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Margery Lovett

I swear to god, it's just beef.

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a character in “The Saint Kleio Academy”, as played by OurStars

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Margery Sarah Lovett || Eighteen || Female




ImageP e r s o n a l i t y :
Following the pattern of a lot of those who were born and raised in this exclusive school, Margery has a somewhat quirky personality. When she was younger, the girl had a bad habit of spacing out all of the time, and would sing under her breath at the most random of times, causing many students to view her as just a little bit creepy. This wasn't a great impression for the people that she would be spending the rest of her adolescence with, but what was worse was the fac that, when she snapped out of her own daydreams enough to hear someone insult her, Margery was not the most pacifistic of people. She has a brutally sarcastic sense of humor, always has, and a tongue so sharp that it could cut through diamonds. Of course, when she couldn't intimidate people into not talking about her, she would resort to violence, and people have yet to forget the time that she threw a kid out of a window (a first story window, to be fair). Needless to say, Margery has never been the most socially adept of people, and therefore her friends are few and distant. It bothers her quite a bit, of course, but she is stubborn and competitive to a fault, something which causes her to refuse to ever let any loneliness show. Instead, she only gets a bit pricklier, and the vicious cycle of unintentional self-isolation repeats itself. Her biting tongue and violent temper aren't exactly making her many friends, and by now many of her peers just automatically avoid her, a prickly young woman to say the least.

Of course, Margery is actually reasonably sensitive, and seems to hear every bad word said about her, only to seal it up until the bottle breaks, in which case she tends to break a few things. Other than those various flaws, though, she is an incredibly loyal person, and those who have earned her trust and loyalty will find it a gift that continues to give. She would do anything for someone she cares about, regardless of whether it puts her in the line of danger. One realizes how precious something is when they lack it, and so she has the tendency to be a bit clingy when it comes to those who are willing to tolerate her. This may translate to jealousy as well, though her jealousy transcends just being jealous over those she cares about. She can be a bitter person, far from an optimist, and often daydreams about the things that others have but she can't. It is certainly greed, except that her pessimism makes her doubt that she can ever achieve her dreams. She doesn't have the highest of self-esteems, after all.

However, there is a reason that those who tolerate her do so, and it isn't pity. Besides her loyalty, Margery can be surprisingly kind, her actions often not quite lining up with her cruel words. She memorizes people's favorite foods and gives it to them when they seem to be blue, and is willing to lend a helping hand to a friend in need. She has a particular fondness for stray animals and broken things, and her room seems a haven for broken toys and stray animals, earning some annoyance from those who enter it. Her sarcastic sense of humor also translates to cleverness, and Margery is quite a foe when it comes to a verbal sparring, something that contrasts to her average grades. She doesn't put too much effort into academics because she doesn't think they matter, but she is actually quite intelligent and resourceful, once one gets to know her.

Sarcastic || Sensitive || Loyal || Clingy || Self-Conscious || Witty || Reasonably Kind || Prickly || Clever || Pessimistic || Slightly Violent



B a c k g r o u n d :
ImageLike all of the other clones, Margery was raised in the institution, from her original 'birth' of sorts to present day. Even before learning of her actual identity, something which she didn't do until Sweeney Todd learned of his, she had admired the young man from afar. Many of the other students have considered her somewhat odd from the beginning, and her habit of singing a bit under her breath has never really helped to get rid of that fear. Still, she is probably the best cook in the school -though, it helps that there aren't really clones of chefs in this school- and people will eat her food, as long as it isn't meat. Margery pretends not to mind the fact that most people, especially children, appear to avoid her, but of course she minds. When she became aware of her identity, she denied that she would ever do such a thing as put human meat into food. Of course, she has wondered now and again if it would make her meat pies taste better.

O r i g i n a l ' s - p a s t :
Until Page 18

W h e n - y o u r - o r i g i n a l - d i e d - a n d - h o w ?
The original Mrs. L0vett died in a cell in the December of 1801, choosing to take her own life via poison. How she acquired the poison is debated, but the point is that she took her own life before she could be used as a solid witness, and before she could be taken by the noose.

D r e a m s - o r - g o a l:
Honestly, Margery hardly dreams of following in her original's footsteps. Well, with the exception of the fact that she wants to own a restaurant someday. Rather than being known as an accomplice in murdering and cannibalism, she wants to be a chef who makes food that everyone will acknowledge as tasting good. Of course, she does dream also of living a life in which she is able to experience finer things, like gourmet foods and exotic trips, but that is a secondary goal. However, she fears that this dream will never be achieved, if she continues to be stuck in this school. The cafeteria ladies don't even trust her to help out in the kitchen, making her envy the fact that Sweeney gets to run his own barber shop.

W h a t - i s - y o u r - o r i g i n a l - f a m o u s - f o r ?
She was an accomplice to Sweeney Todd's murders, and used the human meat as pie filler.




ImageF e a r s :
Being Ostracized -- For a good portion of her life, Margery has been viewed as somewhat strange, even by the standards of other clones who attend this school. This may be due to her habit of singing under her breath when she is alone, or the fact that she spent most of her childhood either by herself cooking or daydreaming. She didn't exactly start off on the best foot with most of her peers, and was the sort who would react to any sort of bullying with a violence that isn't exactly known for turning enemies into friends. Though she may deny it vehemently, hearing people say things about her bothers Margery quite a bit, and she is afraid of being isolated.

Claustrophobic -- Margery's original died in a small cell in Newgate Prison, and she herself has always been afraid of small, confined spaces that resemble such a place. Long story short, she suffers from somewhat severe claustrophobia. Being stuck in such a place for too long will give Margery a panic attack, and she will begin to have terrible nightmares and hallucinations of the walls closing in around her. In general, it inspires great anxiety in the young woman, heightened heart rate and all. She'd rather be hanging from a cliff than locked up in a cell.

L i k e s :
+Cooking
+Singing
+Musicals
+Old Fashioned Clothing
+Day Dreaming
+Heights

D i s l i k e s :
-Small Spaces
-Stereotyping
-Being Alone
-Assumptions
-Bad Cooking
-Silence

O r i e n t a t i o n : Pansexual
C r u s h: Sweeney Todd

So begins...

Margery Lovett's Story

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Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny Character Portrait: Zoe Charbonneau Character Portrait: Abraham Lincoln

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The morning hit the grand windows of the School of Saint Kleios’ academy. Students roll out of their bedrooms in their dorms some more reluctantly than others. To regular outsiders they look like regular high schoolers, to the well informed they know the truth.

They are clones.

Every student roaming these halls are clones of some historical figure, infamous and famous alike, the good and the bad and the in between.

The music halls are filled with songs their originals wrote. Books are being written that people once thought the authors wouldn’t be able to write again. New theories are coming out by scientists. Some clones do not yet know their place. Others know it to well.
The clones are well provided for with exquisite food to suit their taste from vegan, to vegetarian, and everything else. There is even a small salon where they can go to get a shave and a haircut or new hair style.
But there rumors going around about a few non clones, that for the first time since the academy were created, would be allowed in. Fear and excitement mix with the ramble, some happy, some mad, and others unsure.

Though all know one thing.

This year will most certainly be different than the others.

