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Hazel Channing

"Gee-whiz!"

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a character in “Sponsor Me”, as played by comicbooklover

Description






Hazel Channing
Meaning Intelligent and Young






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|Role|
Empathic Vampire Sponsor

|Gender|
Female

|Age|
19

|Grade|
College Sophomore

|Physical Description|
Hazel is somewhat tiny, standing at about 5'4". She has a very small and skinny build, which often makes people surprised to learn her age, and she appears generally friendly to everyone. She has brown hair and, true to her name, hazel eyes that sometime have a glint of purple in them. She dresses (and acts) like a hippie. She can't go anywhere without her beanie, even if she isn't wearing it, she has to at least have it in her pocket. She often wears big glasses with the lenses missing from their thick frames, and usually never wears makeup. She always seems to have a big smile on her face. She usually dresses more comfortably than fashionably, her favorite thing to wear being a grey hoodie much too big for her and leggings.





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|I can...|
Finish a novel in a matter of hours, Be extremely friendly, Act mellow, Make friends, Win any thumb war at ease, Make you laugh (Or at least smile), Wiggle her ears, Do a handstand, Listen, Sass

|But I can't...|
Be disrespectful well, Lie, Keep a straight face in a funny moment, Play sports (She'll cheer you on, though!), Smoke (Smoke sends her into coughing fits), Have good handwriting, Dress fashionably, Go without her beanie, Stop acting like a hippie





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|Personality|
Hazel's personality can somewhat bend to whatever you need her to be. Depending on her mood, she'll be a quiet listener, or she'll be a sassy advocate. She is usually mellow about things and tries to befriend everyone and doesn't care when they really don't want to be her friend back. She's just a chill gal. She's protective of most everyone she knows, but prefers not to get herself involved in their drama. The only time she'll lose her calm is if she sees someone getting bullied, which she will not tolerate. Hazel doesn't spend much time focused on looks, since she'd rather spend the time getting sucked into a book or hanging out with friends. She is a mix of extrovert and introvert. She doesn't always seem to get excited about things. She's very mellow.
Hazel is very hipster-ish. She speaks some slang, but doesn't go too overboard. She likes to use peace signs and the Vulcan "Live long and prosper" finger split thing. Hazel is very hard to break out her calm state. She doesn't get very mad easily. If she doesn't like you, you won't be able to tell. Not that Hazel doesn't like a lot of people, but she won't let you know because she doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, unless they are a real snob. Hazel is prone to taking naps, and often falls asleep in public, which is one of her quirks. She yawns a lot too, and her yawns always seem contagious. Hazel is very creative, but she has so many different personalities going on inside her, she tries to keep it Plain Jane on the outside.

|I like...|
Napping, Reading, Hot Chocolate, Her Beanie, Sweaters, Pizza, Socializing, 60's Music, The Beatles, The Colors Yellow and Purple, Clouds, Tie-Dye, Going Barefoot, Friends

|But I don't like...|
Bullying, Milk, Pain, Ignorant People, Divorce, Heavy Metal or Rap, Zombie Movies (Yeah, she's nothing like me... Lol), Being Bored, Violence, Fighting

|Crush|
None at the moment




|History|
Hazel had a good life when she was little. She had parents who loved her, even though they were always busy with work. Even though her dad was away the most, her mom's job payed for a significant amount of bills. It went wrong when Hazel was six. Her mom just left one night, while her dad was on a business trip. She left a simple sticky note saying she didn't think things were working anymore. Hazel's father vowed to fix this, but this just meant he would be away more. Hazel had to practically raise herself.
By the time she was ten, she got into wearing tie-dye shirts and soon got into hipster fashion. She liked how she didn't have to get all dressed up, and due to the lack of a mom, she didn't have much of a fashion sense. But, because of this, she got bullied a lot. When she was ready to go to college, she straight up decided she didn't want to be teased anymore and figured the University of Diversity would be a good place to start.

|Opinions|
[To Be Edited Later]





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|Other|
Hazel loves flowers and always keeps a few around her. She also has asthma, so the pollen and her don't always get along.

|Theme Song| The Beatles- Here Comes The Sun http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6j4TGqVl5g

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Little darling
It's been a long, cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Little darling
The smiles returning to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling
I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
It's all right
It's all right





So begins...

Hazel Channing's Story

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It was a normal day for everyone casually standing outside of the University of Diversity. Up until a taxi came screeching to a sudden stop right in front of the school. The back door swung open and a small, discombobulated looking girl tumbled out as the driver sped away. This girl, Hazel, took in a deep breath. She had taken a long taxi ride to get here, only to find her wallet was gone. What a lovely way to start her new life at this university.

But, the girl kept her cool, just simply standing up, dusting herself off, and pulling a bright purple beanie back onto her head. She straightened her tie-dye shirt and calmly strutted onto the grounds. To her relief, the people didn't even seem to pay attention to her after the tad bit embarrassing affair of being thrown out of a taxi. So, she calmly walked towards the front doors, heaving her small rolling suitcase along. Before she could get very far, a man leaped in front of her, startling the poo out of poor Miss Channing.

