It's modern day Japan. Teenagers are all about fashion and trends now, among these are 14 teens who stand out from the rest. They are descended from the ancient greek gods.

gods/goddesses

Aphrodite ~ Blissful_Nightmares
Apollo ~ LilMissMollyPutz
Ares ~ LenGe
Artemis ~ Aerinn
Athena ~ Strawberry KitKat
Demeter ~ QueeniE*BEE
Dionysus ~ HaraMecheo
Hades ~ Aoi Kazuya
Hephaestus ~ PrincessKasumi
Hera ~ RainbowMuffinage
Hermes ~ Remaro
Hestia ~ BLACKllASH
Poseidon
Zeus ~ Cassidy Lebeau

None of them are aware of their abilities but at birth they all had a pattern imprinted into their skin, one that can be mistaken for a tattoo. They are all between the ages of 16 -18, until now their powers haven't risen up. There had been no danger up till now.

Each of them are part of a specific trend, each have their own style. Their views might clash, their personalities definitely will. But they will all have to rise to the occasion and put aside their differences to take down the opposition.

But what is the opposition? It's a new organization. On the outside they look like an everyday fashion industry. In reality, that is only a cover for their movements. They house demons. Demons that wreak havoc anywhere that they can within Japan.

Our goal? To keep this away from the public eye. If news that demons are attacking leaked out then the whole human population would be in an uproar, making it easier for demons to be born. They are born from the anger and sadness of others. Of regret and of deceit. Our goal is to keep them at bay, to keep them away from the public eye. To keep the peace.

THIS IS NOT A RIPOFF OF THE LIGHTENING THIEF (or whatever it's called)

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4. Be nice to each other, it's okay if your characters hate each other but be polite to one another please.
5. Cursing is allowed but try not to do it to much, this is a pg-13 site and a pg-16 roleplay
6. I don't know if this will even apply but no cybering please, we really don't need to read about that here...
7. Title your PMs "I want to Help Keep the Peace ~ (Insert god/goddess you are descended from)"
8. Insert a heart into your PM so I know you read the rules.
9. Have Fun~
10. I need this to be semi-lit to lit. Which means, though I know this is necessary sometimes, no one liners. They really annoy me.
11. Try to post at least twice a week, even then that's a stretch. If you really need it, ask me and I'll try to summarize what you miss for you.
12. Don't all go off into your own little worlds please XD I wanna try to keep everything in around the same time period so it doesn't all get mixed up.
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Character Name: Faye, Morgan Kumiko
Age: 18
I am descended from: Hermes
I look like:

Height: 5’10”
Weight: 128 lbs
Design of "tattoo": A pair of little wings with a snake winding around them. It’s on the right side of my right ankle, the tips of the wings reach all the way round though to touch each other.
What sort of person I am: I’m a fairly outgoing type of person. Needless to say, I find it hard to not be doing something so I’m either at school, with friends, running or helping out in mum’s shop. A busy life, but I’m happy with it! I’m not exactly loud, despite what others might say. I’ll only really be relaxed when I’m with people I’ve known for long enough, otherwise I’ll be a little bit quieter...Only a little bit. While I seem to be happy and cheerful, I do pride myself with cunning, I’m pretty good at working out how to get what I want, or how to get out of awkward situations. I’m always willing to give people a first chance, I’d be the first person to greet and chat with a new kid in school! While I’m not extraordinarily skilled at anything, I’m a well rounded student.
I am part of this trend/movement: Visual Kei
Bio: So I’m only half Japanese, on my mum’s side. My dad is an American business man, but he’s real sweet honest! To tell you the truth though, I know my dad isn’t my real dad. I overheard them talking about it one time, but they don’t know that I know yet so shhh! He married mum when I was about two years old I think so I’ve always called him Dad. I’ve grown up in the small house above my mum’s cafe/clothes shop and yes, her shop is where I get most of my outfits from. I work there actually, in my free time, when I’m not out running, doing other odd jobs, seeing friends...You get the idea. Did I mention I’m one of the fastest runners in school and in my area? Pretty cool hey? I have a relatively good social life and my grades at school are all fairly equal. I’m also quite sporty so you’ll see me always doing something, I can’t sit still very long.
Username: Remaro

Character Name: Alethea, Cale Allison
Age: 17
I am descended from: Athena
I look like:

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 128 lbs.
Design of "tattoo": Cale has a sword on her back, the hilt starting at the base of her skull and the blade ending in the middle of her back. It was done in a pale gold color, so that its only visible if you know where it is or if the sun hits it right.
What sort of person I am: Cale is a very wise, mature girl, able to make strong decisions by herself no matter how hard they are for her to fulfill. She has a rather short temper, so watch out! Cale has amazing control over her body. She's training to be a lawyer- and it definetely shows.
I am part of this trend/movement: Visual kei
Bio: Cale grew up with her mother, since her father passed away when Cale was very young. They travelled a lot, since Cale's mother was a very important business figure in her corporation. As soon as Cale turned 12, she was pretty much on her own, since her mother started leaving her home. Of course, there was always a maid or two around to help take care of Cale, but other then that she had nothing by the way of a parental figure. She modelled herself after her mother, since that was the only role model of any kind for Cale, but has started to loosen up as she gets older.
Username: strawberry kitkat

