Elizabeth stood up. Now she was soaked, and she had to change into something else, unless she wanted to walk around all day with a mildew smell. Also, she had to wear the uniform, since she didn't really pack anything else. She made her way out of the fountain and stomped back inside.
There might as well be smoke coming out of her ears, not only being soaked, but still having to walk through the school where everyone can stare...
Elizabeth walked past a crowd of people, of which included the demon from earlier...She would have glared, but didn't want to attract attention, being soaked... She reached her room, and opened the door. To her great surprise, Simon was there.
"Simon?"
She tilted her head a bit, as she headed over to the dressers and pulled out a navy blue uniform.

As Ciel came around the corner, Ben stood up. Now that they were face to face, Ceil realized that she had sounded like a screaming idiot. She had figured she would apologize but her mouth was dry and words failed to find her, shriveling up inside the back of her throat. But the was no need for her to speak as Ben made the first move, “Sorry I walked away, I didn't mean to creep you out, and that demon just riles me up." He blushed cutely, apparently embarrassed.
Ciel was in shock. How good was this guy to apologize right after she had screamed at him? He really is an Angel, she thought, a bit of bitter jealousy intertwining with her need to make up with him.
“I’m sorry as well. I-“ She stopped short unsure of what to say next. “I’m just totally bewildered. I don’t know who you are. Well that’s obvious; I only met you today- Who’s Patient One?” She cut herself off abruptly as she had begun to ramble. She really didn’t want to make a fool out of herself again.
Ciel looked up and scrutinized Ben’s face. He was a stranger, there was no doubt about that. But he was familiar, his eyes warm and calming. She looked straight into his glassy orbs, trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind them. All she saw was her reflection.

Sera stood their in silence trying to think about what they could do, knowing Drake he would want to go to the cafeteria or something.
How he was a vampire he didn't know. Turning to the others with a blank expression on her face. "We can always go look around the campus. I saw a forest area around the back with some sports facilities." She said with a sigh.
She needed to get Drake far away from human food, she needed to stop his craving. They were unvampire like.

Drake was searching through his bag as his sister spoke about going for a walk. He was all for a walk but he would need some of his snacks. Pulling out a bag of skittle a large grin appeared on his face.
"There's also a park out there. As well as a lake" He said the last part with a gulp. Even though water was a vampires weakness, he didn't want Gregg to feel he couldn't enjoy it outside.
The large black and white wolf Bullet padded into the room once more, he rubbed himself against Sera's waist.
"I can also let him hunt for a bit whilst out there." She said motionlessly as she rubbed his head.

One of the black cats hissed as the Demon approached. Although Elaine could smell the stench of sweat, past that there was something else. A bitter smell of darkness. Not the warm honey sweet smell that most cats and Nekos had.
Suddenly Aaiden smirked knowingly. Elaine hadn’t exactly been paying attention but her eyes widened when she heard him speak, “First day and you already have a lady sneaking into your dorm. Bah, It's not any of my business what you two do I'm just getting my things to shower. You can probably smell my stink with your animal nose and whatnot. I'll help you with that bulky thing anyways. Here…” Aiden picked up the heavy suitcase, dragging it into the room, Milo following behind.
Elaine only stood in the door way, her face now scarlet. She didn’t want people to get the wrong impression. They had only just met, attracted to each other because of their likeness. They were no more than slightly awkward acquaintances.
Hesitantly Elaine stepped through the doorway and into the room. She took a curious sniff, tail twitching. She had never been inside the boy’s dorm, but it looked quite like her own. It wasn’t messy, it didn’t smell, bad, and in fact it was pretty organized. Then again, they had just moved him so there wasn’t much time to make a mess.
Elaine cleared her throat, “I- I’ll be waiting in the hall.” She darted out of the room, the red in her cheeks as bright as ever.

Aaiden scratched the back of his head after Milo said nothing for a while, glaring at him...."I'll just leave you two be then." he cracked a smile and rustled about for his bath things then left the room. He paused by Elaine. "I was just teasing you, you know there's nothing magical about being in the guy's dorm room, it's not like we got boxers dangling off the ceiling."

