Welcome to Tokyo Art Academy! The school welcomes any boy who is serious about majoring in anything having to do with art. But it isn’t that easy to get in. You have been selected to attend by either outstanding grades, or you’ve showed your wonderful talent in your art classes from your previous school.

You will be living in a large mansion, and are allowed to have your own room, which you are allowed to customize and design to your liking. Pets, such as cats, rodents, reptiles, fish, and dogs are allowed, but be sure to clean up after them and to keep them quiet during the night.

Congratulations on you entry. Please do your best! Good luck!

Profiles

This is a yaoi. If you do not like it, then please keep comments to yourself and leave.

Please be literate. Use italics for thoughts and bold and "quotation marks" for speech. No using *Asterisk* for actions. And no chatspeak.

No god-modding.

Keep it at pg-13. If it goes any further, please take it somewhere else.

Please post at least 3 good long paragraphs. The rp gets more interesting if there’s more to write. Writer’s block is understandable, but there is to be NO one liners.

OOC posts/messages should be in a (()) {{}} [[]] or something of that nature.

Send profiles to me, titling them “Art is my passion.”

Images MUST be REAL or those 'dream of doll' pictures. NO ANIME!!!!

Once you are accepted, please post your profile in the profile thread.

You may have as many characters as you like, so long as you can keep up with them. Don't forget about them!

I will add or remove rules as I see it fit. So be aware.

Art

Choir

Ceramics

Band

Photography

Painting

Cooking

Martial Arts

Languages
+French
+Japanese
+Italian
+Spanish
+German
+Latin
+Chinese
+Korean

( more can be added )

Dance Class

Ballet

Guitar

Bass guitar

Fashion Design

Modeling

English

Math (Any level)

Science

History

If you think of any other art class, or classes that should be added, tell me and I’ll add it. ^^

The Mansion

The Kitchen

The Dining Room

The Bathroom

The Library

Living Room

Game Room

Indoor Pool

Dorm Rooms

Alright, if you want, you can tell me the dorm room you'd like to be in. I guess knowing what number would be nice. xD

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7. Marc Nicholson
8. Matthias Shoten
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Sorry for not thinking about putting room assignments. Pick a dorm, and pm the number. I'll put your character there. ^^

OPEN

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When the moon fell in love with the sun
____All was golden in the sky
________All was golden when the day met the night

Matthias sighed to himself as he put the last of his bags into his truck. He was leaving for his art school today. And he was so excited. He’s been there since his first year, and it was his last year now. He was so excited! Though he wouldn’t show it to anyone except his family. They knew how he was, so there was no reason to hide his feelings. Especially from his mother. She knew EVERYTHING. And Matthias did have a fun time talking to her. She was so nice, and she listened to him. She was a bit crazy most of the time…Well, not crazy. Just really hyper and happy-go-lucky. That woman hardly ever got mad…Meaning Matt got away with a lot of things…Unless his father or Tosh found out. Then he was in SO much trouble…Especially if it were his dad. Damn, did he have an ATTITUDTE! Well, that’s where Matt got his own attitude. From his father. Probably not the best thing to have gotten from him, but he wasn’t going to complain. He loved his father very much and respected him.

He looked in his truck, making sure he had everything. He then went back into the house. Well, he just HAD to say his goodbyes to his family. His mother would be upset…Well, more like hurt if he didn’t. And he didn’t want to hurt her. So he said his goodbyes to her and the rest of his family before getting back truck and getting in. He didn’t have to make it hard on them. After all, they were staying in a house close to the school. He could go home whenever he wanted to visit. And his mother could make an appearance from time to time…So long as she wasn’t in France doing a runway show, or at a photo shoot. She didn’t go to many shoots now. Not because she was getting close to her forties, but because she rather be home with the family.

He smiled to himself as he started up his truck and made his way to a Speedway first. It was the morning, and he wanted his Speedway coffee. So, he stopped at the Speedway closest to him and got his French Vanilla Cappuccino. His favorite. NOW he was ready go get to school. And it didn’t take him that long to get there, either. So, when he got into the parking lot, he pulled into the spot he usually parked in before turning off the car and getting out. He opened the back door and got out the bags he knew he’d be needing first. Mostly with his clothes in them. And, of course, his camera bag. How he could he forget that? He had that camera with him no matter where he went. He was a photographer, after all. He had to have it with him at all times. What if he saw a really good shot and missed it JUST because he didn’t have a camera with him. Well, screw that! He had a camera in his camera bag, obviously, home at home, one that stayed in his truck, one in every house his mother owns, and one in all of his parents cars. JUST in case he decided to take one of their cars, or they made him go somewhere with them.