"Would you like to sign up for our sponsorship programs?" he said eagerly, sounding more like a demand than a question as he shoved a pen and a clipboard, holding tons of papers on it, into her face. Hazel's eyes widened as she curiously tried to read the paper, but the paper was much too close to her face for her to make out. "Never mind all the details. Just sign!"

Hazel figured these "sponsorship programs" had something to do with helping out freshmen. They might give her a little cash to start out her year with, and considering she was broke, that sounded like a good deal. But, they could also be asking for money, which, at this point, she had none of. "I'm out of bread, dude," (Hippie lingo for "I'm broke") she said, nervously looking up at the man.

"No worries! It's free!" he said. "You'll be helping a lot of people, if you just sign on the dotted line!" So now it was some charity drive. The peace-loving hippie inside of Hazel screamed for her to sign. Trusting her gut, she signed her name in her very sloppy handwriting. The man smiled. "You'll be sponsoring Empathic Vampires! Have a nice day!"

Wait, what?! Before Hazel could even get a word out, the man vanished into the crowd. "Hey!" she screamed, pushing past people trying to find him. Yep, her mellowness was long gone at this point. When she knew she had completely lost him, she huffed over. "You turd," she muttered under her breath.
She was furious. She was just an ordinary human girl. How was she supposed to, like, take care of vampires. Empathic vampires, whatever that meant, sounded worse. It’s not like humans looked up to her. These vampires would stinkin’ eat her alive! She didn’t have a problem with vampires, no, in her mind everyone was equal, but she didn’t know if they had a problem with humans or not.

But, anyway, she walked into the school, not sure if she was hoping to avoid these vampires or look for them. Then it hit her, she didn't even know what room she was in. She groaned, dragging her suitcase behind her, which made a very loud "thunk!" noise every time her wheels hit a crack in the floor. It sounded like a horrible mess and the loud noise made annoyed people turn their heads. In frustration, she noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall. She quickly unzipped her suitcase and rummaged through until she saw an old bike lock. Dragging her suitcase to the extinguisher, she looped the lock around the pin of it, and locked it onto the handle of her case. This way if anyone tried to take it off the extinguisher, the pin would come with it and it would be sure to let everyone know. Or they could just cut it.... or get into the suitcase. Whatever! She was already completely out of her normal hippie mellowness. She sucked in a deep breath and decided it was time to find the... empathic vampires.

Hazel wasn't exactly sure where to start. She just sort of just pushed past people, almost losing her beanie a few times, stumbling and trying to find these vampires. Her search carried her up the staircase, but she was still lost. When she had almost given up hope, she noticed a bear. She blinked, assuming her eyes were somehow playing tricks on her. Nope, it was a bear... and nearby it a snow leopard. What was this, a petting zoo? "Holy crap," she murmured. She got it was supposed to be diverse, but wouldn't a bear and a leopard, like, end up attacking someone? She shrugged. First losing her wallet, then becoming some "sponsor", the surprise of the bear faded away quickly. But, around the bear stood a bunch of people, talking like everything was completely normal. Under further observation, one of the boys were wearing a badge that had his name and then "Empathic Vampire". Hazel had found one.

Straightening her beanie, she calmly began to approach the group. What she was going to say wasn't the biggest question. Whether or not they would be very... friendly.... back was what worried her. She figured she might be able to run away if needed, so she continued her walk until she had reached them. All of a sudden, Hazel felt small, like a child asking adults for directions. But, she had made it this far.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, nervously, "but do you have any idea where sponsors are supposed to go?"

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Well, it was certainly nice to have Lilith holding his hand. It was so nice that Henri didn’t mind not beating up the fire truck kid. Besides, he saw the look in her magenta eyes. He knew she needed him to let this go.

“A’right, a’right,” he said reluctantly. He gave her a small smile. “I’ll spare ‘im… fer now.”

Suddenly, Lilith let go of his hand, turning her attention to something else. Henri followed her gaze and set his eyes on Adwin Malir. The artist didn’t look too happy to see Henri, something the witch vampire couldn’t quite understand.

"Hello, Lilith. Hey there, Smokestack. I presume your summers have been adequate? If that's the case, then I suggest we find if one of these newbies is our Sponsor," Adwin said, though he seemed to really be talking to Lilith. Henri frowned slightly at the nickname, but didn’t think too much of it. After all, he’d been calling someone fire truck for a while now. He supposed other people could make nicknames for him. But "smokestack"? Adwin didn't have much taste.

Lilith nodded at Adwin. “Good to see you again Adwin. I hope that your summer was good as well.”

Adwin spoke again and two seconds later, Henri realized the empathic vampire was actually talking to him. “Your Sponsor is back there. Careful, she's fragile. Pretty sure if you hit on her, she'll explode.” He motioned down the hall behind him, probably indicating one of the rooms. All Henri saw was some scrawny, ginger kid near the stairs who seemed to be eating himself starting with his fingers. He gave a small wave and proceeded to ignore skinny kid.

