Introduction
Character list (still open):
Lara Jackson, Crimsyn- SmallGeorgia
Ella Stewart, Nayvii- .Aimie03.
Max Domel, Vie-lett- Cheesymonkey
Avery Robinson, Crimsyn- LightningFlash
Carmen Jackson, Crimsyn- .Aimie03.
Oliver Prescott, Nayvii- SmallGeorgia
Becca Anderson, Vie-lett- SHELiiEEE
Classes(done according to age, obviously there are more than this in each class, but these are just our characters, the classes are mixed age):
Year 7/8 class: (class L5)
Oliver
Lara
Becca
Year 9/10/11 class: (class H1)
Ella
Max
Avery
Carmen
When the world wakes up with three differant types burns on their arms, society takes a downwords spiral into the depths of seperation, terrosim and hate. And now segregation and loathing is burning everbody.
October, 2010. every human on the planet woke up with a wide burn on their arm. Stretching from the base of the thumb to the shoulder.This burn scorched every person, with almost no exceptions. These burns, however where nothing like normal. Three types of people, turned into three types of burns. The worldwide panic calmed down soon enough, and, once again, the human race began to notice that other people were differant from them.
Feburary, 2011. Wary of the burns that seperated them, people began to notice differances. And people began to spilt...
August, 2011. Race, religion and colour don't matter to small-minded people any more. The type of burn you had. Thats how you where judged. And soon, society started to from an upside down hiarachy of people. And if you weren't at the top,life became harder and harder...
December, 2012 The schism grows wider and wider as the lower class Nayviis grow poorer under the ruling crimsyns, society becomes neatly, and bitterly spilt. More and more...
April, 2013. The Nayviis fight back. A bomb goes of in a train full of Crimsyns, and then they are pushed back away from society. They are blamed for crime. And they are forced back to the bottem of society.
June, 2013. The old laws of 1950s America come back. Segregtion in all puplic places was re-istated. Schools became seperated. The government became soley Crimsyn. And the rest of the world had to claw their way up if they wanted to survive.
July, 2013. The colour of your burn becomes the only thing that mattered.
October, 2015. Here and now. The Crimsyns are ruling over England, America, and every other contry. The Nayviis are second class citizens in the Crimsyn-ruled world. To the crimsyns, the Nayviis don't matter. And if you're a Vie-lett, then you have to be clever to survive. To the crimsyns, The Vie-letts are nothing more than pests, and slaves...
Crimsyns- The 'ups' in society. They have the government. They have the police force. They have the primeminister. An they are slowly breaking down the rest of society. They beleive that their deep red burns make them kings amoung people. And some of them are even starting to drasticly under pay Vie-letts as servents, slaves.
Colour Of Burn:
Nayviis- After the 'burning' the Nayviis began to sink in socitety, get poorer and poorer, and ever since that bomb went off in April, they have been balmed for every major crime that made the news they really did become the 'working class of society. Although they hav't got the same way of thinking as the Crimsyns, the Nayviis are full of hate for them, and the hate crimes start to happen more an more often.
Colour Of Burn:
Vie-letts- There arn't many Vie-letts, but the ones that are hit rock bottem. They are nothing but Animals to the Crimsyns, and to the Nayviis, they are nothing but society under them in a society full of strife. The Vie-letts have a completly differant way of thinking than the others. They arn't full of them selves, and they arn't full of hate for the others... well most of them anyway... all they want is change. But, at the rock bottem of sociey, it looks like they are never going to get it.
Colour Of Burn:
In a town in the north of England, where the the segregation, and the meaningless seperation is as bad as anywhere, the rare, kind mayor built a school to accomate for Crimsyns, Vie-letts, and Nayviis. But the Crimsyn arn't as accomateing for the poor Nayviis trying to find a better enducation. Or will there be some that accept the others? And will the Vie-letts ever end their suffering, and find a place in society? Or will it all end, once agian, with an explosion? You can deside this.
You are a student, or a teacher in this new school. Anything could happen, from bullying too terroism. Can you cope in this new enviroment?
The school:
The average Crimsyn house:
The average Nayvii house:
The average Vie-lett house:
Chracter Skelly:
Name:
Age:(high school age, 11-17)
Gender:
Burn:
Apperance:(pictures are great, anime is better than real life, but I don't mind)
Personality:
Family:
History:
Anything else we should know:
Lara Jackson, Crimsyn- SmallGeorgia
Ella Stewart, Nayvii- .Aimie03.
Max Domel, Vie-lett- Cheesymonkey
Avery Robinson, Crimsyn- LightningFlash
Carmen Jackson, Crimsyn- .Aimie03.
Oliver Prescott, Nayvii- SmallGeorgia
Becca Anderson, Vie-lett- SHELiiEEE
Classes(done according to age, obviously there are more than this in each class, but these are just our characters, the classes are mixed age):
Year 7/8 class: (class L5)
Oliver
Lara
Becca
Year 9/10/11 class: (class H1)
Ella
Max
Avery
Carmen
When the world wakes up with three differant types burns on their arms, society takes a downwords spiral into the depths of seperation, terrosim and hate. And now segregation and loathing is burning everbody.
October, 2010. every human on the planet woke up with a wide burn on their arm. Stretching from the base of the thumb to the shoulder.This burn scorched every person, with almost no exceptions. These burns, however where nothing like normal. Three types of people, turned into three types of burns. The worldwide panic calmed down soon enough, and, once again, the human race began to notice that other people were differant from them.
Feburary, 2011. Wary of the burns that seperated them, people began to notice differances. And people began to spilt...
August, 2011. Race, religion and colour don't matter to small-minded people any more. The type of burn you had. Thats how you where judged. And soon, society started to from an upside down hiarachy of people. And if you weren't at the top,life became harder and harder...
December, 2012 The schism grows wider and wider as the lower class Nayviis grow poorer under the ruling crimsyns, society becomes neatly, and bitterly spilt. More and more...
April, 2013. The Nayviis fight back. A bomb goes of in a train full of Crimsyns, and then they are pushed back away from society. They are blamed for crime. And they are forced back to the bottem of society.
June, 2013. The old laws of 1950s America come back. Segregtion in all puplic places was re-istated. Schools became seperated. The government became soley Crimsyn. And the rest of the world had to claw their way up if they wanted to survive.
July, 2013. The colour of your burn becomes the only thing that mattered.
October, 2015. Here and now. The Crimsyns are ruling over England, America, and every other contry. The Nayviis are second class citizens in the Crimsyn-ruled world. To the crimsyns, the Nayviis don't matter. And if you're a Vie-lett, then you have to be clever to survive. To the crimsyns, The Vie-letts are nothing more than pests, and slaves...
Crimsyns- The 'ups' in society. They have the government. They have the police force. They have the primeminister. An they are slowly breaking down the rest of society. They beleive that their deep red burns make them kings amoung people. And some of them are even starting to drasticly under pay Vie-letts as servents, slaves.
Colour Of Burn:
Nayviis- After the 'burning' the Nayviis began to sink in socitety, get poorer and poorer, and ever since that bomb went off in April, they have been balmed for every major crime that made the news they really did become the 'working class of society. Although they hav't got the same way of thinking as the Crimsyns, the Nayviis are full of hate for them, and the hate crimes start to happen more an more often.
