I'll add a new chary (Cause I'm bored...) if we switch to a new school day after this.
Simon got out of his bed, chills going down his back. He opened a book that he found on the floor. "Othello" he had been reading it before he fell asleep, a manga about a girl that, when she looks in a mirror or is overwelmed by emotion is taken over by a stronger personality. He sighed in relief. That must have set of the dream. But another ominouse shiver forshadowed otherwise.

((thank the gods))
Angel made her way to school, she was decked out in a skin tight red shirt and baggy black pants with a lot of pocket. She was humming to herself while causing a few nerdy boys to run to the bathroom for a bit.

James was trying to avoid the office. He was dirty and his eye had swollen to balooon proprotions. It would probably tip them off to his troubles at home. The man in the back of his head whispered to him again, and James felt his grin, shuddering at the sinister tone the voice laid. He couldn't ehar what he ahd said, but it hadn't been good.

Vincent woke up just in time to miss anals umproper day ware. His hair was in disaray. He sat up off the couch. "Sanea, never wear an apron..."

"Why?" Sanae pouted, a spatula in her hand. "I was making you breakfast for letting me use your bed! I hope you like pancakes!" Said pancakes, unfortunately, were slightly burnt. sanae wasn't a very good cook.

Vincent almost screamed a girly scream, instead he screamed a blood curtling scream. "I'm asleep! I"M ASLEEP!!!!" He hid under the couch cushion.
(What would your patience think....)

"Nope! You're awake!" Sanae said, smacking vincent's butt with teh spatula, grinning. Now get up, it's almost time for you to get to work anyway."

Angel continued through the halls before noticing a familiar back, "Hey! James wait up!"

James stopped, turning to look at Angel. He could barely see through his left eye, but it looked like she coming toward him. He gulped, complying. If he didn't comply, his father would just hurt him again when he returned home.

Angel caught up to him then let out a low whitsle," Man, talk about a shiner. You should put something cold on that." She smiled.

James blinked, covering said eye with one of his dirtied hands, looking away. "I-it's nothing," he murmered, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"I don wanna go da work! It' too boring, why dont you help me and go scare some horrable emotional teenagers or something."

Sanae blinked, honestly hurt. "You want me to make another zombie hamster, don't you?" she said, pouting slightly.

"Ahh! NOO!!!!" He thought back to the the screaming kindergartners, the poor thinmgfs, he didn't think his ears could take that sound once more...

"Fine then. How about doberman?" Sanae asked, moving off to one of the kitchen cuboards; the one with all the dangerous chemicals.

"Er,how about we just stick to non-zombie means for now, and I dont think I want to know any details about this one..."

Sanae just blinked, shrugging. She was at a loss. Zombification was her thing.

((um... how do I join this Rp? just post and play?))

(Basically....I think....I wasn't a founding member, so i guess you just post your app and BAM! rp time!)

Tobias Walked out of his favorite deli after Dinner " man... long day... he sighs as he pulls his coat to him as he walked down the city streets.

Sanae, having exited the apartment she now called home, was currently preoccupying herself with her obvious attempt to escape from a bunch of drunken thugs. Her pace, though swift and hurried, held a casual gate about it, almost as if this happened all the time. Hell, her HANDs were in her POCKETS. If that didn't say something about teh situation, her amused smile surely would. To her, this was just a very fun and childish game.

Angel eyed James curiously for a minute before smiling, "You don't have to tell me about it. Just make sure you get some ice on it before it gets any worse and if you can't find ice then go to my place and pound on the door 'til V-my dad opens it." She then patted James lightly on the back before running off to class.

James watched her leave, fingering his swollen eye. He then sighed and turned, heading to his first period class, hoping his teacher would ignore his bruised, dirty wounds.

Soon lunch came to the poor little prisoners.... I mean students, Angel decided to go home for lunch since it wasn't to far away, "Vincent I'm home!"

The teacher had asked questions. And now, james was behind the school, clutching the little knife he had kept hidden beneath the dumpster. No one had found him yet. He stood and ran out from behind the building, running down teh street and ending up infront of Vincent's apartment building.