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Altair stood in his room glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He wasn't one to care about his looks but he was really impressed with his new outfit. Glancing down at the precious red cloth he always wore around his forehead, Altair just smiled as he placed it in his pocket. It was amusing to the teen that the three most precious items to him were all things that could be worn. He glanced down at the bunch of bandanas Heidi got him and narrowed his eyes with a small smirk "how odd Cresetia...I would have guessed you would have done something on such a merry day...though then again the day is far from over" Altair said as he closed his eyed as he took a blue bandana and walked out.

Walking down the stairs the teen immediately tied the blue bandana on his arms and walked up to the table Heidi sat at. "I'm sorry this isn't like any normal Christmas....but me and that old man aren't really that normal" Altair said as he sat down on a seat near her and smiled at the girl. "Unless you want to stay a bit longer we'll be returning to the academy tomorrow" Altair said.

 

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : DAY THREE OF THREE, GET MOVING ! ! ]​

[ DAY : 26 - 3/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 25, 2012 ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : BETTER ]​

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I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G .
D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E .

xxxxxxxxxx In some way, some form, Harley managed to cheer up. He didn't want to think it was because he saw one of the students with their younger sibling. That had been a nice sight, and the young girl had dragged him over to play in the snow. How could Harley say no? The student had been apprehensive of Harley's intimidating and slightly looming air, but when he showed that he meant no harm, they three seemed to get along swimmingly.

It had put him in a decidedly better mood.

He wondered if Alli had liked her gift. Cristina, too. Heidi had left him before he had a chance to give her the present, but he had found that she left him a gift. It seemed rather hefty, when he picked it up that morning, but he figured that he might save it for the end of the day.

He had received a few text messages from her, but he didn't want to check them because of his sour mood. Now that he was feeling better, he decided that now was a good chance to check them.

Spoiler: Text messages

hey. i'm sorry again for leaving.​

we went to visit altair's grandpa.​

i hope you're not mad.​

did you like your present?​

-heidi​

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sorry to bother you again.​

i was just checking tumlr and saw a strange message from anthony.​

he said he was alive and wanted me to tell you that.​

sorry. just tell me if i'm being a bother.​

-heidi​

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Merry Christmas, *******.​

- Kallisti​

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I miss you, Jaybea.​

- Mom​

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I know u probably don't want to talk to me​

but merry christmas, Harley.​

Thank u for everything.​

~ Gillian​

Harley looked at the slew of messages, and those were just the first handful. Other people he barely knew, wishing him a Merry Christmas, telling him to come and visit him, telling him that they missed him. Family, past lovers, friends . . .

It did make him feel a little better.

Before he could fully process them, though he heard the crunch of the snow behind him before he saw what was coming. Just a few seconds later, there was a rush of air next to his ear, and he ducked, dropping his bag and spinning around. One of his legs stuck out as he spun and he used it to trip his attacker.

There was a thud and Harley sprung back to his feet looking down at who attacked him. It was a lithe figure wearing all white; his face was pale and his hair was blonde. Harley raised an eyebrow - he had seen this kid before. Another student at the school? Was he attacking of his own accord? . . . Paranoid.

Harley straddled the stranger and fiercely grabbed his collar, pulling the boy up until they were nearly nose to nose, " What do you want? " he asked dangerously.

The boy spit in his face, and Harley immediately struck his cheek, " You're not in any position to be taunting me, boy, " he growled, moving his hand towards the throat, " What - do - you - want? "

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[/url]Heidi set the cookie down when Altair entered the kitchen. She remained quiet, deep in thought. The only thing breaking the silence was the sound of his voice. She looked up at him from under her bangs. Her hair was in need of a cutting. "I'm sorry this isn't like any normal Christmas....but me and that old man aren't really that normal"

His comment surprised her. "N-no it was great. Best Christmas ever." She beamed up at him and he smiled back.

"Unless you want to stay a bit longer we'll be returning to the academy tomorrow" Altair said.

Heidi quieted again, contemplating the proposal. "Yeah, we can... we can go back." She was wondering about that letter Allison kept mentioning. She hadn't really gone through any of her things yet. If there was something, was it here or back at the school. Heidi opened her mouth to say more, but then immediately shut it. She was reluctant to say something. If it was anything like the last letter, talking about it could be bad.

She glanced up at Altairand forced a smile. She didn't want to worry him, or Harley. What was Harley doing? Heidi sighed softly before returning to the cookie in her hand. The kitchen filled with the smell of ham. It made her stomach growl.