Colour Of Burn:
Vie-letts- There arn't many Vie-letts, but the ones that are hit rock bottem. They are nothing but Animals to the Crimsyns, and to the Nayviis, they are nothing but society under them in a society full of strife. The Vie-letts have a completly differant way of thinking than the others. They arn't full of them selves, and they arn't full of hate for the others... well most of them anyway... all they want is change. But, at the rock bottem of sociey, it looks like they are never going to get it.
Colour Of Burn:
In a town in the north of England, where the the segregation, and the meaningless seperation is as bad as anywhere, the rare, kind mayor built a school to accomate for Crimsyns, Vie-letts, and Nayviis. But the Crimsyn arn't as accomateing for the poor Nayviis trying to find a better enducation. Or will there be some that accept the others? And will the Vie-letts ever end their suffering, and find a place in society? Or will it all end, once agian, with an explosion? You can deside this.
You are a student, or a teacher in this new school. Anything could happen, from bullying too terroism. Can you cope in this new enviroment?
The school:
The average Crimsyn house:
The average Nayvii house:
The average Vie-lett house:
Chracter Skelly:
Name:
Age:(high school age, 11-17)
Gender:
Burn:
Apperance:(pictures are great, anime is better than real life, but I don't mind)
Personality:
Family:
History:
Anything else we should know:
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Ella took a deep breath, and slung her brand-new, second-hand, school bag over her shoulder. She pulled down the sleeve on the school uniform jumper she was wereing, so it covered the whole of her burn. Not that people wouldn't notice anyway, it seemed like the crimsyns could almost smell a Nayvii walk down the street. And apparantly, they didn't smell good. Ella looked around her tiny little room, the breathed again and walked in to the hall, and walked down to breakfast. She was greeted everywhere with calls of "good luck!" and, "lucky sod!" from others. This wasn't helping Ella's rediness for this new school. When she got downstairshe kissed her brother on the forehead, grabbed a peice of un-buttered toast, and left the home, not wanting to be late for her first day at school.
The quick walk and bus-ride was uneventful. She had to sit at the back of the bus, like normal, and she did get the occaisonal 'death glare' from passing Crimsyns, but apart from that, Ella arrived at school fine.
Then she took yet another deep breath, and walked into the school, past all the Crimsyns, with her head held high.
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Lara giggled, munching on her boiled eggs, at a joke her dad told her. She didn't really get it, but it was always nice to laugh when someone told a joke. Lara thought she would be nervous, but she wasn't, really. She was going to a new school with a couple of her freinds, and this school was a 'revelation' because it let in Nayviis and Vie-letts too. Lara didn't really care though, as long as she was with her friends, it didn't matter. She had to go anyway, her Dad was the prime minister, and she had to set an example, or somthing, by going.
Lara's mum came rushing in then, car keys and brand new designer school bag in hand. "Lara, do you know what time it is?!"
Lara didn't know what time it was, then she looked at the huge clock on the mantle piece. Then she immeidiately jumped up, shouting "Crap!" and ran out of the room with her mother, grabbing the £100 bag, and waving to her dad as she went.
She smiled when the mercadez pulled up outside of the school, looking forward to seeing her old friends again, in a new school.
The quick walk and bus-ride was uneventful. She had to sit at the back of the bus, like normal, and she did get the occaisonal 'death glare' from passing Crimsyns, but apart from that, Ella arrived at school fine.
Then she took yet another deep breath, and walked into the school, past all the Crimsyns, with her head held high.
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Lara giggled, munching on her boiled eggs, at a joke her dad told her. She didn't really get it, but it was always nice to laugh when someone told a joke. Lara thought she would be nervous, but she wasn't, really. She was going to a new school with a couple of her freinds, and this school was a 'revelation' because it let in Nayviis and Vie-letts too. Lara didn't really care though, as long as she was with her friends, it didn't matter. She had to go anyway, her Dad was the prime minister, and she had to set an example, or somthing, by going.
Lara's mum came rushing in then, car keys and brand new designer school bag in hand. "Lara, do you know what time it is?!"
Lara didn't know what time it was, then she looked at the huge clock on the mantle piece. Then she immeidiately jumped up, shouting "Crap!" and ran out of the room with her mother, grabbing the £100 bag, and waving to her dad as she went.
She smiled when the mercadez pulled up outside of the school, looking forward to seeing her old friends again, in a new school.
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He walked down the streets of england. His hood up he saw a mercadez come down the street and growled. He walked to the school and saw the same car. "Oh fun..." he said when he saw the girl get out of the car. He knew her from as the prime minister daughter. He bumped into her and pushed her out of his way. "You crymsins make me sick." He said as he pushed her out of the way. He walked down the hallways of the school. He opened his locker and put the sword he had the whole way in his locker. He really will hate this school. He starts chuckling at all the crymsins he can beat up.
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Avery cowered in front of the looming school building. He had felt much safer at his old private school. While the teenager held no racist ideas about Nayviis or Vie-letts, he was pretty sure most of them hated Crimsyns. He was mostly afraid of what they might do to him. Luckily, the school had a uniform, so all of the students wore the same thing. Just to be safe, Avery was also wearing white gloves to cover the hand portion of the burn. Nevertheless, he still felt unsafe. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped his shoulder.
Avery jumped a little, but as he turned around, he saw that it was ine of his 'friends'. "Oh... hi," he greeted, sighing both in disappointment and relief.
"You excited?" the boy asked, grasping Avery's shoulder even tighter. This particular acquaintance had been one of the star football (soccer for Americans, keeping with the British setting) at their previous school. He was about six foot five, and completely dwarfed Avery. "I can't wait to pound some filthy scum." Oh yeah, and he was violent.
"Really, violence isn't the answer..." Avery said, worried his partner's words might stir up aggression. "Um... I think I'll be going." Before his friend could say another word, Avery bolted. He ran inside the school, and only slowed down when he thought he was far enough away. Panting, he slumped against a locker. Why can't my life be simple? He thought.
Avery jumped a little, but as he turned around, he saw that it was ine of his 'friends'. "Oh... hi," he greeted, sighing both in disappointment and relief.
"You excited?" the boy asked, grasping Avery's shoulder even tighter. This particular acquaintance had been one of the star football (soccer for Americans, keeping with the British setting) at their previous school. He was about six foot five, and completely dwarfed Avery. "I can't wait to pound some filthy scum." Oh yeah, and he was violent.
"Really, violence isn't the answer..." Avery said, worried his partner's words might stir up aggression. "Um... I think I'll be going." Before his friend could say another word, Avery bolted. He ran inside the school, and only slowed down when he thought he was far enough away. Panting, he slumped against a locker. Why can't my life be simple? He thought.
