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Addison Lawler

I am the exception. NOT the rule.

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, as played by ChaosxChild13

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Full Name:
Addison Renee Lawler
Nicknames:
Addi, "D",
Age:
19
Birthdate:
October 23rd, 1993
~Astrology Sign: Scorpio: Scorpio's are proud, loyal, dynamic, observant. But also unyielding, jealous, and can be manipulative.
Home Town:
LA
Sexuality:
Bisexual [Very much out of the closet]

School:
Noctrem

Why Noctrem? Everything was so much more alluring. I loved the feeling of invincibility the powers brought me. I craved the attention, the power, I wanted people to see me as mystical, yet devious. I wantedā€¦ noā€¦ needed to prove to people that Iā€™m not just some pretty face.

Power:

Shape-Shifting: The ability to change form into that of a variety of animals. My most common form is a fox, this is how I used to scare the shit out of my Nanny's. Or a snake, what I would do is run downstairs with an open cage and scream that my snake had gone missing, go into the yard, shift and come back inside, scaring the Nanny.

Shifting isn't easy though, it takes a lot of energy out of me, and it is quite painful. Yet the more I practice, the less painful it becomes. It's almost as if the animal[s] are INSIDE me, just scratching to come out. Sometimes I feel Iā€™m more animal than human.



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Personality:

I guess growing up with high end parents, Iā€™m pretty high fashion. I wear a lot of skinny jeans, loose fitted tops, short skirts/shorts, and tank tops. I got my belly button pierced when I was 15, and I have my cartilage, and regular ears. I stand about 5ā€™6ā€ and I have a slender figure with seemingly perfect curves. I wear a necklace with a golden ring on the end of it. It was my fatherā€™s wedding ring, which he had left on my motherā€™s pillow when he walked out. Mom considered pawning it, but I grabbed it from her jewelry box and kept it on a chain, and I wear it every day.

I love to be doing things outside. I grew up with my mother, a Celebrity stylist, in the heart of LA, and I did a lot of modeling. Eventually, I picked up guitar when I was nine, and started voice lessons around the same time, mostly focusing on jazz vocal. I also love to explore, and travel, and not to brag, but I have already been to London, Spain, the Bahamas and many other places. Some would call me a spoiled brat, but why the hell do I care what they think?

I am extremely smart, top in my class, and I know how to play my cards, and I have been told Iā€™m extremely flirtatious, even if itā€™s with teachers. My teachers at my old school called me a rule breaker, I call it being an individual. Yet they couldn't say anything because I always show up to class, work done, even if I do show up half an hour late. Some psychologist once told me that I am extremely flirty and a rule breaker because I have abandonment issuesā€¦ Crazy shitā€¦. Rightā€¦?

I love playing guitar by myself and writing songs. I normally hang out with Koa a lot, the only thing that has been truly constant in my life. I guess I find comfort in Koa, and how he doesn't judge, he just loves me for who I am. Not because Iā€™m some model, or I have a lot of money, or that I am connected to so many famous people. I guess you could say Iā€™m more than passive aggressive when I get upset; I normally don't like to, but if I need to I could take someone down. I mean, it's not really a man's world anymore, women are fighting for themselves now. I also find enjoyment in long boarding and long walks.

Likes:
Parties, yet the only way I can get through parties is lots of smoking, drugs and drinking. I also love singing, playing my guitar, my Siberian cat named Koa which means ā€˜little fighterā€™, pushing peopleā€™s buttons. My guitar, which I received for my tenth birthday, a beautiful cherry red fender acoustic with gold strings, which I named Zoi.
Dislikes:
People in my way, those who are rude, the thought of people leaving, being told no, when people question my actions.
Fears:
Being abandoned, falling in love.



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History:


I was born to a beautiful young couple, my mother -- Tracy Lawler -- being 23, my father -- Darren Lawler -- being 25. My father was a big hot shot record producer, taking over the family recording studio after he studied at college, and my mother was a hair stylist at the time, and worked her way up the chain once she married Darren. We lived a happy life together as a family, and I did some traveling as a young child, and got to meet a lot of my parent's clients. I was the golden child, a pageant girl, and a baby model, my parent's pride and joy. On my fifth birthday I had pleaded my Dad for a kitty and I received a little male, grey Siberian cat that I named Koa.