Character Name: Kinmizu, Serena Aoiyazu
Age:17
I am descended from: Poseidon
I look like:
With blue tinted hair and eyes
cosplay clothes
Height: 5' 6"
Design of "tattoo": {Inside Right Arm}
What sort of person I am: Moody, but fun. Moods change like a sea; smooth and peaceful one minute-violent and agitated the next, but she has learned control most of the time.
I am part of this trend/movement: Cosplayer
Bio: Serena's parents are big-business owners, She never got to spend much time with them. She grew up with a nanny who read her the latest manga updates and other shojo gossip. She became overly interested in manga and anime, so much a friend called her an Otaku. She heard about Anime conventions and was introduced to cosplaying. Now where ever she goes, she is dressed in her latest costume, handmade and paid for by her parents large load of income. She has been in a private high school, but has, to her upset, been placed in a public school for her senior year.
Username: Lady_Xanthe

Character Name: Kuroki, Ran
Age: 18
I am descended from: Demeter
I look like:

Height: 5’’7’
Weight: 59kg
Design of "tattoo": Sakura on her right hip
What sort of person I am: Friendly, active, and caring I strive to do the best I can and treat others with respect no matter who they are (but I do demand that the same respect is shown toward me). My friends tend to describe me as an independent and self-motivating.
I am part of this trend/movement: Steampunk Ex1 EX2 Casual
Bio: Ran was born to a Japanese father and African American in Kyoto, which is where she lived until she quite high school after her junior year. After that she decided to strike out on her own and moved to Tokyo. It wasn’t easy at first and she lived on the streets for a while but all that changed when she meet Mori, a guy who owned a small alternative clothing store in Harajuku. They met in a CyberCafe she was staying at the day and hit it off real well, which lead to him hiring her as an employer at his store. Mori himself is an avid fan of Steampunk and he tends to make a lot of the accessories himself which is where Ran got into the style. Since the business was so small he couldn’t afford to pay her so he let her stay in the apartment upstairs as long as she went back to finish school. Now she is in her senior year of high school.
Username: QueeniE*BEE

Character Name: Aiko, Kei Sachi
Age: 17
I am descended from: Aphrodite
I look like:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 108
Design of "tattoo": Almost right on on my collar bone it shows whether or not I wear a low-cut shirt. It's a perfectly-shaped valentine's heart with a swan right in front. The swan is silver and the heart is red.
What sort of person I am: I am generally sweet and reserved, I am not troubled or "emo" as Westerners would put it. I have no fetishes but I love the "broken dolly" look. I am smart and I try to keep my grades up but sometimes it just doesn't happen. I love to flirt especially when in full Loli dress (but not with creepy old men). I love that unattainable feeling.
I am part of this trend/movement: Guro Lolita AKA Injured Lolita or Horror Lolita
Bio: Let's start with my name, yes? Kei my first name means rapture or reverence it is about the only one that fits. My parents have always spoiled me and I've always seemed to attract male attention. My middle name is Sachi which means child of joy. I'm not really a bubbly type person, at least I think so. My mother thinks there is something off about me due to the fact that I'm not just Lolita I'm Guro Lolita (not to be confused with Guro-Lolita which is ick). I've always been sweet but not truly innocent if you get my drift back to that male attention thing! My parents worry incessantly about me due to what I'm into but they see enough of it to used to it I would think! I was born in lovely Tokyo, my mother is a stay-at-home and my father works for a big corporation. I have one sibling and Kyoko is a good girl she is better at school, better at sports and much better at being "normal". Anywho! Kyoko is only my half-sister my father was married once but his first wife died in child birth. I came along later.
Username: Blissful_Nightmares

Character Name: Juni, Autumn Sjati
Age: 16
I am descended from: Apollo
I look like:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 98 lbs
Design of "tattoo": On the back of her neck.
What sort of person I am: I am shy but very sexy, usually silently flirting with any boys I find of intrest. I seem sweet but I have a certain "fire" to me that seems to warm up the presence of a room in the good way.
I am part of this trend/movement: Casual Lolita (Sweet but normalish)
Bio: She was born at the peak of the sun's rise and her mark was instantly noticed. Because it was so noticalbe she started to wear her hair long so most wouldn't see her mark. She didn't want to choose a style to go with so she just went with casual lolita. It matched her sweet features but let her keep with her unique sense of style. Being the case she did end up fitting in with most other styles making the casual part even more accepted.
Username: LilMissMollyPutz

Character Name: Lucy Sandra Evergreen
Age:16
I am descended from: Hestia
I look like:

Height:5'5"
Weight:120lb
Design of "tattoo":
Located on the back of her neck.

What sort of person I am: I am the type of person who mainly likes to keep to myself. I like to have a few friends and keep life simple. Even though some people call me a total sweetheart, I guess I can agree with that. With almost everything I am optimistic and try my best to not anger people. Mostly because I get the worst guilt trip.
I am part of this trend/movement: Hipster
Bio: Lucy was born in a normal family. At the age of seven, her father left on military business. He was stationed in Korea, but sadly he died in a bar fight. He being in between two people who started a fight. Even with the loss, her family stayed together. Recently though, Lucy's mother has gotten very ill and is living in the hospital. Lucy was to work multiple jobs in order to pay the bills. Her grades have been servery slipping from the extra work and over exhausting herself. Lucy has bumped herself down from fifth in class rank, all the way down to thirty, and still going.. Still, Lucy finds her sanctuary in her music. During any possible free time, she listens to it.
Username:BLACKllASH