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Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Margery Lovett

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A mess of red hair is all that can be seen of the figure slumbering beneath a pile of patchwork covers in one of the female dorms, though the shape that is most likely the body to go with the hair moves slightly with breathing. Just as it appears to inhale, an alarm clock on the nightstand beside the girl's bed goes off, releasing an excruciatingly loud blaring noise that can probably be heard to rooms down. Of course, this is simply what it takes to wake up Miss Margery Lovett, who seems to be constantly drifting between mentally absent and strikingly alert. A ghostly pale hand shoots out from under the covers like the striking of a snake, hitting the snooze button with the accuracy of habit, before the figure begins to shift. After a few seconds, the covers drop as the young woman sits up, revealing a face with distinct cheek bones and large dark eyes that are partially hidden from sight by eyelids left at half-mast. She yawns monstrously before pushing herself off of the bed, and immediately stepping on the leg of a broken doll. "Shit. Ouch, Ouch," she mutters, hopping on one foot over to her dresser. Her room is, to say the least, an eclectic junkyard. It seems to have become a home for the lost and the broken, as broken toys and items are scattered about, and several different stray or sick animals can be found around the place. A cat slinks by her feet before jumping out of her always-open window into the tree next to it and going off to do whatever it does in the daytime. She takes care to feed a bird with a broken wing before changing into fresh clothing and trying to tame her unruly hair as best that she can. It is, as always, a failing battle.

Within a few minutes, the young woman is dressed in the school's uniform, though there are a few personal adjustments here or there. After a while, the staff seems to have given up on making her keep it in its original state, and thus Margery's uniform is a modified version of most of the other students'. The bow worn by the girls is in her hair, cut into two in order to tie the curls back into pigtails of sorts. Random patches are sown onto the skirt from where she has accidentally ripped it whilst trying to soothe some stray cat or another. She wears fingerless gloves that are tattered and faded with age. The girl does wear black shoes, however, as is typical of the students. Hers are Victorian-style boots with ribbon laces. Margery stares blankly at herself in the mirror for a moment, unhappy, as usual, with what she sees before her. Ending the staring match with herself, the girl exits her dorm, although she first leaves out food for the various animals which will inevitable slink through her opened window in order to grab a bite to eat or take a nap in the warmth of her room. It isn't as though they can possibly make the dorm even more of a mess than it already is, of course.

While she recognizes all of the people that she walks past on her way out of the dorm building, Margery greets none of them and they make no gesture towards her. By now, people have become accustomed to avoiding her, as her spacey ways and biting tongue are well known, as is her violent temper. That is all that is known about her, other than the rumor that she uses people and stray animals in her cooking, the former a replication of her original's recipe for anything with meat in it. Margery ignores their glances, focused on getting out of the dorm and into the outdoors as soon as possible. When she does, the young woman takes a long, deep breath of the fresh air. It tastes delicious, and isn't something that she takes for granted, as no amount of airing out can make her room feel fresh, and the kitchen tends to be rather warm.

Naturally, Margery is heading towards Sweeney's barber shop, certain that he will be there at this time of day. On her way there, however, she notices a male student, Frederic Chopin, tracing his fingers along the bricks as he appears to be moving towards the medical building. She raises an eyebrow at his slugishness, but does not stop, because they are not acquainted. The only people who tend to acquaint themselves with her are those who have somewhat villainous originals themselves, and the composer Chopin can hardly be counted among those.

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Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Margery Lovett

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Frédéric sighed as he looked at the infirmary, he…really did not want to go in there… he looked around as he spotted the girl who hung out with Sweeney, Margery, was her name. He gave her a weak but friendly wave. “Hello Miss Margery. How are you?” He called out with a faint smile as he leaned against the wall a bit. “On your way to see Sweeney?” he asked with a tilt of his head, anything to delay the inevitable of going to the doctors. He hated that it was required of him.

“If you are can you tell him I said hello? I may see him today at lunch, but I do not know…” he muttered, his fingers tapping out his Originals Ballade No. 1 in G Minor, Op. 23. A song he loved almost as much as Raindrops…though to him they had a completely different feel to them. He coughed a bit making sure to cover his mouth as he chuckled, “I do beg your pardon for that Miss Margery,” he said with a slight bow, he always seemed the polite if old fashioned one.

He heard the birds chirping as they flew over the school ground, a look of longing on his face…unlike Miss Amelia he had not ventured out of the school grounds, though he always wished too…to explore the world to go to were Chopin was born…he knew his Original never went back to his homeland after fleeing to France…and he wanted to do that, not for his present self…but for his past self. He also wished to visit where his Originals heart was. He also wished to see the places his Originals went…maybe then he’d feel…well…he did not know…more complete perhaps? An almost sad look crossed his face before he remembered where he was and that Miss Margery was there. “Ah! So sorry I…well daydreamed…” he muttered with an apologetic smile.

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Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Margery Lovett

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Margery hadn't really planned on stopping to chat with Chopin, who seemed a pleasant enough bloke though the two weren't friends, but, regardless of what people may say about her, she isn't going to be rude right off the bat to people, probably, and therefore pauses in order to respond to his courteous greeting. Her words might often be sharp, but she tries to keep sarcasm to a minimum when speaking to those who probably don't deserve it. Tries, of course, is a key word in that statement. She returns his smile with a slight one of her own, noting that he appears to lean against the wall for support. He doesn't appear to be the sort who suffers from sleepiness, but she hasn't exactly been keeping a notebook on the behaviors of her peers. Maybe if she did, she would get along a bit better with them, though even that is doubtful. Either way, whether it be cunning of them or not, she always finds those students who make it their business to know everything about everyone a bit irritating. "Quite well, thanks. And you? Yeah, I'm on my way to see Mr. T right now, actually. I'll give him your greetings," she responds politely enough, though she is somewhat impatient to get going. Margery wants to see Sweeney before class starts, but of course that is mostly because she's had a crush on the oblivious fellow for as long as she can recall. Well, perhaps not quite that far back, but for a good bit of time.

When Chopin coughs, Margery's hand immediately goes into her pocket, and slides back out with a cough drop in her gloved hand. She had a bit of a cough yesterday, in fact, and therefore had carried a few around, this one being what is left of the small stash in her sweater pocket. "Don't sweat it. Need this?" she asks, extending her hand towards Chopin with the cough drop still in it. Prickly though she may appear, she is still relatively decent when not in a bad mood or provoked, and actually has a bit of a soft spot for the sick, broken, and abandoned, as previously mentioned. His bow somewhat amuses her, but many of the people at this school are old-fashioned, often following the social graces of their originals. The young man in front of her is one such person, it should seem. Of course, the young man is soon distracted by birds flying overhead, but Margery can claim no differently. She herself stares up at them, though she thinks less of leaving and more about whether any of the sick birds in her room belonged to the flock soaring overhead. She, in fact, is distracted from her thoughts by Chopin's apology for daydreaming.

"Ah, I can hardly fault you for that, can I?" she responds with returned clarity. "Anyway, I really should be off, y'know? Where're you heading? Doctor's?" She doesn't mean to sound rude, though it may be interpreted that way. Margery isn't always the most patient of women.

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Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Margery Lovett

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Frédéric smiled, “I am doing…all right.” He sadi, it was a lie he did not feel all right, but then again he hardly ever did. He stifled a sigh, again cursing God for his luck…almost as his Original had done. “Maybe he was right…maybe he is Russan.” He whispered, a slight smile at his own private joke. “And thank you Miss Margery.” He stated, “I am sorry, I am probably keeping you up aren’t I?” he apologize to her.

Frédéric smiled at Margerys’ kindess as he took the cough drop and popped it into his mouth, “Thanks, I hate having a cough.” He meekly said. He hated it for many reasons. One because he was always afraid of what it could lead too, or what it will lead too…He shook that thought away, he would not travel down that road of thought today, no today he would try to think of music. “Perhaps I can get Beethoven or Mozart to help me out…though…Mozart can be…prickly to deal with.” he thought to himself, again stifling another sigh.