But, behind the curtains is where everything goes wrong. Once both my parent's careers took off, they began becoming too busy to take care of me, and to keep the family connected. When I was six, my dad began having an affair with one of his client's, and I would listen to the midnight fights when he would come home at late hours, Mother screaming at him about how he smelled of another girl's perfume. Two months of fighting, and I was caught dead in the middle. My dad would use me as a pawn to push my mother's buttons. He would try to buy my love with extravagant gifts, which of course, I didn't mind at all. I would just use his money anyway, especially when he started becoming physically abusive towards me and Mom. I watched from my windowsill, my father drive off in the dead of night after a violent fight. I think I even heard a few vases crash onto the floor, but I was too afraid to go downstairs. That morning, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table, a grim look on her face as she gripped the coffee mug with white knuckles, her face tear streaked. It was then I learned that everyone leaves eventually, whether it be physically, or emotionally.

Around this time, my rage and emotions boiled up something very powerful inside of me: My abilities started showing up in small ways. At first, it was an inhumane growl when I became infuriated. Then sometimes my nails would become thick, like that of Koaā€™s. I started to notice my bones feel lighter, more...bendable? And I would sit in my room, and sometimes ears would grow out of my head. or I would grow a tail -- since I was around Koa all the time, that was one of my very first things I had shifted into. One night, I felt a strange tingling sensation throughout my body, and then let out a scream of pain, and blacked out.

Apparently, my mother found me in cat form, lying on the floor, Koa standing protectively over my newly formed body. The next morning, I had returned to normal, yet it came with a side affect of a pounding headache and a terrible aching sensation all over. My mother explained that it was rooted in our ancestors, considering my motherā€™s side of the family was part Cherokee. My mother said it was a gift to be cherished, not abused, but since the gift came so young, I would end up practicing on the Nanny's Mother would hire, scaring them away for good.

When I was supposed to start high school, I got a letter from Noctrem Academy. I finds comfort in my animal forms, and I am learning to control the shifting as time goes on.

So begins...

Addison Lawler's Story

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She'd missed the party. Great. Just fucking great

Throwing down the now near empty bottle that had been in her hand, Jade let it smash against the ground, falling back against the stone walls of the school. Her mind was a blur, thoughts which usually would have been sorted out and held in calm, cool collection were now tangled together with what seemed like no hope of survival. Closing her eyes she tried to gather her head, but inevitably failed to do so. So instead she opted for thinking about all that had led up to that precise moment.

After having gotten high with Addi, Jade had apparently thought that running off campus and heading to the cemetary where her brother was buried was a good idea. Hmph, that should teach her not to make decisions with a smoke filled mind. Not that it would, she'd probably make that mistake many more times in her lifem and they'd all probably end the same, with her leaning against a wall, drunk off her ass. While at the cemetary, she'd sat at her brother's grave, talking to him as easily as if she were making conversation about the weather, as if he was sitting in front of her, not laying in the ground covered in dirt. Every word which had left her mouth had been mostly pointless. It was her usual thing. She often came here, to tell him all that had been happening in her life. It was as if she was holding on to some shred of him, not willing to let go just yet. She always made sure no one knew of course, of what she did when no one could find her. Jade suspected Addi and Cor might know, but knew neither of them would say anything. Her brother wasn't a subject Jade was very fond of talking about.

As night had fallen, she'd somehow managed to make her way back to Arcana, but having found out that Jackson's party had already sizzled down, she just decided not to go. Instead, she walked around, looking for somebody that could interest her. She thought she'd spotted Addi at some point, but it had turned out to be just another stupid Arcana girl. So much for that.

In time, she'd found her way outside, sitting near the back of the school, her mind busy with thoughts, most of which she couldn't make out, but she did know that the majority of them were about her brother, and where she'd be at that moment if he was still alive. She'd probably be right here, at Arcana. She would have never gone to Noctrem, and she'd be living life as a goody-two-shoes, being someone that girls like those she called her friends would probably put through hell on a daily basis. But no....no she was not that girl. She was Jade Locke. A bitch to most, and a friend to few. And that was exactly how she planned to stay.




