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@Sereechi----'kay

Why thank you, darling! Hopefully, I will not disapoint my goat companions (I guess ^^")

Ivy:

The unrelnting screech of her alarm woke Ivy up that morning, per usual. She angrily smashed the button to make the horrible noise cease, but missed a good two times, before hitting her mark. 'This is why I'm not in the archry program here', she thought bitterly, standing, and hurridly getting dressed. Usually she slept in until the last possible second and while it was great for her complexion, it was not the most relaxing routine.

She got everything she needed together, and booked it out the door, running to her locker, and throwing the thing open, so she could collect the rest of the materials. She had art first, and although it wasn't her best class, it wasn't one she skipped. That was reserved for the pointless subjects, like math, and science.

Mihael:

His morning was the complete oppisite of the rush Ivy was experiancing. He had gotten up early (Or, rather, not really been able to sleep in the first place), and was able to enjoy his morning at his own pace. He ate breakfast, made himself presentable, and walked into his music classroom, not really worried about his timing.

Once he saw his two other peers already inside, he simply sat down at a desk close to the back, and stared out the window, wondering if he should just up and ditch all together. But, considering that was what got him here in the first place (Along with the arson charge that no one could actually pin on him), he figured he didn't really want to be shipped off anywhere worse...

(( Yay for making people laugh! ^-^ ))

Nicholas:

He let out a scoff, as if Bacardi hadn't gone through a single year of school. He looked at Bacardi, as if to scan him with his eyes. Was this Bacardi guy an idiot? Nicholas had to suppress a groan. He hated idiots. The world was full of them, it seemed like Nicholas was the only sane human on earth. All the world needs is me, Nicholas always thought to himself, again thinking it once more. I've got my values. After a few minutes of silence, Nicholas finally replied, with a quiet, "Mm-hmm." 

Nicholas looked around him. Shoot. He'd forgotten to bring an amp. Great. Now, he needed to start some sort of conversation. Letting out a deep sigh, he looked at Bacardi, but didn't make any eye contact. "Do you know if there are any spare amps around? I kind of... ... Require one." He finally moved his eyes to the ground, again neglecting to maintain eye contact. 

Corvina:

She doodled on her paper, drawing little cartoons of nonsense. They were funny, if anybody bothered to look at them. But she didn't dare show them to anybody, only true work that she'd actually work for weeks, sometimes months on. She was... Well, embarrassed of her work that she doodled on. She'd only show them to a true friend, or somebody she knew she could definitely trust and make a forever friendship with. 

Bacardi

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, but the smirk soon vanished as the other boy walked silently in the room. He smiled at the new guy and turned back to the dude he was conversing with.

"Well, there's probably one in the closet. The one with the word "Amp" carved into it? Right behind ya." He took his lighter out-upon seeing the teacher walk out to get more sheet music from the Reg. School building-and flicked it on and off. He looked around and fingered a cigarette, considering smoking in the amount of time the teacher would be gone.

Jasper

"DANG IT I forgot my stupid sheet music homework is due today." She growled and stomped back to class. She nearly kicked a hole in the door and walked in, raising an eyebrow at Bacardi. Was he smoking again? Was that really smart? 

She threw her homework on the teacher's desk, nabbed her brother's cigarette for a puff, and smiled a brief "hello" to the other two boys. She looked at Mihael for a split second, tilted her head to the side, wondering where she saw him before, and just shrugged and turned on her heels. She was in such a hurry to get out, she tripped right over a girl with colorful hair (Ivy). 

"Oof!" She didn't catch herself. Fail.

Nicholas:

He didn't even say a simple 'Thanks'. He simply walked over to the closet and opened it up, quickly picking up the heavy thing and putting it by where he had left his violin. It was a funny sort of violin, with a deep blue color to it and with some holes on the side of it, meant for headphones and an amp. He plugged the amp into his violin, and played a few quick notes to check that he was in tune. He glared at the kid with the cigarette. Was the guy trying to give everybody else in the room lung cancer? 

"Would you *BLEEP!*-ing put that away?" Nicholas asked in a harsh tone, to Bacardi. "It reeks. Smoke on your own time." 

Ivy:

Slamming her locker, she began sprinting to her class room. She was going to be late, and have to deal with the teacher, and she didn't want to have to hear her talk to her again. But, all of a sudden, she was smashed into another girl who looked to be in as much of a hurry as she was. They collided, and she fell ontop of the other girl, making an ever so attractive grunting noise as she did so.

"Damn it," she groaned, only rolling off to the side of her, not wanting to stand back up, because of the effort that would end up taking "That hurt..."

Mihael:

He sat in the back, strumming and tuning his guitar. He ignored most of what was going on around him, simply listening to the words, and not looking at anyone, but, when one of the boys, Nicholas was his name he was pretty sure, started yelling at the other, he looked up, and simply rolled his eyes.

"Calm down. He's not going to kill you with one cigarett, so just relax... No need to disturb the peace," He said, still looking at the strings

Bacardi

He smiled and took a long drag before walking to the window and flicking the dead ashes outside. He looked quickly down at the other boy in the room-concern on his face.

"Sorry, did I get ashes on you?" He looked up at the other boy, stuck out his tongue, then directed his attention back to the peaceful guy next to him.

Jasper

"Oh, sorry..." She whispered, rubbing her arms and quickly standing up. "My fault..." She picked up all her stuff off the floor and looked back to see if they boys saw, but they seemed to be in a bit of a verbal smackdown. She sighed.