He nodded at Margery, “Ah yes…checkup and all.” He commented, unsure if she knew of his condition…and if she did not he did not want to divulge it, it made some people pity him. Something he hated more than most things, and one of the few things that if done too often could make the usually calm boy to snap at people, though he’d apologize for it later. “Take care of yourself Miss Margery. I won’t hold you up from seeing Sweeney any longer.” He told her with a lilted chuckle.

He then headed into the infirmary where he spied Florence Nightingale and Louis Pasteur there. “Ah Chopin there you are…” Florence remarked giving him a kind smile. “George was here earlier.” Florence relayed to him. Frédéric frowned, “She was? I thought she graduted…” he muttered, they were of course talking about the Clone of one of Chopin’s’ loves…and the one he stayed with the longest, who many believed he truly loved. She was created a little before Frédéric and they got along all right…but there was some hidden tension and feelings of betrayal…He once had a turn for the worst…and George left him there. Florence nodded, “She was only here briefly before she had to leave…you know that the college clones will be here for the fall festivities right?” Florence told him as she took his pulse, breathing and everything else. “…yes I know.” He muttered. He kept an eye on Louis who looked at the results with a frown.

“What is it?” Frédéric asked, “…just be careful today Frédéric.” Louis muttered, “You seem to have gotten a bit worse, but it could just be a fever, if you have gym today…” he quickly wrote him a note. “Hand Mr. Benedict this.” He remarked as he handed him the note. Frédéric frowned before he nodded, put back on his shirt and started to head to the campus, worry deeply engraved in his heart.

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Character Portrait: Frédéric François Chopin Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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"Somewhat, but don't fret, deary," Margery responds with a strange sort of bluntness, using the term of endearment that she tends to adopt when impatient but trying to be polite. Of course, it hardly balances out the impatience, and has occasionally come across to others as a bit annoying- condescending, if you will. Still, habits die hard, and no one has ever expressed annoyance to the young woman's face. She's no Anne Bonny, but does have something of a reputation when provoked. Add this to her original's claim to infamy, and people tend to stay away from her when Margery is anywhere near a kitchen, or even just a knife. They can think as they wish, though, for as long as they don't say anything behind her back whilst she can hear, Margery refuses to give the satisfaction of reacting. Well, she tries to refuse, anyway. It is often a losing battle of sorts, as fighting one's own nature often is. The young woman with the curly hair nods with some measure of sympathy at Chopin's voiced distaste for coughs, knowing how his original passed.

"Well, a bit of tea or something else warm is usually good for that, right?" she says with a reasonably light demeanor, managing to come off as not malicious as Chopin begins to speak again. "Right, better get going as we-" she is cut off by his mention of Sweeney and, rather amusingly, the comment -or rather the laugh that follows- makes her face turn a scarlet shade. Most people know, or can guess, how she feels for Mr. T -with the exception of the idiot himself- but the young woman does tend to pretend as though she doesn't know this- or try to not know this. "Oi!" she shouts after him, but the musician has already disappeared into the doctor's building, leaving her standing there with a furious type of blush. It soon fades, however, and her skin returns to its ghostly pale hue; the hue that makes her look as though she doesn't go outside. She does, of course, but that only ever results in fairly nasty burns.

Within a few seconds, Margery is back on her way towards Mr. T's barber shop, and notices a couple of people around it as she nears the tidy establishment. I wish they'd let me have a restaurant or canteen or somethin', she thinks wistfully to herself, as is her habit when she visits the barber shop. The group is a fair mix of irritating, tolerable, decent, and unknown. She had heard rumors of new kids, non-clones, and immediately puts two and two together to assume that these two students fit that rather unorthodox bill. Of course, her attention is immediately snagged away from them by Sweeney, who stands before them in his uniform- probably showing them around or something. Margery lifts a hand slightly to get his attention, and then begins to walk over to the motley crew of people. Of course, this school is the very definition of motley. You don't become famous enough to have a clone of yourself made by being exactly like the rest of the world, after all.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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Sweeney Todd heard and Lewis bickering, soon joined by Gaius as he sighed, “Would…everyone please not bicker in front of my shop? It makes me…anxious.” He muttered as he sighed, “And for those of you who are not bickering I thank you kindly.” He commented as he took a small breath. “Now then I believe I was asked some question of why I am called Todd yes? Well the Sweeney Todd comment is clever and I do love the music as you can see…er hear…” he muttered, “My last name is actually Todd…so it is a coincidence my first name is….”

Oh bloody hell should have thought of a fake first name….Wait maybe….” he quickly thought of one. “Benjamin…Benjamin Todd.” He said with a smile. Now then Samuel and Hollis we should go on to the office to get you set up…and calculus is with Einstien I think. No relation to the real Einstien.” He explained quickly as he started to move to lead them when he saw a welcomed face. A smile touched his lips as he walked on over to Margery.

“Marge! There you are, I was going to head on to find you but…” he glanced at the group. “…well they stopped me.” He muttered, “Not that I do not mind the people…but…um I am not used to this many at once…” he explained as he rubbed the back of his head. “How have you been? Cooked up anything new?” he asked with a tilt of his head. He had a surprise for her…but that could wait. “Ah…um do you want to accompany me on…taking the two new people to the Headmaster? And hope we don’t run into Richard?” he asked her nodding at the non-clones.

Ah yes Richard…Richard Blunt to be exact, the clone of one of the men that helped capture his and Marges’ Orginal, it was a well-known fact that Blunt did not like the two…or Anne for that matter, he was all about upholding school rules, and he thought the more… ‘infamous’ clones were always up to no good, in fact he made it a point to try to catch them doing something wrong or provoking them.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack"

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Hollis turns her attention towards Gaius as he shoots a bit of sarcasm towards the scene of the crash, crying out something about the benefits of hatred or some nonsense like that. Even Hollis, nonconfrontational as she is, has to bite back a response to such a grim proclamation. Tell that to those who have died fighting grudge wars, she thinks briefly, but soon the thought is waved away and a smile lights up her face once more, giving no sign of her thoughts on what the strange boy with the twiggy limbs has said. Over all, he doesn't seem the pleasant sort, but Hollis does like to give people the benefit of the doubt and, as previously mentioned, does have experience with various personalities. If movies were to be believed, his sharpness hides some secret soft spot or cowardice, but even a movie-fanatic such as Hollis isn't going to believe such a thing. She does, however, believe that there are things beyond first impressions. Thus, she continues to smile, likely seeming like an idiot for doing so, but apathetic to that fact.

When the bespectacled boy, Sam, speaks once more, it is to inform Todd of his next class. "Latin? I take that, as well. Too bad we won't have the same class together," she comments amicably. Any other things she might have said are cut short as Gaius turns and responds to her previous question, no longer bothering to hide his sharp, mocking tone. She raises an eyebrow at his japes, and notices that Sam is making a face at Gaius as well. Does he have some sort of complex about it? Hollis wonders, looking at Gaius with a spark of slight curiosity. His next remark is outright ridiculous, and doesn't make him look like the most sensible, nor decent, of people. The way he wiggles his fingers in front of his face reminds Hollis vaguely of a child. She merely grins at him, "Once the impossible has been ruled out, what remains, no matter how improbable, must be true. Did you just hop out of the TARDIS, then?"

