and caused her to feel a little guilty as the others could well be waiting on her so she quickly rinsed her paint brushes and sealed the tins, several of which were now open compared to the one she’d taken out, and stored everything away before double checking her clothes and such in the mirror.

Satisfied with her appearance and choice of outfit, that of tattered jeans and a AC/DC t-shirt she’d pulled from her trunk she hooked her headphones around her neck and pulled her cap over her head and smiled warmly at her reflection. Her mind going back to when her dad had bought her the massively oversized cap, at least back then, because of her love for Fievel, and it was showing its age a little. Sighing a little at the wonderful hours of awkward interactions to come she picked up her sketchbook at dropped a few pencils and fine pens into her pockets before leaving her room to head downstairs to the dining hall, locking her door behind her and lightly juggling the key.

Her thoughts turning back to the half-finished mural now adorning her walls as she entered the hall, wondering what she’d need to add to the small cluster of portraits she’d quickly sketched out for each of her fellow students so far as she spotted a few of them already in the room. Each face she’d drawn had been hinting at her understanding of them and their cards, though most were half complete and rough things with little personality save for a half caught glimpse. As she settled down in one of the large chairs around the table she pulled her feet up to sit cross legged as she doodled a little to amuse herself, lifting her headphones back over her ears so she could distance herself a little.

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There was no point in trying to sit at the end of the table; though he'd certainly like to, Nathan somehow had the feeling he wouldn't be the only one vying for those chairs. Therefore, he instead sat in one of the seats closest to the table's center.

While food had already been placed on the table, not everyone was present, and though the sweet aromas tempted Nathan to reach out and snatch some of it, he forced himself to remain still. Looking around, he noticed a girl sitting towards one of the ends of the table, with short brown hair and a sketch pad...yep, one of his other peers. He remembered now.

...is it okay to open up? To try and get to know her a bit better...maybe...?
No, no good at all...what if I say something wrong, and cause her to end up hating me? I shouldn't do it...but...


Oh, to hell with it. Someone would have to break the ice eventually. And as strange as it seemed, Nathan chose to get her attention in possibly one of the most childish ways possible.

"H-hey..." Still sitting in his seat, he attempted to call out to her...but his voice wasn't quite working well enough; it came out as a feeble stammer. Fantastic.

Clearing his throat and mentally steeling himself for how much he might suffer afterwards, Nathan forced his expression into a mischievous smile and stood up, moving to the chair right next to the artist girl and sitting down in it. "Hey. What are you doing over there? You're looking...awfully sketchy."

...I am going to regret this so, so much.

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Ruko jolted up with a start. She looked around with confused as her brain strained to remember what she was doing prior to falling asleep. "Ah.. right. I was getting settled in..." She glanced around the room, noting that she really did not have much done. Her clothes lay strewn about, some already in the dresser, others scattered around the room. The only thing that could really be considered tidy in her room was her guitar which lay against its stand neatly in a corner.

The pink haired girl's brain finally kicked back into gear, remembering that they, the other students and herself, were to meet up for dinner. "Ima nanji?" She exclaimed, jumping up from her bed. She scrambled over to the digital clock which she had brought with her. She muttered a curse under her breath and nearly bolted out of her room, almost forgetting to lock her door behind her. There was still time before the actual time, but being there early was something she had planned on doing beforehand.

As she neared the dining hall, Ruko slowed her pace down a little. Thankfully she was quite sporty, otherwise she would have been panting hard. If there was anyone else in the dining hall before her, it would be quite weird if she came in grasping for air. She slowly eased open the door just a crack and took a peek inside. Inside were four other bodies. There was the scary red-haired guy from before. Red was off by his lonesome, but Ruko was nowhere near courageous to approach him casually and just start up a conversation; for more reasons than one, of course. Next was the lady with the long green hair. It looked like she had some sort of plush with her. Ruko was more of an outdoorsy kind of person so she never really played much in terms of video games, but she definitely recognized that one. Although, it struck Ruko as odd; the kind of emotion that was being emanated from Green. It was kind of like... She was trying her best to be invisible. Odd.