He shook his head a bit at that and made his way up to his room, giving very small smile to people that he knew. When he got to dorm five, he unlocked the door, and went straight to his bed. He set down his bags and sat on the bed. All it was was just a mattress on the floor. Not spring box, no frames, no nothing. He didn’t like them. He liked to just literally roll out of bed and get up. Plus, if he were to kick something off his bed when he slept, like his laptop, it wouldn’t go falling to the ground and breaking. It will just simply slip off the bed safely. He smiled a bit at that thought and got up, taking his laptop out of its case and setting it on his desk. He then pulled out the power cord and plugged it in so his laptop can charge, since he didn’t charge it last night.

Now, what to do? He could go see who was around, but he really didn’t feel like it. So, he just made his way back to his truck to get the rest of his things before going back to his room and putting everything where they belong. He played loud music. Panic! At The Disco, to be exact. He loved the band. They were his most favorite American band, the GazettE being his favorite Japanese band. He got to see both in concert a few times, and loved it! God, if only he could met Brandon and Reita in person. That would be so AWESOME! But he probably could get the chance sometime in his life. His mother was a model, after all. A very famous one in Japan. She had connections. So, he could probably meet Reita, at least. Like, if they had a photo shoot the same day she had one. She could make up an excuse to get Matt there. He knew she’d do it to. And that’s just one of the things he loved best about his mother.

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time___________
You could love me if I knew how to lie_________
But who could love me?_______
I am out of my mind______
Throwing a line out to sea_____
To see if I can catch a dream

Jake, oddly, woke with a smile. He knew that today was going to be different than all the others. He had just got his license a couple weeks ago. And now he was going to a new school. He was stoked. Jake even woke up before his alarm. He got out of bed and rushed to the shower, stripping as he went. He turned on the water and got in. Not minding that it was freezing. He washed his hair and his body all at once. He turned off the water and wrapped the towel around his waist. Not a bad looking body, if you asked him. Not too many muscles, but the start of a four pack. Jake put on some shaving cream and started shaving his face. He was very careful and precise. Not missing a spot.

Jake walked out of the bathroom a good 15 minutes later and went into his room. He pulled on some black and red boxers and looked though his closet at what was left after he packed the day before. He put on a plain black tight shirt and not too tight fitting jeans. He pulled on socks and then his Chuck Taylors. A hand reached for the keys on his night stand and the other for his bag on the floor. He was off like a gun shot. He didn't bother with breakfast. He was never really hungry in the morning. He opened his trunk to his silver PT Cruiser and tossed in his bag. He closed the trunk and got in the drivers side. he started the ignition and took off.

Jake had moved to Tokyo when he got accepted a couple monthes ago. His parents sent his car so that he could get around faster. Of course they were scared but Jake was grown up and could make his own choices. He liked it here. It was interesting and a huge change in pace for him. Jake drove down the ever turning roads. Being careful, naturally.

Irihi quickly tossed his things into the trunk. It was getting light already, it it was going to take a while for him to get to the Tokyo Art Academy. Slamming down the top of the limo's trunk, the sixteen year old walked up to the back seat door and leaned against it for the time being.

"Finally I get to have some real art education," Iri mumbled to himself. "I hope mum won't be too mad at me if I get kicked out." He grinned slightly at the thought and crossed his arms. "Well, I suppose it could happen..." Remembering the first day he had started painting, Irihi sighed happily as he recalled the happiest day of his life. Besides the day his mother had started recovering from pneumonia, that is.

"Hey, Iri! Are we going or not?" one of his art buddies, Stanton, called. "Get in already. I'm doing you a favor by driving you." Stanton stuck out his head of shaggy bronze hair and glared at him.

Irihi sighed and opened the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He stepped inside and glared right back at Stanton. "This is my dad's car, so be careful with it," he growled. "If you wreck it, you're getting every single ounce of the blame." Iri buckled his seat belt and stared out the window.

"You're just to grumpy when you haven't had your morning tea yet," Stanton shot back. "Must be your dad's blood." The sculpture student grinned at Iri and handed him a thermos of green tea. "Drink up. It'll do me more good than you."