Her remark is lost as Gaius turns his attention towards the young man, Jack, whom he had called out earlier. The young man shoots back some remark about insanity and a library. Even an idiot could sense the tension between the two, as well as the fact that the other young man probably tends to be the winner in these exchanges, as Gaius pales and glances nervously towards Hollis and Sam before trying, and ultimately failing, to respond cleverly. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish a few times, before squeaking out about how the other boy knows about the library. Luckily for Gaius, Hollis has never been one for history, and therefore has little knowledge on Caligula. She can vaguely recall learning about him being kind of wacko in Latin, the language she took because she doesn't have to speak it, but otherwise is ignorant. Still, that was enough for her to wonder if everyone here has nicknames related to people oft he past. Do the nicknames correlate to behavior, or are they used as insults for some? Well, she hardly knows, having been here no more than an hour.

Hollis is gratefully distracted by Todd, who asks the people to stop their bickering, gives them his first name, and then tells her the name of her teacher. "He must be rather good, to go by Einstein, eh?" she comments lightly, before Todd makes his way through the crowd to a girl in a strange uniform with wild looking pigtails.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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Sam watched what followed with wonder. These people were so weird. He cocked his head to the side when Jack called Gaius "Caligula." That was weird. Sam knew all about Caligula, because he loved history. And the name seemed to fit. I mean, he had the brown hair, brown bulging eyes, lanky arms and legs, creepy personality, and... weird Roman names. In fact, he had said that Hollis could call him Julius or Gus or Cal. Gaius Julius Augustus Caligula. The only names that were missing were Caesar and Germanicus. Sam started to get a little freaked out by the resemblance. But what was even stranger was the kid's response to Jack. He didn't laugh, as one might at a fun nick-name, but he paled. He stammered, and then asked Jack a question. He kept on looking back at Sam and Hollis. What was going on? Then Sam looked back at Todd. That was weird, too. Who were these people, history nuts? Then Todd seemed to blank on what his first name was. He quickly recovered though and called himself Benjamin. Then he greeted a messy looking girl who had walked up behind them. And her name was... Marge, apparently. Marge? Like Margery? This was getting a little too weird.

He was distracted out of his thoughts by Hollis, who said that she also had Latin. But apparently they weren't in the same class. "Yes." Samuel said. "I suspect that would be because I am in a higher level of Latin than you." Then it occurred to him that Gaius, who's nickname was apparently "Caligula," took that same level of Latin. This is too creepy. Something was telling him that something was very wrong here. Then Benjamin mentioned that the math teacher's name was "Einstein." Samuel blinked. That was the last straw. His breath seemed to run short as he looked at all the faces. Amelia, Caligula, Todd, Margery, Jack, Einstein. And Todd was a barber, no less. And "Jack" was writing books and theses about souls. And "Caligula" was acting like some weirdo. And Margery seemed to have some sort of connection with Todd. And Einstein was the math teacher. Amelia wasn't really creeping him out, but her name was. He took a step back, grabbing Hollis's arm. "Hollis..." said, his voice shaky. "I think your comment about the TARDIS was not misplaced." He swallowed. "Now, I am a little bit crazy, I'll grant you that, but I think this school has... time-travel."

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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Gaius watched as Sam began to look horrified by something. Oh, God, no...

'Hollis...' Sam said, his voice shaky. 'I think your comment about the TARDIS was not misplaced." He swallowed. "Now, I am a little bit crazy, I'll grant you that, but I think this school has... time-travel.'

Gaius burst out laughing, his high-pitched, strident laugh getting on his own nerves. This caused a chill to run down Sam's spine. "Time-travel??" He laughed again, getting more and more nervous. This couldn't be happening. Whose idea was it to bring non-clones to this school?? Whoever it was, Gaius wanted to murder him slowly. "That is so ridiculous!" Gaius tried to calm down, but found himself becoming hysterical quite quickly. His breathing became accelerated. "I mean, I just can't believe you would think that! Claudius wouldn't even think that, and he's an idiot!" He gasped, choking on his own words. Now you've done it!

Sam looked worried. "Claudius?" he asked, "Is an idiot?"

Gaius's eyes widened. Why did this twerp have to know so much about history??? "Well, that's just what we call him, he's not actually..." He looked at Sweeney, the words 'save me!' written all over his face.

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The smile on Todd's face prompts one on Margery's, as it always tends to do without her even realizing it. The young woman is rather hopeless when it comes to the boy with the shock of white hair through his dark locks, and has been from before he learned about his actual original, lending weight to the idea that she didn't fool herself into it for the sake of mimicking her original. Not that Margery has ever held any desires to be like the first Mrs. Lovett, other than the dream of owning her own restaurant -or at least cafe- in the future. She isn't sure why else they would have cloned her, or Mr. Todd for that matter. There doesn't seem much sense in recreating people for the sake of repeating a legacy of murder, does there? When she was younger, Margery feared that they cloned her for the sake of some sort of experimentation, but as of yet, if it is the case, there haven't been any clear inconveniences for her. Well, with the exception of the existence of Richard Blunt, who hates she, Todd, and all of the other clones with negative initials, with some infuriating passion.

When Sweeney expressed happiness at seeing her, Margery's face seemed to melt immediately, losing her typically sharp expression in favor of one far more agreeable. "Who are 'they', anyway? I heard rumors of. . .unusual students. Are they them?" Instinctively, Margery does not address them as non-clones, immediately assuming that it would be unwise to depart any information on them that they may not already know. Though she would never admit it, the concept of people who don't know about her original thrills Margery quite a bit. Even though the school preaches that the clones with less savory originals are not to be treated poorly on account of it, the prejudice is still quite existent, and the oblivious may have a good deal bigger chance of being decent. She may not realize it, but Margery is similar to Gaius in the fact that, despite the hope that they won't learn about her, she would never admit being unhappy or anything of that sort. Not that this is grounds for her getting along with the string bean, considered insufferable by even the most tolerant of people.

His question about cooking is what gets Margery excited, because it is the thing that she is passionate about. She may not pay attention in class and refuse to take many tests because she finds them meaningless, but the young woman excels in Home Ec because she takes pride in her work, and wouldn't cook poorly even for the sake of spiting the institution. "Yes! I'm working on this dessert, it's kind of like a nut pie, I guess, but I'm experimenting with some seasonings that I nicked from the Home Ec kitchen, and-" the words are rather fast, as she tends to speak quickly when excited, but the young woman skids to a halt, realizing that he probably doesn't really care, or rather won't really understand. He hasn't memorized the tastes and scents of various herbs and seasonings, and can't list the recipes of various dishes by heart. Sweeney is a barber, not a chef.

"Is that even a question?" Margery retorts with a playful smile, "Of course I'll go. If we see Blunt, that self-righteous git, I'll tell him that the lunch ladies let me prepare yesterday's meatloaf or something. He'll be straight to the bathroom to puke out his stomach acids." She is distracted, then, by catching the last bit of Sam's dialogue, the piece containing his theory on the school.

"You've figured us out, love. Our principal is actually Doc Brown, see," she responds sarcastically, though it comes off as more amused than mocking, to be fair. What amuses her more, though, is the look of desperation that Gaius, who really stepped right into that one, sends Todd. She glances towards the other new student, the girl with the auburn hair, who is looking on with smile which is half laughing and half bemused.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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Jack hadn't really noticed the boy next to Caligula--too focused on Caligula himself--until the boy spoke up.
Jack stared at him, suddenly feeling his stomach drop away. He didn't recognize this boy. That's impossible! I know pretty much everybody worth knowing in history. There's no way I wouldn't know a clone by their looks or at least from rumors of them going by the library. But I don't know this kid. No. This is not happening. Surely I know him, don't I? I just don't remember his name, that's all. Yeah, that has to be it.