Before Ruko could even look at the next person, she heard a voice call out. Judging by the direction of it, it belonged to the boy with the animal hat. "Hey. What are you doing over there? You're looking...awfully sketchy." He had said, looking in the direction of the lady with the sketchbook. It almost reminded her of how middle-school boys would tease the person they had a crush on. Maybe that's what was going on... Ruko brought up her palm to her forehead and had to suppress laughing out loud right then and there on account of how miserable that was. "Yabai. Yabai." She warned herself. "I'll be noticed before I even enter." She looked again, but she didn't even need to read his face to know that Animal Hat was already regretting his words. Ruko glanced over to the one he was talking to, the one with the sketchbook, and noticed that her ears had earbuds in them. Sighing and shaking her head, Ruko couldn't help but wonder whether or not Animal Hat knew about it. Sketch definitely had that I'm-busy-don't-speak-to-me kind of body language right now.

All things considered, Ruko figured her best bet right now would be to see if she could talk with Green, so she called her for now. Red seemed like a definite no-go. She definitely didn't want to get in the way of Animal Hat's advances on Sketch. She took a deep breathe to compose herself. She would have to interact with people for the dinner. She displayed enough weakness upon her arrival. It was time to get back in the flow. She needed to know what each person could do, what they liked, what they didn't. Male or female, she needed to get on their good sides. She took another breath, "You are not afraid. You are strong." She repeated to herself.

She swiped her hand in front of her face, mentally changing from her normal self to her actor self. She pushed open the dining hall doors and walked inside, a smile pasted on her face. She walked over to the green-haired lady, tapping on her shoulder. "Excuse me. May I sit here?"


Ima nanji-What time is it?
Yabai-Risky/Dangerous

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He might have just fallen asleep right then and there on his new bed if not for a muffled meowing that was coming from a rather large, box shaped bag that had yet to be opened. Eyes snapping open, Alex sprung from his bed and ran over to the bag, quickly beginning to open it. "Shit shit shit shit, I'm so sorry!" The second the bag opened a black blur darted out of it like oil in water. The poor boy stumbled and fell flat on his butt, A startled look plastered across his face. Just before he could regain his bearings Alex felt something brush up against his back. It was the annoyed meow that brought a nervous chuckle out of him. Turning around, Alex's eyes met bright yellow ones surrounded by pitch black fur. "Sorry Spooky, I had gotten myself so caught up in all of this that I had forgotten about you." The cat meowed again in protest but was quickly quieted when Alex reached over and began scratching her behind the ears. "I'll make it up to you I promise. Until then why don't you take a look around our new home."

After getting up and leaving the cat to go about exploring the room, He noticed the clock on the wall. "Oh geeze is it that time already? I'm gonna be late if i keep mucking about." He paused for a moment to replay what he had just said in his head. Mucking about? I'm starting to sound like grandpa. The fool shook his head and went to get himself changed.

While still wearing his hat, Alex had dressed up into more fitting clothing for dinner with his new classmates and teachers. White button down shirt, black slacks, simple leather shoes. and A light material black jacket with silvery trim here and there. He had considered adding a tie, but seeing how his current outfit was not all that formal he chose against it. Not too fancy, but not too cheep and boring either. perfect. For the final touch, Alex grabbed a pair of sky blue headphones and put them around his neck before jacking them into his MP3 player. With that, he was now confident to go out and meet everyone. Though the nervousness did come back once he got to the door.

"Alright Spooky, I'm heading out. Don't go watching any weird videos on the internet while I'm gone."
Alexander chuckled a bit as he closed the door behind him.

He saw nobody else in the hallway. After a second glance back and forth, He saw a few people heading in the direction of what he assumed would be the dining room. He made a mental note to try and remember the academy's layout soon so he would be able to navigate the place himself. Alex soon found himself following them, which was probably his best option. The fool then put on his headphones and set his MP3 to a song he currently liked. Once it started playing, he began singing alone with it. Imitating the singers voice perfectly.

"I'm just setting, I'm just setting a trap
And I'm not pulling, no
I'm not pulling for you, you're just pulling at me
I'm not a betting man but this is a sure thing

I've been to Tokyo and to South Africa
So many places that you might say I've seen it all
But my favorite place is the warm embrace
Of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall

Everything I do is bittersweet
You could tell me secrets that I'll probably repeat
I'm not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak
It feels like we're pulling teeth
So bittersweet~"


He kept on singing as he made his way through the halls. Still into the song when they arrived at the dinning room. Alex didn't pay much attention to the people already there. he just went and found a place to sit while they waited for everyone else. seeing as there were currently more chairs then the number of people in the room. He was glad to be occupied with his song. it would take his mind off the food and help his confidence once he had to start socializing. And so he kept on singing, if not a bit quieter then before.