Character Name: Stoneson, Skye Wendy
Age: 17
I am descended from: Hera
I look like:
Height: 5"6
Weight: It varies. A lot. ^___^
Design of "tattoo": A small heart (♥) on her wrist
What sort of person I am: Rebelious sometimes, usually quiet, shy, likes to keep herself to herself, obsessed with romance.
I am part of this trend/movement: Emo (I can totally change it if you don't like it. )
Bio: Well, I'm originally from Tenassee, America but my Mom remarried a lot. We don't exactly see eye to eye, if you know what I mean. SHE thinks it's fine for us to move from place to place every year, I disagree. I mean, not that the five star accomadation and the 24/7 maid service isn't nice, but I'd rather stay with my friends, even if it means giving up the luxuries. Mom always marries rich dudes, go figure. So, when she married this Asian inventor, of course, she insisted on us moving to Japan to live with him. I've been here for about three months and, to be honest, this place is pretty cool. We got an apartment in Tokyo and, okay so it's not the hugest place we've stayed, but it's kinda . . . nice. Home-ish.
Username: RainbowMuffinage

Character Name: Kou,Kajitsushu (Kajit-Nickname)
Age: 16
I am descended from: Dionysus
I look like:
Height: 5'0
Weight: A Lady Never Tells!
Design of "tattoo": A grape vine that grows from my right sholder across my back,and then around my neck.
What sort of person I am:I consider myself moody,fun,creative,weird,and the black sheep of my family.I also have a short temper.Beware!
I am part of this trend/movement: Decora,(Aoi's ex3)
Bio: She never felt like a normal girl,and she loved it.Her parents were allways telling her to 'calm down' and telling each other she would.She didn't play well with the other kids,unless they got along with her.But as she grew up,she 'calmed down' a little,in frount of her parents.With her friends,she stayed the same and tried her hardest not to change.Instead of her old hand-me-downs,she began to make her own outfits.They turned out decora style.At least,a much more toned down kind...no Pikachu's anywhere in sight.
Username: HaraMecheo

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Character Name: Kimura, Kou Bel
Age: 16
I am descended from: Hades
I look like:

((I'm being lazy so I'm gonna use Belphegor's picture ^^))
Height: 6'0"
Design of "tattoo":

((this is wrapped around his left shoulder))
What sort of person I am: Me? Why I'm just a sweet little boy. Mm...if you don't give me any trouble then I won't bother you. Screw with either me or my friends and don't be surprised to find yourself chained up and stuffed in a box being flown to Antarctica. And that's only if I'm in a good mood.
I guess some people would say I'm sadistic? I don't really know why but, eh, everyone has their own view on things I suppose. I'd say I'm pretty laidback to the extent where I don't care much about things. Like finishing this for example...moving on...
I am part of this trend/movement: Visual Kei
Bio: Mm...I'm an orphan. And before you get all teary eyed and start pitying me let me tell you this. I. Don't. Care. I've never known my actual birth parents, for all I know they could be alive, not my problem. Anyway, I've been living with my current family for the past, eh, 4 years, give or take a month or two. It's the typical, oh you poor thing why don't you come home with us story. This is where I would generally start making gagging sounds. I tend to spend most of my time away from the family, you know, the whole smothering thing gets to be a bit much sometimes.
I suppose it was around the time they adopted me that I picked up on my current style. I've been a sort of follower since. It's fun to dress up every now and again but going a bit casual isn't to bad either. About my other exploits...a little spilled blood here or there never hurt anyone.
Username: Aoi Kazuya

Character Name: Adrian 'Akira' Lampros
Age: 17
I am descended from: Ares
I look like:

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 52 kg
Design of "tattoo": The chinese character for peace over my heart.
What sort of person I am:In front of my foster parents, I'm an ideal son. Away from their supervision, I can be myself. Sometimes I can be foulmouthed and violent but it depends on how you insult me. My fighting is described as unpredictable violence and I enjoy it when people fear me. No one that has seen my second nature ever trusts me for a good reason. I don't fight dirty and look down on people who use cheap tricks to foul me.
I am part of this trend/movement: bosozoku; but not full out.
Bio: Akira is a full blooded Greek boy. His parents died when he was six so he moved in with his aunt who was married to a Japanese guy and was living in Japan. In an effort to please his guardians, Akira studied his ass off. Soon enough, he gradually worked his way into a more easier schedule. At home he helped around,did homework and studied. At school, he ditched classes and picked fights. When the teacher's complain and threaten to tell his parents, he'd blackmail them. His grades are perfect since his test scores and homework are always correct and the teacher overlooks his classwork. Akira has never joined a specific gang but rather coasts along from group to group. He is accepted everywhere due to the fact that he helps out any gangs that approach him to back up their fights.
Akira is a first year at his high school but by the end of the first semester, he bested all the seniors and is now his high school's renowned banchou. Akira gets jealous easily and he will beat any guy that dates his crush. Also goes through great pains to make sure his parents don't see a hint of his...afterschool activities. His favorite things to do are fighting, improving his motorcycle(which he keeps in a friend's garage),being near his crush and playing with his labrador.
He carries around a duffel bag to store his clothes as he changes between two sets; one for his alter ego and one for his parents.
Username: LenGe

Character Name: Rakurai, Minato “Daken”
Age: 17
I am descended from: Zeus
I look like:

Height: 6’0”
Weight: 157
Design of "tattoo": A thin, faint thunderbolt spirals around his right arm. It starts at the top of his shoulder and stops at the beginning of his wrist
What sort of person I am: Minato is generally a quiet person when it comes down most circumstances. He will occasionally speak his mind when the situation calls for it. He doesn’t like being around cocky people, the arrogance is very irksome in his opinion. Crowded places aren’t his general venue, so he tends to avoid them all together when possible. He can be sharp-tongued when angry and will lash out if pushed too far.
I am part of this trend/movement: Punk
Bio: Minato’s mother was in her mid twenties when she met his biological father. After she found out she was pregnant, she told his father, but they got into a massive argument over what they would do, so he left her alone. In the next few years, his mother stayed out of relationships, first because she still loved Minato’s father, but also she wanted to focus on raising him. She raised him with manners, which occasionally he threw away when he felt alone. He would always ask his mother who his father was and what he did for a living, but all she would say was that he was a pilot who’d always kept his head in the clouds. It was from this that he aspired to be like his dad and study anything that had to do with space. The kids who had both of the parents in the neighborhood and school would call him “Daken” which meant “bastard dog or mongrel” more appropriately. They would also make more jokes about the birthmark on his arm, which was shaped like a lightning bolt. He is currently working at a skating rink, which isn’t too crowded.
Username: Cassidy Lebeau

Character Name: Mayonaka, Kyohaku
Age: 17
I am descended from: Artemis
I look like:

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 61.7 kg
Design of "tattoo":

It's located on his right breast area.
What sort of person I am: If he were asked this question, he'd probably say "Wouldn't it be better to find out for yourself?" Kyohaku (who also goes by Kyo or Haku) is rather skilled at talking and thinking on his feet, allowing him to salvage virtually any situation. His family is not rich, but prominent and powerful people are familiar with him for his wit and cunning. He is easy-going and self-controlled, making many people overestimate his age. Despite his social skills, he enjoys spending time alone, and usually finds this sanctuary at night.
I am part of this trend/movement: Casual/ casual luxury
Bio: Oh, my biography? Well, I'm quite flattered that you ask, though I'm sure to disappoint you with such a dull story. My father is a computer programmer for a software company. He's quite the average man: nothing about him is too outrageous or extraordinary. My mother owns a thrift store in the city, where I tend to go for much of my clothing. The clothes don't make the person-- rather, I'd like to think of it the other way around. Her store has a wide array of clothing, and I use much of it and alter it to my liking. Haha, you wouldn't think a "man" would do that sort of thing, huh? Well, why fall under stereotypes? Life's less predictable without them. I also tend to not overexert myself physically, though some say I am quite the athlete.
Username: Aerinn

Character Name: Sengoku, Haru Jin
Age: 17
I am descended from: Hephaestus
I look like:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 134 lbs
Design of "tattoo": a small anvil on fire in my mouth on my tongue.
What sort of person I am: Slightly moody, mostly quiet, easily annoyed and defiant
I am part of this trend/movement: Emo
Bio: My body was weak at birth, causing my parents to baby me and treat me like a kid. Sure it was nice at first but... okay it's still nice but it's starting to get annoying. One day, at the age of 11, on the way home from soccer practice with friends. Of course, my parents were driving, we were on our way from a game when they embarrassed me for the last time. I can't remember exactly what happened but I ended up in the hospital, I couldn't remember a thing and it scared the shit out of me. Even more so when I found out I couldn't walk. I've been in a car accident. As time went by, and circumstances changed, they approved me for learning to walk again. I won't be able to soccer anymore, my legs will be too weak. I'm going to have to walk around with a crutch or leg braces. A wheelchair was not a option for me.
Username: PrincessKasumi

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So here are the trends/movements that you can be a part of ((along with my own comments XD)):

Decora: ((omg the horror XD I don't like this style at all but *shrug* to each their own I suppose, I know some friends who love this though :sweat:)) Decora definition ex1 ex2 ex3

Lolita ((I'm not even gonna bother splitting this into subgroups :sweat: but I adore the gothic lolita ^^)): Lolita definition ex1 ex2 ex3

Angeler ((it's an okay style, I've met one or two of them before, not really my style)): Takuya Angel official website ex1 ex2 ex3

((Okay I've gotten three people for this trend/movement. Unless you give me a good reason (ex: I like it and can give you an example of some bands that I listen to and describe the style) don't bother putting it in. Unless you put a specific subgroup.)) Visual-Kei ((my all time favorite :heart:)): Visual Kei definition ex1 ex2 ex3

To keep in mind:
If you choose Lolita please specify which subgroup of Lolita
For visual-kei, there are also subgroups. An example would be An Cafe, which is more of an oshare kei band.

If you would like to be in a different trend that I didn't mention, go right ahead. These are only the ones I could think of off the top of my head ^^

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Uhm, apparently I've been turned into a co-owner of this thread... I'm kinda new at this and consequently don't know what the heck I'm supposed to be doing with this post. *puts thread subscription* Hm. Yes. So, uh... feel free to PM me, though I probably won't be able to answer... I probably will need more help than I can give.
*cries* I'm such a forum newb. T_T

Five more people! T - T maybe I should go ask some people to join? Could you guys help? I really want to start the roleplay but I want to get a full cast beforehand >.>

I could probably make some banners...

If you want that would be nice, but please refrain from posting in here love XD I should really make the OOC thread huh?

Classes and stuff:
16 year olds are in year 2, you can pick which class.
17 year olds are in year 3, you can pick which class.
18 year olds are in year 4, you can pick which class.
The only exceptions would be if your character got left back and then they wouldn't be in either A class or B class, they'd be in C class or D class.

OOC Thread
I actually made one~ yay~

I'm not sure if this counts as double posting but I seriously hope not or I'll be in some serious trouble...anyway, it's finally time! The moment you've all been waiting for!


