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Full body is preferred, but half-body is also fine and acceptable for the concept art! In the end, I believe we'll probably just be going with half-body.

We will most likely end up with anime/manga style characters, but that will be ironed out/finalized after concept art.

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A flower, and then he was gone. They must have been friends, too, judging by his reaction. The outburst had made her start to cry again, and she had wanted so desperately to wrap her arms around the near-stranger and comfort him. It was out of line, though, so she resisted. With one last glance towards the door she forced herself to turn away. Each step she took to guide herself back to her dorm room felt like one upon the tips of daggers. Her soul was heavy, and as she climbed into bed, the sadness and pain seemed to marinate there. The dark energy followed her into sleep, spawning the most vivid nightmares she had ever dreamed.

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xxxxxThe pizza had been good, but not very satisfying in the long run. He found himself hungry again in just a few minutes...But he deserved this for freeloading. ...Nah, he didn't really think so, he was just too lazy and comfortable to get out of bed and get something more. The rest of his day had been spent reading adult novels wrapped up in his blankets. He would use these novels for poetry, because he had very little experience of his own. Clearly everything in these novels were accurate. If he wanted to impress the ... older woman here at Brookridge, he was going to have to know a thing or two about pleasing them right? Still, he was not particularly handsome enough just to stun a woman with his looks...That seemed to be a common theme in these novels. Perhaps tomorrow he would spend the day working out? Or maybe he should just make up for his lack of brawn with his artistic abilities.​

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Night fell and he took a deep breath, flipping Sunsets, Long Walks and a Hard Banging closed, and burying his face into his pillow to sleep. ​

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xxxxxxxx❝Excuse me, um, Hyperborea ... what-- what straight up mess have you got yourself tripping the wayside up today, here?❞​

What did that...mean? Eleanora had no idea. Sure, she often spoke in her own language, but at least she translated herself. ...That was mean, maybe...There was no need to take her devastation on out anyone else, even in her head. She rubbed her tears away with the back of her sleeve and lifted her eyes. Dark hair and eyes...Tired looking...Ah, she recognized him from the train. Instead of going out with the rest of them to breakfast, he had headed back to the dorms, hadn't he? The memory of that night made her feel ill. John hadn't gone, either.​

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With no clue how to respond to what could have very well been gibberish, she diverted her eyes and stepped away from the door, allowing him to view the flowers and doorway more clearly. What was she supposed to say? She didn't know. Despite not knowing and not really wanting to speak, she didn't feel right about just leaving him here, either. There was still a very strong desire to cry swirling up in her chest and she wouldn't last long, but to just walk away would be...terribly inconsiderate. ​

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It was winter break. This was excellent. Dorm security was most likely much less than what it would be when school started, and because of Christmas coming up, less staff and students were around in general. On her way to the boy's dormitory, she saw some men hanging beautiful Christmas bells to the Victorian styled lamp posts. Goodness this campus was gorgeous. Her stomach swirled with excitement for school to start. It had never done that before. She shook the thoughts from her head for now, though. Finding John was the priority!​

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It was worryingly simple to find his dorm number at the front office (once showing her Bellhurst transfer papers and being told to get her Brookridge ID done at the start of the semester). Now all that was left was to walk down the hall and knock on the door. ...For some reason, though, she couldn't bring herself to move. She could only stand right there at the beginning of the hall. John's room was at the end. She could see something in front of the door, but her eyes were blurring too much for her to make it out.​

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Refusing to blink in fear that the building tears would fall, she turned away from the hall and started off back towards the exit to the dorms. ​

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STOP. Just get it OVER with. This is AGONIZING.

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And like that, her feet moved on their own whipping her straight down the hall to John's room. DO NOT ENTER tape was plastered across the door; a single bouquet of flowers lay at the foot of it, and there was an official letter of investigation bolted above the door knob. ​

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It did not take very long at all for her to put the pieces together, but when she did a smile graced her lips. Her eyes closed and the tears she had been holding back slid quietly down her cheeks. An airy, gentle sigh left her lips and an ache so strong it nearly caused her to fall over consumed her. Memories of the other day flashed in a blurry sequence inside of her skull. ...But why? ...No, not why. Not right now. ​

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She knelt down and weaved her fingers together. There was no such thing as death. It was a myth. No one died. Baraiaya ail Edaslaidir. Her fingers burned with the strength of her clasping. She had yet to open her eyes, though she wanted to know who had left the flowers. She was grateful to them, but he deserved more than one bouquet. He deserved so much more. ​

Her heart was filled so suddenly with loneliness, that despite knowing his spirit lived on, she couldn't recover. Her smile faded nearly in the same instance that it had appeared and her forehead pressed painfully hard against the door. The scent of the flowers that tickled her knees overwhelmed her senses and she took another breath in an attempt to further drown them. ​

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Still, she couldn't move. Eleanora remained hunched up and pressed desperately against the dorm room door, as if she could somehow push through it and reach the place that John was. It was true that the witch had not known him for long...but he had given her the courage to stand up to Simon and to even come to Brookridge in the first place. He had protected her; and as she mourned, she mourned not only for the loss of the friend John had become to her during their short time together, but also mourned the loss of the potential friendship and the potential memories they could have made. ​

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He was gone. ...He was gone. Not forever, but for now, and that was enough to break her heart into pieces. It was enough to hurt so badly that she could barely breathe. Now she had no one to confide in. Now she had no one to hold hands with or to gain courage from. Now she was just a weirdo witch, alone, in a new place, far from the home that did not accept her. ​

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xxxxxxxx❝I will miss you so, so much.❞​

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Five people would be premium.​