Song: Panic! At The Disco - Bittersweet

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The little world that Hakon would draw himself into during times like this was something of a strange one. Jellyfish and deer ran about freely along with other strange images. One could relate them to a screen saver on a computer as Hakon sat down, attempting to calm down.

"Excuse me. May I sit here?" a voice knocking him out of this benign delusion, causing his head to snap toward her. He sighed in slight relief. "Oh! S-s-sorry about sat. Please I von't shtop you." He stammered, trying to be polite while also trying not to flip out and run away. He had never had anyone ask if they could have could sit somewhere. If anything, he was the one asking and at that point he would have just banished himself to a dark corner This was new and made him shiver slightly and his leg shake, making his foot thump against the floor and the plush jump slightly.

He stared at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact as he tried to assess the rest that were in the room. A red male seemed to be wandering about by his lonesome. A frightening looking one at that. He shivered as he muttered slightly, hoping that the food would come soon so, again, he wouldn't have to talk much.

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Cassandra had been lightly tapping her finger in tune with the music coming through her dark purple headphones while focusing on drawing a simple skyline in pencil with stars and planets beginning to take form. She had been contemplating adding colour to the picture when she heard a voice through a lull in her music accompanied by a shadow falling across the page.

"Hey. What are you doing over there? You're looking...awfully sketchy."

She turned to her side, her hands reaching up the lift the headphones off to dangle around her neck as she studied the boy now sitting next to her. Her eyes flickered as she tried to place him for a moment before an image of a console in hand flashed in her thoughts and she smiled a little.

”Awfully sketchy?”

She commented with a raised eyebrow, her voice softly spoken but with a tone coated in moderate sarcasm with a hint of humour as her smile curved the edges of her mouth somewhat. Shrugging she leaned back in her chair a little, shuffling her legs for a moment to get comfy now she was facing a different way.

”I’m drawing something while I think of more to add to other pictures, and stars help me think. They’re beautiful.”

Now that she was speaking a little openly with the boy her voice had become somewhat livelier with a fruity undertone that was enhanced by her slightly crooked smile. Her hands however pulled the sketchbook into her lap where she absent-mindedly continued to doodle little stars despite staring almost directly at the boy.

”Le mystère des étoiles”

She whispered almost entirely to herself but loud enough for him to hear if not understand before tilting her head and nodding towards him as she spoke again warmly.

”So, what is your name Mr. Nintendo? And given our doors and such, your card.”

Her eyes light up a little as she is secretly eager to better represent her drawings of the others and she craves the artwork of their cards.

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"Awfully sketchy? I'm drawing something while I think of more to add to other pictures, and stars help me think. They're beautiful."

This response...wasn't what Nathan expected at all. Sure, he could sense that very small amount of sarcasm in her remark, letting him know that she got the joke, but he was surprised she didn't seem irritated in the slightest.

”Le mystère des étoiles,” the girl murmured, removing her headphones from her ears and shifting herself into a new position that allowed Nathan to see her art--not that he knew if she intended for that. At the moment, it was nothing more than a penciled sketch of what looked like outer space...

...but, whoa. Leaning in closer with a stunned expression, Nathan couldn't believe his eyes. What was with this sketch? He was no serious art expert, but this...the sheer amount of detail in the atmospheres of each planet, all the stars that were drawn in without looking simply like lazily-forgotten gaps in shading...it seemed impossible. He looked up at her face, still disbelieving, and was even more baffled to find she was looking straight at him. You've GOT to be kidding me! How is she this good?!

...I'm probably nothing compared to her...

"So, what is your name, Mr. Nintendo? And given our doors and such, your card.”

Hearing her voice, Nathan immediately banished what he had been thinking about to a dark corner of his mind and returned his gaze to meet the artist girl's eyes, hoping she hadn't seen his expression sadden. Come on, idiot, try not to make this conversation trainwreck, will you?

"Oh. Uh..." He forced another smile onto his face, but it didn't feel quite right there anymore. "I'm Nathan Alshane, and my card is Strength. And what about you?" Putting on a grin, he closed his eyes and held up a palm in some kind of cliche anime-like hand gesture. "Wouldn't be surprised if you had stars or something, though. I mean, your drawing is pretty stellar."