((I take no credit for this picture, I just thought it was cute and wanted to use it ^^
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I peered cautiously around the corner of the building I had taken refuge behind. A group of about five or so boys ran past, all of them carrying a weapon of some sort. I quickly pulled my head back as one of the boys suddenly slowed and turned around to check something behind him. Without bothering to wait and see if he had spotted me I quickly scaled the fire escape hanging above my head. It was easy work.

Anyway, you must be wondering how I even got myself into this situation, well you see, I was heading to school like a good boy should when I saw the previously mentioned group of boys. I guess you could call them men, they were definitely older then me either way. I wasn't actually going to do anything, really I wasn't. Yet as I walked past the person, I assume he was the leader of the group, decided to try and trip me. Or something along those lines. So he stuck his leg out and I stepped lightly over it, I might not pay attention in class, but that doesn't mean my grades are below passing. Which is another way of saying, I'm not stupid. This somehow pissed him off and he grabbed my shoulder.

Rule number one: You don't touch me without permission.

I react badly to things like that. I had seen a few unprofessionally hidden knives in the pockets of some of the other men among other things and knew they were probably in a gang or something, so I felt pretty much justified in slipping one of my own knives out of my sleeve and jabbing backwards into the others stomach. Nothing personal, he just hadn't followed rule number one is all.

Who knew he would go down after just one slice? Anyway this managed to piss off the rest of the group and I just legged it out of there. They must be pretty new though, I've managed to lead them in a few circles already and they don't seem to notice anything. Ah, there they are now. I watched with a slightly amused smile as they rounded the corner and started overturning the garbage cans below, not noticing all the "water" they were spilling. Really, amateurs were no fun. I whistled to catch their attention and waved, "Hello there loves." I greeted them and then held up a lighter, "And goodbye." I grinned and clicked it on before dropping it to their level where the lighter fluid they had so carelessly got on themselves instantly burst into flames. Their screams of terror, pain, and the like filled the air. I chuckled to myself again and then disappeared into the building from the closest window. I still had a school to attend after all. Anyway, I didn't want to be around when the building itself caught on fire and the police showed up.

The morning was just like any other for Lucy. Wake up after getting just a mere two or three hours of sleep, then rush to get ready. This morning though, she felt sick, and just plain over tired. It happened quiet a lot with her job hours. Lucy comprehended not going to school today. She would only miss maybe a few lessons... Maybe a quiz or test.. Hell, not like she would pass them any how. With much protest from her body, Lucy got up. She turned her music on, and hoped in the shower. Groggily washing her hair. The soup in her eye sure did the thing to wake her.. and probably blind her at the same time. Though, as always Lucy blamed herself for the small slip up. She could feel her body just screaming from being so warn out. At least she was off of work for that day. After school, maybe she would just sleep. Any how, she got out of the shower and got ready the rest of the way. Throwing on her clean uniform and doing up any and all attachments. She finished up by brushing her blown dry hair, some light make up and all that other good stuff.

Though she smelt something different coming up into her bathroom window. The Fire Alarms in the other building started to go off also. Quickly, Lucy made her way out, taking her usual school things. Fires were usually no big deal since they were put out pretty fast. She left outside and walked to school. Checking the time on her watch every now and then. Lucy did not have a cell phone, and even her ipod was a dinosaur. The first one to ever come out in fact. She switched the songs out every week of so. Now though, kanashimi twilight blasted into her ears.

The sound of laughter floated from the TV as the comedian duo,Hannya,finished there skit. The laughter was interrupted by a crunch as a bit into my apple, the sour taste filling my mouth and making my lips pucker. Finishing it I stood up and made my way to the TV turning it off and grabbing my school bag before heading out of the door and down the stairs into Mori shop, The Rotating House. Now don't ask me why he name it that because I have no clue and everytime I ask he just shrugs his shoulders and gives me that oblivious smile of his.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, which was right next to the registers which was toward the very back of the shop, I turned left and made my way into the back of the shop, where Mori lived. Drawing back the black shoji doors,the looked out of place in the shop but that was just how Mori was,I heard him puttering around in the kitchen. Digging into my jacket pocket I polled out my vintage pocket-watch and clicked it open. Seeing the time I called out "Mori-san I'm leaving for school now!" and was about to turn when I saw a head poke out,some his dark auburn dreads falling into his face from the bun on top of his head "Don't forget this" he called with a grin, hazel eyes sparkling, throwing a wrapped package at me before disappearing back inside the kitchen "And don't forget that you have to work today!" Rolling my eyes I grunted an affirmative before walking out of the shop and onto the busy streets of Harajuku.

Taking in a deep breath I dug threw my bag pulling out an MP3 and specially made headphones to drown at the sound of blasting horns and chattering people on the way to school.

As I took my ZEN from the side pocket of my black backpack I started to get ready for school. I knew I was going to be late today so there was no hurry as I put my uniform on. I took my fradora, that I had made to match the outfit, and let it fall sideways on my head. I hated the uniform naturally but I did have small tidbits to make it atleast worth wild a little bit. I yawned as I walked outside to see police and fire trucks zoom down the road. I figured it would be intresting to see it but I was already late for being to school. I headed off in the opposite direction with a slight jog, the sirens not even penetrate the headphones that were currently at full blast.

Annoyed by the sounds that did penetrate my sound barrior, also known as the two loud talking of other students, I turned the safety volume off. I hated the sounds of school in the morning before the bell actually rang. Everyone was talking over eachother, trying to have their conversation heard by the others just for the attention. Although my group wasn't much better I didn't talk before school so that I could actually wake up before I had a headache, I saved that for school.