Distracted by the ginger kid, Henri only now comprehended Adwin’s words. Basically, he had a new Sponsor. The Sponsor was a girl. Henri thought about it for a moment. Just because his Sponsor was a girl, didn’t mean she was a beautiful girl. Then again, she could be some gorgeous bombshell. Henri sighed. He debated going down there and seeing for himself, but Lilith was right here and he didn’t want to be rude by ignoring her... and Adwin, but Lilith was more important.

He brought the cigarette away from his lips before speaking. “Oi, Malir. What does she, uh, look like? So I can recognize ‘er later, a’ course.” Fail lie.

Adwin didn’t have a chance to answer, for a stranger intruded upon the conversation. And not just any stranger. Henri’s eyes widened just a tad. The cigarette dropped from his fingers, but he really didn’t care, even if the whole dorm building burned down. Why? Because said stranger was freaking adorable! Long, brown hair and warm, hazel eyes. The glasses were a bit of a stretch, but they still didn’t look too bad on her. So, all in all, Henri didn’t mind not knowing what his Sponsor looked like.

"Sorry to interrupt," began the freaking adorable stranger. She was obviously nervous, but her voice was so cute! Henri just wanted to go up and hug her. "But do you have any idea where sponsors are supposed to go?"

Henri didn’t hesitate. He was beside her in an instant, smiling pleasantly. “’Ello, sweetheart. The name’s Henri. Henri Leppards. Pleased to meet ya.” He extended his hand. “And as for where to go, why don’t you take the room next to mine? It has a great view. I’m sure Malir can move out.”

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Adwin nodded to Lilith. "Yeah, it was alright. Janitors tried to shoo me away, though. Nothing major." Adwin replied, and in fact it was true. The janitors had gotten cross with him running on top of buildings, and once the police were even called. Adwin dealt with it though, with a little vampiric charm. Okay, he made them run away in terror from a swarm of bees. Still worked. Adwin was about to turn and go when a rather small girl came up to them. "Sorry to interrupt, but do you have any idea where sponsors are supposed to go?" She asked, obviously very nervous.

Henri didn't waste time, Adwin supposed it had to be a record. He halfway sighed, not even really stopping to care anymore. And right when he was about to tell Henri that London was indeed, quite beautiful. It'd be a challenge for him not to hit on her. Oh, come on, Adwin. He's not that bad. He just has the most disgusting habit ever. Adwin told himself, but when smoke started pouring through the shoddy insulation, there was reason to be angry.

"No, I don't think I could move out. I've already stained basically everything with paint. And who would want to smell smoke all the time? I'm doing the world a service, my friend." Adwin simply said to Henri. "I need that view for sunset murals anyways. Hey, by the way. Adwin Malir, as the badge states. I love the shirt, tie-dye and all. Colors are my thing." Adwin complimented the myriad of colors the girl wore, as he genuinely did love them. "Which vampires are you looking for?" He asked, hoping she'd say "empathic".

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In just seconds after Hazel had spoke, a boy with dread locks eagerly stepped forward and offered his hand out for her to shake. “’Ello, sweetheart. The name’s Henri. Henri Leppards. Pleased to meet ya.”

Hazel was surprised. It seemed that the people here were very... friendly.... "Er- Groovy...?" she replied, awkwardly shaking his hand and pulling is out quickly as she could without seeming mean. She didn't want to seem rude, or seem to have lost her mellowness any more than she already had today.

“And as for where to go, why don’t you take the room next to mine? It has a great view. I’m sure Malir can move out.” Hazel tried not to chuckle at that. She didn't even know how to respond, but luckily the other boy did instead.

"No, I don't think I could move out. I've already stained basically everything with paint. And who would want to smell smoke all the time? I'm doing the world a service, my friend. I need that view for sunset murals anyways," The boy said to Henri. "Hey, by the way. Adwin Malir, as the badge states. I love the shirt, tie-dye and all. Colors are my thing. Which vampires are you looking for?" Again, Hazel was surprised. These Vampires seemed to be much more friendly and nice than most of the humans she knew. And she had thought they would be scary and menacing. How ironic.

"Empathic," she said, smiling. She nodded at the name tag he wore, almost acting as if she had just noticed it now. "Oh, which I guess I just found one then." This was something she'd do from time to time. Wait until a situation seemed less awkward for her to mention something. It was a weird habit, but she did it a lot anyway. Alright, far out, so what now?

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Lilith watched as Henri pulled his cigarette away from his lips “Oi, Malir. What does she, uh, look like? So I can recognize ‘er later, a’ course.” At times Henri could say just about anything and no matter how ridiculous it was he made it sound true. This was not one of those times. "Oh of course." she said with the barest hint of amusement. There was no decent looking female at this school that he hadn't hit on, new shy sponsors would be no exception.

