L's Academy: Change the WorLd .:. The Remake.

As the girl who had introduced herself as "Diary" ran off to her dorm, Scath yelled after her, "Okay, my dorms-" but he then realized he didn't have his assigned dorm yet. In a mess of confusement and embarressment, Scath stumbled through the door labeld "HEADMASTER".

Inside was yet another door, which seemed to have a sweet smell coming from it. All of a sudden a voice saying, "Just go in already." startled Scath. He turned and saw a woman sitting at a desk filing her nails. Scath stumbled and replied, "Yes, er..." he then paused to read the plague on the womans desk, then continued "Ms. Farnsworth, thanks...". Scath turned once again and headed through the second door, and there sat L., he presumed. Scath grabbed on of the sweets that was sitting on a table next to the desk L. was sitting at. After a quick chat, L. sent Scath back outside with his schedule, his dorm room, and a sense of accomplishment. He turned, skipped for a second, and headed off to his new dorm.

 

Just took a look around his rather small dorm. He was disappointed that the rest of the school was so magnificent, yet the living space was so lackluster. Well this isn't quite what I had in mind... but it'll do. A bed, a desk and a closet is all I really needed anyway.

He unpacked his things and headed out with his books. He walked rather quickly to his calculus class. Passing through the main courtyard, he could tell just how much effort went into making this place look amazing. Every inch of the acres of land, trimmed to perfection, every stone in the mammoth of a school made to look its finest. The headmaster may be a bit out there, but he knows how to make a place look damn pretty.

 

Blue stood next to the office where she was supposed to get her schedule, staring at a random girl's socks with unusual interest. 'I really should get my schedule... but those socks are strangely fascinating...' She thought to herself as she continued to just daze off into her own imagination. 'Hm... I should buy some socks like those someday...'

The girl realized what she was doing and shook her head to go back to reality. She sighed and stood straight again, checking out her outfit before quietly entering the room timidly. "Hello? I'm new and I was told this is where I get my schedule." She informed the woman politely. The lady looked up at Blue with an uninterested stare and just nodded her head.

The woman then pointed to the door to the head master's office, and Blue just blushed slightly at her own oblivious view. "Um... thank you." She said awkwardly and walked over to the door. Blue suddenly became extremely interested with the door knob, starting to stare at it's color, shape, and such.

"Hey! Are you okay?" The lady suddenly brought the blue-eyed girl back to reality, causing her to sigh in the annoyance of doing such a thing. She nodded at the woman, who just went back to her nails, and opened the next door to shyly enter.

Blue stared in wonder at the crouching, sleep-deprived looking man in the chair on the other side. The great detective L stared back at her with wide, black eyes, both practically going into a staring contest, one just distracted by the person, the other interested of what she was going to say. The girl finally came back to reality and blushed slightly in embarrassment.

The two had a small conversation before he gave her the schedule, the key, and her dorm room number. She smiled in appreciation before waving good-bye and walking back out to the hallway. As she was about to move from the office to her dorm, she saw something else and got distracted once again.

 

"Well I don't have an 'everyone' to know, I'm pretty much on my own. Actually, I AM on my own." Tears explained in a ditzy sort of voice. On the surface not seeming to flicker for a moment as the horrific images of her past flitted past her mind's eye. "I'm fine, I just hope that I don't end up humiliating myself before the day is out. I imagine I'll trip into the Headmaster's lap or end up in some other rather awkward position." She said in response to the girl's question, although it wasn't really a straight answer. "My name's Tears by the way, what about you?" She enquired, tilting her white haired head to one side gently with a curious glint to her scarlet tinged eyes.

 

Magick gently slipped into the hallway, heading for the kitchen she had marked when she first arrived. She quietly stole an apple and some small candies, then hid in a corner, eating slowly as she watched for someone who might rat her out. Her bangs hid her green eyes as they watched every movement, like the kitty her mom used to call her for.