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Ollie walked down the hallway, staring at everyone that passed. Many covered the burns, unless of course they were a Crimsyn, then you could walk aound with your sleeves rolled up for all you cared. It was the Vie-letts Ollie felt sorry for. He stopped at his corner under the stairs, and sat on his bag. It was his brother's old bag, or to the students, the bag he'd had for the past two years. He lost himself deep in thought, and woke up to see the staircase filled with riot. Crimsyns that pushed the Vie-letts and Nayviis, Nayviis that tried to prove they were the same in power and shoved the Vie-letts, and the Violent Vie-letts, who attempted to show the Crimsyns and Nayviis that they could fight back. Ollie stood up, and took the staircase that was pretty much empty. It was just full of his brothers friend, who happened to be the bully of the old school, and the fact that he was a Crimsyn didn't help Ollie at all. He walked past, and to his relief, nothing happend. Once he had reached the corridor, and found no teachers were in the room, he smiled to himself. Time for some investigation of this school, I think.
He creeped quietly, looking in all the classrooms and all the offices. The school desks wern't in an order like they should have been before the burning. They were in three different rows, all spaced out and seprate. On the first row, the desks and chairs were polished, neat and tidy, books already laid out perfectly straight. The next row, all the tables were drawn on, the chairs with gum spat on, and the books looked like they had been thrown on the desk in haste. And the last row, the tables and chairs looked year and years old, all worn out, scratched and some chairs broken. The books weren't even in sight. Ollie knew automatically where he'd be sat. He was a prescott, so he'd be sat at the back. He knew that this teacher was going to treat students according to class, not to their logic.
A bell woke Ollie up from his daydream, but a sudden sound of footsteps could be heard after him. He covered his burn and walked quickly away, but it was too late. "Halt! Who are you and what are you doing here?" The woman glared at him. "My names Oliver Prescott, Miss. And I was looking around for a teacher. I was a bit lost, see, I was onl-" He was stopped by her cruel voice again. "That's no excuse. Let me see your arm a second please, Oliver." She snatched his arm before he could give a reply, she whipped his sleeve up so fast it felt like he had rope-burn. "Nayvii huh? You'd better behave yourself, Oliver. You'd better not let the school have any excuse to exclude you. Because they will." And she turned on her heel and left. He walked to his class, thinking about what she'd said.
He creeped quietly, looking in all the classrooms and all the offices. The school desks wern't in an order like they should have been before the burning. They were in three different rows, all spaced out and seprate. On the first row, the desks and chairs were polished, neat and tidy, books already laid out perfectly straight. The next row, all the tables were drawn on, the chairs with gum spat on, and the books looked like they had been thrown on the desk in haste. And the last row, the tables and chairs looked year and years old, all worn out, scratched and some chairs broken. The books weren't even in sight. Ollie knew automatically where he'd be sat. He was a prescott, so he'd be sat at the back. He knew that this teacher was going to treat students according to class, not to their logic.
A bell woke Ollie up from his daydream, but a sudden sound of footsteps could be heard after him. He covered his burn and walked quickly away, but it was too late. "Halt! Who are you and what are you doing here?" The woman glared at him. "My names Oliver Prescott, Miss. And I was looking around for a teacher. I was a bit lost, see, I was onl-" He was stopped by her cruel voice again. "That's no excuse. Let me see your arm a second please, Oliver." She snatched his arm before he could give a reply, she whipped his sleeve up so fast it felt like he had rope-burn. "Nayvii huh? You'd better behave yourself, Oliver. You'd better not let the school have any excuse to exclude you. Because they will." And she turned on her heel and left. He walked to his class, thinking about what she'd said.
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Ella was walking down the corridoor, trying to avoid the eyes of passing Crimsyns when the loud bell rang in her ears. She scrambled in her pocket to find a few scrumbled peices of paper, and drew out her class list and her map. She was in Higher school 1, or H1, in the other side of the school, on the bottem floor. She turned on the spot, and quickly walked to class, avoiding everybody on the way.
When he got to class, she was seated in the middle, by the back, with a scruffy exercise book hanging of the side of the desk, which, frankly, wasn't in the best state either. In frount of her, the Crimsyns sat , smiling and laughing, with their heads firmly facing forwards, oblivious to everyone behind them. Apart from one boy, it seemed, who had white gloves on, and even seemed a little nervous, which was odd for a Crimsyn. Behind her, the Vie-letts sat, she turned around to look at who was in her class. There were few girls sitting, some nervously, some upset, some just full of hate. There were a couple of boys too, two of them sitting, staring with blank looks on their faces. And one of them was clenching his fists, and so clearly full of hatred that Ella had to turn around again.Ten Ella realised a girl had just been seated next to her, and Ella turned to introduce herself, but when she did, she almost fell of her chair in shock. The girl was a Crimsyn.
Just when Ella thought she might of been sat in the wrong place, the girl held out her hand and smiled,
"I'm Carmen"
Ella had heard about Carmen. She reconised her the second she said her name. Everyone knew who she was. The prime ministers eldest daughter, thrown out at age 14, just for having a Vie-lett boyfriend. And Carmen had refused to go back. Ella liked this girl.
"Hi, I'm Ella"
But then all Ella could hear was shouting, a fight was happening, and she had no idea what was going on.
When he got to class, she was seated in the middle, by the back, with a scruffy exercise book hanging of the side of the desk, which, frankly, wasn't in the best state either. In frount of her, the Crimsyns sat , smiling and laughing, with their heads firmly facing forwards, oblivious to everyone behind them. Apart from one boy, it seemed, who had white gloves on, and even seemed a little nervous, which was odd for a Crimsyn. Behind her, the Vie-letts sat, she turned around to look at who was in her class. There were few girls sitting, some nervously, some upset, some just full of hate. There were a couple of boys too, two of them sitting, staring with blank looks on their faces. And one of them was clenching his fists, and so clearly full of hatred that Ella had to turn around again.Ten Ella realised a girl had just been seated next to her, and Ella turned to introduce herself, but when she did, she almost fell of her chair in shock. The girl was a Crimsyn.
Just when Ella thought she might of been sat in the wrong place, the girl held out her hand and smiled,
"I'm Carmen"
Ella had heard about Carmen. She reconised her the second she said her name. Everyone knew who she was. The prime ministers eldest daughter, thrown out at age 14, just for having a Vie-lett boyfriend. And Carmen had refused to go back. Ella liked this girl.
"Hi, I'm Ella"
But then all Ella could hear was shouting, a fight was happening, and she had no idea what was going on.
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He got thrown in a locker and ducked as the punch came. "You piece of garbage. I'm going to teach you a lesson about manners for who is your highers." The big football player crymsin said. "Eh, I'm just gonna have to beat you up as much as I can." Max said with a chuckle. The enraged football player threw out another punch at him which Max caught easily and left it there. Max was pretty strong even if he was a Vie-lett. Another punch and another block. "I'm strong and agile." He said with a chuckle. In a movement he threw the footbal player in a locker and kicked his stomach with a powerful blow that took the air out of him. Max not done yet after that kicked punched at his chest stopping his heartbeat for a moment. "So liked the blows? Will you mess with me again?" Max asked with another laugh at his opponent. The football player in a blind rage charged at Max. Knowing his next move to be predictable, Max threw an right jab severing the football players nose. Blood going all over his uniform and around the lockers from the intense blow.
Max took his bag and went to his class. He saw Ella and went up to the last chair. He didn't care how much attention he attracted with his bloody fist and uniform he just defended himself and went to take a seat.