Now, the sad thing about spending most of his time in the library and knowing books better than people meant that Jack hardly ever heard about current events until about six months after the fact, or until they were put into hard backs. Sure, he should have heard the rumor about clones coming to school, but, recently, his thesis had been the only thing he had been able to focus on. He hadn't heard or paid attention to anything else. So the idea of this boy being a non-clone didn't even occur to him. No, he felt more embarrassed--no, humiliated was the right word--about not being able to think of who this boy might be.

It was the boy's last comment though that brought him up short, making Jack momentarily forget that he didn't know who the boy was.
...Now, I am a little bit crazy, I'll grant you that, but I think this school has... time-travel.


Jack laughed at the idea. Time travel? That was absurd. Beside him, Gaius spluttered something about Claudius being crazy and not even considering that idea.

Time Travel?
Jack repeated, shaking his head with a grin.
Didn't they ever tell you that you were cloned?
Then he suddenly remembered that he didn't know who the boy's original was, and added casually, hoping the boy wouldn't be offended by his ignorance.
By the way, who was your original again?

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack"

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Sweeney saw Ami help him in dismissing the fighting as he heard their guess about the school, he was very relieved that they thought it was time travel. “We call Mr. Enistien that…as I said he has no relation to the real one, his real name is professor William.” He explained, “It is a pet name, you could say.” He explained as he walked on over to Marge, “Yes…they are the new students.” He told her with a slight nod.

Sweeney listened to her talk of food, seeing how she seemed to brighten up as she did so, when she stopped. “what seasoning are you experimenting with?” he asked with a tilt of his head, he may not understand cooking…but he loved how Marge talked about it. “And I am sure it will be great Marge.” He told her warmly. He laughed at her comment, “And I will invite him to my chair at the salon.” He teased.

He could not help but let out a crooked grin at her Doc Brown comment, “Indeed time travelers we are…from the infamous to the famous and everything in between!” he commented, “But in all seriousness…we are just regular school kids…who just happen to go here.” He explained, hoping to dispel the situation. “Now then if you two will please follow us.” He said with a slight bow almost walking away as he heard Lewis comment, “Oh no…” he thought as his face paled, well so much for keeping it a secret. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked perplexed. This…would not end well.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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Sam whipped around when he heard Marge's sarcastic comment. 'You've figured us out, love. Our principal is actually Doc Brown, see,' Sam's brows furrowed. This seemed no time for joking. Something seriously wrong was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

'But in all seriousness…we are just regular school kids…who just happen to go here.' Todd explained, 'Now then if you two will please follow us-'

'Time Travel?' Jack repeated, shaking his head with a grin. 'Didn't they ever tell you that you were cloned? By the way, who was your original again?'

Sam's eyes widened. "C-cloned?" he asked, his voice faint. "Original? What?"

Gaius watched as this all transpired, his heart's pace accelerating faster and faster. And then Jack just had to open his big mouth. "JAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!" he screeched. Sam whipped his head around at the screech. The kid who was apparently... the clone of Caligula was very upset. "I mean, um..." Gaius laughed nervously, trying to recover. "Good joke, Jack..." he giggled uncontrollably - it was something he did when he was nervous. "Very funny..."

Sam looked around him at all the faces. Caligula seemed to be going insane on the spot, and Sweeney seemed nervous. Maybe it's true. "No... this has to be a dream." He closed his eyes tight, and then opened them again. But it was all still there. "Stay away!" he hissed. The idea of clones was just revolting for some reason. Dead people brought back to life with science? That was just too creepy. He let go of Hollis's arm, backing up. "Especially you!" He said, pointing to Sweeney, Margery, and Gaius. "You're all insane! Get away from me!"

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny

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'You're all insane! Get away from me!'

Gaius was terrified. So this kid knew. He knew about their originals, and he didn't like it. It was freaking Gaius out. He didn't know if he could take it... He felt a migraine coming on. Pre-ictal migraines, the doctors called them. And he knew from long experience that they came right before a seizure. The light suddenly became too bright for his eyes, and he squinted. The sound of Sam's shouting was pounding in his ears. "Be quiet, please..." He muttered. He covered his ears with both hands. But then, not wanting anyone to see his weakness, he forced himself through strength of will to open his eyes and force his hands down to his sides. The pain was excruciating. "I... have to go..." Gaius mumbled faintly, but to him it sounded louder than a trumpet blare. "I'll be... late to class." It didn't make sense in context, but he was quickly becoming delirious. He felt his legs grow weak, and a jittery feeling crept into his bones. NO! This can't happen, not now! None of his friends knew that he had started having seizures - at least that's what he thought - and he had hidden it successfully from the doctors at school. He just couldn't let this happen to him now. He turned, took a step - and fell. His knees just gave out from under him, and that terrible feeling of losing all control grabbed hold of his brain. His hands curled up uncontrollably, and then his whole body convulsed, shaking and contorting as if some unseen hand was ringing him out like a wet doll. He heard screaming, so much screaming. The thought occurred to him that it was his own screaming. His eyes were wide open, but his sight was gone. He struggled to regain consciousness, but it was like he was underwater, swimming up, up, up... and never reaching the top. He was drowning! He couldn't breathe! Would it never end?

To all the outside observers, it appeared that Gaius was convulsing, sometimes excruciatingly slowly, sometimes disturbingly quickly. Every now and then a cry escaped his lips. He slammed his head into the ground when he fell, and didn't seem to have any control over his movements. There was nothing he could do.

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Darcy's expression of playfulness falters slightly when Sam grabs onto her arm, gripping it just tight enough for her to wince slightly at the squeeze. Her first reaction, when he begins to say that her belief was correct, is happiness that he knows what the TARDIS is- she is nearly about to launch into the fangirling that she is prone to when someone has an apparent mutual liking for something. However, the urgency in the young man's tone makes her stop short of that, and she can only stare at him, bemused, as the young man states his belief that the school is somehow in possession of time travel. Her smile has become smaller at this point, but still remains as a vague, flickering thing. "Erm, are you okay? I think maybe the sun is getting to you? Do you need some water?" Hollis begins to ask, her voice careful as though she is trying to avoid stepping on a landmine.

Of course, the sound of a landmine may as well be replicated when twig-boy releases a sharp burst of laughter, the sound slightly unpleasant to her ears. This, combined with the tight grip on her arm, is beginning to make Hollis just a little bit nervous. Still, she keeps her expression and posture somewhat relaxed, refusing to be taken in by this sudden whirlwind. It's like a weird confrontation scene in some movie that never made it to theaters. All in all, she figures that this seemingly surreal situation is just the product of bad timing and several jumpy people. But Sam doesn't think that this is the case, and latches on to yet another statement from Gaius, something about a person named Claudius. And, once more, Hollis only knows the name because of the occasional culture classes in Latin. Claudius? Like the Emperor? Maybe he and Gaius are related? Too many historical references. This is why maths are better, she thinks watching the chaos unfold before her eyes, still wearing that hesitant smile, as though its presence can keep her from being drawn into the madness. Still, Gaius's nervous reaction to the scenario is making Hollis skeptical as well.

Somehow, the movie reference of a sarcastic girl in the altered uniform does calm her down slightly, giving Hollis some sense of familiarity, at the least. She even grins at the comment, her cautious smile from before widening slightly with amusement at the retort. The sense of normalcy is increased, in fact, as the sane-looking young woman with the bob cut comes over with a smile, offering to go with her to the Calculus class. "Actually, that would be fantas-" her sentence falls short when she hears what Jack has said, and her attention is ripped away from Ami and focused on him. Sweeney's face, she observes in the back of her mind, pales even further at the comment. That hardly helps in making it seem less true. Hollis clears her throat and smiles towards Ami once more.