It was about that time when Lilith noticed a girl not much smaller than she was zero in on Adwin's shirt before approaching them. Henri's reaction to the girl was also something that she noticed. 'Careful now, you're about to start drooling.' she thought. She would have said it out loud but the girl began to speak. "Sorry to interrupt but do you have any idea where sponsors are supposed to go?" the girl asked, nervousness laced into every word. The poor thing had barely finished speaking when Henri made his move. “’Ello, sweetheart. The name’s Henri. Henri Leppards. Pleased to meet ya. And as for where to go, why don't you take the room next to mine? It has a great view. I’m sure Malir can move out.”

Lilith felt an overwhelming urge to roll her eyes but she clamped it down as she assessed the girl. Her golden strings reached out to her looking deep inside for the one emotion she needed. What she found made her sigh with disappointment, not a single bit of envy to be found. "Useless." she muttered to herself. Returning to the conversation after Adwin declined to move out Lilith began to pay attention again. "Hey, by the way. Adwin Malir, as the badge states. I love the shirt, tie-dye and all. Colors are my thing. Which vampires are you looking for?" Lilith had already pegged her for their sponsor by the way she had eyed Adwin's shirt before coming over to them.

"Empathic," she said confirming her suspicions. "Oh, which I guess I just found one then." an obvious lie but Lilith wasn't going to point that out, she sounded awkward enough already. Stepping forward and crossing her arms she addressed the girl "Actually you've found two." she stated simply choosing to forgo any introduction.

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"This will be good for you.
-J.R."

"hell no im going back home
-Levi"


"Don't be such a weenie, Levi. Once you get used to things, you might even enjoy yourself.
-J.R."

"yeah and maybe ill meet a pink unicorn too, dont be stupid jeffy
-Levi"



"howd u guys even get me on that plane anyway?
-Levi"


"No comment.
-J.R."

"u r such a little dickwad like srsly u r the worst therapist i have ever met
-Levi"


"I'm the only therapist you've ever met, Levi. Call me when you're settled in, okay?
-J.R."

Levi huffed, shoving his cell phone deep down into the front pocket of his jeans as he peered out the window of the taxi cab at the gates to the University of Diversity. The place seemed to loom over him, and the metal walls of the taxi cab couldn't protect him from all the danger it held. The idea of a fence around the campus was comforting, but the vastness of the campus was enough to completely nullify what little comfort that gave, and nullify any other comfort that could possibly come from anything else. Not that he assumed he would find any comfort in this place anyway. It was like its own damn town for Christ's sake! And for all Levi cared, a town could have easily compared to an entire state, or an entire continent.

He sunk down a little further in his seat, just his eyes peering out the window while he wrapped his arms around himself. Did he even have all of his stuff? His parents had packed his bags, probably while he slept, seeing as he'd just suddenly woken up on a flight to whatever-the-hell-state he was in, confused and having to be comforted by three stewardesses. What state was it? Idaho? Oklahoma? Ohio? He didn't care. It wasn't his town, it wasn't his house, and it wasn't his room. Jeffy had mentioned in his earlier texts that he'd sent documents to the school to be sure that they kept him enrolled; kept him in his classes. He wondered how hard he'd have to try to get himself kicked out. Maybe he could use his graffiti to tag some of the school buildings. Maybe he could skip all of his classes. Hell, maybe he could make such a scene in the middle of a class and get kicked out. A couple of pieces of paper signed by a therapist couldn't possibly be enough to keep him, could they?

"Mr. Havet?" The taxi driver suddenly interrupted, and Levi instantly glared at him, already uncomfortable enough with the man simply for the fact that he had to deal with being around him.

"What?" Levi snapped, not bothering to spare the word an ounce of sharpness. Had it been a knife, it would have killed the chubby taxi driver.

"I think its time for you to go. We've been sitting here for twenty minutes and you still haven't moved." Levi had to give the man props for keeping so level headed.

"Actually, I've changed my mind!" Levi retorted, spinning up a new lie and hoping the taxi driver wasn't in on the whole situation, too. "I'm going back home, so you can just take me back to the air port and bill my parents for the extra mileage."

The taxi driver sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid you'll have to get out, now, Mr. Havet. I've been told strictly that you must get off here."

Levi huffed again, kicking the metal wall which separated his seat from the drivers, only to find himself wincing at the pain that it stuck into his toes, which sat barely protected behind his blue Vans. If only the wall hadn't been there, then at least he could have caused the driver a little more discomfort. The firm statement, probably direct from his parents, or from Jeffy, was enough for Levi to immediately, and whole heatedly, hate the man. Like this moron had any authority to be bossing him around?! Oh, Levi was livid. Jeffy would be hearing about this, oh hell, he was going to have to sit on the phone for hours while Levi screamed at him. This was all his stupid fault! Jeffy had always seemed like he was all talk, before. He was like a big brother to Levi, really, but now... Now that little ass was just a big traitor! He was going to get it for sure! Levi wasn't sure what "it" was, yet, exactly, but he'd be getting it, that was for sure.

"Fine!" He muttered, snatching up his backpack and shoving open the door, only half-wanting to start crying about hurting his toes. "It's not like there's any chance of me staying in this stupid place!"