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Max took his bag and went to his class. He saw Ella and went up to the last chair. He didn't care how much attention he attracted with his bloody fist and uniform he just defended himself and went to take a seat.
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Avery jumped in his seat when a series of bangs and crashes were unleashed in the hall. A fight, for sure, he thought as he sighed in annoyance. He didn't even need to get up to know who one of the participants was.
"You piece of garbage. I'm going to teach you a lesson about manners for who is your highers."
"Yeah, that's Brett all right," Avery murmured, shaking his head in disappointment. It was only the first day of school and his so called 'friend' was already getting into trouble. Several more shouted statements were heard, which were quickly followed by more crashes. After a few moments, the victor stepped foot inside the room.
"Wha?" Avery cried softly in surprise. The winner was not Brett, he was actually someone Avery didn't know. He was tall and well-toned, and could have easily overpowered anyone in the room. He possessed black hair and eyes, similar to Avery's own. Judging by what Avery could see of the boy's burn, he was a Vie-lett. His skin and uniform were spattered with blood, which added to his dangerous aura. Avery shrank under the teen's hateful gaze as his classmate walked by to his seat. Of course, he thought as he turned back to nervously stare at his pristine desk. Another person who'll beat me up.
((Just thought I'd name the NPC. If there are any objections, I'll compromise.))
"You piece of garbage. I'm going to teach you a lesson about manners for who is your highers."
"Yeah, that's Brett all right," Avery murmured, shaking his head in disappointment. It was only the first day of school and his so called 'friend' was already getting into trouble. Several more shouted statements were heard, which were quickly followed by more crashes. After a few moments, the victor stepped foot inside the room.
"Wha?" Avery cried softly in surprise. The winner was not Brett, he was actually someone Avery didn't know. He was tall and well-toned, and could have easily overpowered anyone in the room. He possessed black hair and eyes, similar to Avery's own. Judging by what Avery could see of the boy's burn, he was a Vie-lett. His skin and uniform were spattered with blood, which added to his dangerous aura. Avery shrank under the teen's hateful gaze as his classmate walked by to his seat. Of course, he thought as he turned back to nervously stare at his pristine desk. Another person who'll beat me up.
((Just thought I'd name the NPC. If there are any objections, I'll compromise.))
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On the P.A. everybody heard: Max Domel please come to the principles office. Max got up and headed out the class but stopped at the door. He turned around and looked at the class. "Listen to me Crymsins! If you start picking on Vie-letts or Nayviis I will pound your face. I have beaten alot of bigger kids then you and I have seen death with my 2 eyes... I am not scared of you!" He yelled at the class then headed out to the principles office where the tradition started.
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Ella sighed and looked out the window. She knew this kind of thing would happen, and, as much as she really hated to admit it, that stupid Crimsyn boy was right. The place in society Vie-letts and Nayviis have was completly stupid, but rebellion was pointless, at least in Ella's head. They had to learn their place, or they really would get hurt. She was suprised though, that the Vie-lett boy, Max, had won, against that brutal Crimsyn. She cheered inwardly. The Crimsyns around he were spilt neatly in two, the ones that were laughing, out of nervousness or the fact that that Max had actually dared to threaten them, Ella wasn't sure. And the other half were just staring out the door, eyes full of hate. Ella noiced next to her that some Crimsyn girls had turned around and started prodding Carmen, calling her names, teasing her. Ella thought she should intervene, but she didn't. She didn't want to risk anything to get her chucked out of the school, so she just turned away.
"Your just a slut. What kind of self-respecting Crimsyn would even touch a Vie-lett?!" Said the blonde, her unnatural bleach-blonde hair tucked behind one ear, making her look, Carmen thought, like a deformed elephant. The second girl, blonde number two, learned forward, putting her head to the side like her neck didn't work, and shoved Carmens arm into her body. It hurt.
"You don't evan care about the colour of your burn, do you?! Little bitch." Carmen inturruted before the third stupid Crimsyn with sithetic blonde hair could open her mouth.
"You know what?! I wish, I really actually wish that my burn was blue, or Violet. Better than the stupid red i've got now. And you know what else?! I really hope that boy at the headmaster's office really does punch a few of your faces through. You bloody diserve it!"
Carmen, and blonde number one, were both standing up now, and then the blonde slapped Carmen.
The whole class was looking then.
Ella sighed. Just one morning, and all this.
"Your just a slut. What kind of self-respecting Crimsyn would even touch a Vie-lett?!" Said the blonde, her unnatural bleach-blonde hair tucked behind one ear, making her look, Carmen thought, like a deformed elephant. The second girl, blonde number two, learned forward, putting her head to the side like her neck didn't work, and shoved Carmens arm into her body. It hurt.
"You don't evan care about the colour of your burn, do you?! Little bitch." Carmen inturruted before the third stupid Crimsyn with sithetic blonde hair could open her mouth.
"You know what?! I wish, I really actually wish that my burn was blue, or Violet. Better than the stupid red i've got now. And you know what else?! I really hope that boy at the headmaster's office really does punch a few of your faces through. You bloody diserve it!"
Carmen, and blonde number one, were both standing up now, and then the blonde slapped Carmen.
The whole class was looking then.
Ella sighed. Just one morning, and all this.
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"Listen to me Crymsins! If you start picking on Vie-letts or Nayviis I will pound your face. I have beaten alot of bigger kids then you and I have seen death with my 2 eyes... I am not scared of you!" He yelled at the class then headed out to the principles office where the tradition started.
Avery sank even deeper into his seat as he registered what the Vie-lett boy said. In a futile attempt to clear his mind, he took out a book his parents were forcing him to read, 'The Prince' by Niccolo Machiavelli. He scanned a few paragraphs before setting the political guide down. He was about to pick it up again when another fight broke out. It seemed a Crimsyn girl was getting into a fight with another Crimsyn, who was, strangely, sitting in the Nayvii section.
"You know what?! I wish, I really actually wish that my burn was blue, or Violet. Better than the stupid red i've got now. And you know what else?! I really hope that boy at the headmaster's office really does punch a few of your faces through. You bloody diserve it!"
Carmen, and blonde number one, were both standing up now, and then the blonde slapped Carmen.
Avery stared upon the scene with horror. It brought up the ghost of a long-buried memory.
Avery and his father were walking down one of the busy shopping streets of London. "The secret to politics,son," Mr. Robinson was telling his child, "is ambition. You have to have the drive to achieve anything you want, and the means to get it. If you follow the rules set down by Machiavelli..."
Avery was no longer listening. He found politics to be dreadfully boring; math and science were much more fun. He silently calculated the rough surface area of the average British townhouse as they strolled down the road. As they were passing a dark alleyway, Avery felt a small tugging at his slacks. He quickly stopped and looked down. A small girl, dressed in rags was pulling at his clothes. She was about seven years old and had a long purple burn on her arm. "Money?" she asked, tilting her head pleadingly.
Avery smiled and reached for a five pound note in his pocket, but his father stopped him. "Don't feed the filth, Avery," he said. "They'll only come running back for more." There was an ugly scowl on the man's face as he approached the child. "And you," he growled, anger clear in his voice,"How DARE you touch my son? You piece of filth!" Mr. Robinson clenched his fist and thumped the girl on the side of the head.