"Maybe we should get out of here before-" anything she was saying is then drowned out by Gaius's frantic screech before bursting into nervous giggles and calling it all a joke. His reaction hardly makes everything seem like just a joke, though. Hollis feels Sam finally let go of her arm as he backs away and begins to call people insane, not really making himself seem like the most sound-minded of people. The only person who doesn't seem kind of panicked is the girl in the pigtails, who looks one part amused and two parts tired. Hollis isn't sure whether to admire or be confused by this.

There isn't much time to think about it, though, because the next step in this chaotic escalation of this situation is centered around Gaius, who begins to mumble something before suddenly dropping to the ground, the sight of his head crashing against the cement making Hollis flinch. He begins convulsing in what looks like a seizure, crying out and shaking violently. On pure instinct, Hollis jumps forward towards him, her mind going mostly blank as she tries to hold down his limbs to minimize the damage he does to himself by hitting himself against the ground. She pins down his arms with her hands, but then hops off again when she remembers a health class on seizures. Don't pin them down. Putt something soft under their head, she recites, ripping off her jacket and bunching it to make a little padding, which she places under his head at the next opportunity.

"Someone-someone call a doctor!" she shouts out to anyone who will listen, doubting that the ambulance would arrive in time. By this point, her smile has disappeared completely, replaced with a thin line of concentration.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack"

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C-cloned? Original? What?
the boy stammered, eyes widening, horrified. Now that's an odd reaction. Jack had never heard of anyone responding like that when they had discovered they were a clone of someone else--no, most people were usually able to figure out that they were something out of the ordinary, realizing that they weren't normal at some point or another in their life here. Then it struck Jack, that perhaps the reason he didn't know who the boy was, why the boy didn't know anything about clones or what an original was, was because he wasn't a clone at all but a real human. He felt a slight surge of pleasure from the realization that there wasn't a single clone he didn't know. Of course you didn't forget, Jack. How stupid of you to think that you had.

Suddenly, from beside him, Caligula screeched his name, enraged. Jack scowled at him. Why was Caligula mad? What was the big deal? In a school comprised almost completely of clones, there's no way everyone could have kept that a secret. The kid would have figured it out eventaully.

Suddenly the boy seemed to explode, having some sort of panic attack.
Stay away!
he rambled on maddeningly.
Especially you! You're all insane! Get away from me!


Jack frowned at him reproachfully. This kid's a big baby, freaking out like this. It's really not a big deal. Hell, he's not even a clone himself. He has no right to freak out like this, and say harsh things about the rest of us. And insane were they? Hardly.

Someone has obviously never read Orthodoxy.
Jack observed, folding his arms over his chest.

Suddenly, Caligula collapsed on the ground next to him. Jack turned and stared, watching his enemy twitch and convulse on the ground, moaning and crying every now and again. Good lord in heaven, he's having a seizure! Again, he felt a brief splash of irony, recalling how the original Caligula had had something of that nature as well. But then the irony disappeared as a girl he didn't recognize rushed to Caligula's side--perhaps another non-clone? putting her jacket underneath his head.

Someone-someone call a doctor,
she cried to the lot of them.

Doctor? Now, Jack knew perfectly well that a doctor was the last thing Caligula would want to see--if anything the boy had been avoiding them purposefully, trying to keep his state a secret from them. Of course this is what happens when you don't tell anybody, you ass. To get the doctor would be something that would make Caligula want to murder Jack. However, what choice did Caligula have at this point? Now Jack may have not liked Caligula, but that hardly meant that he wanted him to endure this pain. No, the doctor was the best thing for him, whether he liked it or not. It's your own fault for not telling anyone. Oh, you'll just have to suck it up and get over it.

I'll do it!
he said to the girl. Then he turned to Caligula's twitching form and snapped.
You owe me big time! So don't you dare die on us or anything, or else I'll dig up your grave and make you pay me back some other way.


And, with that, he turned on his heels and ran off to fetch the doctor.

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Sam kept backing up, but stopped when Sweeney stepped forward. The kid started berating Sam for insulting Margery. Sam opened his mouth to respond, but the words died on his lips when Caligula started mumbling, started walking away, and then fell to the ground in a violent fit. That caused him to stop and stare. He had heard the emperor Caligula was epileptic, and this looked like a full-out seizure. "Oh, my gosh..." Sam's eyes widened. "Did I cause that?" He watched as everyone leapt to help the kid on the ground, but Sam didn't do anything. What could he do? He didn't know anything substantial about siezures. How could he do anything but hurt? And... he didn't really want to touch any of them.

Gaius twisted around on the ground, praying that someone would think to put something under his head so he didn't get a concussion. Someone tried to pin him to the ground, and he nigh panicked. NO! his instincts screamed. His arms felt like they were going to break with every jolt. His seizure became more violent as she held him down. He felt like his legs were melting. Let me go! But then whoever it was who had pinned him down jumped away and someone put something padded under his head. He heard two high voices shouting and Sweeney barking orders, but they sounded like they were from far, far away. He only made out one word: '... doctor!' "No, stop!" he tried to scream, but no sound came from his mouth. They couldn't call a doctor! Then it would all be over! His dream, destroyed! There was a moment of tense waiting, until he heard Jack's voice going on about dying and graves. Of course the bastard probably thought - hoped, even - that Gaius was dying. And Gaius guessed that Jack just couldn't wait to tell the doctors about Gaius's seizures, which Gaius had tried to hard to keep hidden. He heard hard footsteps, probably Jack's, run past his head and off some direction. He heard someone mumbling, and the sound echoed around in his head, making his headache, which was still present and growing worse, stronger. He felt a hand touch his head and heard Ami say his name. And then he heard that dreaded word again: '...doctor... soon.' Gaius resigned himself to ruin. This couldn't be happening, but it was. He still couldn't breathe, and his face was slowly turning a dark shade of red. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his face twitched over and over in twisted mockeries of a smile. His back arched and he stayed like that for maybe seven, long, terrifying seconds, and then he collapsed, the seizure over. He lay deathly still, not breathing, not moving, his unseeing eyes staring up at Ami. Then he gasped, gulping in air, finally able to breathe. He looked around frantically, but still could not see. He couldn't tell who was around him, only that Ami's hand was probably the one on his forehead, and Jack had probably run off to fetch the doctors. He pushed her hand away, breathing heavily and sitting up. So he could move, that was good. His legs felt like jelly, and he wasn't sure he could stand. At least his headache was gone. Why can't I see? he thought worriedly. He had never lost his sight before. But he didn't want his friends to know - though it was inevitable that they would figure it out eventually. But maybe he could keep it a secret until his sight came back. So he closed his eyes and hung his head. He was tired anyway. "Tell me -" he panted, stopping mid-sentence in pain. He grimaced, tasting blood. He must have bitten his tongue pretty hard, because it was very difficult to talk without stinging pain. "Tell me... you didn't call the doctor..."

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"A mix of various things, actually. I'm still adding to it," Marge responds, her face lit up with the talk of cooking. She chuckles at Sweeney's jest, and then nods with a feigned contemplative expression, holding her chin lightly between her thumb and the curve of her index finger. "Sounds like a plan, Mr. T," she agrees with a wicked smile. She turns her attention back to the new kids as Sweeney responds to her sarcastic comment about Doc Brown, before trying to dispel the situation and get the new kids out before too much damage is caused. Unfortunately, this is an effort in vain.