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Throughout the party, Lora had spoken with numerous people, danced a bit, and had even gotten a bit drunk, given her small drinking contest with one of her fellow students, but as the music died down, she found herself standing off to the side, humming a small tune to herself as she watched the people around her, occasionally taking a sip from the small bottle in her hand. She kept herself sober enough to make mostly rational decisions, thank god, but she was a bit more reckless than usual, and with her, that was saying something.

A quick laugh escaped the girl's lips at some thought that had passed her head. But apparently, that laugh had been just loud enough to draw the attention of a guy who was standing near her. "Sorry." She smiled, her voice still somewhat of a chuckle. She looked away and tried to calm her mind, but apparently that thought had just been too funny, although now she could barely remember it.

Lifting her head to look at the people around her, she decided to head out, looking out for Jackson, who was nowhere to be found. Giving a shrug, she walked from the party, and headed up to her room, falling into bed and turning over to get out her phone, checking for messages. There were a few, but she didn't particularly feel like answering them. Laying there, she thought over all that had happened that day. The only two bits that stood out were her meeting with Henderson, and Jackson's party. In her drunken state, she couldn't much remember anything else, so she settled for thinking over just those two events, Jackson's party more than the "meeting". Max Henderson was going to be the last thing on Loralei's mind that night. Instead she set to mulling over all the people she'd talked to, as well as the ones she hadn't gotten the chance to.




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Emmeline had long since left the party, after having made her attempts to calm Zac down after witnessing all that had gone down between him and Morgan, she'd retreated to her room, changing and settling down with one of her many books. Anyone who saw her part of her dorm would immediately call her a bookworm, and they wouldn't be wrong. All her life, Emmeline had preferred the world of books to reality. With her childhood, every book she read was like an escape. She could seal herself away and travel to some distant land where her mother couldn't harm her, where she didn't have to worry about suspecting whose love was true and whose was a lie. She could just let her mind walk among the pages and it was as if those characters, those worlds, would bring her some sort of comfort.

Curling her legs under the covers and sitting against the headboard, she held a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland in her arms, smiling as she felt the pages beneath her fingers. Before coming to Arcana, Emma's father had offered to buy her a Nook, or some other type of e-reader, but she had immediately turned him down without hesitation. She hated those new forms of reading. It took away from that wonderful feeling you get when you hold a new book for the first time. The smell of the pages, especially in the old books. To be honest, she loved the line of a cracked spine on a book she would read so much the pages would bend, and she it was always one of her pet peeves for someone to disrespect a book, even if that meant turning a corner. She liked to keep her books in good shape, and they all lay stacked around her bed, though she was careful not to let them fall to her roommate's side. Looking up from her book, Emma took a moment to wonder just where Kymber was, before a smile crept to her lips. Closing her eyes, she thought, trying to picture the Mad Hatter's hat. She imagined how tall it would be, how big, what it would look like, even the little 10/6 tag. After a moment, she felt a sort of buzzing feeling and opened her eyes, looking next to her where, sitting on the bed, was the hat. Immediately reaching out to touch it, her smile fell slightly as her hand glided through it, as if it were merely an object of a dream. "Hmph. Well, I guess I'll need to work on that." She spoke out, to no one but herself, her voice breaking the silence that had settled on the room.

Turning back to her book, the hat faded away and the girl read until her eyes fell and she slept, her book still cradled in her hands.

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    ā€œWhen you are as old as we are, you get used to being this way.ā€

    She was tall, much taller than the little girl on the floor with adoration in her eyes and a quiet giggle on her lips. This woman, so tall, so beautiful, so graceful, looked down casually, as if the girl was not her daughter, but a toy. The girl did not notice. She widened her eyes underneath her motherā€™s attention and began to suck her thumb. The womanā€™s features sharpened harshly, so suddenly that the girl nearly burst into tears.

    ā€œLook,ā€ she continued, her voice still as calm as the sea, contradicting the glare in her irises, ā€œyou have to think. You have to predict, the reaction you will get after every word, every move, every raised eyebrow and every hidden smile. People will watch you. People will see. People never go away.ā€ The woman knelt down until she was eye-level with the girl, and smiled. The little girl did not see the pitying gleam in her eyes, nor the subtle, sad, slow swoop of her lips; she only saw her mother, and began to giggle and coo and reach out chubby arms, which her mother grabbed in distaste, flicking it away from her.