He chuckled and nudged her teasingly then left down the hall. He knocked on the side of the doorway to Elizabeth's room. "Hey, either of you know where the bathing rooms are?" He smiled slyly wondering if Simon would dare to punch him out right there.

Milo sighed and glanced at his things. He'd unpack and sort his stuff later, right now he needed to get used to the place. He smiled towards Elaine and walked over to her. Jon took residance on Max's new bed and curled up on top of his pillow to nap but Max stayed glued to Milo's heels. "Let's go find something to eat."

He tilted his head as the fox bared its teeth. "I wouldn't get too close. She hates strangers... particularly men." He shrugged and went and claimed an apparently unused bed. "At least the fox knows I'm a man." he muttered to himself. "I'm Simon, and due to rather... stupid circumstances, I'm your room mate. At least for this week. It's nice to meet you." He attempted to smile, but just couldn't manage to hide how pissed off he was about the whole ordeal.

Just then, Elizabeth walked in. Soaking wet. "Simon?" she said. This was only getting worse and worse by the second, but at least he knew Elizabeth. "Guess this makes us room mates huh?" He did smile a little bit, genuinely. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Strangely enough, the fox actually cleaned up the wet floor on command. He then realized that Elizabeth probably wanted to change. He blushed and stood suddenly, walking over to the door. "I'll let you c-change..." Then he heard a knock on the door and the male demons voice call "Hey, either of you know where the bathing rooms are?" He sighed heavily and stepped outside, shutting the door behind him so Elizabeth could change in peace. That left him in the hall, alone, with the demon. Fantastic.

"Showers are down the hall and around the corner... I think." He frowned and scratched his chin. He snapped his fingers, realizing that he had a map. He pulled it out along with a pen and scribbled on the map a bit. "There, try not to get to lost." With that he leaned against the door, no longer wishing to speak with the disgusting smelling demon. Not only did he smell like his usually disgustingly arrogant self, but he was soaked with sweat. Nasty. No wonder he was looking for the shower.

Aaiden smirked and unfolded the map taking a few steps in the direction where Simon had said the showers should be. He saw the little SOS Simon had scrawled and smiled.

"Unfortunately all the beds in our room are taken, Simon. Not sure you'd want to sleep in my room anyways. I snore." He said looking over his shoulder at him. There was no denying it Aaiden was enjoying Simon's apparent distress. Stooping so low as to ask a demon for help, the demon who had earlier that very day threatened him. "I mean if you're really desperate I suppose we could pull something together....."

He wondered if he could get away killing him in his sleep. He could try....maybe sic one of Milo's cats on him. Cat's hated dogs right? Maybe Milo could do it for him. Aaiden pondered this for a moment.

"On second thought I don't want those girls to take my glory. Your life is forfeited to me since you shamed me. I'll put a bed in there for you later, in the mean time don't get killed."

"On second thought I don't want those girls to take my glory. Your life is forfeited to me since you shamed me. I'll put a bed in there for you later, in the mean time don't get killed."
Suddenly the image of the demon standing over his bed whilst he slept, holding a wickedly curved knife popped into his head. Bad plan. Very bad plan. "O-On second thought... Thanks but no thanks. I'll survive... somehow." He slid down the length of the door and held his head in one hand. It was going to be a long year...
"Of course I shamed you. What was I supposed to do, let you attack a student on the first day?" He looked up at the ceiling. "Not that I really blame you, she did kinda try to steal your lunch." He frowned and scratched behind his right ear, momentarily revealing the manacle on his wrist. "No help for it now I guess. You'll just have to try and kill me, right?" He almost grinned, making direct eye contact now. Something about his eyes though... more frightening than that of any demon, maybe even of Satan himself.
They were not the eyes of a madman, or even of someone who wants desperately to kill another. They were the eyes of someone who, more than anything, wants to fight. Lives to fight.