 

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Zoey was speechless frankly. It never occurred to her that someone else would buy her a present. Well... excluding Heidi who mentioned it earlier. She looked between Matt and the box repeatedly unsure of what to do. ...Was she meant to open it now? Slowly she took the box and started to unwrap it very carefully. Her face lit up when the contents were revealed after she had opened the box. It was a brand new pair of running shoes she'd been interested in the other week. This was just... amazing. How had Matt even known? "I... wow. I don't even know what to say. Thank you, Matt. Thank you." She stammered. "I really need to get you something good... but... I guess I'll have to really think about it."
Anyway... because it was day 3/3 and Bushy didn't plan to post again tonight, but he still had to end Zoey's day... Some stuff happened involving Matt and more stuff, and then Zoey was in bed (naked obviously - not with Matt for the record) and asleep.

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Dylan surveyed the familiar room. He'd been in here a number of times, although it was more common for Marina to come to his, but he knew his way around well enough. His eye was drawn to a package on Marina's bedside table. Beautifully wrapped, he could tell the girl had put effort into it. He picked up the package and weighed it in his hands before opening it. Inside was a pair of boxing gloves.
...That's odd. Marina knew that Dylan never used boxing gloves. Why would he limit the power of his punches when a bare fist could do so much more damage?
Suddenly, he found himself smirking. ...She really did know him too well, it's a good thing he knew her just as well. This was a typical joke from her.
He pulled the gloves from the box and buried underneath some packaging, he found another much smaller box. He gently opened it and peered at the item inside (<-----click).
He couldn't deny it... Marina certainly had taste, and he could tell this watch wasn't cheap. For her it'd just be a drop in the ocean considering her wealth, but still, even he couldn't deny it was a wonderful gift. He just wondered where the hell she was so he could give her the gift he'd gotten her. Normally she never left it this long without contacting him. She'd especially be calling him today of all days to brag about the present she'd gotten him and to inquire about what he'd gotten her. In fact, even normally, he couldn't get her to stop hounding him, not that he cared too much since he'd grown used to her company.
He left the room and started to head home. ...Something in his gut told him something was amiss.And because Jayn nee-sama and Hyuge-nee etc were being poops (I love you guys)... Bushy HAD to ADD IN that Dylan got home and went to sleep in his bed.

 

At this point Nate was sitting by himself at the park. He'd gotten tired just walking around and decided to take it easy and rest. Judging by the time of day it was, he could tell that the day was almost over. Most people right now were probably at their home and would stay there for the rest of the night. He watched a couple of people passed by him before getting up and heading back to his room. He wrote up a quick tumblr post before heading to bed.

 

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"It's Christmas!"​

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When her aunt picked her up at the hospital and signed her out (hopefully forever) she found out that she was not going to go back to campus yet. Joyce kept going on about the snakes and saying how they were still there and it would be stupid just to go there at this point. So she decided she was going to take Bronagh out for lunch and a movie.​

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Bronagh did refused the movie and her aunt kept pushing her to go to it. At that point hours had gone by and her aunt spoke to her.​

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“…Bronagh, I grabbed your bag from your dorm yesterday and got you new stuff for your legs. I didn’t throw away your old clothes they’re just at home. Your taste in clothing is really… interesting. So I went and bought you some new stuff.” She looked over at Bronagh and replied, “Do you want to stay in a hotel? I’m not bringing you back there and I’ll pay for it…”

“Joyce, you do not have to pay…I have money, from my job.”​

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She sighed and stopped the car at the side of a street and spoke, “Nagh. I told your mother not to force you to do the surgery, but you must understand. She loves you and is just paranoid. She heard about the accident and has been sober for 3 days… it’s not a bad thing but… it’s not normal for her anymore. We got into a fight this morning about it, and I had to get out of there. She’s going to a party tonight with her friends so I know she will be okay… but please, do not stress her out about this.”

“Joyce, she’s not mad about the surgery, she thinks I’m suicidal.”​

“…she doesn’t think you are suicidal Bronagh, she just doesn’t understand that you do not want the surgery. If she keeps telling herself that it “makes it easier for her when you do die””

“Ouch.”​

“Come on Nagh, come back with the “I’m not gonna die!”.”

“…”​

“Your silence is scaring me.”

“But, we all will die, we all have to die at some point in life.”​

“Okay fine, then say “I ain’t gonna die yet””

“I do not plan on dying yet.”​

“Good girl, now… do you want me to talk to your mom and get her to let you stay at home until the snakes clear up?”