Iri glowered but took the thermos and gulped down more than half of it. It was true. He was usually much grumpier than usual if he hadn't had any tea in the morning, like his father. But he could occasionally deal with zero tea in the mornings. But painting... he had to paint everyday. It was his addiction - albiet a much healthier one than some other options.

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"We're here." Stanton parked in front of a massive gate and whistled. "Nice place. Hope you have fun here," he added with a braying laugh. "Call us, okay?" Stanton passed Iri a slip of paper. "Your mum and dad probably won't pick up the phone so often. Just email them."

"Thanks, Stanton," Iri said with a slight yawn. "For the ride, and everything." Clambering out of the car, the painter quickly reached the trunk and retrieved his belongings before walking into the art academy. Stanton was right. It was nice. More than nice, in fact. He could see many over-luxurious trappings all over the hall.

As he neared his room, Iri heard faint strains of music coming from another room. The music gradually got louder and louder until it was blasting Iri's ears. After tossing his things into a room, the sixteen year old walked over to the room where the music was coming from and knocked. Iri wanted to know why he was playing such incredibly loud music.

It had taken him a while before he bothered to get up. It was like a morning ritual for Daniel though, to stay in bed for a few hours after waking up before swinging his legs out and starting to get on with the morning. His brother found it an annoying habit, especially when it came to trying to get him to school. Thankfully Jake wasn't here to yell at him, making his waking up all the more pleasent.

Yawning he stood and staggered to the bathroom attatched to his hotel room. Daniel had been staying at the hotel for two days, flying over to Tokyo from England. Despite it being fairly early morning where he was, it was late at night the previous day back home. Checking his watch he mentally counted back the hours to figure out whether his father would be awake or not.
"I'll call after I've eaten." He muttered, quickly undressing and stepping into the shower. Ten minutes later Daniel had finished washing and was dressed in his tight red shirt, baggy, navy blue jeans and scuffed grey trainers. Tugging on his zip-up hoodie, striped dark and light grey, he grabbed his suit case, already packed, and left the hotel, leaving the key on the front desk.

Stopping by a small cafe Daniel ordered a cup of tea and something random from the menue. He took out his phone and swiftly dialled the number, not having to wait long before it was answered.
"Evening dad...Yea I'm about to head to the school." He paused, smiling tiredly.
"Don't worry, I packed everything...Dad? Dad! You're sounding like a mum, calm down alright? Everything's fine....No, I haven't been in any accident, no I haven't been mugged either....Yea, miss you too, say hi to Jake for me..." He smiled softly before hanging up and swiftly eating the food.

Half an hour later in a too-hot cab with a smoker for a driver, Daniel managed to get his first glimpse of Tokyo Art Academy. A large grin plastered itself across his face as he paid the driver and, with his case, walked forwards through the large gates.
"This is gonna be fun." He muttered to himself, entering the building swiftly.

He sung to himself. He didn’t care who heard him. Not really, anyway. Matthias didn’t have a awesome, fantastic voice. But he didn’t have a horrible voice. His mother always told him he’d be a great singer or model…Or both. But mostly a model because Matthias had gotten her looks. He smiled a bit at the thought and shook his head. His mother wasn’t conceded. She was obviously a model for a reason, but she never said she as so hot. Unless she was playing around. That was good and all. Matthias didn’t like conceded people. They were just…well…conceded. He stretched a bit and closed his eyes, laying back on his bed. It was time to get relaxed. He wanted to get relaxed and sleep for a bit.

The loud music didn’t even faze him. He could sleep right through it and it wouldn’t bother him one bit. In fact, he was sure that almost everyone in his house could sleep through loud music…Or loud noises. He didn’t know. He knew that his mother can. When she was out, she was out. You couldn’t wake her up until she was ready to be woken up. His father…He was almost the same as his mother, but it was easier to wake him…and when you did, watch out. He was GROUCHY! He doesn’t like to be just woken up like that.

Matthias heard the knocking on his door and sighed to himself. Why must someone decide they want to bother him now! He rolled his eyes and rolled off his bed before standing up and going to the door. With a sigh, he opened it and looked down at the boy on the other side, raising an eyebrow. “Can I help you?” he asked him. Right now, he just wanted sleep! Sure, he lived in Japan, and it wasn’t a long drive for him at all, but that wasn’t the point. He didn’t get a good sleep the night before, and dammit, he wanted a good sleep now.