Storming from the backseat and slamming the door behind him, he made his way quickly to the already popped trunk of the cab, lifting the hood up as far as it could go and sighing at the sight of his bags. How the hell had his parents expected him to deal with this much luggage, anyway? His backpack, he could handle, but there was no denying he was petite, and here he was, staring down at a huge black travel trunk - the kind which stood on some little wheels and opened up to have bars for clothes to hang on, as well as a couple of drawers at the top and the bottom - and his big black duffle bad. The duffle, obviously, was home to his graffiti gear, from the way he could see the jutting figures of spray paint cans and thick folders which held his pre-cut stencils and concept sketches. He was surprised that Jeffy and his parents had sent that along with him. Honestly, were they trying to encourage him to vandalize something? Because that was what it looked like.

Grabbing the handle of the trunk with both hands and yanking it out with all the might he could muster, he almost felt like his arms would give way half-way through the action. He almost fell backwards when it officially slipped out from the trunk, but caught himself, throwing back one of his legs into a better stance to keep his balance. Even he was surprised that he managed it, breathing heavily and bending at the waist when the wheels of the trunk were officially on the ground, exhausted. Still, he wasn't done yet, was he? He hefted the duffle bag up with a little more ease, but not much more, and quickly slid the strap around his shoulders. God, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the weight of it across his shoulder, along with his already stuffed backpack, and pushing that awful trunk with him. He'd have to find where he was supposed to go, and he'd have to find it fast, at least so that he could drop all of this stuff before coming up with a good plan. Well, two good plans, actually, he corrected himself as he shut the trunk of the cab, flinching backwards in fear as it sped off as soon as the action was completed.

What the hell did that rotten guy think he was doing?! Speeding off like that!! The ass!!

Grabbing the handle of the travel trunk and taking a quick moment to straighten out his brown Firefly tee-shirt which depicted two dinosaurs, one saying 'curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal," and the tan cardigan which he wore unbuttoned as a top layer before making his way onto the campus hesitantly. This would be horrid. It was already horrid, but he was sure that it would only get more horrid. What had he been thinking about before? He'd nearly forgotten, but quickly recalled what it was. Planning. Yes, he'd need two plans. First would be his revenge on Jeffy. Perhaps a terrible computer virus? Yes, that certainly sounded like a good idea, and he could easily send it strait to him with the man's email. Second plan? Get the hell out of this joint, for sure. How hard could it be to get kicked out of a school? Really! Surely, he'd come up with a game plan for how to do it as soon as he was locked inside his dorm room.

"Hello there!"

Levi stopped dead in his tracks, flinching as a young man with a devious smile and a clip board stepped into his path. He fidgeted again, watching the man hold out the clipboard as if he were offering out a million dollars. He was trying so hard to make it seem like it was something that Levi wanted, even if he didn't know what it was.

"Would you like sign up for a sponsorship program?" He asked, pushing the clipboard a little further into Levi's face.

Levi flinched back a step, putting his hands on the strap of his duffle bag nervously, trying to adjust the weight it was putting on his small shoulders. "No," He finally answered, being sure to make the statement as firm as possible. "Please go away."

The man furrowed his brows, and his look changed to one that was pleading, like he needed the signature or he'd die. He took another step towards Levi and Levi instantly took another step back. "Come on, you'll hardly have to do anything! Just sign your name!"

"Cut it out!" Levi snapped, turning sharply and trying to go around the young man. "Whatever it is, I'm not doing it!"

The man quickly darted into his path once again, and Levi, so frightened by the sudden action, went to jolt backwards again, only to loose his footing and be dragged down by the heavy momentum of his duffle bag and landing on the ground with a thud from his body, a heavier thud from the fallen travel trunk, and some clanging from the spray paint cans in the duffle. Levi winced as he hit the ground, shutting his eyes tight and biting his lower lip. Great, just what he needed, a bruise on his ass, too. When he opened his eyes, the man, much to Levi's disappointment, was standing right there, looming over him and instead of offering a hand to help up the small boy, instead, there was that freaking clipboard, held out right in front of Levi's nose.

Oh god was he livid.

"IF I SIGN YOUR DAMN PIECE OF PAPER WILL YOU JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE?!!"

Levi was vaguely aware of the people who'd stopped to look, to laugh, but his attention was far too focused on this asshole to care at the moment. It was okay. He was just making a scene. That was normal when he wasn't getting what he wanted. He watched as that stupid smile stretched back over the young man's features, and Levi almost regretted his words. Maybe he shouldn't have given in like that? No, it was fine. The guy said that he'd barely have to do anything, right? Maybe it would be okay, if all he was looking for was a little signature.

"Yes, I most certainly will!" The man answered, shoving the clipboard into Levi's hands. "I'll even take your bags to your new dorm room for you! Since you seem to be having so much trouble."