 

Fate finally recieved his timetable after waiting for everyone to get theres. Taking no time he found where his room was at the academy and dumbed his suitcase on his bed. I'll unpack latter, he thought as he quickly unzipped a part of it and pulled out his books. Holding his books with one arm he quickly walked through the corridors and campus eventually landing upon his scheduled class, Calculus.

 

ooc// Is this all right? :)

Played by: morphine and lollipops
Name: Parker
Real Name (Last, First): Newrim, Lysander
Gender: Male
DOB/Age: 5.29.92/17
Appearance: Dark, messy hair. 5'11. Has glasses, though he rarely uses them. Lanky. Moves like someone who is used to not being noticed.
Backstory: Born to a maid and a dealer father (who is no longer in the picture) in a bad part of Chicago, he soon found out that the cake is a lie. He was involved with the wrong crowd, particularly druggies. He had been called Parker by his friends for his uncanny ability to run Parkour style from the police. It took his sister nearly OD'ing to make him realize his life was going no where. He started going to school, and found out he was, in fact, quite intelligent. He took this scholarship to save his mom some money, and to start down a new path. However, he is still quite worried for his sister.
Personality quirks: He uses slang, and still runs Parkour. He is dramatic, and enjoys laughing. He is a complete and total flirt, though when in school and in study he is quite dedicated and serious. He writes in cursive, and drinks his coffee in an odd manner. If he doesn't have coffee, he goes beserk. When he gets nervous, he sucks on hard candies.

 

Finally arriving at the school building, he attempted to navigate through a sea of students at the door. Once the horde of teens dispersed, he started to walk down the hall. Slowly, the group of people going in the same direction as him became smaller and smaller until only ten or so students were going down the same corridor as him. He arrived at a door labeled 135-A. But the very next door down was 135-B. He turned to one of the students behind him who was wearing a black hooded jacket. He was more used to talking to people like him, even if he didn't know the student's personality.

"Um, any idea which is the calculus classroom?" he asked in a confused tone.

Accepted. .

 

Stuffing the rest of the small treats into her pocket, Magick ran down the hallway, stopping to grab her book. She hated being late. Swinging down another hallway, she ran through her physcial things she had yet to do. Late assassins are the new victims. Her mother used to say.

 

"It could be either of them or both", Fate replied with a crooked look on his face, "The schedule isn't clear", he said coughing slightly afterwards and holding his fresh schedule, the neatest thing he had on him. He looked at both the doors, neither had a class name just the two number 135-A and 135-B.
Kind of a puzzle, not a serious one though, he thought as he moved over to the door of room 135-B. "I'm guessing this one is correct from the misprint on the schedule", Fate mumbled still half in thought. With a sudden movement he had opened the door slightly, paused, then pushed it wide open as he stepped through into Calculus class. Lucky guess.

 

Wonder how he knew... Just thought as he passed through the door into the calculus class. Must be a genius among geniuses... or a godly guesser.

Math had never been a strong suit of his, but he'd still always pull an A with little effort. This school lived up to its reputation in that it truly tested Just's academic limitations. I don't remember ever learning this. Jeez. He frantically scribbled at his paper even as the bell rang. He saw the rest of the class begin to depart, and followed in suit. Crap, so much for starting anew in every aspect of my academic life.

 

Magick ran into the classroom, barely late, and sat in the back, her green eyes focused on her desk. People got nervous when she stared. She gently doodled some hands on her paper, barely listening. Math had never been a problem, and she was used to switching schools. Please let someone try to kill me and make life more interesting. She prayed to whomever was listening.

 

Fate went through the class not realising how quick it goes when you realise how much higher a level of ability this would give him in the outcome. It was difficult, that was considered to be putting it lightly as he barely managed to pull through with half of the thing they where taught. Not even high class English schools taught him this. It was like the knowledge of the world was pushing him. The time at this academy would be hard but worth it, was what Fate hypothesised.