    ā€œBabies,ā€ she murmured scornfully. The sadness left her frail features, disgust beginning to flood her senses. After all, the little girl wasnā€™t just your daughter, she was a Craft, and Craft ladies, even infants, were not so bold in their emotions. Emotions, the woman had learned earlier, was dangerous, risky, and ought to be forbidden. This baby just did not understand. ā€œYou canā€™t teach them a thing.ā€

    Little Loren Craft stared at the back of her mother as she left. Smaller and smaller she became, until, at last, the girl burst into tears. The woman did not flinch. She did not look back. The wails escalated in volume. No one noticed.





    Of all memories, she never would have given a second thought to this one. But it had appeared in her dreams, and now Loren was awake, cheeks red and eyes damp. This happened, once every month. It was often the sign of the end of her period, which was the one thing that made the dreams bearable. That, and the fact that these dreams were often memories blown out of proportion. They had a strange shiny quality to them, a quality that assured Loren of their exaggerated, hyperbolized nature. Her childhood could not have been so pathetic, of course. No mother could be so repulsed by her own baby, right? She grabbed fistfuls of blankets and pulled them over her head, grunting as she did so. She did hate waking up in the middle of the night, though. She could never go back to sleep, but at least she tried. She shut her eyes and threw an arm over her lids, blocking out the darkness and what hid in it.


    Twenty minutes later, sleep was continuing to elude her, and Loren reluctantly got out of bed. She was dressed in leggings and a bright neon yellow sports bra, and the sudden breath of cold air sent harsh goosebumps down her body. How she wanted to dive back into the warmth of her bed! But there was no point; she would be tormented by the alertness of her senses, for another few hours until classes begin. As usual, Loren didnā€™t know what to do, now that she was standing, accepting of the fact that she was awake as her roommate slept calmly on, and bored. She tried to do something different each time. One time, she took a walk outside, admiring the silence that fit Arcana Academyā€™s campus so perfectly. It had been a short walk, something that Loren could blame on the weather.

    But she certainly didnā€™t want to take a walk outside tonight, but a chance to really stretch her legs did sound pleasant right now. Maybe she could take a run.. but she had just decided not to go outside! Loren sighed when she realized what she would have to do: power walk through the hallway of the House. At least she would get some exercise. Stretching and yawning, Loren pulled on a white T shirt, pulled on her sneakers, and began pacing down the hallway. She could just imagine how foolish she looked right now, but she told herself she didnā€™t care at all. Nevertheless, she was back in her room before anyone else had woken up, jumping into the shower and getting ready to begin the day.

    It would be a long one, she knew. There had been a party the previous night, of course, who hadnā€™t heard about it? Loren couldnā€™t remember being invited or not, her memory always failed her whenever she spent the night studying. Which really was what she spent the night doing. It had been hard, but she wanted to be close to the top of her class this year, and that meant missing out on a party once in awhile. Besides, in her experience, Loren was usually one of the only sober ones, watching and trying to pretend she belonged. Because as much as she wanted to be a carefree girl who loved to party (Like the girls from Noctrem, Loren thought wistfully), she couldnā€™t escape the wallflower inside of her. One of these days - and the day was coming soon, hopefully - she would let loose. Dance on a table, or something. She didnā€™t know. But the dreaming made her smile.

    She stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her slick body, clad in a purple bra and a red thong. Alright, it was a terrible color combination, and it reminded Loren of a bruise, but no one was going to see, anyway. She glanced at her roommate, realizing it was still relatively early for Addison to be awake. She had a feeling that the girl didnā€™t like her, though Loren felt a neutral sort of affection for the girl; the two were roommates, she had to like the girl anyway, if she wanted to live peacefully. But still. Perhaps it was her gift. Iā€™m not going to read your mind, roomie! Loren admonished Addison mentally. Reading minds took a conscious effort, and it was almost like playing God, deciding to invade someoneā€™s privacy and thoughts.