With a sigh I heard the late bell and everyone started to run forwards to my first class, which was on the complete other side of the school I might add. I hated to be late but than I realized that the bell was the pre-late bell. I still ran but I was at a brisk jog more that a run I would say. Without realizing it I walked in and sat down calmly, not even one person looked at me as the bell rang just when I walked in. I felt lucky that I wasn't late but it was a close call for sure.

(( :sweat: I don't know if I didn't type it or something, but I typed that it was an abandoned building...

EDIT:: Oh my bad, I didn't type it. Yea it was supposed to be an abandoned building...so yea...please edit?

EDIT2:: and what do you mean by "he screamed bad juju"?

EDIT3: : I feel retarded, nevermind the edit2.))

((I said building next door to her, so I'm fine^^ xD))

The walk to school was uneventful as usual, except for the firetruck the rushed past down the street, but it was one before I could fully register it. Yawning I entered the school gates and into the tall building. For the most part I didn't really have friends at the school since I just started this year and most people have been in the same classes since freshman year. It was kinda lonely being by myself but it was partially my fault to since I haven't tried to make friends. Thankfully I have become friends with the people that come to the shop so it isn't that lonely outside of school but inside, well it didn't really go to good. Walking up a flight of stairs I finally got to my classroom, Room 4-C. Sliding the door open I walked in and sat in my assigned desk in the last row next to the window overlooking the courtyard, fifth from the front. Brushing my long dark brown hair from my eyes I looked around seeing some of my classmates were sleeping, others studying, a gaggle of girls were toward the front gossiping over the new Johnny's group that was to debut.

The exact same things over and over again. Day in and day out. I was kinda sick of it.

Nothing ever exciting seems to happen around here and when I moved here in the first place I was not expecting to be right back in school. However...squinting my eyes a could barely see the plume of smoke that rose into the sky from the fire. "Hmmm. I hope no one got hurt." I mumbled before taking the sketch pad from my bag, beginning to work on some new designs for the shop.

[[My last post for the night.]]

"Cale, are you ready?!?"

I stiffled a groan as I finished clipping my hair up- ah, good old mom. I stood and slid my feet into my nifty buckle boots that conveniently zipped up the back for when I was in a rush. "Mom, you can leave," I called out. "I'm walking to school." I heard my mother shout something that probably meant Ok, whatever, I'll see you at dinner time, lock the door behind you, but I was never too sure. She very well may have been telling me that the cat was dead.

The firetruck had whizzed past the house as I opened the front door- I stared for a second, deciding if I was really going to take the time to care or not.

Might as well just go to school, Cale. You'd just get in the way anyways, and mother will kick you're petite butt into the next century if you miss you're AP Chem class.

Another groan. I wasn't ready for school today- it seemed that was happening more often nowadays. Binder in hand, I walked down the porch steps and headed towards the school, praying that he was already gone-

"Hey, Cale!"

Oh, the joy I felt when Brett Aiko came up to me. "What do you want," I asked flatly, grey eyes focused on his brown ones. (I'm not one to discriminate on eye color, but his were the ugliest brown eyes I had ever seen. I mean, seriously gross.) He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by lifting one gloved hand into the air. "Wait, I forgot, I don't care." With that, I turned abruptly on my heel and began heading towards school again. If there was one thing I learned from going to Mother's work when I was a child, it was how to be a little b word. Especially to people I didn't like.

"Wait, Cale, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out Friday night or something," he said, catching up with me. Oh, he was a persistant one. "There's a party at Jord's house and-"

"No," I said abruptly, still walking. He began to whine; I spun around, almost causing a collision. "I said, no." He frowned severely, and I groaned internally; we were going to be here for a while.

[[AHM. Hope that's okay? If not I can change it.]]

Haru Jin Sengoku shifted under the covers of his bed. He couldn't stay asleep any more, yet he tried to. Eventually he gave up and swung his legs out of the bed, stretching his arms. He got out of the bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, once he was done he went right to the fogged mirror and wiped a small circle so he could hisself, resting his arms on the countertop to take the pressure off his legs. Soon Haru started to rake his hands through his hair to get that messy hair that said I woke up like this. Haru's shoulders slumped after he wrapped a soft white towel around his waist.

He left the bathroom with a tooth brush in his mouth. Brushing his teeth while he looked for his clothes to put on. He grudgingly put on the school uniform, and slipped on a black hoodie. He'd be damned if they said a word about it. Walking back in the bathroom he put the towel up and put on deoderant, followed by spitting out what was in his mouth and rinsing it. His grey eyes creep back up to the mirror to look at himself. "OH! A FIRE DOWN THE STREET!" Someone yelled from downstairs, he quirked a brow, but quickly ignored it. He left the bathroom to grab, and slip on his backpack.

Haru grabbed one of his crutches, it was a test to see how well he could do with only one. Fatigue soon creeped up on him, and he had to sit down for abit. Damn it all to hell... he rose up from the bed and gingerly walked down the steps, having to stop every now and then. "Hurry you don't want to be late to school! And be care, there's a fire." His mother said, as Haru looked around to if his Dad already left for work; he has. "How can I hurry like THIS?" He snapped back, gesturing with his free hand at himself, and left the house. The door slamming loudly behind him.

Haru sighed and looked up to smoke coming off a building in the distance, what happened now? He mumbled as he slipped his hoodie on. He was so tired, he barely got any sleep. And the little he did get was interrupted by blood curdling screams, which made him slightly uncomfortable by how he felt by it. Shaking his head, he hummed his favorite song as he walked to school with his crutch, ignoring everyone.