"Father!" Avery cried out. "Please stop!" His pleads were to no avail. His father continued to beat the poor child, no matter what Avery said. To make matters worse, all of the police officers seemed not to care. After all, who would help a street rat? That's the way most of the world thought.
"Leave her alone!" Avery shouted out before he knew what he was doing. In the blink of an eye, he was standing on his feet ready to intervene.
Avery sank even deeper into his seat as he registered what the Vie-lett boy said. In a futile attempt to clear his mind, he took out a book his parents were forcing him to read, 'The Prince' by Niccolo Machiavelli. He scanned a few paragraphs before setting the political guide down. He was about to pick it up again when another fight broke out. It seemed a Crimsyn girl was getting into a fight with another Crimsyn, who was, strangely, sitting in the Nayvii section.
"You know what?! I wish, I really actually wish that my burn was blue, or Violet. Better than the stupid red i've got now. And you know what else?! I really hope that boy at the headmaster's office really does punch a few of your faces through. You bloody diserve it!"
Carmen, and blonde number one, were both standing up now, and then the blonde slapped Carmen.
Avery stared upon the scene with horror. It brought up the ghost of a long-buried memory.
Avery and his father were walking down one of the busy shopping streets of London. "The secret to politics,son," Mr. Robinson was telling his child, "is ambition. You have to have the drive to achieve anything you want, and the means to get it. If you follow the rules set down by Machiavelli..."
Avery was no longer listening. He found politics to be dreadfully boring; math and science were much more fun. He silently calculated the rough surface area of the average British townhouse as they strolled down the road. As they were passing a dark alleyway, Avery felt a small tugging at his slacks. He quickly stopped and looked down. A small girl, dressed in rags was pulling at his clothes. She was about seven years old and had a long purple burn on her arm. "Money?" she asked, tilting her head pleadingly.
Avery smiled and reached for a five pound note in his pocket, but his father stopped him. "Don't feed the filth, Avery," he said. "They'll only come running back for more." There was an ugly scowl on the man's face as he approached the child. "And you," he growled, anger clear in his voice,"How DARE you touch my son? You piece of filth!" Mr. Robinson clenched his fist and thumped the girl on the side of the head.
"Father!" Avery cried out. "Please stop!" His pleads were to no avail. His father continued to beat the poor child, no matter what Avery said. To make matters worse, all of the police officers seemed not to care. After all, who would help a street rat? That's the way most of the world thought.
"Leave her alone!" Avery shouted out before he knew what he was doing. In the blink of an eye, he was standing on his feet ready to intervene.
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He walked in the hall with a blacl eye. "I can't believe the principle hit me god!" He went back in the class and saw everybody. He chuckled. "Looks like action is going on without me. Who's the crymsin to beat up?" He said stretching his right arm. He obviously knew it was a Crymsin because of their cockiness. "Well I know I won't be seeing some of you until next month because of the hospital." He said and walked over to the 2 girl fighting. He was surprised that a crymsin was sitting in the Nayvii row. He went up to all three girls. "I can't beat girls but I can end this." he said grabbing both their arms and pushed them at each end of the class. "I am a law breaker and a sheriff. This is my school no matter my rank. And I will not let crymsins beat each other up if I'm not in it." His black eye showing to the rest of the class he went and took a seat.
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Carmen got up and brushed herself down, embarresed, but still holding much mire dignity than the other girl, now sobbing, and runing out of the room to find the headmaster. She didn't feel sorry for herself, she would never waste time feeling sorry for herself, but two people she did feel sorry for. For one, Max. Carmen didn't care what he did, or who he beat up, as long as he left Lara alone, but she knew every other Crimsyn kid in this school would. Carmen wondered how many angry Crimsyns this boy could actually hold off. The other person she felt sorry was Avery, the quiet Crimsyn kid who had stood up for her. He probably didn't realise that he had just stood up for Carmen Jackson, Prime ministers daughter, who was publicy abandoned by her family, and was now a shame to Crimsyn kind. She was lost in thought before she realised that nearly the whole class was waiting for her reaction, since their other meens of entertainment was running out of the room, crying.
She looked at Max, leveling out wherther to say somthing, thank him? shout at him? Carmen didn't know, so she just turned to Avery.
"Thanks, Avery. You helped me out there, and i'm really honestly sorry if anythings happens to you because of it... thanks." She said, before sitting down next to Ella.
Watching everything unfold, Ella thought about the missing details everybody seemed to miss. She turned to Max, lowering her voice.
"You do know who that is, right?" She nodded to Carmen, who was staring out of the window "I wanted to thank you for breaking up that fight, even if you did slam two people into the wall. Carmen could of gotten hurt, and shes my friend, so... yeah, thanks." She held out her left hand, in what she thought would be polite to do on the first day of school, as she was still clueless. "I'm Ella by the way."
She looked at Max, leveling out wherther to say somthing, thank him? shout at him? Carmen didn't know, so she just turned to Avery.
"Thanks, Avery. You helped me out there, and i'm really honestly sorry if anythings happens to you because of it... thanks." She said, before sitting down next to Ella.
Watching everything unfold, Ella thought about the missing details everybody seemed to miss. She turned to Max, lowering her voice.
"You do know who that is, right?" She nodded to Carmen, who was staring out of the window "I wanted to thank you for breaking up that fight, even if you did slam two people into the wall. Carmen could of gotten hurt, and shes my friend, so... yeah, thanks." She held out her left hand, in what she thought would be polite to do on the first day of school, as she was still clueless. "I'm Ella by the way."
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Ollie felt sorry for Carmen. Such a confusing life. He slowly approached her, wanting to say something, but he stayed cautious, She could snap anytime. "Ermm... Hi." He had to look up at her, to see her properly. He may be small, but he wasn't weak. She stayed silent, and Ollie wasn't sure whether she'd heard him. "Hi, I'm Ollie, I just wanted to say, ermm, well, I'm sorry for what happened back there. I quite like your point of view, you know, your perspective." He held out his hand, wanting her to shake it. He felt like a complete idiot, but, it was an introduction he'd never forget at least. He decided he sounded like a posh twat, which didn't help him at all. The girls suddenly grabbed his arm before Carmen had a chance to shake it. "Oooh, now your a paedofile to a Nayvii?! What ARE you doing with your life, Carmen?" They laughed cruelly, and Ollie looked sharply as he snatched his arm back. Carmen and Ollie shared a stare, before Ollie took responcibilty for his mistake.
"It was my fault, I wanted to congratualte her for not being a bitch like you." The blonde spun round on her heel, and Ollie signalled Carmen to leave. "Oh really? Is that what you think? You're a Nayvii andyway, so what'dya know?" She attempted to slap him across the face; he ducked. He grabbed the slingshot from his pocket, and aimed at her arm, and he managaed to hit it. "Oww! You little bastard!" Ollie ran, and the blonde chased after him. To him, this was great fun, but for the girl, it must have been a great embarressment. He smiled, as she cursed with every word he knew, and some he'd not heard.