Levi looked at him bitterly, but took the pen in hand and signed away at the bottom line, huffing to himself and uttering all the bad words he could muster in a breath too quite to understand. As soon as the pen tip was off the paper, the clipboard was being tugged out from his hands, and the man was looking over it. Levi took the strap of the duffle bag off his shoulder, making it a little easier of a time to stand while the man looked over the paper, almost as if he hadn't even looked at what he was asking Levi to sign himself, though he was probably just checking to be sure that it was filled out correctly or whatever. Suddenly, he smiled at Levi once again, and Levi was really starting to hate that smile, as he picked up the small boy's duffle bag for him and stood the trunk upright, grabbing onto the handle.

"Thank you, Levi Havet!" The man said, handing Levi a small information packet before beginning to make his way away from him, towards the dorm building, more than likely. "You'll be sponsoring the normal Vampires!"

...

...

What?

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!" Levi shouted, tightening his grip around the pen he'd signed his name with. Vampires?! Seriously?! Like hell he was going to do that! They'd probably eat him whole! There was no way he could handle that kind of situation! Wouldn't they rather grab people who were all... wholehearted and shit? Did this guy not have any kind of good judgement for character? He wasn't cut out for that!! In the heat of the moment, he chucked the pen towards the man's head, enraged that the man managed to step away from it just in time and continue on his merry way bringing Levi's things for him, and at a safe distance. With no other choice, Levi followed him, until he saw the building that he was being led to, that is.

It was... a crap heap.

You've got to be kidding me, he thought, dropping to his knees in the grass while the asshole with his bags simply went inside, dropping the stuff off, and left to go on and sucker in more people to do the same thing, probably. Levi had stopped caring about him. Now he had to worry about this place. It was terrible, it was probably falling apart, it was going to be a living nightmare. He fished his cell phone back out from his pocket, dialing the first number on his contact list, which happened to be the first out of only three numbers, and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Levi?"

"You've sent me to my death, Jeffy, I hope you're happy," Levi responded, skipping the greeting all together.

"What? What are talking about?"

"I'm talking about some guy who bullied me into signing this damn paper, and then finding out that I just got suckered into being a sponsor for vampires!" Levi heard Jeffy snort, trying not to burst into laughter, and immediately balled his hands up into fists. "This isn't funny, Jeffy!"

"You've got to admit, it's kind of funny."

"No it's not!" Levi snapped, finally picking himself up off the ground and dusting off his jeans. "I'm going to die here and it's all your fault! I hope you remember to put on my grave the cause of death, because it's going to say 'died of terrible therapeutic treatment'! I hope you know you're absolutely going to get it for this."

"Levi you're going to be fine. I'm pretty sure they won't let their students kill their other students. Just try to relax and get into the flow of things. And I swear to god, Levi, if you put another virus on my computer, vampires are going to be the least of your problems."

"You're the biggest asshole I know," Levi retorted, taking a quick glance at the crumpled papers in his other hand.

"I'm the only asshole you know, Levi. For Pete's sake, I'm the only person you know. I gotta run, call me later, alright?"

"Whatever," Levi said, hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his pocket where he'd retrieved it from. His gaze went back to that godawful building and he simply stared at it for a moment, as if maybe staring could scare it away, scare the whole situation away, like one would do in a bad dream. But no, nothing would get solved that way. He simply pushed himself into gear again, making his way to the building and inside. The inside of it wasn't really any better than the outside, but at least it wasn't falling apart, yet, he supposed. And it wasn't like he planned on staying long, right? He'd be gone in no time! He'd be such a little prick on campus that they'd just have to send it home! So, it didn't matter how crappy the place was, did it? Well, maybe it did a little bit, since he still figured he'd be here for some time. He'd have to find a way to make himself somewhat comfortable.

Finding himself face-to-face with a bunch of closed doors with maybe only a couple of people moving in and out of them, he found himself grimacing. There was no way to tell which one of these rooms that guy had gone into! Where was his stuff? After that fall... Certainly he'd need to check the spray paint cans. He couldn't have one leaking all over the place... That would just suck. He bit his lip looking around for someone he could possibly bother about the information, though it seemed that the most commotion was coming from upstairs. Maybe one of them knew, although he hated the idea of talking to anyone, especially at this point. All he wanted was to lock himself in and try to sort through his stuff. Maybe do some murals on his walls, especially since working with his spray paint always seemed to calm his nerves at least a little bit.

Sighing, he figured there wasn't much he could do about the issue, and trudged his way up the stairs. As soon as he came to the top however, he flinched, and nearly fell backward down the stairwell. Was that... Were those... wild animals?! He stared with wide eyes, though everyone else seemed to be dismissing their presence as if it were completely normal. Well, maybe one or two people seemed to look at them once in a while with apprehension, but that was about it. Honestly, how was that normal? Last he checked, a bear wasn't exactly the kind of thing you kept as a household pet. The range of domesticated animals could not have changed that much in twelve or thirteen years, he was almost sure.