“…No, I’ll be fine.”​

“Don’t let her distance you from her.”

“If I go back, she’ll want me to have the surgery.”​

“People want many things in life sweetheart, they don’t get ‘em usually. Sometimes by chance we get them, but fairly often they do not go our way.”

“Well I don’t want to go home, and I’ll make sure it’s a good chance.”​

“You’re in a goddamn wheelchair Nagh what do you plan on doing on your own?”

“I’ve been alone before. What makes now any different?”​

“What makes this different is that you have the ability to not be alone anymore and you’re distancing yourself. What happened to the Bronagh that used to love meeting new people?”

“She turned 10 and lost her father the same day.”​

Joyce put her hand on her chin and smiled saying, “Maybe she needs to let go of the past and restart.”

“Ha, sure…”​

“Do not hold yourself back based on things that happened in the past. It’s a burden. Now, you have my cellphone number? I don’t care if your mother won’t listen to you I will be your temporary mother.”

“I have your number but you don’t have to replace her…”​

“I didn’t mean that, if you need someone to talk to for any reason I am here for you.”

“Thank you.”​

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Bronagh got a room at the Pilton and her aunt left her because she wanted to make sure her mother wouldn’t get into any problems. Bronagh took the bag with thousands of Christmas letters and put them on a table. She’s send them out when she could get back there, it wasn’t something too difficult it just find of upset her after all the effort she put into them. She didn’t bother to re-read for spelling errors though.​

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Bronagh pulled out her phone and read the email again, she didn’t mean to. She pulled out her phone to view something totally different and she clicked on it. She noticed something really small, the text. Was it that way before? Was she not paying attention earlier when she re-read it over and over again?​

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What the hell does this say?​

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Bronagh remembered Elizabeth at that second; did she know what it said? Was it some mistake only she had gotten?

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Bronagh pulled up a blank text and sent a message to her.​

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Well of course the purpose of her text was changed, Bronagh felt it wasn’t an appropriate question to ask through a text message.​

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Still Christmas wasn’t over yet, but she didn’t have anything else to do. She listened to a couple phone messages from relatives then opened up the bag her aunt had gotten for her. Inside was a new notebook with a beautiful Celtic knot on it which made her whisper, “Thanks Joyce.”​

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She went to go and write in it, but couldn’t think of anything to write, she shuffled through the notebook until an envelope fell out with an address sent to her at Brookridge, Joyce must have gotten her mail while she was there. Bronagh opened it up and read it.​

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Spoiler: Letter from the Friend

Bronagh! That story plot is INSANE, you should totally write it more.
It’d be so cool because I haven’t seen anything like it!
Anyway, I got this little pocketbook as an early Christmas present from mom
It has a tree design, it reminded me of you.
I miss you! We should meet up before the year is over~

I’m just kidding, that’s too soon… maybe for the summer? That’d be amazing.

Bronagh smiled at the letter from her long distance friend as she got herself into bed and decided to go to sleep earlier than she usually would.​

 

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Matt grinned so much at her reaction, and it was like a weight had been taken off his shoulders by the fact she actually liked it. "Hey, hey, don't worry about actually getting me anything. I don't care about stuff and trust me, your reaction was more than enough. Thank you. Anyway, you were saying you have no presents? I think I might be able to solve your problems. Hey, come with me." Grabbing onto her hand, he led her back to his room, "You see if I'm completely honest I still don't know that many people here so I don't really have anyone except you to get presents for. Thing is, my mum doesn't trust my organisational skills and thinks I have tons of friends so she kitted me out with presents who I have nobody to give to. Really by not being prepared you'll do me a favour." It didn't take him long to kit her out with presents.

Despite getting that sorted pretty quickly, he stayed with her, he didn't want to be alone on Christmas. His grin didn't leave his face all day, he had such a good time. They messed about and joked and it was as if nothing mattered. They could forget about their short life spans and just have a good time. If you were going to live in constant fear, what was the point in prolonging your pain? No, enjoy every day as it came and when he died, he died, that was that. He just wished he could protect Zoey from everything bad. Either way, it was a good Christmas and there wasn't anyone else that he'd rather spend it with. They spent the entire day together, just having a good Christmas before finally sharing a heartfelt hug, saying goodnight and retiring for the night. He went to sleep with a smile on his face, today had been a good day.