    But most people didnā€™t understand, which Loren didnā€™t mind. Or at least, she pretended not to. She was used to being viewed as the good girl. Her wild side, however, was beginning to stir more quickly than before, showing itself in small doses at random intervals. She knew some of the teachers had noticed, and perhaps a few of the other students. So what, if Loren was curious about Noctrem Academy and its students? Who cared? She took her time getting dressed; she had enough time to spare, why not dress nicely for once? After twenty minutes, Loren had decided on a light blue dress shirt, tucked into a pair of acid wash gray jeans, a knitted white scarf, and black ankle boots. Hey, it looked pretty nice compared to what she normally wore: a T shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

    Right after Loren had put on daisy stud earrings, Addison began to move in her bed. ā€œMorning!ā€ she said absentmindedly, studying her face in the reflection. She was acceptable. Presentable. Ready for a new day. It would have to do.

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Addison Lawler Character Portrait: Loren Hanna Craft Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Max Henderson
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"Morning!" The chirpy voice belonged to Addison's mind-reading roommate, Loren Craft.... Addison groaned out of frustration.

The glorious "model" was laying across her bed, half naked, covers tangling around her body. The clothes she wore just hours before -- for she had stumbled into the room around four am -- were slung across the back of her desk chair. Her make up from the night before was smeared, hair swirled into a beach wave from her midnight dip. A tragedy of a night well spent. She stirs from her sleep, blue eyes flickering open and Addison sits up, shaking her hair out and fixing her bra a bit, watching the mind reader put herself together.

"Morning, Love," she smiles quietly, her voice was shockingly sweet, low, sly seduction slides between the consonants, she studies Loren for a moment and smiles.

"You...Remind me of a cat I once had," Addison looked at Loren subtly picking out her expressions, and then a smile lit up on Addison's face, "I felt like sje was always there.... Her name was Mouse, she lived till she was about... a decent ten years old."

Addison paused, letting out a sigh, the smile dropping fully, "I hated that cat.. Thing was always sneaking around and lurking around me. That's creepy." She raised an eyebrow, not even expecting a response. She throws down her covers, stands up grabbing two towels and walking towards the bathroom. Addison drops the towels, and pops in the shower.

The events of the night weren't necessarily stunning, but it wasn't the least bit boring either. She was curious, however, what happened between the rest of the crazies at the party... Especially that whole Max, Jay, Cor triangle... It was bound to be insanity. She was surely going to run into Cor... However...The mind reader could be of use to her on this one actually. She smiles quietly and she finishes her shower, turning off the water, Addi begins to wring out her hair, then slip a towel around her. She walks out and back into her room.