Deep down, he hoped desperately his own bad jokes would at least get him to think about something other than her stunning drawing...compared to his own imperfect talents, and the envy that came with them.

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"I'm Nathan Alshane, and my card is Strength. And what about you? Wouldn't be surprised if you had stars or something, though. I mean, your drawing is pretty stellar."

The boy replied to her question, grinning at her and raising his hand in some strange gesture she couldn’t quite understand but it reminded her of Japanese animation for some reason and caused her to laugh a little before shaking her head at him, holding one of her hands up as if to dissuade him of his assumption of her card.

”No, I’m afraid not. I’m Cassandra Valentine, and I’ve the pleasure of being the Chariot.”

She paused for a moment as she realised the full extent of what he’d said and looked down at what she’d been half-heartedly drawing while her focus had been on Nate, which caused her to roll her eyes somewhat and give him a rather exasperated look before speaking again.

”I missed that at first… But that was horrible. I mean stellar? Really? I wouldn’t have thought the quality of strength would be in puns.”

Her voice is somewhat lyrical now as humour tints her voice properly and a very faint French accent is more noticeable as she laughs and speaks quicker. Her drawing of the stars above a skyline now contains a herculean stylised version of Nate holding the sky itself on his shoulders.

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Apparently, the artist girl found something funny about Nathan's mannerisms...enough for at least one chuckle. "No, I’m afraid not. I’m Cassandra Valentine, and I’ve the pleasure of being the Chariot,” she replied...apparently having been influenced by Nathan immediately, with the way she held up her hand for emphasis.

Nathan just stared back, seeming a disappointed...until Cassandra suddenly looked down at what she was drawing, and rolled her eyes before talking again. "I missed that at first… But that was horrible. I mean, stellar? Really? I wouldn’t have thought the quality of strength would be in puns.”

Immediately, Nathan's grin came back, his jealousy over her drawings forgotten. "Well, there you have it! There's my innate strength!" He paused, thinking about what he had just said. "...god, that one was way worse than I initially thought."

Hey, wait a second...

The boy with the leopard hat thought for a bit longer, before he realized something about what Cassandra had said and put a hand to his face. "Speaking of jokes based on the word 'strength'..." He sighed, before looking back at her, still grinning. "Oh well, it seems you don't mind all the pun and suffering my jokes cause...I have a feeling we're going to get along great!"

It seemed he had failed to register if there were even any other people in the room.

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It didn't take much to understand more or less what was going on in the green-haired lady's mind. Well, for Ruko at least. Green was pretty much an open book. Between her stutters, her shift in body language and his refusal to make eye contact, anyone would be able to tell that she was uncomfortable. For what reason, Ruko had some ideas. After all, they, all the students, had been gathered on short notice and they hardly knew one another.

Ruko's brain immediately went to work. As of yet, Green was just another mystery. A person with an unknown story. Everyone has their own point of tolerance, she needed to figure out what that was. Of course, the only way to do that would be to initialize conversation and get to know the person a little. Taking a deep breath and reassuring herself once more, she sat down beside Green and looked at her with a smile.

"Hajimemashite, I'm Ruko. Nice to meet you." Ruko said cheerfully, extending out an opened hand to the one beside her. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a way to start things off. "Ah, I'm the holder of the Magician arcana." She added. Considering the situation, she may as well say her tarot as well. Chances are not everyone even knows what the cards stand for so no harm no fowl.

Through her peripherals she made sure to keep track of where everyone was in the room. To one side was the red haired guy, still off on his lonesome. Ruko was able to read much on him at that moment as his body language was in a neutral position, not hinting any interest in anything but his own thoughts. To the other was Sketch and Animal Hat, they seemed to chatting up a storm and, judging by their body language, they were enjoying themselves. Ruko grinned a little at that, Animal Hat's advances on Sketch worked, more or less. Who knows how that will develop.

Hajimemashite-Nice to meet you.

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Alexander's singing died away as the track finished playing. He turned off his MP3 and slid his blue headphones off his ears, now letting them hang around his neck. After a quick scan of the room it had appeared that nobody had payed much attention to his singing. Which was a relief for him since he had been so caught up in the song. Then again, just because nobody was reacting did not necessarily mean they hadn't noticed.