Aaiden stared down at him, his smile gone. For once he took Simon seriously as if he where a true threat to him. It pissed him off that he could be a serious threat to him, pissed him off that he had no choice but to feel a little afraid. He narrowed his eyes. "And what if I decide not to kill you Simon. It's not murder that demons are famous for, that is all secondary. Its torture, it's pain and it's fear. I will show you what real fear is Simon, if I have to reach into my hell and bring it back here with me you will learn to fear me and respect me. Nothing you do to me can equal the torture I have already endured. Remember that, wolf. Nothing. Physical pain means nothing to me."

Aaiden turned away from Simon and continued on down the hall. He threw the map into the nearest trash bin, deciding he didn't need it anymore.

He laughed to himself at the demons expression. Did he finally understand? From the demons little spiel, it sounds like it. He was afraid. Good! Those who fear another get stronger! He was grinning as he stood up. "And what of your pride, daemon?" He held up his hand and slowly made a fist, as if crushing something. "What will happen to your pride, your "superiority", when I beat you again?" He laughed again, eyes full of blind desire to smash something to a tiny pulp, then into paste, and then smash it some more. He grabbed the demons shoulder as he turned away, and sniffed, grinning more. "I can smell your fear... Remember that."

As suddenly as it had happened, it was over, and Simon went back to sitting against the door, smiling like everything was going his way. The mad rage in his eyes was gone, the overwhelming desire to fight, gone. He was back to his usual self. "Enjoy your bath!"

Aaiden said nothing. He walked away his head buzzing with thoughts. He found the showers and put his things in a locker, stripping out of his sweat stained clothes. There had to be.....something he could use against this kid. Anything. His hallucinations did nothing the last time and there was only so many times he could test them out on Simon without him thinking it was an attack on him. He wrapped a towel around his middle and walked over to the shower stalls turning on the water and waiting for the heat to kick in. He hung up his towel and stepped under the water letting it soak his hair and stream across his face. It felt good running across his aching muscles. He began to wonder if there was any point in this fighting between Simon. He was going to loose no matter what he did. He rest his forehead against the tile and let the water run down his bare back and closed his eyes momentarily. He sifted through the fleeting images and thoughts that continued racing through his mind until it all faded into the background and all he saw was nothing and all he heard was the sound of water. The sound of the water changed and Aaiden opened his eyes. It had become blood. The water was deep red and the strong stench of blood filled the air of the bathroom. Aaiden blinked, startled and stepped back. He stuck his hand into the pouring blood and suddenly it was water once more. It had never happened. Aaiden blinked several more times. His hallucinations had never felt that real before. He could still smell the blood.

"Guess this makes us room mates huh?"
"I guess so,"
Elizabeth had replied. She headed over to the bathroom, right about when Simon had spoke again, blushing.
"I'll let you c-change..."
A second after, the demon from earlier knocked on the door.
"Hey, either of you know where the bathing rooms are?"
Simon then sighed heavily, and stepped outside, shutting the door.
Elizabeth had changed, and found herself standing in front of a mirror, scowling. She hated everything about these uniforms, they were itchy, uncomfortable, and Elizabeth hated just the way they looked. Especially on her. Sighing, she pushed her hair out of her face. It was starting to get a little annoying, and she had nothing to hold it up whatsoever.
Maybe I can use that necklace...
She thought, walking back over to her bag, which was still thrown across the bed. Elizabeth picked it up, and snatched out the necklace, holding it with a clenched fist of which no one could see it. Leaning against the wall, she quickly tied her hair into a high ponytail.
Now she just needed to dry her hair.
Elizabeth sighed, hadn't she seen a hair dryer, or something like that in the bathroom? Curious, she walked over and spotted a small hairdryer attached to the wall. She dried her hair, it taking up about ten minutes of her time.
Now all I need is a brush.
No brush. Elizabeth sighed, and started to finger brush her hair instead. Soon, it looked like she hadn't been soaked at all.

“I’m sorry as well. I-“ She stopped short unsure of what to say next. “I’m just totally bewildered. I don’t know who you are. Well that’s obvious; I only met you today- Who’s Patient One?”