"It was my fault, I wanted to congratualte her for not being a bitch like you." The blonde spun round on her heel, and Ollie signalled Carmen to leave. "Oh really? Is that what you think? You're a Nayvii andyway, so what'dya know?" She attempted to slap him across the face; he ducked. He grabbed the slingshot from his pocket, and aimed at her arm, and he managaed to hit it. "Oww! You little bastard!" Ollie ran, and the blonde chased after him. To him, this was great fun, but for the girl, it must have been a great embarressment. He smiled, as she cursed with every word he knew, and some he'd not heard.
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"I promise we will finish this discussion later. But no I have a girl to beat up for picking on a 11 year old kid." He said and got up. He went between the kid and the blonde. He tackled her to the floor while he still had his momentum. "Don't make me go get my sword." He said with a chuckle. "I told you crymsins to leave Nayvii and Vie'letts alone." He got up and grabbed her by the collar and hoister her up. "Now say to the kid your sorry and you won't get hurt." He said and a clenched fist came up to his face. Max ducked and saw it was the boyfriend of the blonde. "Oh fun... I get 2 detentions in a day." He threw the girl away not far but only in a desk seat and jumped back going in his ready stance. "You want me to show the whole class how well I can do to fight? Well your such a gentleman." Max said and charged at the crymsin.
"You piece of trash!" The crymsin said and a left hook came Max's way. Max got hit and the crymsin laughed at him. He chuckled and brought a right fist up to the crymsin's nose. He stopped short to let the guy know that he was in a bad situation. If Max would have went a bit farther he would have probably killed the kid with a bone nose to the brain. Max charged and ran over the kid pinning him down. He gave him a punch to the right eye blackening it and knocked him out with a blow to the neck. "Pressure points... I love them." Max said grabbing the crymsin and going to the door and throwing him out into a locker.
He turned around and looked at the crymsin row. "Well I demonstrated you my strength... let this be a warning." He went back to his place. "Well sorry about that." His nose started bleeding from the only punch he got hit with. "I'm Max." He said extending his hand.
"You piece of trash!" The crymsin said and a left hook came Max's way. Max got hit and the crymsin laughed at him. He chuckled and brought a right fist up to the crymsin's nose. He stopped short to let the guy know that he was in a bad situation. If Max would have went a bit farther he would have probably killed the kid with a bone nose to the brain. Max charged and ran over the kid pinning him down. He gave him a punch to the right eye blackening it and knocked him out with a blow to the neck. "Pressure points... I love them." Max said grabbing the crymsin and going to the door and throwing him out into a locker.
He turned around and looked at the crymsin row. "Well I demonstrated you my strength... let this be a warning." He went back to his place. "Well sorry about that." His nose started bleeding from the only punch he got hit with. "I'm Max." He said extending his hand.
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Before Avery could do anything, the violent Vie-lett fixed the problem. Avery sat back down in his chair, embarrassed. The last thing I should have done was bring attention to myself, and now I've done it, he thought. Some of the other Crimsyns taunted him lightly about standing up for a 'blood traitor', but Avery paid them no attention. He barely took notice when yet another fight broke out. Once again, the Vie-lett intervened, beating up the poor girl's boyfriend. "It seems like not only Crimsyns have become self-righteous since the Burning," he murmured, once again opening 'The Prince'.
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"... Nice to meet you, Max. Er, is your nose okay?" Ella said, shaking the boys hand. She flinched when she felt blood in her hand, then pulled away. "And... are you sure you know what your doing? I meen, i'm sure you can win whatever fights people throw at you... but they'll throw you out of this place if you dont keep your head low..." Ella warned.
Carmen knew this was coming. So for the rest of the lesson, where in the Nayviis, Vie-letts, and Carmen were ignored, she just put her head in her arms and thought about jobs until the bell finally rung after what seemed like hours. She was exused with the Nayviis, long after the Crimsyns had left for breaktime. She shook her head. Even in a school that was supposed to be equal... it was hidiously outbalanced. While she was walking down the corridoor, she noticed a boy, sat on his own near the lockers with a book. She looked around, and shrugged. There was no-one around, so she sat next to him. "Hi Avery. I just wanted to say thanks for before, and sorry if any one gave you any trouble because of it. Im Carmen, by the way, nice to meet you."
After the convosation with Max, Ella had left class with Carmen, then left her to fill up her water bottle at fountain. Then, turning around from the fountain, she walked stait into a Crimsyn girl, spilling the water all over her. "Oh... I'm sorry, I..." But the girl had already pushed Ella to the floor, stepped over her, scowling, and was beginning to walk away. Ella did it without thinking. She was always slightly impulsive, though she had nearly always buried it deep inside her. Thats why Ella didn't know why she stuck her leg out, and sent the Crimsyn girl falling on her face. Then both girls got up, and a croud began to form around them both. Ella tried to back out through the croud but a Crimsyn boy roughly pushed her back into the circle, where the girl was alredy rolling up her sleeves. Ella gulped.
Carmen knew this was coming. So for the rest of the lesson, where in the Nayviis, Vie-letts, and Carmen were ignored, she just put her head in her arms and thought about jobs until the bell finally rung after what seemed like hours. She was exused with the Nayviis, long after the Crimsyns had left for breaktime. She shook her head. Even in a school that was supposed to be equal... it was hidiously outbalanced. While she was walking down the corridoor, she noticed a boy, sat on his own near the lockers with a book. She looked around, and shrugged. There was no-one around, so she sat next to him. "Hi Avery. I just wanted to say thanks for before, and sorry if any one gave you any trouble because of it. Im Carmen, by the way, nice to meet you."
After the convosation with Max, Ella had left class with Carmen, then left her to fill up her water bottle at fountain. Then, turning around from the fountain, she walked stait into a Crimsyn girl, spilling the water all over her. "Oh... I'm sorry, I..." But the girl had already pushed Ella to the floor, stepped over her, scowling, and was beginning to walk away. Ella did it without thinking. She was always slightly impulsive, though she had nearly always buried it deep inside her. Thats why Ella didn't know why she stuck her leg out, and sent the Crimsyn girl falling on her face. Then both girls got up, and a croud began to form around them both. Ella tried to back out through the croud but a Crimsyn boy roughly pushed her back into the circle, where the girl was alredy rolling up her sleeves. Ella gulped.
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The rest of the class was uneventful. It went on like Avery had expected; the teacher covered the basic school subjects, like English, math, and science. Avery did notice, however, that the teacher was a bit prejudice. He generally called only on Crimsyns for answers, with the occasional Nayvii being asked his or her opinion every once and a while. The Vie-letts were all but ignored. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the bell rang for break. Avery wasn't at all surprised that the Crimsyns were dismissed well before everyone else. Avery sighed as he sat down by his locker and began to read. My first day and I'm already stressed out, he thought.
About ten minutes later, the bell rang again for the Nayviis to go to break. Avery ignored it and continued to read his book. Before he even knew what it was happening, he heard someone sit down next to him. Aver looked up to see that it was the girl from before.
"Hi Avery. I just wanted to say thanks for before, and sorry if any one gave you any trouble because of it. Im Carmen, by the way, nice to meet you."