And there goes his confidence. Social anxiety now dropping like a ton of bricks in his chest, Alex's face started becoming a bit to hot for his liking. Meaning he was probably as red as a tomato right now. He hunched his back and raised his shoulders, tucking in his neck. None of these people knew him. So why was he so freaked out? Well years of being judged and taking abuse is a hard thing to shake off. People were scary. You never knew what their thoughts of you were. But what probably bothered The fool more then anything was the eyes. When people stared it felt like they were looking right through him and seeing something that had absolutely no use to anyone. Alex began to mumble to himself "Please don't stare at me, please don't stare at me, Just please don't stare at me."

Alex was regretting himself for being so careless and getting caught in the heat of the moment. Pulling his hat halfway down over his face as he mumbled his little mantra over and over to himself.I really hate being like this. Why can't I get over something as simple as drawing attention to myself? Oh right, its because of my dad and every one back home.

Slowly taking deep breaths, Alex soon brought himself back to a more calm state. He adjusted his hat so his face was visible yet again and sat up straight. Trying to be more casual then he felt, and looked considering his face was still flushed a nice shade of pink. Way to go Alex, you probably made yourself look like more of a freak then you already are. He did a double take in his head just then, Okay, I just called myself a freak......wow and I'm speaking to myself in my head. Can i get anymore pathetic? The Fool soon dismissed that thought after thinking it. No need to be too negative. What had he told himself before? He has a fresh start here, these people can become actual friends. A smile began to grow on his face then.

Looking back at the others, Alex now gave himself the time to remember faces. The red haired guy was standing alone. He seemed as anti-social as he did back in the main hall. Still, wouldn't hurt to say hello and be introduced. Then there was the girl that was with the guy with the Animal hat. They seemed to be getting along. The girl seemed nice enough and so did the guy in the hat. Mr. animal hat had been playing a video game when Alex had first walked in the front hall. Talk about video games, perfect icebreaker. shouldn't be too hard.

His attention was now on the girls with pink and green hair. Alex swore he could smell The green one from where he was sitting. Granted it didn't smell to bad, but a bit to earthy for his tastes. She seemed a bit skittish though from her current state and mannerisms. Maybe about as bad as he was just a minute ago. It might just end up being awkward for both of us if i try and talk to her directly. He sighed and moved on to the pink haired girl. She seemed cheerful. It looked like she was observing everyone else in the room at the time. maybe sizing everyone up, or more likely seeing who to talk with next. Granted Alex was just assuming she was the talkative type since she seemed to have just walked right up to Green.

In the end, He just rested his chin in his hands with his elbows planted on the tables edge. Letting his gaze wonder around as they all waited for the other students to show up.


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Hakon's mind raced, never before had he had someone willingly introduce themselves to him aside from his foster parents. Normally he would have been persuaded, pushed and forced to even make himself known to the rest of the group. His eyes darted around, as if looking for the words to come to him in subtitles of some sort. "Uh...V-V-Vergnügen*. He stuttered, shaking the pink girl's hand. "Mein name ist Astapora." his German mother tongue breaking through, though he had noticed that some German did sound like English for the most part.

The gliscor plush rattled in his lap as his leg shook harder, dropping the card out from it's back and causing him to dive for it. He popped back up, his face crimson with embarrassment from dropping what he was just about to say. The green started to pet his own hair, attempting to calm his nerves as he looked around again.

The Red was still by his lonesome thankfully. To Hakon, he felt like a minnow in a tank full of sharks around him. Two more people arrived this time, The lavender and the business man. Though the latter seemed to be in a foul mood for some reason. Maybe just a sourpuss or he had just woken up from a nap. He mentally shrugged at this, looking toward the lavender and the beanie this time. Both looked nervous, but doing much better than he was at the moment. Leopard hat and Purple headphones were hitting it off quite nicely it seemed, but his English didn't permit him to understand whatever jokes they were making. At the very least everyone else was acclimating to their environment. Him?

He just wanted to eat and then run back to his room for some peace and quiet.

(*Vergnügen = Pleasure)

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The sound of ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by the Arctic Monkeys was steadily echoing from the headphones hanging around Cassie’s neck now, causing her fingers to lightly tap out the tune against the page while her pencil started to draw oscilloscopic lines that were half matching that of the music and half that of the words passing between her and Nathan. She sighed a little and shook her head as he made a massively over emphasised pun and resulted in her nodding along with his self-declaration of how beyond horrible it had turned out to be.