Akira kissed his aunt and waved a respectful good-bye to his uncle before he went out the door on the way to school. The boy's appearance was neat; clean formal clothes that would be too stiff for anyone who went to the public high school he attended. Of course, Akira could've gotten into better secondary schools with his exam scores but this was the one with a decent delinquent population and he wanted some fun during his 'golden youth.' He'll go to the best college to make up for going to this one. Walking through the city, Akira discreetly slipped into a thin and dirty one way alley to change his clothes. Inside his supposed ‘basketball club’ duffel bag, Akira pulled out a leather jacket, construction worker pants and shirt. He took off his clothes and changed, folding the first pair neatly away to avoid wrinkling it. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Akira ran his hand through his hair quickly to destroy its perfectly combed appearance. Akira strode out with a haughty air. Today was a good day so he might not even go pick a fight with anyone. Getting into the infamous 9-B, which was known for it’s troublemakers, Akira slid into his seat and put up his feet on his desk. The class’s teacher was in the hospital for certain injuries that the school had no idea was connected to one of its students. The subs that did manage to come were a cowardly bunch that left after one day; today’s sub was late but all the better. A few of Akira’s classmates shuffled through the doors with a dejected look. Their jackets and gelled hairstyles were singed and charred. Akira snickered at their humiliation before taking on a sneering look. “Was it another school?”
The boys shook their heads. “A student here, Kimura,” said one softly while staring at his worn sneakers. Akira tilted his head. Kimura? He had heard that name before but he forgot where. “Well, anyhow, he fought with fire instead of his fists and that’s dirty,” said Akira with a nod as he slid his feet off the desk to stand. “I’ll find him later and get revenge for you wimps but you owe me.” Extending his hands, Akira pretended to count off his fingers. “5,000 yen, and that’s with discount.”
The punks nodded and retreated as Akira went out to the school halls to do some searching. His attendance and grades were already set as perfect by his lackeys anyways.

((I edited my post in case you want to reread it, tell me if it's ok))

She pulled herself out of bed the caramel strands of her hair hanging around her face. Looking at herself in the mirror the girl noticed a red spot on her cheek. She grinned and rubbed off the last bit of fake blood. she'd been in full Lolita dress last night. She hadn't quite gotten all the make-up apparently. Kei brushed on some foundation to hide the myriad of reddish smudges still on her face.

She grabbed a pair of ribbons. Habits were hard to break. She pulled the long strands up on either side of her face to create a pair of pigtails. After changind into her uniform Kie was sure there was something missing. The bandages she used last night were still good. "Wonder if I can get out of P.E. by wearing those?" The girl mused to herself. And it was still a way to hint at what she liked. Kei looked sadly at the frilly Victorian-style white dresses hanging in her closet. Darn, uniforms. Kei grabbed one of the pure white bandages and stuffed it in her bag.

She shot past Kyoko on the steps. The other girl laughed. "In a hurry, Kei-chan?" Kei waved at her half-sister,. "See you after school. Don't let Mom throw away one of my dresses again!" She called over her shoulder. She was late. But then she'd been roaming the streets last night with a few of her friends. Kei hurried past a fire that had apparently been started earlier. Well, technically it was just a few firetrucks.

When she got there it was apparent once again how late she was. Kei put a hand to the wall and took a deep shaky breath. But it was apparent that Kei wasn't the only one roaming the halls. Her brown eyes widened surprised to see someone else out of class. But then as it registered who exactly he was Kei's surprise vanished. "Hello" Kei greeted sweetly with a flutter of her lashes. "I see I'm not the only one late" It was automatic now, if it was human and it was male Kei was going to flirt with it no matter what they looked like. Or in this case, what their reputation was.

Skye tossed and turned as she wrestled with the nightmare that was clouding her dreams. She was in a field, wearing a white wedding dress. She looked around, getting more and more distraught for no apparent reason. Skye sat up, quickly, her eyes flashing open. A thin layer of cold swear coated her skin. She looked around the small room and heard her newest step-father pacing up and down the living room of their small appartment. His footsteps, loud and deep, almost shook the floor. Skye yawned as she got out of her bed and stood up. She stood there, in a daze-like trance and then collapsed back onto her bed. Her mother came into the room then, all smiles and flowery perfume, wearing some kind of business suit for a change. She opened the curtains, a flow of golden sunlight pouring into the room, and stroked Skye's hair.

"Morning, honey." she said, her dimples showing up as she smiled. "Sleep well ?"

"Meh." was Skye's responce. She'd slept better in hotel rooms.

Her mother frowned. "Are you feeling okay ?" she asked, her voice hinting concern.

"Mom, I'm fine." Skye said, pushing her Mom's hand away. The woman wasn't convinced.

"You look kinda pale." she said as she placed her hand on Skye's forehead. "Do you feel alright ?"

Skye groaned as she dived back under her covers. "If you think I'm sick, don't make me go to school." she pleaded. "I don't wanna do the whole 'new-girl-from-across-the-globe' thing today. I'm too tired."

Her mother stared at her, the concern now touching her eyes. Skye looked up and, for the first time, took in her mother's unusual appearance.

"Mom," she spoke intoher covers, trying to muffle the freaked-out-ness in her voice. "What the hell are you wearing ?"

"Oh, Kai's invited me to go to a meeting with him today." she said, blushing. "He says he wants my opinion on any important decisions he makes so he wants me to help him out."

Skye stared at her.

"Mom, you can barely work the microwave." Skye stated.