 

ooc// Thank you for the add. :D

Parker waited patiently in line. He had been directed by another student to the office, where he would supposedly be able to pick up his schedule, and dorm key. He didn’t bring much, as he didn’t own much, but a simple suitcase, a duffel bag, and a sling backpack had accompanied him across the world. Across the world, it was really a mind-boggling thought. Here he was, in JAPAN. On a scholarship. At a school for the gifted. The sheer realness of it all made him dizzy. The girl in front of him finally moved out of the way, and he leaned over the counter, his shirt tightening across his torso. It fit snugly, but still comfortable, like most of his clothes.

“Hello.” He said, smiling openly. “I am here to pick up a schedule? And my dorm information?” He shot the lady another smile, knowing all to well that she would smile back. People were predictable, that he knew. Normal people, anyways. Sober people, he thought with a grin. Five minutes later, he was walking out the door, heading towards the dorms. If he unpacked quickly, he would probably make it in time to get to English. Parker loved English; it was his favorite class. His black suitcase rolling behind him, he set off with an ever-present smile. The future was looking up for him.

 

The dorm Diary had been assigned to was a nice size, although to her dismay it was a space she'd probably have to share with another student. There were two beds, two dressers, a bookshelf, and a desk large enough for two people to study at the same time. And, now that she'd noticed, the already large closet had two bars on which to hang clothes.

The window in this particular dorm faced the East, and Diary didn't want to wake up particularly early every morning, so she placed her bags on the bed furthest from the window and started sorting everything out.

Hopefully, her roommate, whoever she was, wouldn't mind the strange quirks Diary had that she got picked on for in high school; it was annoying enough to hear the half-witted taunts five days a week, let alone having to live with them for the entire year.

 

Blue, finally out of her distracted state, walked to her dorm room and opened the door to find another resident in it as well. "Ah... a room mate!" She simply said somewhat stupidly as she walked over to her bed and placed her stuff down next to it. She looked over to the other girl to remember her physical traits.

Long black hair, blue eyes, pretty lanky, probably paler to me... surprisingly...' She began thinking to herself, beginning to daze off as she continued to stare. 'She's pretty short too...' Blue continued to think to herself, already distracted by the way the girl looks. She snapped back into reality a while later, a light blush finding itself on her cheeks again, and sat on her bed.

"Um... I'm Blue." She introduced herself and pulled off a sapphire colored ribbon out of her hair, out stretching her hand to be a 'greeting gift' to her new room mate. 'Might as well be nice since we'll probably be hanging together a lot.'

 

"Hey," the shorter of the two responded, with a small smile, "I'm Diary."

Surprised at the other girl's kindness, Diary took the ribbon from her hand delicately, not completely sure what to do with it. Even so, it was a nice gift, and made her wish she had something to give to the other girl in return.

"Thank you," she spoke, looking the ribbon over. "It's really pretty..."

She'd already finished putting her clothes away when Blue arrived, and was about to set up her side of the desk when she remembered something and turned to face the taller girl.

"Uhm, you're okay with that side, right? I'm fine either way..." she asked, turning back to the desk to plug her dead laptop in to the power strip hanging on the wall, among other things one would use on a desk.

 

"Yeah, I noticed the color of your eyes matched that ribbon." Blue simply informed with a perky smile. The taller of the two looked at the shorter one blankly, "Eh? My side? Yeah, it's fine..."

She looked at her side of the room to see which side she ended up with. 'I can't believe I forgot to see where I was sleeping...' She thought to herself with an amused look. 'Hm... window side. The sun'll wake me up in the morning.' She continued to think to herself and just stared at the window, transitioning into a daze almost instantly.

 

When Diary looked back in Blue's direction again, the taller girl seemed to have spaced out.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern touching her voice. The other girl was probably just tired or something.... Judging by her accent, she was definitely German, so she probably had a long trip, too.

 

Tapping her pencil, Aly finally looked up, studying her classmates. A few might be dangers, particularly the guys. Girls never really fought with her, they jjust went a different way. Guys would stand, if they had to. She almsot admired it, except they died for it, time after time. Walking away from the group, she passed a few guys she had seen in the math class. One had struggled, the other seemed almost dazed. Shaking her head, she passed them, going to her next class.