Levi tried to ignore the situation, for the moment, and made a note to himself that if those things even made one step towards him, he could just run back downstairs and out the door, or at least he could hide in one of the other rooms, if he found one unlocked. Biting his lip, though, he took a look at the people around, trying to decide which ones would be able to give him the information he wanted. The kid with the orange hair seemed too preoccupied with a cut on his finger, and hardly seemed like he himself knew what the hell was going on. The tall brute with the fiery red hair and an unlit cigarette in his mouth seemed free to talk, but his enormous stature was enough to be frightening in itself, and Levi couldn't help but subconsciously take a step away from the guy. That left the group a little further down, nearer to the wild animals, that consisted of a paint-splattered boy, the dread-lock king, and some chick with silver hair, all seeming to be giving their full attention to a girl with long brown hair. Oh god, what was he supposed to do? Well, he supposed there was just one thing. He would just have to make another big scene, and hope someone would be irritated enough to pay attention, or pity him enough to help him out.

He put on his best nervous expression, furrowing his brows and holding his arms in close to his body. The nervousness, the shyness, it mixed with a small hint of aggravation, and that was exactly what he wanted to convey. It was a look that said; 'pay attention to me! But seriously, don't touch me because you're all scaring the shit out of me.'

"Hey!! Did anyone see some asshole carry a duffle bag and a trunk into any of the rooms?" He spoke out, making sure he'd be heard by at least someone. "He made me sign up for this sponsor thing and then he said he'd carry my bags to my room but I lost track of him and now I have no idea where my stuff is."

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"Actually you've found two."

Relief washed over Hazel. "Really? Sweet!" she said, enthusiastically yet calmly, to the girl who had spoken. It quickly struck Hazel that the girl she was speaking to had silver hair, but it seemed very insignificant considering Hazel was standing near a bear and a snow leopard, talking to a bunch of vampires. Not normal was almost an understatement. But, Hazel figured these kids didn't have a lot of answers as to what she was supposed to do. She had probably bothered them enough, for her social skills were pretty horrible when she was nervous, even though these people didn't seem hard to talk to. They were lucky to not be... socially awkward... at least not appearing that way, which was a trait Hazel wished she had at times like this.

"Well, I better stop bothering you. I've gotta' split anyway, I kind'a left my stuff on a... fire extinguisher." There she goes again, Hazel Channing, a wonder with words! She couldn't help but smile at her own silliness. "So, peace," she said, giving them the peace sign before smiling, turning, and leaving. As she walked, she pulled her beanie back onto her head, which was slipping off for the umpteenth time. On the up side, she hadn't heard any screams from downstairs, meaning the pin on the fire extinguisher hadn't been pulled yet. There was a chance her stuff hadn't been stolen.

Once at the stairs, she inhaled. She felt somewhat accomplished for someone who just completed looking like an idiot in front of a bunch of vampires. She had found two of her... what would you call them? Sponsorlings? Nah, better not go around calling people Sponsorlings. They might not be too keen about befriending you after that. Although she had probably acted like a deer in headlights, and forgot to introduce herself, it could have been a lot worse. Anyway, she quickly began her journey back to the spot she had started at, praying to see her suitcase once again.

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Dismay wandered down the dimly-lit hallways with her precious cargo, a mere lightbulb, clutched loosely in her seemingly frail hands. After all, it was this simple object that caused this rare event; the event of Dismay Nightengale actually venturing from her solitude and into society. Rarely, outside of classes, did anyone see this elusive vampire.. and she preferred it that way. Note to self: Limit interaction as much as possible rang the appalled voice as the Empathetic vampire paused by a small boxed window, the curtains yanked to the sides. Blinking a few times in an attempt adjust those scarlet orbs to the sunlight, the young vampire peered through the glass.

The sight outside was enough to make any anti-social being uncomfortable, human or different. Hundreds of students were scuttling about the campus, duffle bags and suitcases littering their busybodies, confused friends or family in tow. But that wasn’t the worst part for Dismay, no no, it was the sound. The white noise of squealing, screaming, yelling.. laughing all resonated within the 15 year old’s body and mind. It sickens me.. knowing I rely on these people for sustenance.. how pitiful. came her hissing thoughts as those blood red eyes stayed trained crowd below. However, unlike her agitated thoughts, no betrayal of emotion shone within those crimson orbs or on that inhumanely doll-esque face.

After a few moments of this blank staring, the college freshman gave a soft sigh before turning abruptly on the heels of her feet. Now then..it’s time for me to get back to my homework. Walking wordlessly down the silent hall, Dismay chose to focus her attention on the muffled ‘tmp’ from her black mary janes instead of the peeling paint on the walls. It was quite relaxing, honing in on a single sound, and before long, the 15 year old college freshman retreated into a trance-like state. However, that peace was quickly shattered by an unusual sight.

There, a few feet in front of her, was a suitcase..... chained to a fire extinguisher. A slight frown tugged at Dismay’s petal-pink lips as she took in the strange sight. What on earth...? mused her curious thoughts as she walked forward. Standing next to luggage, the Empathetic vampire kept that cold gaze trained on the inanimate object, trying to figure out who would just leave it there and why.