"But-" her mother put up a hand. "The point is, I don't want you to stay home on your own. So, I'll go tell him you're sick and he'll just have to go without me."

"Mom," Skye groaned. "You want to go, so go. I'll be fine on my own."

Her mother looked back at her, weighing up her options.

"Well . . . . . " she pondered. "Okay, fine. Just don't break anything !" she said as she walked towards the door. "We'll be back at about six tonight, there's some stuff in the freezer for dinner, okay ?"

Skye raised a hand and grunted, enough of a responce to make her mother leave the room.

"Bye, honey !" her mother called back before slamming the front door of the appartment.

Skye sighed and flipped on her iPod Docing Station, which proceeded to play YouTube - Rise Against - Paper Wings. She attempted to get up again, holding onto her bedside table for support as she walked towards the window of her room. She had the room with the fire escape parked up on the outside wall, as insisted by her Mom, "in case of emergancies", as she had put it. Skye hadn't bothered to protest, she liked the view. She opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape, wearing her sweats and a Paramore t-shirt. She sat on the side of the fire escape as she watched the fire trucks go past and a few other people in the building peering out of their windows to see what was going on.

Nothing eventful happened that morning. Well, nothing that extremely surprised her anyway. As per usual she had woken up early, so by the time her parents had both risen, she was already sitting at the small kitchen table, scooping the last remains of her cereal quickly into her mouth.
"Morgan honey, your father and I are going out this evening so the shop'll be closed, same with the cafe. You'll have the night off now, if that's alright" Her mother called as she bustled around, trying to find her warm jacket, the one she always wore when working. Morgan nodded with a pleasant smile on her face. She was used to her parents springing random events on her or giving her time off for no reason. It just meant she would have more time to do other things. Well, Morgan was pretty good at managing her time anyway, she had never really been late with anything.

Glancing at her watch, she stood reluctantly up. School was going to be a bit of a chore today no doubt. It was something she really didn't want to do today. Pausing in a mirror, she checked to make sure the make up she'd applied earlier hadn't smudged. It would be a shame for her effort to go to waste after all. Because of the school uniforms, Morgan chose to show off her prefered style of dressing through make up and little extras, like the loose tie she wore around her neck, the noose wide, giving an almost sloppy look. She'd also changed all the buttons on her uniform, choosing strangely shaped, patterned or coloured ones instead and had set a slightly extravagant ribbon slide to pin her hair up. She'd also been tempted to change shoes, but Morgan had been caught with that before, it would be better off for her not to. With a wave good bye to both parents, she left the house, starting off at a steady jog. Her rucksack was slung over both shoulders, hanging onto her back and thudding against it with each long, easy stride. One may have thought she was late, it would have been a good reason for her to be running. But no, Morgan loved running, she was one of the fastest at the school after all. As she jogged, she paused for a moment, staring thoughtfully at the fire engines hovering by a clearly burning building, though the flames had diminished no doubt. Chuckling to herself she shrugged a little before continuing her run to school. Everyone knew of the type of people who lived in these areas, you got your nice families sure, but there were always small groups of 'nasty business' as her mum called them. While Morgan wouldn't consider herself as part of them, at all, she still got on fairly well with most, even if some were a bit stupid.

Dashing through the school gates, she slowed to a gentle walk, a truimphant grin on her face. On bad days Morgan was never able to reach the gates without properly stopping for a couple of minutes, this could have been a new record! Using one hand to brush back her long hair out and away from her icy blue eyes, she pushed the ruck sack straps further up her shoulders. Up ahead were two people in the corridors, although the bell had no doubt already rung to order everyone into their respective classes. They looked younger then her as well, if only by a couple of months. Maybe she'd be able to get away with 'chivying' them along a little.
"Unless you're deaf I doubt you didn't hear the bell, you'd better get going before you get caught by someone." She called to the guy and the girl, a faint smirk flickering over her lips. Morgan could see her class room, 4-C, up ahead, she wouldn't be too late hopefully.

Lucy's song changed a few times as she walked past other peers on the way to school. She moved a bit faster as she headed by a clock, seeing the time. Though, Lucy would have loved to stop at the cafe for some coffee, she had no money. All of it had gone to this month's bill's. She sighed from the thought of the taste. Her teacher would have made her throw it out any how.. Well, there was a sort of bright side to everything? She sighed again walking past the coffee shop and onto school grounds. Lucy kept her headphones on, thought she turned them down as an American rap song came on. Creating a small bounce in her step. She hipster strolled into the school, and up the flight of stairs to room 1-A. There She finally took her headphones off and sat down in her usual seat. Laying her head on the desk.

"So sleepy.." She muttered to herself. Looking out the window to see the dark clouds in the sky. Lucy had not even connected that it could have been her apartment building on fire now..

I finally made it to class- Brett tailing me almost the whole way, until some other girl caught his eye- and slid into a desk, making sure there were plenty of empty seats around me. I had chosen the back corner, away from the door- people usually avoided that area. That was my intent. I pulled out my ipod and stuck the hedaphones into my ears, sinking into my chair a little as i put it on shuffle.

Now, this was probably why people pegged me as antisocial, even stuck up. But honestly, I just wasn't looking for trouble here- and trouble sort of had a way of finding you.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a plain, hardcover sketchbook, and fished out a few pencils and a lime green eraser. It had lead smudged all over it, and was starting to get a little too small for comfort- I'd have to run to the store soon.
If the population of this school doesn't burn it down first, I thought, warily looking up as the door opened before opening to a blank page and abesntly doodling.

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