 

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People were all like 'ahh we should leave the campus.' But Elizabeth was like 'pfft, snakes. Ha. I'd cut those fuckers up,' and stayed at the dorms with Allison. Who liked the gift, good for her.

And since Elizabeth's creator has no idea what to do with her and is too tired to care she sends Liz to sleep and saves her effort for Elliot.

 

Cherno reached the hotel with Quin and they booked rooms and would expand upon this post later because tonight was busy. But tomorrow. Tomorrow was the Coy City plan. Whoop. Cherno stepped into bed and closed his eyes and fell to sleep.

Olivia sort of just fell back to sleep, resting in the soft warmth of the sterile room and the white bed sheets.

 

OOC; Short because staff stuff to attend to gomen ne.

@Nora;

And so it was that Nora had a police scare but everything was okay in the end because Shirley has a HEART. She spent the day bonding with John's family, which is kind of weird, but she wasn't alone so that was great. Yay, she wasn't alone for Christmas, even though her heart still ached. She also got her bag and found the money Cherno--I mean, Orphianus left everyone.

Shirley offered her the living room and so she slept under the glow of Christmas tree, warm on the couch.

@Theo;

Theodore opened his gift from Elliot and was super kawaii about it. He got poetry! POETRY. His favorite thing. Oh, if only he could be a poet. He felt so selfish and terrible because he didn't get Elliot a gift, but he hadn't known if he would see him any time soon. No, that was an excuse. He just hadn't thought about it. SO SELFISH TSK.

He stayed quiet through most of christmas, but also remained polite because mhm gentleman.

Then he went back to sleep in the spare room he was given. He'd head back to the dorms tomorrow. Probably.

 

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[/url]Heidi had finished Christmas dinner, which left her rather tired. Something about lots of good food seemed to do that to a person. She sat in the living. It contained a lingering odor of burnt pine needles and plastic. The fire crackled in the hearth and she listened quietly for a long while as Altair and his grandpa bickered back and forth. They really did have an odd way of showing one another affection. There was a small smile resting on her solemn face as she watched the flames dance in the fire. The glow of each reflecting in her eyes. Most of what was said had been tuned out. It was probably along the lines of "I could kick your ass any day boy, " and "shut up you damn old man!"

She yawned and pulled her legs up onto the couch with her. Heidi rested her cheek on the armrest and wrapped her arms around her legs. The necklace hung loosely from her throat, the cold metal pressing into her chest. Her eyes fluttered shut as she rested there in the corner of the couch. The heat from the fire enveloped her in a blanket of warmth as Heidi dozed off in the living room.


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Her dorm was boring. All it really was, was girls gossiping to each other. Why did I even bother walking around here? She walked back to her room and opened the door. The girl yawned as she got ready for bed. Before lying down, she opened the present that she had received earlier. The present itself put a smile on her face. It was an art kit that Cristina had always admired at the art supplies store. She had always wanted it, but never had the chance to buy it herself. Either she did not have time, or she did not have enough money.

Ending a day (that she did not particularly enjoy) on a positive note, she decided to go to bed. She placed the art kit with all of her other art supplies and then laid down and closed her eyes. My last Christmas...done.

 

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The rest of the day went consisted mostly of arguments between the old man and Altair. From fist fights to arguments, the two merely fought on till the day reached it end. As the two finally decided to finish up their bout, the old man let out a sigh and glanced over at the girl that was fast asleep on the chair. A warm smile appeared on the gruff old man’s face and the old man merely walked up to the girl. Gently the man picked her and carried her up the stairs and towards her room.

One the old man got to the girl’s room the old man softly placed the girl down on the bed and covered her with the bed’s blanket. Glancing down at the girl the old man smiled contently as brushed away her the hair from her face as she slept.

“So…it must feel nice to have someone like a daughter…or in this case granddaughter” said Altair as he leaned by the doorway with his arms crossed.

“It’s been so many years since then…far, far too long…how I wish to return to the days before she died. Being a grandfather…..it brings back the nostalgia of being a father” The old man said softly as he closed his eyes “She was so very young….so many things I missed out on, so many things I lost. All the laughter, all the tears, the love...I lost it all...even now, when my bones ache and my mind begins to sway...I can still hear her young voice calling out daddy" The old man said closing his eyes tightly. Tears wished to be shed, but years ago he lost the ability to. “I lost it all…” The old man said as he silently began to walk out of Heidi's room, “but now…it seems I found something that makes this life worth clinging to…two things to be precise” The old man said as he passed Altair headed into his room

Altair lowered his eyes and merely closed them as the old man walked off “Goodnight…Grandpa Marshal…we made a promise…so you have to keep to your word...you have to continue to live on” Altair said softly as he closed Heidi’s door and returned to his room. Closing his eyes, Altair fell fast asleep on his bed.