She smiles at Loren, slipping a thong on and a bra, "Just give me a minute, I'm coming with you to breakfast...." Addison's eyes veered towards the clock and she grunts, "At...Seven... Ten in the morning..." A disgruntled sound escapes the shape shifter's lips and she runs a hand through her hair. Squeezing into a pair of skinny jeans and throwing a light weight purple sweater over it, Addison places her earrings in and slips her shoes on; fixing the make up from the night before and grabbed her purse, staring up at Loren with a smirk.

~~~~Mickey is coming soon.. [[I also need to make that other male character!!]]~~~~

[[FINALS are over *fuck..i never actually learned {this} shit*]]

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    A beautiful - albeit messily made, at the moment - girl groaning to a cheerful greeting was, in Loren Craft's professional opinion, not what she had been hoping for in a roommate. Being a morning bird herself, she had crossed her fingers when she had heard of the arrangement, praying for someone who didn't mind getting up as early as she did. As naive as it sounded, the girlish fantasy of a roommate and a best friend in one still haunted her at the age of seventeen. Needless to say, Addison Lawler wasn't exactly the girl who would have fit Loren's picture of such a character, but no one could pin down the hopes of a Craft after they set their hearts on something. Ah, perhaps all will go well. Perhaps this Addison would surprise her; and this, of course, required Loren to be at her most likable stage, before she could even hope to venture off into deeper territories, to dive into what lay beyond the surface. So, she laughed quietly. She turned and sat on the edge of her own bed, respectfully turning her gaze towards Addison's feet as the model got up, scantily clad.

    "Must have been some party," Loren lightly joked, as Addison began to chatter about her old cat. She could hardly see what a cat had anything to do with anything at all, but she listened politely, nodding her head and even adding a believable, "Awww," at the mention of its name: Mouse. What an adorable, and a little ironic, name for a cat. Aren't cats supposed to eat mice...? Like Tom and Jerry...?

    "I hated that cat.. Thing was always sneaking around and lurking around me. That's creepy," Addison said, perfectly interrupting her thoughts. Oh, now she understood. Loren successfully kept the astonishment from her face as she nodded and grunted sympathetically, deciding to ignore the implication. She had no plans of invading the girl's mind. Maybe if she got Loren annoyed enough to do it for the sake of bothering Addison... or if there was something Loren was particularly curious about... But for the most part, there seemed to be very little to Addison Lawler. It was a terrible thought, to find someone lacking in anything that made a person interesting and worthy of friendship, but it was true, and Loren did not make it a habit of entertaining falsehoods. If she was going to really think this way of her, with little reason to even ponder such a preposterous idea, then she wasn't sure how things would work out. She hated being accused of being a sneak because of her power, and Loren quickly decided to watch out for Addison. She would have to remain on her toes around the girl. She just couldn't find herself liking her.

    Loren raised her eyebrows a little resentfully at Addison as she left to take a shower. It would be poor form to leave now, but no one would blame her for ditching the girl. Ah, but it was their first day as roommates... It just wouldn't do. She waited patiently, her eyes wandering about the room she now shared with Addison the New Terror. Observing her room, however, became boring fairly quickly. She pulled out her phone and began typing out a text to her beloved friend, Zac Barnes.

      To: Zac Barnes <3
      want a partner in smashing those drums, buddy? my roommate thinks I"m a stalker cat

    When Addison came out, Loren made sure she barely reacted, nodding coolly and once again diverting her gaze from Addison's body. As she did so, she wondered just what had happened at the party last night. Arcana Academy had had its own fair share of parties, but Noctrem was undoubtedly the uncontested victor in the party category. The students were bound to create more drama, throw more temper tantrums... get things going, making things happen. It was a trait Loren couldn't help but envy. Her life was, at the moment, a little bland. Not that she minded... well, she did mind, actually. A lot. But in time, Loren decided, it would spice up a little bit.

    "Are you done already?" Loren remarked, feigning admiration for how quickly Addison had gotten put together. In reality, she hadn't noticed a bit, but in the world she had been brought up in, the key to life was flattery and deference. People liked to be looked up to, after all; blowing up someone's ego could do wonders for your own social life, Loren had learned. She got up and grabbed her own backpack, plain but sufficient, and began to walk towards the door. At the last minute, she opened it for the girl, smiling graciously as she motioned for Addison to walk by first.

    "I don't know about you, but I'm famished," she declared. One last chance for a friendly conversation, and that would be it.

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    There was nothing so pleasant as holding the door open for someone you're beginning to dislike. Already, she was regretting her decision of kindness; this moment would decide everything, Loren knew. If she responded agreeably, then there was hope, and Loren would hold onto this scene as if it was proof of an Addison she could like. And if she didn't... Let's just say it would be a rough arrangement for the both of them. Because as nice as Loren was, she was itching to do some damage, just itching to find a target. After all, she rarely used her powers. It would, admittedly, take control of itself and invade another person's territory without her intending it too, but that was why she was here, after all. Well, she was here because Miss Amy brought her here. And because it was better than gambling and drinking and living shamefully. But mostly, she was here to actually learn, unlike some of the other students. Mostly from Noctrem, Loren suspected.