She ended up rolling her eyes a little at it and saw out of the corner of her eye that two more from earlier had arrived with the seemingly bubbly pink haired girl deciding to approach the girl with the lovely green hair who had been sat cuddling a plush creature of some sort for a while now. While the Fool had entered the room, apparently singing a little before taking a seat on his own, and seeming a little dejected at first glance. She turned her focus back to Nate following his unusually long pause and stared at him a little perplexed at him trying to make yet another badly designed joke which resulted in her a response being a little unsure as his enthusiasm began overwhelm her a little.

”Yeah, I think we probably are. Though I don’t seem to notice most of your puns, unless they’re obvious.”

She smiled at him again before glancing around the room to see what the others were up to and saw that the couple from earlier had finally arrived. The rather cold boy seemed to keep his distance while the girl approached the fool and started to speak to him. Beyond that she’d lost her interest in the couple, though her hands had other ideas and had begun to doodle an intricate yin-yang symbol in the empty area of the sky. Within the darker half she sketched a prowling panther that seemed to dominate the piece while the other side held a strong yet demure seeming silvery leopard.

Her eyes swept back across the room and settled on the boy with red hair sitting alone and a mischievous grin spread across her face and she flipped the book onto a fresh page and began to draw a intricate message, pulling in aspects and references of the major arcana and repeating them within the image with the primary focus on that of Strength to the side and the Chariot on the other with a rather blank space left for another card to take centre stage between them. From here she ripped the paper out of the book and folded it a few times it now looked like a paper airplane, and the artwork merged to look completely different in this new shape with the words “What is your name?” placed above the cards now on the left wing while the words “What is your Tarot?” placed on the other wing rather than below the cards on the full picture.

She smiles a little at herself and shows Nate the result, both unfolded and folded before making sure it’s ready to fly, then points over towards the redhead.

”You seen the guy over there? I’m dying to know what his tarot is so I figured this would get his attention.”

Laughing a little to herself she shrugs and pulls back her arm to launch the airplane towards the solitary boy, and watches with interest as it soars straight towards him and the point lands directly on his head. Her eyes wide in surprise and panic she sinks into her chair and pulls her hat down over her face, but not enough so her eyes can’t peak out underneath to see what the damage truly is.

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"Yeah, I think we probably are. Though I don’t seem to notice most of your puns, unless they’re obvious.”

Oh...hm, maybe I should tone it down a little. Maybe. Nonetheless, Nathan felt things were getting off to a pretty good start here. Hopefully keeping this friendship wouldn't be too hard as well...

Noticing Cassandra was looking around the room at the others, Nathan considered following her gaze. After all, his 3DS was still charging in his room, so there was no using that as a distraction. He could keep trying to talk to Cassandra, but then again, what if he screwed up, and she got tired of him?...plus, he was basically out of things to say without getting downright nosy.

A rustle of paper caused him to glance down at Cassandra's sketch pad again, just in time to see her flip to a blank page. From there, her hands started moving again and creating another picture...Nathan quickly averted his eyes, trying not to think about what her drawings reminded him of.

...well, that didn't last long, because there was another sound--tearing this time--and he found the drawing being held up in front of his face. Among the intricate designs, he could see the lady in the white dress from the Strength card standing to one side, holding the lion's maws closed. On the opposite side, a man with a scepter and a crown sat in a cart pulled by two sphinxes. That must be Cassandra's card...the Chariot, right?

What confused him was the blank space in the middle of the drawing...until Cassandra's hands started moving, folding it up into a paper airplane. "You seen the guy over there? I’m dying to know what his tarot is, so I figured this would get his attention,” she told him with a laugh.

"Uh..." For once, Nathan didn't really have anything to say, though he did catch a glimpse of the words "What is your name?" and "What is your Tarot?" on the wings. "Well, uh...okay then."

By the time he managed to think of a good pun (something about "winging it"), Cassandra was already throwing the airplane. It sailed clean across the table...and promptly landed near the targeted red-haired boy. And by "landed near", we mean "nosedived into in his hair."

