Sanae twitched and turned her head, sitting at the desk that had been placed there when Vincent had bought the place. She hadn't slept at all, only having rifled through her notes on a patient that was currently cooped up in a hospital bed with some broken bones and some minor internal hemoraging. He would be fine. He was under constant observation and would probably be released in a few days. Sanae didn't know, after all, when, consideirng this was her unofficial vacation. She yawned loudly before standing and wlaking to the door. Food sounded nice right now.

Vincent pulled himself off the floor and got dressed. He opened the door and walked to the coffe table were the meal was already dished out for them.

Angel was beeming a smile of happyness, she had no idea why though. "So how did everyone sleep?"

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Vincent looked over at her pleasantly. "Well, after you stopped bugging me." He replied. "I'm thinking about cunstructing a machine that will automaticly gas everyone at 9:00..."

Angel stopped smiling, giving Vincent a weird look. "Alright, well I have to head off to school I be back by lunch time, so..." She stood and grabbed her bag, while quickly walking outside.

Vincent watched her leave as he ate his breakfast. He chewed slowly. When he was done, he slowly did the dishes and walked out the door with his lunch. He took his time getting to work. I hope today isn't as slow as the past week, He thought to himself.

Angel got to the school humming to herself, she really had no idea why she was so happy, but she was. Before intering her class she bumped into a prep that told her to watch it B****.

James watched Angel as some skank with too much makeup and way too revealing clothes had slammed into her shoulder and told her to watch. Now that wasn't very nice. But, unfortunately, he couldn't do anything considering that the fearful side of him kept whispering in his head about something or other. He sighed as the lady walked past, casting him a none too happy look out of the corner of her eyes, he gesture received with a dark, vicious gaze and a none too sane grin. He then proceeded to walk to class, turning and entering the classroom which served as first period. Unfortunately this happened to be Angel's class.

Angel was messing around with one of her penciles, when she looked up after it fell out of her hands, she saw James. "Um... hey, James." She gave a nerves smile.

James turned his head after sitting down and smiled at her. "Hi Angel," he said, turnin to look toward the front of the room. he didn't say anything afterward; just left it at that.

Vincent waited. He balanced a pencil on his nose and stared at the cealing.

The class went by pretty fast, Angel had been doodling in her textbook. Every so offten looking at James wondering when he might freak out and try to kill her with a pen or something.

Simon suddenly woke up, he was in his bed. He didn't know how he had gotten there but it was a regular occurance for him. It must have been "Simon" he raised his head a bit. His clock read some number too high to be good. His covers sagged around and moments later he erupted from the middle of his bed as realization stuck him. His blankets flew in random directions. "I'M LATE!" He screeched! As he ran down the stairs clothing was changed so quickly it seemed to appear magically on his body.

James glanced toward Angel, catching her glace at him. He grinned at her, eyes glinting. He twirled a pen in his fingers, clicking the button every now and then, sending the point in and out.

Simon flew out of his front door with a note from his "Mom" in his hand. He almost broke a world record for running to school. And almost passed out at the front door. Instead he passed out after giveing the secretary the note.

Deserve walked down the street in his tight leather jeans and long coat. His waist length purple hair swayed in the slight breeze. The streets smelled like sweat to him, something he was not used to. His jaw tight. in one hand a lap top and the other a dozen roses that looked smashed and beaten. Petals flew behind him and angry sparked in his eyes.

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Angel stared at him for a little bit, her eyes lightly twitching every time he clicked that stupid pen. “Would you please stop clicking that pen, its driving me insane.” Just as she said that the bell rang, signaling for the good little lab rats to scurry off to their next class.

James giggled, his smile widening. "No," he said idignantly, clicking it faster. He soon got up, putting the pen into his pocket as he grabbed his things and headed off to his next class, the fearful side of him stiring, obviously wanting out. he grumbled, narrowing his eyes.

The secratary stood up to see over the counter "Oh My Goodness!"

