Eiko walked to school silently, a small smile on her face and her pink pigtails swinging behind her. She was to start a new school, and though this was not Japan and did not require uniforms, she still wore her school uniform from her old school, consisting of a white short sleeve shirt with a large red bow, and a purple skirt, along with a pair of brown loafers and knee soaks. And of course, her necklace containing her axe charm hanging from her neck, tucked into her shirt for...security reasons.

She may had just moved here from Tokyo, but her english was pretty good. It was a nice day today, the sun bouncing off her hair and shoulders, her red eyes shimmering dramatically in the light. A cool breeze blew her hair back keeping it out of her petite pale face. Her house wasn't far from school, so she walked.

She walked into the office of her new school, ignoring the stares of people who were curious as to why she chose such a strange outfit, but she didn't care about them. They all just worthless lives to her, capable of being ended at any time.

A short boy with white hair and, just like her, a school uniform walked up beside her, smiling. He looked about her age. The boy introduced himself as 'Leo'. He was cute, Eiko thought, and certainly one of the few (if only) people ever to actually talk to her. And he had an Italian accent, which Eiko couldn't help but blush at.

"Hello, I'm Eiko. Nice to meet you too. Are you new too?" She spoke in her Asian accent.

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Derren's black hair fell into his dark eyes has he walk to school in the shadows the trees gave off. His hands her stuffed in the pockets of his old faded jeans.

People walked passes him, either not noticing of caring of the man walking alone in the shadows. He got a few stares from people, probably thinking he was part of a gang. He was used to it. It happened a lot.

His home was a way back from the school, but he still choose to walk due to the amount of people on the subway. He's severely claustrophobic, and would have a breakdown when in enclosure spaces. He liked walking, so that what he'd do.

The school was big to him, as he'd never actually gone to school. People were everywhere, yet he went unnoticed. He's always been alone in the world. Why stop now?

He sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a pocket watch. It had no clock, though inside held a small moon charm with red blood dripping off the side. The charm was his only company. And that's the way it would always be.

Eiko walked to school silently, a small smile on her face and her pink pigtails swinging behind her. She was to start a new school, and though this was not Japan and did not require uniforms, she still wore her school uniform from her old school, consisting of a white short sleeve shirt with a large red bow, and a purple skirt, along with a pair of brown loafers and knee soaks. And of course, her necklace containing her axe charm hanging from her neck, tucked into her shirt for...security reasons.

She may had just moved here from Tokyo, but her english was pretty good. It was a nice day today, the sun bouncing off her hair and shoulders, her red eyes shimmering dramatically in the light. A cool breeze blew her hair back keeping it out of her petite pale face. Her house wasn't far from school, so she walked.

She walked into the office of her new school, ignoring the stares of people who were curious as to why she chose such a strange outfit, but she didn't care about them. They all just worthless lives to her, capable of being ended at any time.

A short boy with white hair and, just like her, a school uniform walked up beside her, smiling. He looked about her age. The boy introduced himself as 'Leo'. He was cute, Eiko thought, and certainly one of the few (if only) people ever to actually talk to her. And he had an Italian accent, which Eiko couldn't help but blush at.

"Hello, I'm Eiko. Nice to meet you too. Are you new too?" She spoke in her Asian accent.

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Derren's black hair fell into his dark eyes has he walk to school in the shadows the trees gave off. His hands her stuffed in the pockets of his old faded jeans.

People walked passes him, either not noticing of caring of the man walking alone in the shadows. He got a few stares from people, probably thinking he was part of a gang. He was used to it. It happened a lot.

His home was a way back from the school, but he still choose to walk due to the amount of people on the subway. He's severely claustrophobic, and would have a breakdown when in enclosure spaces. He liked walking, so that what he'd do.

The school was big to him, as he'd never actually gone to school. People were everywhere, yet he went unnoticed. He's always been alone in the world. Why stop now?

He sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a pocket watch. It had no clock, though inside held a small moon charm with red blood dripping off the side. The charm was his only company. And that's the way it would always be.

Scarlet peered out of the window at the passing scenery flowing past the train car she was seated in. The sun was still below the horizon and she couldn't just fall asleep again after waking up and having to go through all the commotion of getting her things packed. She had packed an entire suitcase and would have brought more if not for her mother whose scolding words which were, 'Scarlet! You can't take everything! When I came to America, I had to bring only my finest dresses and a few work clothes. I had to leave some of my more docile gowns and sheets behind!" Scarlet winced remembering the irritated Irish accent micromanaging everything she did. Her mother was a tough one but she cared and that's what made her perfect. Scarlet shifted in the seat trying to find a comfortable position. It would be a long ride ahead tip she reached Arcadia, her new hometown.