 

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DAY 27​

December 26th, Wednesday​

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[/url]the snow fell in graceful fluffy flurries the following morning. Each individual snowflake could be distinguished from the last. The sun shined down with a welcoming aura, on the cool December day. Cars wheeled down the quiet street on ocassion, bringing with them a soft hum. A few stragling birds chirped in the background, in tune with one another. Everything was peaceful, harmonious.

snow crunched under the weight of heavy boots, leaving footprints in the blanket of white. Brown hair shimmered in the sunlit glow of morning as Heidi stood outside. Her nose and cheeks were rosy red. Her body was bundled up to its fullest extent. The sapphire necklace was tucked away safely under the layers of her clothing. Last night's snowfall left a fresh few inches on the ground and she was outside enjoying herself until it was time to leave.

simple things like playing in the winter time snow were lost on her as a child. Recently, she appeared to be more childlike every day. She was enjoying the minor things she missed out on growing up. To her, they appeared to be almost monumental. Her enthusiasm about wanting to go outside and play, was rewarded with a few hearty chuckles, but she brushed it off. The bottoms of her pants were dripping wet, her hair clung to her moist cheeks, and the jacket seemed coated in a layer of fluffy white snow.

 

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xxxxxxxxxxshoes scuffed against polished wood floor of the Faculty of Student Life building. Voices echoed all around in a rushed tone. Too quick. It would take some getting used to. How long? She shook her head, long blond locks falling in her face. The book bag weighed heavily on her shoulder as Bernadette dodged several much larger bodies at once. Her eyes scanned the signs above each door, searching for the correct room. English, it could be difficult to understand at times.

xxxxxshe attempted to ask for help, but the heavy German accent repeatedly got in the way. Communicating was difficult when no one would give her the time of day. The last few days had been a struggle to say the least. Her roommate was uncooperative, the school was remotely empty-- leaving her little opportunity to introduce herself--, and she had yet to meet her "guide." she didn't even remember the person's name.

xxxxxa body smashed into her and she stumbled forward, an arm full of books flattered to the ground and she fell to her knees, throwing her hands down in front of her. "Oh nein! Das ist einfach perfekt," she groaned. Bernadette counted the various pairs of shoes that walked past, too many. She couldn't keep up. Her hands groped the ground gathering up all her belongings. The white skirt of her uniform ruffled at her hips and she smoothed it down against her sides.

xxxxxBernadette stacked everything up into a neat pile and slipped it all back into the bag. A bell rang out and her electric blue eyes flashed up at the small bell on the wall. Now she would be late and she still didn't know where to go. Hopefully the teacher wouldn't be too mad.. She stood up and dusted off the knees of her stockings. Wearing a school uniform was something new to her all together.

 

Marcus had a wonderful Christmas and a great New year. He rolled over in his bed and contemplated throwing his phone across the room to stop it's alarm blaring before he sat up groaned. It was time to go back to school. So blinking blearily, he got up and yawned as he shuffled into his bathroom to start his before school routine. It took a little over thirty minutes before he pilfered a pop tart and headed out the door and to the van that would be chauffeuring him to school this morning. He straightened his uniform and dozed in the backseat while clutching his backpack. He was awoken by the stillness of the car and when he got out, he stretched as he headed to the cafeteria, class could wait. He wanted food. Now.

 

After a while, Allison got a bit bored staying at the school during the Christmas holidays since most of the remaining stragglers staying at the school during winter break left. Not that she could blame them, Christmas was a pretty awesome time for food and family(but mainly food), however since she had already missed Christmas with the family, she didn't see a point in going back for a few days for New Year's. She had met up with Elliot a few days after Christmas, found the room herself and all, however Allison couldn't seem to remember what happened after meeting Elliot. Or if she even met Elliot in person at all. That whole part of her memory was a complete blank and she couldn't seem to figure out why. Regardless, the rest of break was all right and she had some fun but was also bored for the most part. She was very happy when school started up again as she could finally talk to other people besides just Elizabeth(not that she didn't enjoy talking to Elizabeth the few times they would talk) but Allison did like a little variety. For whatever reason she hadn't really seen Harley much since the jailbust and for that she felt a bit guilty. Maintaining her relationships with people was always a challenge for her. It was a constant surprise as to how she still had friends.