"Oh," Avery replied, blushing in embarrassment. "It was nothing, just instinct. Anyway, I've gotten pretty good at ignoring people. I've had a lot of practice." Avery stopped talking, and an awkward silence fell between the two. "So, I guess you're Carmen Jackson, the Prime Minister's daughter. I wish I had the courage to stand up to my parents like you did. Whenever I try, they just punish me. This is the latest," he finished, gesturing to 'The Prince'. He paused again, but this time because of a loud commotion in the hallway. Not another fight, Avery thought as he stood up to get a better look at what was happening.
About ten minutes later, the bell rang again for the Nayviis to go to break. Avery ignored it and continued to read his book. Before he even knew what it was happening, he heard someone sit down next to him. Aver looked up to see that it was the girl from before.
"Hi Avery. I just wanted to say thanks for before, and sorry if any one gave you any trouble because of it. Im Carmen, by the way, nice to meet you."
"Oh," Avery replied, blushing in embarrassment. "It was nothing, just instinct. Anyway, I've gotten pretty good at ignoring people. I've had a lot of practice." Avery stopped talking, and an awkward silence fell between the two. "So, I guess you're Carmen Jackson, the Prime Minister's daughter. I wish I had the courage to stand up to my parents like you did. Whenever I try, they just punish me. This is the latest," he finished, gesturing to 'The Prince'. He paused again, but this time because of a loud commotion in the hallway. Not another fight, Avery thought as he stood up to get a better look at what was happening.
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He finally went to break and saw the commotion. "Oh fun another fight..." He said his sword in his right hand. It was still sheathed though. He walked in the circle and everyone disperesed when they saw the sword. He looked at the sword. "Oh this..." How stupid am I bringing a sword in the middle of a freakin fight!? he thought while looking at the sword. "Ummmm anyways." He looked at the fighters and grabbed Ella and dragged her away from the fighting circle. "God I really hate fighting.... but i do love beating the crap out of crymsins. Anyways, What where you thinking!? Not that I don't think you can't fight but seriously. I have enough of a bloody nose and I don't want to get beaten to death by the principle." He motioned to his left eye that was swollen. "He gave me that." He looked at his hand and to the arm of Ella and put it back to his side in a movement. "Sorry about that.... I gotta go." He said spinning on one foot and leaving quickly.
What are you doing running from a friend? Or can she be called a friend or an aquaintance? Anyways I can't touch her... I'd put filth all over her. He growled and punched a locker at the thought.
What are you doing running from a friend? Or can she be called a friend or an aquaintance? Anyways I can't touch her... I'd put filth all over her. He growled and punched a locker at the thought.
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Ella sighed with relief, and tried to thank Max, who had probably saved her from two black eyes and a broken somthing, but he was already going away. Ella wondered... she'd never really had a Vie-lett freind, the only one in her care home she hated for.... well she didn't even know why. Every one around her, Crimsyn and Nayvii, had always told Ella that Vie-letts were nothing more than urchins. And Ella had beleived them... but, if the Crimsyns are so wrong about us, then maybe, we're wrong about the Vie-letts? Ella thought, I meen, he maybe pretty Violent, and a little scary, but Max just saved me from having the crap beaten out of me.... Ella shook her head, and set of running down the corridoor in the direction Max went. She was out of breath within seconds, but she manage to catch up with Max, who was leaning against a didnted locker. "Wait! Dont just run off on me like that!..." Ella paused to catch her breath "I didn't... get to... thank you... for that... " She said, in between gasps of air. She smiled, hoping she finally had a friend, and thinking that she should seriously go to the gym or something.
"Well that fight cleared up pretty quick... thats good." Carmen said, trying to strike up a convosation. "You know... you remind me of me, before my dad found out about my boyfriend... everything changed, when he did. I just couldn't stand for it any more... its just so stupid, and pointless to seperate people like this, and if you think its wrong, then say so. Always stand up for what you beleive... thats what I live by." She sighed. "Then again, that hasn't really got me anywhere, so there you go. Sorry about my rambleing, pointless advice by the way." Then Carmen saw a load of Crimsyn boys walking down the hallway like they owned it. Carmen rolled her eyes, and got up. "Its been nice to talk to another Crimsyn that isn't a complete idiot, Avery. Nice to meet you." The she left, not wanting Avery to be seen with her, espeically in frount of the idiots who just came down the corridoor.
"Well that fight cleared up pretty quick... thats good." Carmen said, trying to strike up a convosation. "You know... you remind me of me, before my dad found out about my boyfriend... everything changed, when he did. I just couldn't stand for it any more... its just so stupid, and pointless to seperate people like this, and if you think its wrong, then say so. Always stand up for what you beleive... thats what I live by." She sighed. "Then again, that hasn't really got me anywhere, so there you go. Sorry about my rambleing, pointless advice by the way." Then Carmen saw a load of Crimsyn boys walking down the hallway like they owned it. Carmen rolled her eyes, and got up. "Its been nice to talk to another Crimsyn that isn't a complete idiot, Avery. Nice to meet you." The she left, not wanting Avery to be seen with her, espeically in frount of the idiots who just came down the corridoor.
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"You really shouldn't stand with a vie-lett but still no problem." He said as he put down his sword. "Okay hit me with all you got... lets see if you have what it takes to defend yourself." he said motioning to his chest for a hit. He chuckled. "If you don't want to hit me tell me so I won't push it on you." He said with another chuckle.
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(The italics is Ella thinking)
Ella laughed. She was relieved that she seemed to have finally made a friend, even if he was a Vie-lett.
"Are you joking? I got in that fight by accident, and there is no way i'm gonna be in another one anytime soon. And, if I hit you i think I might break my arm. Didn't you see me run just then? If the wind blows to hard, i'll fly away." Ella smiled. "Thanks for the offer though, it was nice of you... in a kind of, weird way... but thanks." she looked at the sword, flinching back a memory. "Would you mind puting the sword in your locker please? It kind of freaks me out, my brother got really hurt with somthing like that once..." Ella stopped, wondering why she was so comfortable in telling Max all this. What the hell is wrong with me? Stop talking. Now. I am serously making a prat out of myself here. Ella blushed, looking down at the floor. "I'm rambleing... sorry. Its just a relief to have finaly made a friend." Why didn't I just stop talking before?! Idiot.
Ella laughed. She was relieved that she seemed to have finally made a friend, even if he was a Vie-lett.
"Are you joking? I got in that fight by accident, and there is no way i'm gonna be in another one anytime soon. And, if I hit you i think I might break my arm. Didn't you see me run just then? If the wind blows to hard, i'll fly away." Ella smiled. "Thanks for the offer though, it was nice of you... in a kind of, weird way... but thanks." she looked at the sword, flinching back a memory. "Would you mind puting the sword in your locker please? It kind of freaks me out, my brother got really hurt with somthing like that once..." Ella stopped, wondering why she was so comfortable in telling Max all this. What the hell is wrong with me? Stop talking. Now. I am serously making a prat out of myself here. Ella blushed, looking down at the floor. "I'm rambleing... sorry. Its just a relief to have finaly made a friend." Why didn't I just stop talking before?! Idiot.