The red-head's eyes fluttered open as an attendant shook her shoulder gently. She gazed at his embarrassed face and shyly hunched shoulders in amusement as she gathered herself and her wits. "We've reached Arcadia. Isn't this your stop?" He inquired, daring to meet her baby blue eyes. She smirked and stood, scooting around him to retrieve her luggage from the compartments above. "It is. Thanks." She replied cooly, staying focused and ignoring the feeble young man. He was cute but wasn't at all her type. She adored men who were muscular and hunky. A man who would stand above all the others. Scarlet couldn't help but grin as she pushed past the man and waved goodbye with her free hand. She stepped off the train and looked up to the sky, noticing the sun rising now. She felt a bit better now that she could see the sun and certainly felt less groggy. Scarlet stood with her luggage in hand and basked in the narrow rays of light momentarily before she cast her gaze over to the exit. As she made her way to it, her mind briefly reminded her how strange it was to take power from the sun. Scarlet knew she wasn't a monster, or any less human, but that didn't change the fact that she felt stronger when it was daytime and weak during the night. She could run faster and lift heavier things during the day but became as feeble as a little girl during the night. Due to this, she always tried to keep some type of light device handy and in this case she had brought her night lamp which would help simply to keep it from getting too dark in her room when she needed rest. Scarlet hailed a taxi and when one finally stopped in front of her, she got in and directed him to the academy. She knew where it was from being drilled so many times by her parents. She would have been completely unprepared if not for them. That thought elicited a small smile and she leaned back in the cab chair. Scarlet felt absolutely thrilled and the excitement pulsed through her veins like pure adrenaline. She fisted her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking. As she looked out the window at the bustling city, she wondered who she would meet at this new school and what fate had in store.

Scarlet arrived in one piece and immediately headed to her assigned dorm room. She was of the impression that she would have the room to herself and she was thankful because other girls tended to hate her. Scarlet entered the room but didn't spare the drab surroundings a glance because she was already nearing the time for orientation. She set her luggage on the bed and checked her appearance in the mirror on the far side of the room. Her pleated floral print and white skirt nicely complimented her short sleeved white blouse with ruffles in the front. It was stylish, modest in covering a decent amount of skin without seeming uptight, and casual. It was a perfect outfit for a first impression or so she thought. The girl delicately preened herself before leaving to go to the orientation room. She was so excited and nervous that she practically skipped the entire way there.

Scarlet peeked in the room and noticed that many people had already arrived. She cursed the slow taxi driver but her annoyance at the driver was overwhelmed by the sense of euphoria. She smiled pleasantly and entered further into the room, not wanting to seem awkward just standing at the door. She allowed her gaze to float over each occupant nonchalantly but she was feeling them out and sensing them and what they felt. She had noticed this particular preternatural skill when she had first received her charm but after some practice she was able to somewhat feel what others were experiencing. However, if she focused too hard or they were going through some trauma or overly emotional situation, she sometimes overloaded and it backlashed on her. She took her place on the far side of the room and suavely regarded the man nearest her. She raised her brows in surprise. Oh wow. Guess lady luck is on my side. Dang. She thought in shocked amusement. The man was not only handsome, but looked rugged in a way that made her wanna tease him a bit. She wondered what he looked like when he was all riled up and a mischievous smile formed on her lips as she checked him out blatantly. She noticed that two others had sparked up a conversation and figured it was as good a time as any to introduce herself. "Hey. Name's Scarlet but you can call me Ann. Are you new in town too?" Her voice was feminine and seductive and her southern accent wouldn't go unnoticed by a foreigner. She extended a polite hand to him.

Eiko smiled at Leo warmly, despite the redded cheek when he told her her accent was cute. She decided to humour him with some Japanese words. "Oh, Arigatō Leo. I like your accent too. I've always been a fan of Italian history, not to mention their architecture is amazing!" She wasn't lying, she really did feel that way about Italy. It seemed like an interesting place to go, yet she never though she'd ever get the chance.

When they called everyone up to get their schedules, she was somewhat shocked when he ran up in front of her and brought hers back, but she thanked him anyway. She then noticed a worried look on his face as he started to twirl a pencil around his fingers. She felt something odd emitting from her mind that caused her to unconsciously grab the charm hanging from her neck, and her red eyes to sparkle a little in a way that ment something was about to happen.

Something in her mind told her to stay close to Leo as he could be a good friend to her. Eiko's learned to trust her mind and ignore anything else. Or else everyone in here would be in grave danger.

Mmm, let's see. My first class is...world history. Yours?

Third Person POV.

Decio, Kamali, and Keziay.

The bus was warm, almost unbearable so, especially for Decio. He could sit in an icy tundra in a blizzard, and not be cold, but heaven forbid the thermometer rise over 70. And it must have been at least 80 on that bus, a temperature that made Decio's stomach twist in pain. The low murmur of conversation on the bus barely reached them, all the way in the back. And since the seats were yellow, it made them pretty hard to see anyway.