Since Brookridge had more variety of classes than Bellhurst, Allison decided to take more science courses as she might as well absorb some knowledge before leaving this earth. She had actually been planning for college, what major she would be and what her career might be. That is, until she remembered again. Sometimes it was easy to forget. That was the primary reason for all the science classes, but now it was just stuck. For the most part, Allison just looked forward to lunch. The food at this school was something. She hoped that she could see Harley and the others soon. Loneliness never really fades away, and for some reason she was always lacking initiative in contacting people to hangout or do something.

 

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Christmas with Elliot and Olivia was interesting, to say the least. It left him feeling much more comfortable with Elliot and overall more willing and likely to contact him from time to time...It also left him feeling awkward around and almost envious of Olivia, though he remained polite. He would never admit his jealousy but how close they were annoyed him. Sort of sucked the greatness out of Elliot and his semi-reunion.

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New Year's Eve was uneventful. He spent most of it at the academy, alone. It was sort of nice because there were fireworks and some sweets to eat, but other than that...It was just another day. ​

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Now, it seemed he had survived long enough to start school up for the new semester. It had been a tremendously long and tiresome break, but he was still not looking forward to resuming his studies. ​

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Pompous, chatty students in typical school uniforms poured once again onto the grounds, filling up all of the abandoned space left by their absence. He hated it. Them paired with the Bellhurst kids...It was terrible. Too noisy. ​

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So, this morning he sat in the large library with one of his poetry novels, his cell phone and some coffee. The bell for first period rang but he didn't start school, technically, until second period. He would hang out here for a bit. ​

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The time alone was nice. He even had a few moment to roam Tumblr and receive the fan mail from Kallisti. It was dateless so he didn't know how late he was, but he replied anyway. ​

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"First day, gotta love it..."​

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Almost nothing happened after Christmas, she got out of the hotel after she heard about the snakes being gone. She had taken the rail back, only because she didn't want to bother Joyce. She did end up going to North Beach for New Years with Shadow, but the details of that would come later. Besides, it was clearly NOT a date and ​

Bronagh had gotten into uniform and eaten breakfast, but at this point she knew she was going to be late no matter what. This first day made it clear that no one cared that you were in a wheelchair, you took up half the hallway and people were going to do whatever they could to get around you.​

She decided to just back up and wait in an empty group room until the hallway cleared up, she would explain to the teacher what happened, she was sure they would understand. When the bell rang she left the room and looked down at her schedule and headed off to the room.​

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Once in the clutches of home it seemed near impossible to escape as Elliot remained long after Christmas came and went. Only his friends were free to leave the premises as they were not bound by the curse of blood.

At first it was due to the fact that the campus had snake infested lands. Then it was merely so Jeanne and Issac could test their son's knowledge to see if he would amount to anything worthwhile. It was all rather tedious.

Only once was he freed from the estate and that was due to his appointment made with the girl known as Allison. What fun was it to be a tutor...however it seemed like she could recall little from this session when they spoke afterwards. Perhaps he had used too high of a voltage... Whoops.

After that it took the coming of the new semester for Elliot to be allowed to return to the dorms. He arrived on campus a day earlier and even though this was enough time to readjust to the setting it did not give a wide enough opening for him to examine his schulde closely enough to notice that his Bio-Social Controversy class was taught by Mr. Reenberg. This wasn't too surprising as the man taught various college courses available on campus that involved science but given how the two bumped heads in the past Elliot wished to see if another was teaching the class. Surely one had to be around... If not then a different subject would just have to fill its place. So, with this seemingly simple and understandable objective, the boy went to ask for it to be done.

However...his requests were denied.

A defeated sigh poured out as the one he asked ignored the wonderful speech he prepared on the way. How could one shrug off such a lovely choice of words anyway? Perhaps they were insane. Yes, that had to of been it. So tomorrow he would try again and be sure to seek out someone else. For now, though, he headed towards the exit.

Or at least he started to, but a murmur of German drifted to his ears. Out of all the things he was forced to learn he was sure that this language would be the most useless, but now it seems that he had been proven wrong for the one who spoke it seemed most lost indeed. And even though it was not in his nature to help others he couldn't help but to approach her as having unused knowledge flying around in his skull brought upon a pain that could not be fixed any other way.

"Du siehst neu hier. Sind Sie in der Notwendigkeit der Hilfe?"