Ciel stared at him, and he furrowed his eyebrows together. He could understand now why she had thought that he had snuck into her room. It seemed as though she had no memory of the lab. Ben wondered if he should tell her about his memories, she was certainly better off not knowing, but he knew that she would want to know about this important piece of her own history.

"Ah...oh, you- you mean you don't remember?" Ben suddenly felt very light headed. He slid down the wall and motioned for Ciel to come and sit next to him. "Sorry, that just caught me by surprise. Do you...do you not remember at all, I mean, it was rather long ago, but those memories will last me a lifetime. I can't even see lightning let alone electric current or use my powers without remembering those tests."

He rubbed his hands together as if he was cold and then flipped his dog-tag out from under his shirt. The chain held his tag, along with Sarai's, it was the last that he had left of the lab, and of Sarai. He had stolen it just as the building began to burn and had worn it around his neck ever since.

[OOC: sorry it took me so long, I had field hockey tryouts]

(ooc: Not many posts today huh...)
Aaiden finished up his shower, his thoughts still deep on what he had managed to do. You still don't understand do you.... He dried his hair with the towel causing it to get that funny, just out of the shower scruffy wet look, then he wrapped it around his waist again. You cannot be consumed with anger, or pride, or sorrow. You must feel nothing. Aaiden frowned and put on his clean clothes, the school uniform. It looked a bit silly on him. That blue on his pale and jet black complexion. He left the bathing rooms and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall in the hallway. The floorboards seemed to creak and bend under his feet as he allowed himself to zone out completely. The sounds around him faded and his thoughts fell silent and from the silence emerged the darkness and what dwelled within. That end of the hall was plunged in darkness. The lights winked out like life force from a soul and a heavy darkness set in. It smelled of death and years of decay and the wallpaper began to curl up and peel away like ashes revealing the boards behind and even those began to rot and fall away revealing nothing but empty darkness. Whispers came from behind becoming loud and urgent and frightened the very air seemed to turn to ice and ceased to flow through the atmosphere and Aaiden's own body began to fade.

Aiden opened his eyes, taking a deep ragged breath and all snapped back to normal. His heart was beating a million miles a minute out of sheer fear. He toppled over, face paper pale and beaded with sweat. I fought to catch his breath, looking around himself and feeling his body to make sure he was still there, that he still existed. He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut then stood up slowly, trying not to vomit. He loosened his tie and stumbled back into the bathroom to wet his face and calm himself down. He gripped the sides of the sink and stared at his reflection. "I....can't do it. I can't put myself back there again." Then you fail. The wolf has won.

"Ah...oh, you- you mean you don't remember?" Ben asked Cesieal, brows furrowed in concentration. Ciel couldn't help notice how, even with the wrinkles of concentration that interrupted his flawless features, he still looked truly perfect. A genuine Angel. Ciel felt a bit like a wolf in sheeps clothing, but that wasn't her biggest priority, at least not now. It made her scared and worried to know that her past might be something terrible. Ignorance was bliss, wasn't it? Even if it was aggravating to not remember, what if she had forgotten it because she...she simply didn't want to remember. She had never thought of that possibility. It didn't help at all. In fact it filled her with a leaden dread that made her feel heavy and pinned down to the Earth. It was as if she couldn't fly. Like she wasn't allowed to. Like she was Fallen.
She had to know. She wants going to back out of this, not now. She was going to immerse herself so deep that there would be no way she'd be able to escape. Trapping herself in her own history was the only solution to this endless hunt. And then Ben's features smoothed into an almost tired look as he slid down the wall. An angel sitting down in a form of defeat was not a good sign. However, Ciel took her place next to him, trembling slightly.
"Sorry, that just caught me by surprise. Do you...do you not remember at all, I mean, it was rather long ago, but those memories will last me a lifetime. I can't even see lightning let alone electric current or use my powers without remembering those tests." She grimaced a little at the mention of his power. Although he had never outright said it, Ciel had suspected that this was his "talent."
"Tests." The word sounded smooth and light to the ears but it felt heavy on her tongue. An invisible weight lifted off of her as the word rolled off her tongue. Ben had obviously switched a flip in her brain. It mad everything seem clear and sharp, yet hazy and out of focus at the same time.
There were experiments. Who was carrying them out she didn't know, but it was obviously not someone from the academy. There was something about the room that seemed cold, distant.
"Move the water, Ciel." What we're they talking about? Her name was not Ciel. She would not cooperate with what these strangers wanted. She struggled to get out of her bindings. A shock ran through her, small at first then bigger and bigger spreading throughout her body. Then, just as suddenly, the pain stopped. "Move the water, Ciel." The calm voice commanded her. She moved the water.
The memory faded slightly here, yet Ciel still felt the pain, almost too realistically. She shuddered a bit then righted herself.
"Bits and pieces are still stuck in my brain. But sometimes there are triggers that let me remember things." She stopped there, afraid to let anything else out. Pouring her emotions out to this stranger seemed extremely silly. But she needed someone to talk to. And here was the perfect opportunity. But she'd have to be careful.
"This time," she told herself in a whisper "I won't move the water."
(( OOC: If you haven't noticed already, I like to make things tense and dramatic! :3))