Irihi grinned slightly at the other boy's appearance. He looked slightly Asian, like him.

"I was just wondering who else is rooming in this hall," he answered lightly. Iri crossed his arms. He'd drove in from another town about two hours away, so there wasn't a time zone change or anything. But Iri would like some rest before classes started.

Just like his father, he realized. But his father was a more traditional British man, and he like to rest a lot. And tea was always strictly at four. Now his thoughts were all off track, and Iri struggled to regain his focus on the boy in front of him.

[imgright]http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/You_Dont_Gnome_Me/emo_boy-1-1.jpg[/imgright]Marc was so jet lagged it wasn’t funny. He had just woken up but was fighting to stay awake. He had just arrived a few hours earlier on the plane, then he had the bright idea to go clubbing. Now he was extremely tired and eating pixie sticks paired with star bucks double shots, and no-doze pills, one right after the other to stay awake. ‘Cause you're hot then you're cold you're yes then you're no you're in and you're out you're up and you're down you're wrong when it's right it's black and it's white we fight, we break up we kiss, we make up Marc groaned and crawled across the floor towards his cell phone which was blaring Katy Perry loudly. Then the hotel phone rang. Marc growled in annoyance and yanked it off the receiver “What!” he nearly yelled into the phone. “oh…damn, whatever be down in a few mochi mochi, sayonara…oyasumi sushi.” he rolled his eyes and concierge’s snotty tone. He figured he must have offended the guy by getting the Japanese greetings and partings wrong, and just by being a little ass, but he didn’t really care.

Apparently his cab was supposed to arrive in ten minutes or so. Marc lit up a cigarette as he put on his shoes and finished packing the very little he had unpacked, meaning one outfit. Suddenly his fire alarm went off, Marc had a non-smoking room, but he never really paid much attention to rules. Yet at the moment he really wished he had, because the sound was hell on his head, he was jet lagged as well as having a slight hang over. The teen hopped up on the bed, whipped out his pocket knife and slid the blade behind the alarm, cutting the wires. “Little bastard…” he mumbled, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He climbed off the bed and stretched some , clutching his head slightly as he got a bit dizzy. Marc ran a hand through his hair and made sure it was nice and fixed.

The slender male bounced into the bathroom, apparently having felt the effects of all the sugar and caffeine. He fixed his hair and checked out his appearance. Marc smirked and finally headed out. He placed his last suitcase on the little trolley and headed out the door, nearly bulldozing over a housekeeper who yelled at him in Japanese. Marc seriously did lover Japan, he always wanted to come here truthfully, but that didn’t stop him from being himself. Marc got to the elevator and within moments he was downstairs and checked out of the hotel. The staff seemed quite overjoyed to see him leaving. Marc stuck his tongue out at the manager as he slid into the cab that indeed was there waiting for him

His things were loaded and they were off to the new school of his. Click…Click, click, click…click Marc tapped his tongue ring against the back of his teeth gently. He put in his ear buds and began to dance as he listened to his iPod, singing along softly. It didn’t take very long before they were away from the business of downtown Tokyo. He took this time to flip open his cell phone and check the message he had received earlier. There were two, one from Maggie and the other from Laura. He smiled a bit reading both messages. He hadn’t seen Laura in two years, they were supposed to meet up sometime in the following months but since Marc had decided to attend Tokyo Art Academy that plan was ruined. Marc frowned a little bit and leaned on the car door, staring out the window.

Laura and him wouldn’t even have much to talk about now anyways, right? Last time they had seen each other she had been every parents perfect little dream, and he was a drugged out ‘bad seed’. Marc shook his head and rid himself of the thought of her. He was determined to have a good time here in Japan. I was indeed an all boys school, that brought a smile back to Marc’s lips. He giggled in an almost girlish manner. He finally paid attention to the scenery and noticed. “Damn…” they had arrived and the school and wasn’t it big, and well and for lack of a better word, fancy. The car came to a stop and Marc dumbly handed over the cab fee or more than enough, he didn’t care, he opened the cab door and emerged from the car.