Mia: *made it to her locker and quickly opens it. She grabs her notebooks and hurries to her class. Which was art.*

Nicholas:

He narrowed his eyes, but said nothing else. All the world needs is you, Nicholas. Nobody else. He simply went back to warming up, playing a scale that seemed to go on forever, with the high notes a violin can reach. Finally, after playing the scale, he simply sat and waited for the teacher to get back.

The world is so pointless. Everybody is so ignorant to others. Why won't people just get out of my face and leave me alone? Nicholas chewed on his bottom lip, thinking about this. He hated the world- He honestly thought it was awful. No, he wasn't suicidal, he just hated people. All people were to him were noise. Noise, distractions, and drama. That's why he refrained from talking to people. He found no point in having friends, they just slow you down and get in your way. 

Bacardi

He smiled at the peacekeeper (Mihael) before walking up to Nicholas. "Sorry, should I have offered you a cigarette? You seem tense." Bacardi asked quietly in Nicholas's ear. He took a step back and smiled with a somewhat deviant glint in his eyes.

"Or not." He took a seat on the spinny chair next to the drums and spun around once before putting his elbows on his knees and puttin his chin in his hands.

Ivy:

She shrugged slighlty, standing back up, and brushing herself off. Nothing felt broken, and since the other girls body had broken her fall for the most part, she wasn't going to bruise too badly, if at all.
"It's fine, no worries," she says simply, "And, it was kinda my fault too, so, we're even." Looking to see what whats-her-face was looking at, she saw the boys in the music room, not paying any attention to the two of them. Not very ecxiting to look at...

Mihael:

He couldn't stop himself from cracking a grin at Bacardi's words. He was kind of a weird kid, but, not weird in a terrible way. Just in a eyebrow-raising, I wonder what is going through this kids head sort of way.
"Mind if I have one if you got any left?" he asked, gaze flicking, motioning to the cigratte, before casting it back down, "Haven't had one in ages."

Corvina:

She peered at the drawing of the girl next to her. It appeared to be an intricate expression of a bat. "That's quite the animal you have there," Corvina complimented the girl with a smile. "Very nice shading and detail you're putting into it. I like it." She smiled, putting away her doodles. "Bats are very... Underrated, aren't they? People think of them as gross. Of course, I'd never like to come in contact with a bat!" She made a grossed-out face. "But I do think they're lovely to look at." She smiled once more. 

Nicholas:

He jumped in surprise at the voice in his ear, then glared at Bacardi. "Smoking is for idiots who want to die early. Obviously you two don't have enough out of life." He gritted his teeth together. Now these guys were really starting to annoy him. He stood up. "I'm going to use the bathroom," he mumbled more to himself than to others. He walked out into the hallway and towards a bathroom. Once he got in, he let out a sigh, then smirked, holding up Bacardi's pack of cigarettes in his hand. He was an ace thief, able to sneak a hand into anybody's pocket. Throwing the pack into a toilet and flushing, Nicholas felt some sort of evilness in himself. He let out a short laugh, then stayed there for a few minutes, so it wouldn't seem suspicious for him to just go to the bathroom for five seconds. 

(( I gotta go, sorry. Good night, everyone! ^-^ I'll be on tomorrow. ))

OOC: okay, byeash!! <3

Bacardi

"Be my guest." He smiled and put a hand in his pocket, and a funny look came over his face. He looked in the other pocket-nothing. Comprehension dawned and he looked angry, but his face eased into a laugh. "Well, I guess I'm out. Oh well, I'll get him back sooner or later. Hey, what's your name, new guy?" He winced as the bell, right above them, rang loudly.

Jasper

"What? Oh, right. Well, sorry again.." She turned a light shade of red before turning on her heel to head to the lunchroom. Guess going out to the Archery fields to sing would have to wait.

As an afterthought, she turned and smiled at the girl with colorful hair that she didn't know. She could tell that there was something inside this girl that was worth getting to know. Something that she could relate to. "See you later?"

Myself:

Good bye! Come back soon!

Ivy:

The bell rand, and she swore, making another mad dash for the art room. The other girl said something to her, and she turned her head slightly, to look at her, and give her a small grin,
"Sure, why not? See ya~"
She got inside, and the stupid teacher seemed to be out of the room, making her life that much easier. No lecture for her! She sat down next to two girls she'd seen around before, and slowly took out her sketch book. Glancing at their drawings, she felt a little bit embarrased... Her work looked like stick figures next to these two...

Mihael:

"It's cool, no biggy..." He shrugged, and then looked up at the boy, making eye contact for the first time since he'd entered the classroom, "I'm Mihael. And you are?"
'Alright, let the social interactions begin...' he thought to himself in the back of his mind, and mentally prepared for the oncoming introductions that everyone had to go through.

Bacardi

He smiled, yet again. "I'm Bacardi, smoker extrordinare. Yeah, Bacardi, like the alcohol? Parents had a funny sense of humor. Anywho, want to go shoot some stuff with the Archery arrows? My sister has been dying to meet you, and she's usually at the fields." He looked innocent, but was thinking, Ha! I know she likes him. Time to get her back for the whipped cream prank. 

Jasper

She yawned and bought some apples and a Monster before jogging out of the lunchroom to the Archery fields to play some William Tell games with the friendly neighborhood bulls-eye targets. She smiled as she set up the apples.

Mihael:

He blinked, before shrugging, and placing his guitar down, so he could stand up.
"Why not?" he questioned, throwing the strap over his shoulder, so it would be easier to lug around, "I'd love to meet her. And, it's better then sitting in class and doing nothing, right?"
'Mihael, what are you doing? You hate social interactions. Why are you doing this to yourself?'  his innner concious yelled at him, but, he simply ignored it. Talking to one girl, what was the harm?