Lucy had been laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling for a while, in deep thought. Would this school year turn out bad? How mean were the people here, and how badly would she be beaten? Her thoughts began to go to her adoptive father. Just thinking about her father made her want to disappear...

"Why Lulu? Why did you need to get pregnant? If you hadn't, none of this would've happened." Her father motioned to the pool of blood around Lucy, He had that sick grin on his face, one she wished she had never had to see.

Whoops, Lucy realized she turned invisible while thinking about him. Quickly turning visible again, she began to get off the bed.

"Bits and pieces are still stuck in my brain. But sometimes there are triggers that let me remember things." She stopped there, afraid to let anything else out. Pouring her emotions out to this stranger seemed extremely silly. But she needed someone to talk to. And here was the perfect opportunity. But she'd have to be careful.
"This time," she told herself in a whisper "I won't move the water."

Ben looked up at the angel watching as a look of confused recognition appeared upon her face. He felt terrible. The scientists must have used electricity on her, for he could see the fear in her eyes. He wondered why she had forgotten about the lab, it made very little sense to him. The bell tolled loudly in several long low notes. He supposed that he would have to ask her about it all later.

“The entrance ceremony must be beginning," Ben said, looking to the sky. “Let's go to the hall." He stood up and thought of an idea. He stretched his wings. “Since we're a bit farther than we were before, do you want to fly there?" He asked Ciel. “We are going to have to finish this conversation later."

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Luna pulled back the urge to ask, her adventurous side was slowly seeping out. She simply nodded and looked back at the map, walking the way of the mental map she created. Looking up, she thought for a moment, What kind of things to they hide? What would they have to hide? Shaking her head fast, she pulled her focus on the map once more and continued on. "This place is a huge maze. Everything on the map looks the same." Tilting the map to match their current angle she turned the corner than hooked the map under he arm.

Just talking about simple things, they lost the mark of time and eventually made it to the library. She stopped and laughed, "Wow we are already here. That seemed pretty quick~!" Folding the map complete, she sipped it in her pocket and turned to Lith. "Now let's go find that book!" Slipping into the library, her eyes floated to the top floor. Her mouth almost fell off, realizing how many books were actually in the Library. "This is impossible, how do we know where to start??" A nervous stutter slipped from her mouth, but she popped back into her happy self.

Almost regretting to say it, Luna's temptation engulfed her, "Let's go into that secret part of the library. If they wanted to hide something from you.. they would have stored the link somewhere students can't enter." Looking around, she sighed in relief to see non of the staff was near. "What do you think?" If she told this idea to anyone else, she knew they shoot her it down. But Luna knew what one person would put themselves through to know the truth. "If you don't think you can do it Lith, just tell me where it is and I will check! I have nothing to lose!"

OOC:
Sorry, school started.