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Getting down the stairs was much harder than Hazel had imagined. It was a bit backed up due to some people having conversations, so she decided to use mind over matter. She sat down on the handrail and slid down, hopping off when she got close to the bottom. The downstairs looked just as it had been earlier, very busy, full of vampires, sponsors, humans, and probably some other weird types of beings. At this point, she half expected to run into a Cyclops. The University of Diversity was much more diverse than she had first imagined, but she wasn't looking at that in a negative way. In fact, that made her happy. She figured it was one inch closer to world peace, but Hazel didn't seem to understand that not everyone liked one another in this place.

When Hazel made her way through the crowd, which involved a lot of dodging, squeezing between people, and getting bumped into, her beanie falling off twice, she found her things were still there. She breathed a sigh of relief for that, but someone was admiring her... creative... idea. The girl made Hazel actually feel tall, which was a very rare feeling for the young Hippie. She had jet black hair and a very pale complexion. Even from only seeing the girl from a side view, something in her gut told her that this was a vampire. The girl seemed generally amused, maybe a bit perplexed, with the way she had tied her suitcase to the fire hydrant.

"Hello," Hazel said, smiling. She sounded much more laid back, her nervousness fading. She even laughed and nodded to her suitcase. "Well, I see my crazy idea worked. Much better than having to drag it around." She stuck her had out for a handshake. "I'm Hazel," she introduced herself, not even bothering to begin freeing her suitcase.

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Everest tried his best to ignore the fact that he was being ignored. Marcus evidently had no intention of speaking anymore and Henri had gone off to converse with the others. The snow leopard sighed and his ear twitched in annoyance. He realized he hadn’t had breakfast yet. In fact, he hadn’t eaten at all since two days ago. Everest growled. He was starving.

Hungry snow leopards, no matter how chill they usually are, instantly become hunters. So Everest began pacing the ground, his footsteps silent, his movements calculated. He debated gnawing on Henri’s foot, just to make his hunger known, but decided against it at the last second. Instead, he rubbed his head against the legs of those in the group: Henri, Lilith, Adwin, and some other human girl. He then continued on his way, looking for anything that could be food.

There was a half-eaten, moldy, ham and cheese sandwich near one of the rooms. Ew. There were several mothballs lining part of the wall. Ew. There was Ruari planning something devious near the fire truck kid’s room. Everest chuckled. He pounced on the mouse boy, purposefully missing by a few inches. He loved to mess around with Ruari. The boy made a great playmate.

But he was still hungry, so he left Ruari alone and continued down the hall. He looked to the stairs and found himself staring at some guy with curly orange hair. There was something feline about him that Everest couldn’t quite put his paw on. Maybe he was a shapeshifting vampire? Everest wasn’t sure. After all, the kid looked quite pathetic, freaking out over his bleeding finger.

Another kid came up the stairs. He was also a pretty small and skinny, frail-looking person. Not a lot of meat. Everest looked away without even the slightest interest. No food to be found anywhere. He made the short trek back to Henri. The human girl had left and Everest’s master was still gawking after her. Sometimes it was embarrassing to be associated with this particular vampire.

Everest looked up with pleading eyes, hoping his master would recognize his hunger. Unfortunately, Henri still seemed to be stuck in gaga land. So, the snow leopard did the most logical thing a snow leopard would do: he bit Henri’s ankle.

Henri jerked back his foot, snapping suddenly from his stupor. “Wha’s yer problem, Evs?” He reached down to calm his familiar, but Everest bit his hand too. Instead of withdrawing his hand, he went ahead and slapped the snow leopard on the side of his face. “The hell? Haven’t ya heard the phrase, ‘Don’t bite the hand that feeds ya’?” He examined his hand and his ankle. Both were bleeding profusely. He’d fix them later with his voodoo.

The familiar glared. “But you haven’t fed me!” Everest retorted venomously. “Henri, I’m hungry! Get me something to eat or else I'll go hunting!”

“Quit yer whinin’! I bought a whole bunch a’ steaks jus’ fer you, but ya said ya weren’t hungry, so I cooked ‘em.”

Everest was aghast. He took an involuntary step back. “You cooked them?” The snow leopard nearly fainted right then and there thinking of those delicious steaks ruined by intense heat. Luckily, he was able to stay conscious and emit a low growl, his tail swaying to and fro.

Ignoring his familiar’s distress, Henri sighed. He looked back towards the stairs where that dazzling human girl had escaped. He hadn’t even asked for her name. Stupid Henri was stupid. How could he get so wrapped up in someone's beauty to the point of speechlessness? This didn’t usually happen. Maybe it was just a symptom of the first day of school.

The snow leopard snorted to catch Henri’s attention. "I'm still hungry." He glanced around, pleading with his eyes. He rested his gaze on Lilith and walked up to her, winding between her legs. "Lilith, food please?" he begged, trying to look as cute as possible. "Pretty please?"

"Honestly, Evs. Yer embarrassing me." Henri let out an exasperated sigh, slowly shaking his head. He rolled his eyes and turned to Lilith. “Jus' ignore ‘im, Bathory. He’s actin’ like a cub.”