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xxxxxTheodore was already quietly devouring his second slice of glorious pepperoni pizza when Marcus asked his question. If only there was some fresh parmesan cheese to sprinkle on top. Dabbing the corner of his mouth more out of insecurity than etiquette, the dark-haired boy cleared his throat and truly considered the question before he spoke. He had the feeling that the majority of those who would show up would be Bellhurst students. It made the most logical sense, really. New students were likely eager to get involved, and knowing this academy...Most of them would need as much help as possible. ​

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❝I believe people will show up. No need to worry.❞ ​

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He flashed the younger boy a closed-mouth smile and then started to feast upon the fluffy pizza crust. When he was through, he tossed the napkin he had used as a make-shift plate into the trash and started towards the door, nearly bumping into another young looking boy who had entered the room. He swallowed back a scoff. So many children. He genuinely hoped Marcus filled whatever void he had in his soul to create an elementary-school style party like this one, but this wasn't his type of thing at all. ​

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❝Yes, well, I'll be off now. Thanks for the bite.❞ ​

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His hand flew up with a short wave, and then he had stepped out of the stuffy room and back out into the halls. He took a moment to calm his nerves with a deep breath. Interaction was so draining. ​

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December 18th, Tuesday​

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❝And your qualifications?❞​

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❝...Come again? I apologize.❞ ​

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❝Your qualifications, Mr. Weldon. What do you believe makes you a good fit for this position?❞ ​

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❝Yes, of course, my qualifications...I am...I am excellent with time management, and I have exceptional leadership skills.❞ ​

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❝...Mr. Weldon, those are wonderful traits to have, but do you--and please forgive me if I am incorrect--do you have any idea what job it is that you're applying for?❞ ​

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❝...Some dental assistant position, right?❞ ​

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❝Tell us why you're here, Mr. Weldon.❞ ​

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❝I am here...because my father feels as though I should get a job and experience work. I honestly do not see a purpose. It feels that all we are here on this earth to do is work and die. We are born so that we can go to school, so that we can go to more school, so that we can get a good job in the future...So that we can work and support not only ourselves but any spouses or children we may have...so that they can study and work, et cetera, basically until we die--unless we are one of the lucky ones born to the privileged white scum that run this country.❞ ​

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❝M-Mr. Weldon!❞ ​

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❝Oh, I am... sorry. Pardon me. I have not slept in quite a while. I must be out of it. Yes, about the position. My qualifications, correct?❞ ​

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❝...That is all we will be needing, Mr. Weldon. Please remove yourself from our office.❞ ​

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❝Right, right...❞ ​

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It was funny how quickly he seemed to ruin things. Often, everything would go just fine, and then after one sudden outburst or lack of judgement-- snap! Just like that, here he was back out into the cold. Well, enough was enough! No more interviews and no more jobs, ever. He would just have to find a lonely privileged broad someday and settle down. There were many of them, he was sure. Could he really live a life like that...? Pretending to be in love to a most likely clingy, over-zealous daddy's girl? If it meant seclusion from the rest of society then maybe. ​

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He blinked his ever-glaring emerald eyes for a long moment. They burned. Ever since that email he hadn't been getting very much sleep at all. Every day that past seemed like a nightmare waiting to happen; and while he was waiting for everything to go to hell, the mundane activities of everyday life seemed so much more pointless. It was the strangest thing, but he actually believed the email right upon reading and registering it's words. It was almost perfect, outside of the no suicide rule. This email was a most excellent excuse to stop giving a fuck. ​

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Long fingers fidgeted against dark denim jeans in an attempt to increase blood flow as he waited impatiently for his cab to arrive. Jesus it was cold! It would be snowing soon, wouldn't it? Surprising that it hadn't really started up yet. One of the primary reasons for such a long winter break at the Academy was winter accident prevention. It was a wise decision, too. People in this town were stuck up and arrogant. The teenagers who attended often tried to be 'adults' by indulging in reckless behavior. Theodore referred to this as Immortality Syndrome. The belief that there is such a thing as being 'too young to die'. ​

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The cab arrived and the teenager climbed into the leather backseat. The car smelled of some sort of Teriyaki and activated mild hunger pains. His head leaned back into the stale cushions behind him and his eyes stared blankly out of the window. He took in the frosty streets of Brookridge. When he had first headed out here barely any cars were driving about...It was somehow drastically different now, to the point of traffic. It must have been later than he thought it was when he left the dorms. A quick glance at his cellphone confirmed this. 4:03pm already. Ouch. He sunk further into his seat with a glare towards the meter just past the filthy clear plastic separating him and the quiet taxi man. ​

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It was not long from then that they arrived at the front gates of hell. Theodore reluctantly paid the stranger with no words exchanged and entered the school grounds. Immediately, his mood went from one of indifference to one of pure annoyance. Everything was so loud, and it school wasn't even in session! Why was everyone so rowdy? ​

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...Hunger.​

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He could wait, though. His dorm mate Marcus was having some sort of pizza party that he could mooch off of...Though he would have preferred something healthier. Marcus was a scrawny, but attractive, little black kid who he hadn't spoken much with. Theodore may not have known much about him (or tried to know much), but he figured he had some kind of dark past involving gang violence and an imprisoned father, so he treated him with respect. ​

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With slow, lazy strides he made his way to the Faculty of Student Life building and straight to the only room with lights on. How he had managed to get permission to do this while barely anyone was still on campus astounded him...But who could say no to a surely suffering black kid? A smile played on his lips for just a moment but then it vanished. Ah, sometimes he was too much for himself. Too funny. He entered the room quietly and set his eyes on the chocolate hued boy. ​

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❝Marcus. Has the pizza arrived?❞ ​

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His voice was low and much blunter than he had intended, but it got the job done.​

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