    She vaguely recalled the scene of what would become her redemption, and began to smile fondly. Miss Amy had saved her life. She was quite indebted to the woman, actually. As she pondered over the journey she'd taken, questioning whether she was ready for fun or not, her phone vibrated in her pocket, coming to life so loudly it emitted an almost tangible awkwardness. Oh, damn her phone. She smiled nervously and apologetically at Addison as she fumbled with her phone, and opened it.

      Come on over, kitty. Meow. =^.^=
      -Zac

    Immediately, Zac's voice played in her head, playfully saying the words he had texted. A smile sprang to her lips and Loren slid it back into her back pocket and glanced behind her, searching for Zac's door. There it was; all she needed to do was figure a way out of here. Maybe, she admitted to herself, I should have thought this through before I sent that text. After all, wasn't it expected, for Zac to respond in such a manner after she asked him if he wanted a partner? Ah, she was so silly. And now she had to get out of this room.

    "I have to run,"
    Loren admitted to Addison, not completely lying, "I'll probably see you at breakast though! Just later. But let's hang out sometime, okay?"
    The last question was rushed through, so eager was Loren to get the sentence off her lips. She didn't want to be around Addison, didn't want to be around someone who would be so rude to someone they barely knew, but... it was worth a try. A stab of guilt causing a sympathetic ringing in her chest made Loren uncomfortable, and she fled without waiting for Addison's response. She ran until she was directly in front of Zac's door, panting and trying to catch her breath before she walked in.

    Once she was calm, she opened the door and walked in as stealthily as she could. As soon as she took a step into the room, she raced forward as quietly as she could and threw her hands over his eyes. "Boo!" she said joyfully.

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Still so confused, the poor headmaster of Arcana carried his girlfriend through the debris that littered the hallways of his school, holding her as close to his body as humanly possible. He barely registered the fact that Chris seemed to appear in front of him out of thin air, and he could only blink in his direction as he was there one minute, and then rushing off in another direction the next. Leo was sure that he mentioned something about a scream, but he was in too much of a daze to really understand what he was on about, let alone realize the fact that someone had been screaming. There was so much noise in that moment in time, noise that didn't seem to be subsiding along with the shuddering of the earth that was finally beginning to cease, that he couldn't pin point any one sound.

Only Amy's voice. Amy's sobs. Her anguish, and sadness. Over what, he was still unsure.

Within another minute, they were outside, standing among the injured students and teachers that were crying, screaming, worrying about their friends and family, on their phones to worried parents. Leo continued to hold Amy to his chest, his arms around her back, resting on her hip, the other holding her up underneath her legs. Somewhere inside, he knew what she was upset over, what had caused her to loose touch with herself so much, but he didn't want to acknowledge it himself. If he did.... Leo wasn't sure what would happen if he did, even thinking about such a horrible thing happening was tearing him up inside. But then, softly, Amy's voice hit his ears, telling him. Her voice stammered over the final word, the word that the male had been dreading to hear.

"G-Gone?" He repeated, his own voice shaking over the very word that was causing his heart to break inside. His head slowly tilted down to look at his girlfriend as she trembled in his arms, his eyes bearing into hers. He shook his head lightly, having only just gotten used to, and happy about, the idea of the two of them having a child, and now that had been taken away from him. This horrific event had taken the most one of the most precious things in the world to him away, and broken the other's heart. Tears welled in his eyes as he placed Amy down on the floor, following her almost instantaneously, sinking to his knees.

"No..." Leo breathed, a single tear slipping from his eye, trickling it's way down his cheek. This couldn't be happening. Not... not now. Not when he was only just growing to be happy with his life. Everything had been going fantastically. His heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces as he gazed down at the small bump that was his girlfriend's stomach, his head still shaking in denial. This wasn't true. It couldn't be true.

Suddenly, a huge cracking from above made Leo whip his head upwards, and he stared in shock and horror as one of the iron poles sticking up from on top of the school fell down, towards his head, spire first....

Then everything went black, death over coming him.





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Erin didn't want to move. She didn't even want to breath, to be fair, her chest was hurting that much. She could barely opened her eyes, and her entire body was aching, blood and dirt covering her clothes. The shaking on the ground was subsiding, the earthquake that she was just realizing had happened was finishing, thank god. From what she could see from her position, the school was a wreck, ninety-nine percent of the student body was injured, and everyone was panicking about everyone else around them. Somehow, the blonde was able to shift herself around, a small whimper escaping her lips as she did so, looking around for someone, anyone that she cared about. Corentine wasn't in sight... neither was Addy, or Drake.. Wait...