Marc was cool and composed on the outside, his posture very relaxed as he gazed upon the building with a slightly arched brow. Marc chewed his bottom lip for a moment, then released it, leaving his bottom lip slightly swollen and pink, giving him a pouty expression. “So this is it huh?” he said to himself as the cab driver unloaded his luggage from the car. Then before Marc could do anything about it the man sped off leaving the teen with three huge suitcases and two carry-ons to carry in on his own. “Goddamnit!” he cursed loudly and flipped off the cab driver. Well this is just great… he thought to himself and lit up another cigarette as he fussed with his luggage.

Marc mumbled under his breath, tying the carry-ons to the rolling suitcase, and slung the other suitcases over his shoulder. Marc growled as he began to drag and waddle his way up to the door, cursing and whining about the injustice of it all the whole time. He tripped on the front steps and fell forward almost smashing his face into the pavement but only succeeded in crushing the cigarette. “Bloody hell, shimatta or whatever, cuso, merde…” and quite a few more colorful curses spewed from his mouth…Marc was known for being rather foul mouthed.

It took awhile and it must have earned him a few stares, but he had gotten up to the floor with the dorms. He had resorted to dragging his luggage and kicking one of the carry-ons down the hall like a soccer ball. He passed an Asian boy talking to some other guy in the hall, he kicked the carry-on again and glanced back at the two, giving them the up and down. He smirked a bit and dropped his luggage, he had arrived at his dorm. Marc rummaged through his pockets before pulling out a small key. He unlocked the door, shoved the luggage in the door and made a flying leap to the bed. “Sleep…”

Daniel had managed to clamber his way up the stairs, guitar case banging against his back as his case was dragged behind him. He sighed, panting slightly as he rested against the wall briefly, looking around curiously.

In front of him, he could see two guys, one in his room the other apparantly having disturbed him. Another had passed him already on the stairs and Daniel had needed to practically flatten himself against the wall to let him with all the bags pass him. Still, it was better then making an enemy this early on in the school year. He continued forwards, passing the other two and pausing to glance into the room the other had gone in. Daniel's room was opposite this one, and he quickly proceeded to it, dumping the case on the floor but carefully laying out the guitar case on the bed. Almost lovingly he unclipped the clasps, flipping open the lid and running a hand down the strings, plucking a couple to hear the familiar notes. Things would be alright, being in Tokyo was exciting, a new adventure for him. Still, Daniel missed England, even if only being away for a few days.

Matthias looked at the boy, nodding a bit at what he said. “Well, you saw now. I’m Matthias Shoten. That’s all you need to know,” he said to him. He had half the mind to just slam the door on this boy’s face, but he wasn’t THAT rude…Okay, maybe he was, but he didn’t feel like being one of those jerky, rude boys at the moment. Now, this boy probably thought that Matthias was Asian. He wasn’t at all. Matthias didn’t have one drop of Asian blood in him. His step father was Asian, and since his step father and mother were engaged when he was born, he took his step father’s name. His REAL father is German. Matthias mother was English, though sometimes she really didn’t look like it. He shrugged a bit at that. That didn’t matter to him. He hated it when people thought he was Japanese because of his last name…though, Matthias DID know Japanese. And he knew German, English, and French.

He looked up to see two other boys trying to find their room. He noticed that one of them was roomed next to his. Well, he had a neighbor! Nice. He sighed a bit and looked the boy, hoping that he didn’t mind the loud music he would be playing. Matthias wasn’t going to just give in to people when they asked him to turn his music down. No way! He loved his loud music, it was the reason why he played it so much. Especially Panic! At The Disco or something like that. Fall Out Boy, Mindless Self Indulgence…There were so many bands that he listened to. His iTunes had more than 3000 songs on it, and it was still growing. He just loved music that much. Well, he loved art. Matthias was learning how to play the guitar, but photography was his passion.

Photography…He loved it so much. He didn’t know exactly why, though. It was just…a camera in his hand and him taking a beautiful picture of a garden scenery, or maybe children playing in the park. It was just a wonderful feeling. Especially when the picture came out well. He did both film and digital. He really didn’t have a preference. He loved them both. The bad thing about film was that you couldn’t look at the picture after you had taken it, and if it came out bad…then oh well. With digital, you could look to see if it would be a good picture, and if not, well, you were still there so you could probably go ahead and take as much pictures as you wanted. And that was what he did. With both cameras. He would take as many pictures as he thought he would need before rushing home to develop the film.