On either side of him, his two little twin sisters were fast asleep, leaning on his arms. He was half asleep when they left, but the temperature had risen so suddenly and dramatically he could not get back to sleep. He glanced around warily. Most of the inhabitants of the bus were asleep or looking out the windows.They would not notice him. He reached up and pulled the small intricate key charm out of his shirt where it hung on a long chain, and curled his fingers around it. Carefully, oh so carefully, he reached inside himself and let out the tiniest bit of power possible, less than even a spark, spreading it around he and his siblings.

Several people on the bus yelped at the sudden cold as the temperature plunged to the low sixties, and Decio sighed in relief. The twins didn't stir, completely used to sudden temperature changes by now.

"Oy, driver! It's freezing in here, turn off the AC!" Someone yelled, and the twins woke, Keziay bolting upright with her usual high level of energy, without taking time to wake up, and Kamali slowly blinking and looking around calmly.

"It is off!" The bus driver said, confused, fiddling with the many buttons on the dash.

Both the twins swiveled their heads to stare at him, and he looked away awkwardly, staring intently at the window. The twins giggled.

The bus suddenly screeched to a hat, nearly throwing themselves from their seats. "S-sorry about that! Um... we're here..." The bus driver stuttered in embarrassment.


DECIO P.O.V.

Keziay snatched her duffel bag and streaked off the bus excitedly. We were used to moving. It was mundane for us. So, they didn't have a huge bulky suitcase with us like many others on beard - a single small duffel each was all they needed, and we had actually packed in more than we usually took when we moved. We were wearing pretty much the same thing, except the male version for me. A loose white halter top with a blue design, black causal dress pants, grey sneakers, and of course a long black chain with a charm on it tucked into each of our shirts. Each of us had our hair up in a pony tail, what would reach anyway since all of us kept our hair short, so some messy bangs hung down at the sides of our faces. This place was completely foreign - nothing like home in Alaska. With gangs, violence, and crime. It wasn't like those things were unfamiliar, but the protocol on them was much different here - we didn't want to get close to these sick, twisted people, so we were going with the triplets act. Wearing the same thing, talking the same way and finishing each other's sentences (which we sometimes did anyway, because of how quiet Keziay was and how shy Kamali was), always staying close together (which we usually did in unfamiliar places), and generally trying not to talk to other people besides each other. This 'triplets act' tended to scare people away, and that was exactly what we wanted.

Making sure Kamali was with me, who was nervously sticking close to me, half hiding behind me, I stepped off the bus. Keziay suddenly flashed past, running from one end of the bus unloading sidewalk to the other, her eyes scanning the crowds, green grass, new white sidewalk, and all I could think was that it looked like something that would come out of a detailed, colorful cookie cutter with how straight all the edges were. I hated it.


KAMALI P.O.V.

The place was... pristine. That was the only word I could think to describe it. How something could be pristine where so many people are constantly walking and where the smell of smog was rich in the air, I didn't know, but it was all the same. I didn't want to be here in the first place anyway, and now I wanted to be even less, no matter how fancy it was. I'd take a fun-down mansion with a giant unkept, wild Alaskan backyard any day over this. Our adoptive mother's house, where we stayed near after she died. Once the eldest of the two other sons turned 18, he would inherit it, and we would all get to move back home. Home... until I was six, I didn't even really know what that word meant.

Now, I just wanted to go back, and we had only left a day ago. And for that full day, we were stuck on that horrible contraption. I stretched my arms over my head in unison with Decio, earning us a few odd looks. Wow, our strategy was working pretty well. People here were a lot more into appearances than I thought, and I had thought they were wretchedly obsessive over them in the first place. Keziay fell into step with us as we started walking, Decio glancing at a campus map in his hands as he led the way. I glanced down and Keziay and I both synchronized our steps and head turns with him. A few passerby's stopped and stared at us, another glancing nervously and then walking away quickly. Keziay giggled and smirked at their discomfort, and I matched it. Maybe this place might be a little fun after all... just wait until we got bored here, then they'd be really scared.


KEZIAY P.O.V.

We carefully entered the room, Decio throwing the doors so wide they kind of slammed into the walls so that we all three could fit through together, making a coincidentally loud grand entrance. We stopped for a moment and looked left, then right, then started walking to stand in formation a bit away form the crowd, all three of us making the same fidgeting motions with our right hand.

For once, our bright yellow hair wasn't out of place - one girl had flaming red hair that was obviously dyed, a drama queen, probably - I even saw a girl with pink hair, but she looked slightly deranged, in a different way than my siblings and I, a bad way. I smirked faintly - I couldn't wait to get on her nerves and make her attempt to tear her hair out because she wouldn't be able to kill me. There was also a white haired boy that stuck close to her, like a puppy. He looked nice, excitable and childlike, the kind of person we would like, the one who is looked down on by society for his naïveté but who is funner to be around than anybody who would look down on him. Another was some kid slouching in a corner as if trying to hide. He aura screamed darkness to me, not evil, but darkness, because nothing was entirely good or entirely evil.

Well, one thing was for sure, no matter how much we hated this place, with people like these around at least it would take a while for us to get bored.