Vincent sat in his deskwith a tired look in his eyes. His black hair twirling around his fingers. His sunglasses glinted when he saw the man with the purple hair. "He's new..." He muttered to himself.
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Deserve's anger mounted to new heights as he mumbled under his breath "Who does that women think she is! No one cheats on Deserve Shota like that! NO ONE!" His neck turned red to his ears as he fumed over the situation. He turned a corner. His strides long but even and his skin fair. His tall structure moved with grace and allegiance even if he did feel a bit stiff from the previous argument. Walking past a trash can he dropped the roses casually into the rim.

DV walked across the street and around another corner to a flash hotel. Walking to the elevator he road it up to the top floor to the romantic suite. Throwing his lappy on his king size bed he pulled the curtains apart with a flurry of dramatic fabric flowing out to the sides. He stood and stared out onto the streets. Everything seemed wrong. Pinching the bridge of his nose he turned and pulled off his coats and sat on edge of bed with one elbow resting and hanging and the other with his fore head sitting im his palm.

What the hell am i going to do now. That crazy lady even turned down my money. A rich person.

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Vincent watched him as he yelled at roses then walked away in a huff and then went to the printer. Soon there was a sign on the door. "Anger Managment Classes Now Available!"

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Deserve stood up quickly and changed his clothes into something that seemed more suitable to the streets around here. Taking it slowly he decided he would not be angry with that lady anymore because there were plenty of other women in this world. To be honest he never wanted to be tied down with anyone. He was wanted a lady at his side for awhile and then he would cast them off and find a new one.

But first he needed to find a house. something that fitted him well and proper. He took to the streets. Finding a cab he drove out more on the edge of town and stopped. Sitting there he asked the cabbie if there were any old mansions around here for sale. There was. The driver took him there. He parked outside and waited as Deserve hopped out and want inside to check the place out. The outside looked partially haunted, But the inside was built with fine interior design. the carpet was a velvet maroon while the the bannister's were painted in gold. It looked to be a three storied building.

A smile tugged at the corner off his lips and he drove back to the city center to find out how he would purchase this grand house.

Vivian seemed to be a dark cloud amoung the people on the streets. Her dark mood making people avoid her like the plauge.
Men, all pigs! Can't even enjoy one hour at a bar anymore without one of them trying to take a shot at me. In her pale hand, Vivian gripped a can of pepper spray that had been recently used. Her blue eyes stayed focused on her goal. The apartment building down the street, sometimes it was convienient to live in the center of town. You had all of the good things, bars, restraunts, and other luxouries.
Though, then again, you had heightened crime. Her apartment had already been broke into three times in the past two months. Stupid teenagers painted on the building, making it look like trash.
Vivian pushed her shoulder length blonde hair away from her face. She could guess she looked rather odd, Vivian was in a black cocktail dress with knee length black boots, a small black purse was on her right shoulder, and with a black choaker.
So she wasn't very suprised when she heard feet shuffling behind her. When Vivian looked back, a few men were following her.
They smelled of alcohol, great. Vivian started to walk faster, but they kept pace with her.
Time to lose them.
Vivian then started to run, she could hear them behind her. What scared her the most was that some of them were yelling about having fun.
It wasn't the kind of fun Vivian was looking forward to.

Deserve Hopped out of the Cab just as a lady ran past. He looked at her ass and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as her body moved in the black dress. turning back around he saw a few rowdy men running after her.

DV politely stepped in front of the men with his knuckle busters on. "Theres no need to run on the streets. You might trip and hurt yourself." One guy had not heard Deserve and kept on running. DV stuck his foot out and the guy tripped up landing with his face in the road side gutter. His eyes closed he didn't move.

he had no idea if the lady had stopped running. "Now men, how much can i pay you off to leave this nice lady alone?" He pulled out his wallet and rustled a few hundreds between his fingers. But never intended to hand them over.