As she thought about her friends, two of them came hurdling out of the school. Cor instantly branched off, out of her eye sight, but she watched as Drake collapsed to the floor, holding himself up shakily on his elbows and forearms. It didn't seem like much of a distance for her to get to him, and Erin set her mind to somehow, getting her way over to him. He had saved her... gone to her room and fished her out of whatever situation she had been in to end up like this and unconscious, so it was only right of her to go over and check to see if he was okay.

With a scream of pain that she tried to bite away, by chewing down on her bottom lip, Erin dragged her broken body up onto all fours, having to pause for a moment even then, shocked by the amount of pain that was radiating from her chest area. After a minute of deep breathing, the blonde took another intake before setting off, moving her limbs very slowly, bringing herself to tears almost by the bone shattering pain in her chest. It took her longer than she had thought to get to Drake, and it felt like she had been pulling herself along the grass for hours - her legs and arms were grass stained, adding to the mess that she was.

Once she got to him, Erin collapsed back onto her back, bringing her hand up slowly to wipe away one of the tears that had fallen from her eyes, slowly in-taking another breath, another thing that caused her more pain. She was sure that she had broken something there, most likely a rib or two.

"D-Drake... are you... okay?" She whispered, her voice shaky and completely out of breath, her eyes gazing up to the clouds. She couldn't even shift herself properly to look at him; all of her energy had been spent making her way over. "Your collapsed.... worr--worrying... me."





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It felt like the silence between them had run on for ages, before Jackson heard Lulu mutter about her thinking that he hated her. A small smile pricked at the corner of his lips as he thought about how he could never hate over, as he thought about how happy she made him, and the fact that he always smiled when he was around her. He was about to answer her as well, to tell her that, when they were suddenly interrupted by Mo. He paused for a moment as he saw the non-smile on her face, an uncommon thing to see with Morgan, and he wrapped his only good arm around her when she hugged him. He was rather confused as to what was going on, until her telepathy whispered only one word into his mind. Goodbye... He took the note from her hand and whispered a small goodbye back to her as she walked away. Well, there went his only other female friend.

However, his mind was soon torn from Morgan's departure as Lulu threw her arms around his neck, causing a small gasp to slip from the Irish male's mouth, as his broken wrist was crushed against his chest. Somehow, he maneuvered it into a more comfortable position, if that was even possible, letting it hang from his side. Jack's other arm snaked it's way around her waist, holding her closer to him, listening to every word she was whispering to him. He felt bad for reacting the way he did, by the way that she spoke, and he knew that he just needed to apologize to her. And he also knew that he had to let her go for this, no matter how much it may hurt him to see her with Drake.

"Lu..." He whispered back softly, his head nuzzling into her hair gently, savouring this moment of being close to her, something he didn't expect to be happening again for such a long time, after their argument the night before. "I love you so god-damn much, and I hope you never forget that, okay?" Jackson pulled back, although only just so that he could look into her eyes, showing her the smile that appeared on his handsome, yet dust covered face. "And you know I could never hate you. I never have, and I never will. Even if you do go off and date Drake. I'll.... I'll be here. Always, for you." Moving his head back to it's original place next to her ear, Jack pressed a soft kiss to her temple, before whispering in her ear again,

"Always, and forever."

As he looked down, Jackson noticed a small piece of ripped clothing that had been torn and tied over her arm, blood starting to seep through. Burying his head back into her shoulder once more, the Irish man let his eyes slip closed and he focused on the stinging sensation coming from her arm, taking the pain away from her, and into his own body. What was a little more pain to add to his concoction, anyway? Better Lulu be happier and in less pain than him.






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All Max could focus on was getting Corentine out of that death trap of a school, whilst the earthquake was still going on. He wasn't answering any of her questions, which was probably going to earn him a good shouting at when everything was over, and he didn't even care that all he was wearing was a towel, as he dragged her out of the school. Running through the corridors was painful, glass and shards of concrete and plaster were cutting at his feet with every step, but the pain was nothing compared to the explosion that was going on inside his mind. The horror, pain and panic of everyone in the school was overpowering him, and it almost made him stumble a few times as he tried to get them both out of the school.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of running through the hallways, Corentine having to save them once from a huge piece of ceiling that would have crushed them all to death if it had fallen, the three of them, Max, Corentine and Drake all ended up outside; but that just made his headache even worse. Worse than worse, actually. He was barely able to feel Corentine's hands as they set themselves on his arms, and his vision was blurry as he tried to make out her face. He soon gave up on that however and just nodded at her suggestion to go into the woods.

A bloody mess, covered only in a towel, Max ran towards the blurred forest, making it only a little way in before he collapsed against a tree. He was far enough from any student that they would be able to see him, but he could still feel every little cut on their body, all the pain of the dying students and teachers, and the world was closing in quickly on him. Within seconds, his head lolled to the side as he slipped out of consciousness, the pain in his mind too severe to bear.