Seeing where it ended up, Cassandra seemed to panic, and she quickly slumped back into her chair, pulling her hat over her face, as if to make herself look less suspicious. Nathan looked down at her in confusion, then looked back at the red-haired boy...until it finally registered in his mind that he might be the only other possible suspect for throwing that thing. Oh yes, not to mention how muscle-bound that guy was.

Crap. He didn't even have any excuses ready. Alright, time to slooooooooowly turn my head and look the other way, like none of that even happened...

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He was well aware of the two other students as they both walked through the door. It looked about the same as when the two had entered the front hall. Alex gave relatively quick glances towards the girl and boy. Which was not long since only seconds after entering, the boy walked off to the furthest table end. Away from as many of them as possible. not the social type it seems

The boy, from the look he had on his face, did not seem pleased when he had walked through the door. If anything he looked like a grumpy kid not getting thee way. I could bet money that he is spoiled. No way he isn't with an attitude like that.

It was only when Alexander went to bring his attention to the girl that he realized she was now right across from him. The poor boy almost jumped in his seat. Oh dear god when did she get there?? before he had time to think she had introduced herself with a nice smile.

"Um, hello. I'm Louella, one of the Lovers, it's very nice to meet you."

Alex blink for a second, trying his best not to turn scarlet again. Thank goodness he found his voice when he did. Awkward silence between him and a girl was the last thing he needed. The fool smiled back warmly, " I'm Alexander, The Fool. It's nice to meet you too." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously but kept smiling. Which wasn't hard, but he still felt a bit out of place in front of a girl that looked like her. Like comparing a crow to a dove. Oh god help me I'm getting poetic now. It was then when it dawned on him that she was as nervous as he was. That came as a relief. Though his introduction might not have been so great, he could have sworn his voice had cracked halfway through it.

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Mimiko Welmhad basically sat in her room for the few hours she had before everyone started to make wither way to the dining room. She had spent those hours either playing with her dog (Peaches) or tinkering around with a tiny rebot she found on her dresser. She thought it seemed really cool so she decided to mess around with it and eventually get it to work again.

As she was finally don't fixing it up she heard the other students whispers and such as they went to the dining hall. She sighed and sat up from her bed. Peaches(her dog) sat up and watched her before she set the toy on the dresser for the meantime. She looked at the watch then her dog. She knew she really couldn't leave him there unless she wanted to have a completely messed up room. She was still waiting for the little dog house keeper thing to come in so she could leave her in the room when she needed to. But as she said it hasn't came in and she doesnt trust her puppy at all.

With a slight sigh he got up putting on her usual outfit for the meeting people. She laughed to herself thinking about it. Since it only consisted of white sponge Bob shirt that showed him dancing with Patrick and skin jeans paired with pink converse. In her opinion this was perfect meeting someone material. It showed her weirdnesss and part of her love for spongebob. Mimimo knew it was a little more than strange and stood up to get up to go to the dining area she assumed it would be. But before than she put the green leash on her dog as she happily followed her.

Through halls she had the small toy ahead of her. She was controling it with the remote and was quite frankly having a fun time doing it in general. She smiled to herself as she could hear all the voices in the dining hall. Before making her entrance with the small pup that was excited to be everywhere and jump all over the place, the small robot walked in before her. It was like that classical scene when you see a robot roaming around out of no where and it made her laugh softly wondering if anyone would notice it at all.

After a few minutes of the robot walking around the dining hall she moved and made her way into it herself. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and sat in one off the farther areas of the room. If anyone would want to know her they would have the opportunity to talk to her if they wished. But she was more so interested in the guy sitting next to her. He seemed a bit....grumpy at the moment.

Her small dog sat in her lap and began to bark at him in more of a playful way so she laughed and shushed her dog and Peaches remained quiet. She looked at the boy again and gave him a smile. "Hey there grumpy pants! I'm Mimiko, might I ask your name?". She had asked with with a wide grin on her face. Secretly she hoped that he wouldn't take offense to that at all since she was more so joking around with him a bit.

Once again she looked around the room at everyonre as they started to get to chatting a little more. She started to take notes on the way everyone was acting to see how any of them would kind of get along with each other. So far they all seemed like decent people, she had even laughed when she saw one of the boys had more so a surprised look on his face when a girl sat near him.

Dear Diary,
I honestly have to say that I think I will enjoy it here. This will be a pleasant change for me and I'm already liking it. I hope for some more interesting things to happen soon......

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