He looked back at the boy standing before him. “I have things to do,” he said to him before shutting the door. He didn’t want to be rude. He KIND OF had things to do. He was going to sleep. That was what he was going to do. Smiling a bit at that, he went over to his laptop and turned it off. The room went quiet, and he went straight for his bed and flopped on it. Sleep was very welcomed at the moment, and he rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Being here has made him very happy. Not for the people, but for the art. Matthias was never very good at socializing, but he didn’t care about that. He didn’t come to this school, on of the top art schools in Tokyo, to make friends. He came here to learn all that he could about photography and become a GREAT photographer.

Well the idea had been to go to bed, but usually planning wasn’t a good thing for Marc to do, because he never really did what he was planning to do. He sort of had a short attention span, because not too long after he had jumped on the bed did he get distracted by the pillows and the bedding. Marc rose a brow at the décor. Green was nice and all but be needed to do something with the room to make it more...him really. Marc hummed a bit, sitting up and beginning to jump up and down on the bed for a moment, then leaping off of it and pulling one of his suitcase across the floor to the foot of the bed. Marc kicked the dorm door shut, making quite a bit of noise.

He withdrew a black and white celtic designed blanket and unfolded it by shaking it out. He sang rather loudly and somewhat badluy…well not badly, his voice was untrained but not horrible. He sang Toxic by Britney Spears, but then changed mid verse to Don’t shoot me Santa by the Killers. He used a hairbrush as a microphone, bouncing around the room and using it as a mock stage for his ludicrous little performance; a medley of songs ranging from The Beatles to AFI. Marc pulled off his shoes and chewed on his lower lip. “She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories. Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky! Now and then when I see her face she takes me away to that special place and if I stared too long i'd probably break down and cry. Whoa oh oh oh, sweet child o' mine! Whoa oh oh oh, sweet love of mine.”

He hopped up onto the bed and began to jump on it like a loon, pretending to be Slash from guns and roses. A cigarette was between his lips, he idly wondered if smoking was allowed or not. He jumped off the bed and took on of the carry-on’s that he had been careful with and opened it up. “C’Mon Rosie, sorry for putting you in there girl.” Marc struggled as he pulled out a 7 foot long Albino Ball Python. He laid her on the bed and opened up one of the suitcases. It had a folding mesh cage in it as well as her stand. He began to set that up, taking his sweet time. Rosie was slowly slithering across the bed.

Soon he had it set up, he returned to the bed and lifted her up into his arms, walking over to the cage and opening it up. “Bet you have jetlag too…but you have no responsibilities…Maggie is gonna kick my ass next time she sees me, I wasn’t supposed to bring you with me girl.” He kissed the top of the snakes head and closed the cage door. Then he made another running leap on the bed and began to jump up and down on it until the headboard began to smack against the wall making a lot of noise, probably disturbing everyone around him.

He was just trying to stay awake…usually he did other things to stay awake but he wasn’t sure how well that would go over here. Marc jumped off the bed again and pulled out of one of his suitcases a HUGE white and lime green stuffed panda bear. He giggled a bit and bounced on the bed a little bit before flopping down on it and clicking his tongue ring against the back of his teeth. Unzipping the back of the bear revealed about one thousand dollars worth of Marijuana…

The bear and the weed had been a present from his f-buddy back in America, a goodbye gift. Most might not like the gift but Marc had loved it…he had a bit of a problem. He liked pot, a lot. He wouldn’t do any other drugs though, it was only pot, because he could always remember what had happened when he was under the influence of it, and it never seemed to do much damage. Marc giggled and kicked his feet against the wall absentmindedly.

Jake made sure to drive the speed limit as his car rolled up to the school. "Very nice." he said smiling a warm and welcoming smile. He parked his car and got out, locked it then grabbed his bags to the main office to check in. "Jake Manson." he said in his smooth voice. The receptionist gave him a key.

"San." she said seeming busy. Jake had a blank stare as he used his fingers to count.

"Three." he said. bowed and left with his schedule in hand. He walked to the mansion in awe. "Wow, that's huge." he said smiling. He was happy to be going to a school that meant what he wanted. He saw several students but didn't interact with them. He was still learning Japanese. He knew some things like 'Hi my name is Jake.' and 'Where is the restroom.' But not much. He walked until he found room 3. He opened the door and walked in, setting his bags on his bed. He laid down and sighed. So nice. He thought about going to meet the students but didn't want to bug them. He grabbed a book from one of the many bags and walked out to the living room. "Very nice." he said as he sat down and opened his book and started reading. "One could get lost in this house."