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Avery waved silently as Carmen walked away. He went back to his book as the group of Crimsyns walked by. While most of them moved on down the hallway, a couple hung back, stopping in front of Avery. Looking up, he saw that they were some of his so called 'friends'.
"You weren't just talking to that blood traitor scum, were you?" one jested. "Yeah," the other continued. "First you protect her and now you're conversing? I think you have a crush, Avery!"
Avery dropped his book in surprise, blushing a shade of red that matched his burn. "Wha- but I-" he stuttered, trying to get a complete sentence out of his quivering mouth. Meanwhile, the two boys were laughing at his humiliation, nearly rolling on the ground. Avery stood up and walked briskly down the hall, away from his torturers.
I don't have a crush, he thought forcefully, staring a his feet while he walked. I was just doing what was right back in the classroom... Avery was so deep in thought that he barely noticed as he turned into the Vie-lett section of the school. In those dilapidated hallways, the lockers, or what was left of them, were almost falling off the walls, and the floor tiles were chipped and broken.
Avery continued walking until he ran into someone. He was so distracted, that instead of just stepping back, he actually was knocked down. "Sorry," he said, looking up to see who he had run into. His look of sorrow quickly turned to one of fear as he saw that he had bumped into the Vie-lett from his class, Max Domel. Oh boy... he thought, stepping back as he prepared for a quick getaway, if needed.
"You weren't just talking to that blood traitor scum, were you?" one jested. "Yeah," the other continued. "First you protect her and now you're conversing? I think you have a crush, Avery!"
Avery dropped his book in surprise, blushing a shade of red that matched his burn. "Wha- but I-" he stuttered, trying to get a complete sentence out of his quivering mouth. Meanwhile, the two boys were laughing at his humiliation, nearly rolling on the ground. Avery stood up and walked briskly down the hall, away from his torturers.
I don't have a crush, he thought forcefully, staring a his feet while he walked. I was just doing what was right back in the classroom... Avery was so deep in thought that he barely noticed as he turned into the Vie-lett section of the school. In those dilapidated hallways, the lockers, or what was left of them, were almost falling off the walls, and the floor tiles were chipped and broken.
Avery continued walking until he ran into someone. He was so distracted, that instead of just stepping back, he actually was knocked down. "Sorry," he said, looking up to see who he had run into. His look of sorrow quickly turned to one of fear as he saw that he had bumped into the Vie-lett from his class, Max Domel. Oh boy... he thought, stepping back as he prepared for a quick getaway, if needed.
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He chuckled. "Well I don't really mind putting it away." He said as he opened his locker and put into it. Just when he was done closing it he got bumped into and got slammed in the locker. He shook away the daze and looked at Avery. He chuckled. "Your the dude that protected the prime ministers girl... a crymsin that has a vie-lett boyfriend." He chuckled. "I think your different then the others... whatever your name is." He said while he pulled Avery back up to his feet. "Well Crymsin... what are you doing in the vie-lett hallways? Mocking them or just looking by?" He asked Avery. He chuckled as he saw the fear in Avery's eyes. "Maybe I am a monster to crymsins but I am actually a nice guy." He said with a smile.
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Ollie walked in, about to investigate some more, but noticed he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Again. Max and Avery... Ollie turned around, and just acted like he hadn't seen anything. But as he turned the corner, away from the broken down old lockers, He saw the blonde girl once again, who managed to see him just as well. "Get back here, you little blue brat!" Uh-oh. Ollie was about to run, but he decided not to, just to stand still for a bit. Why should he bother giving her the satisfactory of him running away, making her think he was scared? He smiled at her, watching her face turn red with anger. "What do you think your doing here? Your a pest, a little rat. You don't belong here at all, stupid little boy!" She got so angry, she pulled him by his hair and bashed his head against him lockers. Much as he would have liked to back down, he wouldn't, to show his power. His brother's power, even his father's power. But she was so persistant on making him feel pain. Ollie finally lashed out, and clawed and slapped and kicked his anger out of him, but the girl no longer looked scary. Ollie began to breathe deeply when he suddenly felt a cold tight grip on his shoulder. He looked up, and he saw it was the teacher from earlier. "Come with me boy." He voice was as icy as the bony fingers that gripped his shoulder.
Ollie walked, half limping because of his fight from earlier. Everybody was getting into fights now, even him. Perfect. He followed the teacher into a dingy office, that still smelt of paint, even thought the green paint was peeling of the walls, flaky and dry. "The headmaster will be here in a second, so sit tight. I wouldn't be surprised if he excluded you for what you did." She left the room, and Ollie suddenly thought about what would happen. Infact, he remembered one thing his brother had told him before he'd left; Since the burning, there's no laws that teachers can't hit students. Well, maybe not the Crimsyns, but certainly not the Vieletts or the Nay-viis. They were garbage apparently. Ollie shook his head, and gulped as the headmaster charged in.
Ollie walked, half limping because of his fight from earlier. Everybody was getting into fights now, even him. Perfect. He followed the teacher into a dingy office, that still smelt of paint, even thought the green paint was peeling of the walls, flaky and dry. "The headmaster will be here in a second, so sit tight. I wouldn't be surprised if he excluded you for what you did." She left the room, and Ollie suddenly thought about what would happen. Infact, he remembered one thing his brother had told him before he'd left; Since the burning, there's no laws that teachers can't hit students. Well, maybe not the Crimsyns, but certainly not the Vieletts or the Nay-viis. They were garbage apparently. Ollie shook his head, and gulped as the headmaster charged in.
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Avery shook slightly from fear as he listened to Max talk. "I-I wasn't m-mocking anyone," he managed to stammer out. "I j-just took a wrong turn." He winced as Max began to chuckle.
"Maybe I am a monster to crymsins but I am actually a nice guy." He said with a smile.
"R-really?" Avery asked, straightening up a bit. "You mean you're not going to beat me up?"
((Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy lately.))
"Maybe I am a monster to crymsins but I am actually a nice guy." He said with a smile.
"R-really?" Avery asked, straightening up a bit. "You mean you're not going to beat me up?"
((Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy lately.))
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Re: [OOC] The Burning Seperation
If anyones noticed, the character 'Carmen Jackson' is in this story, but currantly is not being played. I just wanted to ask here if anybody would like to roleplay her, if they feel up to it, as it looks like shes going to be a big character. If no-one wants to i'l do it myself, but I already have two characters, and I dont really want another one right now.
Thank you =)
Thank you =)
Re: [OOC] The Burning Seperation
I feel the same way about British accents, but I'm pretty sure most other Americans like them too.
Re: [OOC] The Burning Seperation
Well, I dont know about the british in general but I like american accents, they're awesome =)
Re: [OOC] The Burning Seperation
That's all right with me, although I have school. Now, if you don't mind, I have a stereotypical American question: Do British people like American accents as much as Americans like British accents? Just wondering... hope I don't sound stupid.
Re: [OOC] The Burning Seperation
I've got a friend who's reserved a character place, so we're just waiting for her, ans i'm hoping there are more people who want to join,
So i'd say we'll start on tuesday??
So i'd say we'll start on tuesday??
[OOC] The Burning Seperation
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