Margery watches the scene incredulously, partially surprised by the fact that no one deemed fit to tell the two new kids about what makes this school's student body so distinct, and partially just taken aback by the situation unfolding before her. The kid with the glasses begins to panic a bit, but all would be easily resolved if it wasn't for the fact that Jack, normally known for having just a bit more tact than he displays here, makes an oblivious slip about the fact that everyone here is a clone. She shoots him a sharp look, but obviously she can't pin the words back into his mouth with that expression, and thus all hell breaks loose as the bespectacled boy proceeds to absolutely lose it. It doesn't help that Gaius reacts in a similarly frustrating matter, shrieking before trying to dismiss it all as some big jest of Jack's. Bit too late for that, love, Margery thinks, sighing slightly because things can only deteriorate from here. True to her prediction, Sam begins to shout at people, even jumping away from the other non-clone, who seems to be reacting with more of a puzzled expression than a frightened one. He hisses at them to stay away, Margery begins to respond bitterly, accustomed -to an extent- to being treated rather poorly.

"I shall try to resist the temptation to jump you, love. Wouldn't want to give you my Clone-Disease, eh? I hear its contagious," she says to him sharply, becoming more and more sarcastic as her temper runs thin. Still, even Margery cannot help but flinch when he calls them insane. It is the allegation towards Sweeney, though, that makes her blood boil a bit.

"Now listen here, boy, don't you dare call Mr. T-" she begins to jump to the black-haired boy's defense, but the boy himself beats her to the punch, scolding Sam for berating her and making Margery, much to her embarrassment, blush a little bit. No time for that, now, she chides herself, and is incredibly right in that sentiment, as Gaius begins to suddenly convulse and drops to the ground, twitching violently. The first person to react is the female non-clone, Hollis, as she places a jacket, folded, under the young man's head, this coming after she briefly makes the mistake of pinning him down. Thankfully, she had come to her senses. At least she is doing something- Margery simply finds herself frozen in spot, watching everything with her arms crossed and her face even paler than usual. To be honest, she had never really gone to any of the health or CPR classes -the young woman isn't really known for having stellar class attendance- and therefore isn't likely to be of any help.

But even Jack runs off to fetch a doctor, leaving Marge to feel somewhat helpless. She hears Sam's frightened comment and shoots him a glare, "Not without lying, love." Obviously, she isn't really the type who excels at comfort or consolations, instead tending to be a bit more on the harsh side. Know your own weaknesses, I suppose, Margery muses rather bleakly.

She glances over at a comment, identifying Abe by his voice and then confirming it by the sight of his face. "Quite a bit, I'm afraid. And it's hardly 8:30." In the distance, she can hear the warning bell ringing, telling students to start heading to class. Luckily, the young woman has no qualms with being late, especially not to Physics.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Abraham Lincoln

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Jack ran back up to the group, who had been most active in his absence, doctor on his heels. The group was clustered around Caligula, who, to Jack's dim relief, was at least sitting up and moving again. Everyone was watching Caligula worriedly, as if afraid that he might have another seizure again. Ami was obviously the most worried, her eyes rimmed with red and glistening with unshed tears. And then there was Caligula himself, who looked, for all the world, a bit angry and annoyed. However, , despite that anger, something was still off about him, though. His face was still quite red, and his eyes seemed glazed a bit--or maybe I'm just seeing things, Jack thought, noting that he wasn't looking at the other boy head on. It could have been just a trick of the light maybe. Probably not....

I know it's hard for you Gaius but please... just let the doctor look you over,
Ami said, sniffling.

Was Caligula not wanting to see the doctor after a seizure like that? How absurd. You can't tackle a seizure like that on your own, idiot. Caligula didn't look too terribly bad on the outside, but there was no way of knowing how everything was functioning on the inside. No, you need a doctor, you bloody idiot. Then another thought occured to Jack. Did he have an attack because of what I said? The notion unsettled him. His panic and nerves could have triggered it. But, then again, what if they hadn't? What if he had still had had the seizure on his way to class, or alone in his bedroom, where no one could have helped him or called the doctor? Jack almost shuddered at the thought of having to go through that kind of traumatic experience all alone. This was probably the best place for you to have it, Jack reasoned. Or else you probably never would've seen the doctor about it.

As Doctor Pasteur bent down to examine Caligula, Jack noticed Abe standing off to the side, talking to Margery. What...? How'd he get here so fast?

Abe,
Jack gapped at him.
Shouldn't you still be in the hospital? Ah...no matter. Now that you're here and we have a few minutes to wait for the verdict on Caligula, how did you hurt your arm?

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Anne Bonny Character Portrait: Abraham Lincoln

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'Gaius don't be foolish, you need a doctor.' Ami said beside him. She sounded like she was crying. That's odd. Why is she upset? he wondered. 'Gaius, you can't go on avoiding this any longer. If you just brush this off again you're either gonna end up with some serious damage or... worse.' Gaius, amazed at the concern she was showing for him, opened his eyes and looked in her general direction. "Why are you crying?" he asked, laughing breathlessly and staring blankly over Ami's left shoulder, "I'm the one who'th jutht had an epileptic fit!" He stopped talking from pain, and spat out some blood. Then he turned to everyone else - or, hopefully at everyone else. "Guyth, you've got to get me out of here before the doctor arrivth." He tried frantically to stand up, but ended up scrabbling around on the ground uselessly. He huffed in frustration. "Guyth!" he yelled. "You have to help me!!" But then he heard some people walk up next to him, and he stopped struggling.

'What have I missed?' He heard Abe's voice.

Great. More people. Gaius thought. He liked attention, but not this kind of attention. The kind where people were taking care of him. "'What have I mithed!'" Gaius muttered. "What a ridiculouth quethtion." He heard someone kneel down in front of him. It was probably the doctor. Gaius panicked. He was about to tell the doctor it had all been a joke, or some pathetic lie like that, when Jack spoke up. 'Abe, shouldn't you still be in the hospital? Ah...no matter. Now that you're here and we have a few minutes to wait for the verdict on Caligula, how did you hurt your arm?'

"Jack..." Gaius said warningly. It was like he was trying to annoy Gaius.

The doctor spoke up, and Gaius recognized him by his voice as Dr. Pasteur. "Caligula, you need to lie down."

Gaius clenched his fists. "Thtop calling me that! How would you feel if everyone called you 'footie-pajamath,' and then hithtory only remembered you by that name?" he huffed at the doctor. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder, gently forcing him to lie down. At first he resisted, but then he just gave up. He was so exhausted.

Dr. Pasteur stopped, though. 'Gaius?' he said, 'Can you see me?'

"Yeth." Gaius lied.

There was a moment of silence from the doctor, then he said, 'Okay, touch my finger and then touch your nose twice.' Damn. But Gaius was not to be defeated. He tried, unsuccessfully, to guess where the doctor's finger was, and poked Dr. Pasteur in the eye. Dr. Pasteur softly yelped in pain, and then began putting Gaius in seizure recovery position: on his side, with his left arm to the side, his right hand on his cheek, His right knee bent, and his head tilted upwards. He felt like an idiot. 'Gaius, you shouldn't lie to me. It only makes things worse.' Gaius stuck his tongue out at the young doctor in a juvenile manner. It hurt to do so, and he grimaced. His tongue was bitten almost half-way through. Gaius heard Pasteur gasp through his teeth. 'That'll need stitches.' Gaius groaned. Then Pasteur stood up. 'Alright, kids, I need you guys to go to class, okay? Gaius will be alright, I promise. If you need a note, go to the office.' Gaius closed his eyes and sighed. This would be a long day.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Abraham Lincoln

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Jack laughed.
Well, that should teach him to steal from you! I always admire that about you, Abe, doing what's right, no matter the cost. But still...
Jack frowned.
You probably shouldn't put yourself in harms way if you can avoid it. I mean, I wouldn't consider three dollars worth a couple of months of a broken arm....