Simon looked up as the bell signaling the entrance ceremony rang. As if. He was not about to go into a huge crowd of people, have his name read aloud and have the staff say "Ms.Klauve." Well, they would say it anyway, but he was NOT going to be there when it happened. So the only question was, where could he go where no one would notice, and would be under staffed? The obvious answer would be to leave campus, but someone would definitely notice that. Ah, the restricted section of the library, that was it. Every school had one, if you knew where to look. He stood up and spoke through the door to Elizabeth and the other room mate, whether or not she even cared wasn't his concern. "It sounds like the entrance ceremony is starting. If you need me I'll be in the library, as far away from it as possible." He stretched his and adjusted the wooden blade at his waist. Best way to get anywhere was to run! He took off down the hall, grinning. It felt good to just run as fast as he possibly could, to really stretch out his legs. That and he avoided contact with other students, who had to leap out of the way to avoid being run over. He saw the sign for the library and turned his body, extending his right leg out and crouching as he did. This took the momentum from the top of his body down into the turning of his leg, thus bringing him to more or less of a dead stop. The wind created from this, however, ripped fliers off the wall and nearly knocked a few students over. Other than that, it was a perfect brake.

He made his way into the library, and fortunately his suspicions were confirmed. All the staff had already left, and the only people here were the silver haired girl and the other red head he'd seen in the hallway earlier that day. The red head smelled... Reptilian? That wasn't quite right. There was something else... But what? This puzzled him, since normally he could take one or two sniffs and instantly know what someone was, so the red head peeked his interest. The other girl however, was a different story all together. The mere scent made him blush a little. She smelled like a crisp and clear autumn sky at night, with all the stars and the cosmos laid out above you like a magnificent tapestry. It was... a very nice scent. His nose twitched once or twice and he went over to talk to her. He didn't know why, or what he was going to say, but he had to do it. The only thing he could really bring himself to say was, "Uhmm... Hello."

Lucy heard bells and assumed it was time for the opening ceremony or whatever it was called. She began to walk down to the place it was to be held, hoping she wouldn't bump into the girl she ran into earlier. Unfortunately she got lost. She stopped outside the shower rooms and began to hear someone talking to themselves inside one. Turning invisible, she listened a safe distance away from the door.

"AAAGH!" There was a crash and Aaiden blinked. He didn't remember striking out, but there he was. His fist had gone clear through the mirror and shards of the reflective glass dug deep into his knuckles scraping bone. "Aaah....."

Aaiden pulled his hand back. It trembled as a stinging pain vibrated from each of the wounds. He sucked in a breath and looked into the remaining dangling chunks of mirror that stuck to the wall at himself. "I'm not going to let him win. I said I'd make him pay if it meant walking back into the hell. I'll bring it back with me and wrap him nice and tight in the nothingness. He'll have no one to fight but himself and even then he'll have no body to fight. Even he can't withstand such punishment."

Aiden smiled darkly at his reflection and flexed his wounded hand, causing chunks of glass to fall out and little bits to dig in further. His hand throbbed and ink black blood dripped onto the tile floor. He turned towards the door, eyes narrowed as he sensed someone to be there.

Lucy heard a yell inside the room followed by glass shattering and jumped a little, hoping no one was hurt. Of course, she could heal the person if they were hurt, but she was scared they would hurt her or the baby. Shutting off her invisibility, Lucy knocked at the door. "Is everything alright?" She asked, loud enough for the boy inside to hear. Inside her chest, Lucy's heart beat fast. "I know how to heal if it isn't fine." She added.

"I'm fine." Aaiden spat dully. He looked over at her and his gaze abruptly went down to her stomach. Being a demon he was somewhat repelled by things like unborn children. In most religions they're considered to be pure beings. Unmarred by sin. God's gift or whatever. Aaiden felt sick to his stomach and he looked away feeling the bile rise. "You shouldn't be here this is the men's shower room."

He looked at her coldly. "It's against the rules. You may want to be careful loitering around the men's rooms. People might think you're a whore." He spat the word like a poison. His wounded hand clenched, forcing blood to drip. He turned his back to her and began picking the pieces of mirror and glass out of his skin.

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