He knew Abe's intentions were usually clear and good, but it didn't stop Jack from worrying about him. He turned away from Abe and Margery, looking back at the doctor and Gaius. He felt himself cringe when Caligula stuck out his tongue for the doctor to examine. It was almost completely bitten half-way through and surrounded by a ton of blood. Jack gagged. Now, Caligula, why on earth would you want to blow off the doctor when things like that happened to you? Doctor Pasteur made a comment about how Caligula's tongue would need stitches, and Caligula groaned. What else is he going to do? That thing is nearly cut in half! Another thought occured to Jack. If Caligula didn't get it stitched up, could he bleed out? Was it even possible to bleed out from the tongue? Jack made a mental note to read up on the subject....

Then Doctor Pasteur stood up, turning to the rest of them, and said,
Alright, kids, I need you guys to go to class, okay? Gaius will be alright, I promise. If you need a note, go to the office.


That seemd to jump start Jack. Ah, right, my thesis. Jack turned on his heels and began to head away from the others, back to the sanctuary of his library and to his thesis.

No, thank you, Dr. Pasteur,
he called to the doctor over his shoulder.
You know me. I'll just argue my way out. Thanks again for coming to look at Caligula. I don't know what we would do without you.
he turned back to Abe this time, grinning.
See ya, Abe. Drop by the library some time! But until then, stay away from those baseball bats, hmmm?

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: Abraham Lincoln

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Sweeney watched as the doctors started coming looking at Gaius as he heard him, “Of course we called the doctor you twit…We are worried about you…” he murmured. He looked at Sam and Marge hearing the comments, “now you two…please no bickering…I don’t think that will solve anything.” He commented as he took a step back to allow Louis to get through. He blinked as he saw Abe, “Hello Abe…what happened to your arm?” he asked. He crossed his arms as he heard Gaius, wincing at the sight of blood from the tongue. “Bloody…” he whispered, “Louis take good care of him.” He muttered, Louis only nodded, “Of course I will, who do you think I am? Now as I said, go to class…first Chopin, then Abe, now Gaius…you guys keep me and Florence busy…” he muttered as he put Gaius gently on a rolling bed to take him back to the infirmary. Dr. Pasteur looked at Jack, “You would all be most likely writhing in pain and no one to help.” He commented with a smile before leading Gaius away.

Sweeney looked at everyone, “Well we are going to be late if we do not hurry to class…Hollis and Sam you still need to see the headmaster yes? So I can lead you as I said before? I suppose proper introductions are in order…I am Sweeney Todd, though you probably already guessed that, call me Sweeney or Todd.” He said flashing them a smile, “but a warning…do not insult Marge I am a kind guy, but…I have my limits…” he explained, “…and triggers…” he whispered.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Gaius J.C.A.G. "Caligula" Character Portrait: Ami Hart Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett Character Portrait: C.S. Lewis "Jack" Character Portrait: Abraham Lincoln

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Hollis had appeared grateful when Jack offered to get a doctor and dashed away to follow through with his promise, because she honestly isn't really the best in situations like these. For one thing, she hadn't paid too much attention during health class, just like any other student, and therefore isn't incredibly well versed in whatever she is supposed to do next. Thus, the young woman simply sits by awkwardly, the only useful action of hers having been cushioning Gaius's head, while Ami flies to the volatile young man's side and begins to say something that sounded an awful lot like useless self blaming, before brushing his hair out of the way and cooing something mildly encouraging to the young man. Hollis can't help but be slightly exasperated by the entire situation, though she maintains sincere concern for Gaius's current state. I hope that this isn't normal. Given their reactions, I doubt it. Just unfortunate timing, I suppose, Hollis muses to herself, trying not to become nervous about Gaius's unstable state.

"I don't have any-" Hollis begins to reply to Sweeney, feeling positively useless for her lack of water, but unable to suddenly conjure a bottle out of thin air. Gaius begins to return to a calmer state, it seems, and desperately asks them to confirm that they did not call a doctor, apparently desiring a different response than the one that they are able to truthfully give him. Margery makes a slightly sarcastic remark to something Sam has said that Hollis didn't notice, and everything seems to be a rush around her. It is, at the very least, a rather exciting first day at this school, though of course it has been a week for the rest of the student body.

A tall and thin young man, even more pinched looking than Gaius, appears out of seemingly nowhere, his arm in a cast. Her mind somewhat occupied at the moment, Hollis pays no heed to his injury or the fact that he has a somewhat familiar looking face. Instead, her attention turns to the doctor, whom Jack arrives with, as an expression of relief slides over her face, allowing her to warmly smile once more, though of course her concerns are not entirely erased from her face. Still, the presence of a medical professional is certainly a comfort, despite the fact that Gaius had stopped convulsing already. Gaius hardly reacts positively to the arrival of the doctor, anyway, sticking his tongue out at him and maintaining an altogether unpleasant expression as the physician attempts to aid him.

As the situation appears to calm, and the campus doctor instructs them to go to class, Todd turns towards them and smiles, offering to guide them to the headmaster's office once more. This time, however, he reveals his true name, which happens to be Sweeney Todd. Rather than being afraid of the clone of a killer, Hollis's first thoughts are of the movie, which she had rather liked. He also warns them, or rather Sam, not to insult the girl he calls Marge, no doubt Missus Lovett, citing his tendency to be triggered as the motivation to do so. Funny, that their relationship may be similar to that of the real people. Did that happen because they are them, or because they know that they are them? Probably the latter, Hollis muses, deciding that experiences are what shape a people, not biology. These clones, therefore, are not bound to the same fate as their predecessors.

Before Hollis responds, the pinched looking young man, apparently named Abe, which explains why his face is familiar, offers to go to Calculus with her and Ami. She doesn't know who Claudius is, of course, but assumes that he is the clone of the Roman Emperor, as people here seem to adopt the names of their originals. She glances apologetically towards Todd, as she has decided to call him in her name, and smiles.

"That would be great. Is that okay, Todd? Since they are going to the same class anyway? I'm sure that the headmaster won't mind," she mentions cheerfully.

Hollis looks over and notices that Marge has been trying to hide a somewhat pleased expression, one likely derived from Todd naming insulting her as one of his triggers. Definitely similar relationships, then, she muses, slightly amused by the hints towards her crush that Marge is exhibiting.

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Character Portrait: Sweeney Todd Character Portrait: Darcy Hollis Character Portrait: Samuel K. Ratch Character Portrait: Margery Lovett

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Sweeney smiled at Hollis, “Of course it is perfectly fine.” He remarked, “Just be mindful of Richard Blunt…he has blond hair tallish and you can usually see him with a portly black haired boy…Ottoman.” He explained as he looked at Sam and Marge. “Samuel are you going with them…or are you coming with-“ he didn’t get to finish as he saw a familiar blond haired boy, for once no portly sidekick. He stood by Marges’ side as if to protect her. “Sweeney! You are late for class, you as well Lovett.” The boy scornfully told them. Sweeney frowned, “Blunt…” he muttered, “Gaius had a seizure and I was about to show these two to their classes.” He stated with a smile. “And you need a fair cut…why don’t you come to my salon later.” He said his voice almost having a cold threat to it.