EVENT: Bolting Out

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EVENT: Bolting Out

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[| Pearl |]

Venue: North Woods

What a show it was, I never really thought it would be so easy to move in and about right now. Almost as if it is going as planned. Well, less chit-chat and get back to work. My frame being ever so co-operative with me, I was able to nick even the smallest size uniform there is available. I was lucky, quickly changing from my white dress into the camouflaging uniforms.

Not even bothering to fold up my dress, I quickly place it in the bag I had brought along. Then taking from the ground beneath me-- a handful of soil which I then smeared around my knees, shins and even dirtied the uniform. I smiled as I looked at my own reflection from the creek nearby. It was flawless.

A few screams here and there wouldn't hurt much, would it?

There was bound to be some naughty students who'd be out this late at night, when they should be sleeping in their cute little dorm rooms. I jumped up and down for a bit, then sat myself down near the creek. With the jumps, it wouldn't be hard to act as if I was really tired. Purposely dropping the bag near me, then sitting in such a way that it made myself look as if I had fallen down.

I screamed for help.

[Elyon Brown]

The girl who consistently had pairs of braids ventured out to the North Woods and was clad in her student uniform. How superstitious, one could think; why was she here? It's because she came to see a shimmering water at a nearby pond. Surely, that reason isn't acceptable to most people, but she just wants to. Until then, it has been a long time since she came here--for how many expanding days?

Quite many, of course; no other possibility existed. Her dinner was going surprisingly well. Memories of her Academy days also commenced to pursue her. How she missed those good days when she was talking with her acquaintances. She can't even believe that she profited a little bit of feelings for a boy. Well, she doesn't seem so interested in him right now. Besides, there will always be a little bit of downside when she talks to him.

Time seems to pass unnoticed which is really true.

After a given moment, a scream was being heard. The scream rang through both of her fears. A scream at a time like this? She muttered about her ruined fun flatly while searching for the source of the horrifying scream. She did allow a rueful smile, though. It has been a long time since she helped someone. She had let her own, silent sarcasm pass and dropped her true feeling.

Why was she so inept of her true personality? She always have the attempts to help someone and never declines on one's giving-up decision.

"Who's there? Can you hear me?

[anonymous]

His steps were quick-paced and direct; he knew where he was going, but he did not have a reason why he was going there. Perhaps it was the only way to decrease the growing restlessness of his insomnia- or the panging feeling of boredom.

He couldn't find the right position to be in earlier that night, always tossing and turning in his restless sleep. Once he had dared to purposely hit himself on the head to faint; what harm could it do, when his very existence felt so hollow? Nobody would miss a narcissistic boy like he? He was missing the word sadistic too, but he did not bother to add it to his list of reasons. He didn't need to.

So there he was, walking quickly through the numerous trees that cast shadows upon the earthly ground, the bottom of his long leggings damp with moist and...well, whatever was down there. He would occasionally raise a hand to push away an annoying vine before he would go on, undisturbed by the night sounds ringing in his ears. There was one sound, though, that seemed- and felt- out of place.

It was a piercing scream of help, and as it was his nature he paused instead of jerking around, afraid. Calmly he looked around, searching for the origin of the scream, and realizing it was somewhere before him, he made his way to the place.

He wasn't alone in this pursuit of helping another student in distress. In fact, the other was a known 'friend' of his.

He turned to take a glance at the said person- recognizing immediately the long braids and brown hair. "Elyon," he said nonchalantly, turning back to where he was first facing, taking in the image of a student he has never seen before who seemed to have fallen over herself. Raising an eyebrow, he bent down a bit and reached out a hand. "Arth thou alright?" he asked in his musical tenor of voice, the British accent rolling easily through his tongue. He wondered idly how many times he had assumed this pose.

[`Shaira`]

The night was cold and she walks quietly and slowly. Exploring the academy would be nice... just for her. Just earlier the dazzling sun is in the top shape today but now... it was the cold evening that welcomes her.

Many events had just happened recently that she really don't understand. Fun things that she did along with scary things. There were times she laughs and times that she was troubled.

As she step at a place she even don't know, her stomach starts to growl. She didn't eat her dinner and lunch as well. In he rbag, she gets a bar of chocolate and eats it. She likes sweets, very much.

Leaving those thoughts aside, she heard a scream just right now. A scream from a girl for help. It would be nice if she woulde help the girl.

She throws the piece of chocolat that left anywhere then runs. Where could that voice come from?

As she reaches the place, she rest for a moment.

"Who screamed?"

[Linh Xiang]

So, there's going to be another mayhem going around the academy, eh? This was something that she expects to happen a long time ago. This has gotten more interesting that she expected to and she knew that might just enjoy this. Somehow, this doesn't feel right. It's like the AAO doesn't seem to be the reason for doing this mess in the academy. Well, she could be wrong about that.

The young teacher was taking her daily patrol, due to that mess. She was nearing north woods at that time. There was a scream, a scream of a student coming from the woods. From the sound of it, the owner was from a female student -- but then again, she could be wrong. Taking a deep breath, she dashed to the direction of the incident. She saw three students on her way: two females, one male.

Smiling, the female teacher approached them and asked, "Shouldn't the three of you be found inside your dormitories? Is anyone hurt here?". She was referring to the one who shouted a while ago before she arrived here. That was alarming, who knew what would happen to that student if they left her alone in this time -- especially with a restrictor on. Could she be also wrong about that?

"Anyway, this isn't the time for scolding...", she calmly said. That was the last thing a teacher would say. She looked at their restrictors, wondering if she should take it off. Considering their case, she needed to. One-by-one, she gently pulled it off from their wrists, freeing them to use their alices.

"You might need that, your alices, just in case. Don't let your guards down, okay?", she said to them as she was finished taking it off. The tone of her voice was urgent but she didn’t bother to tell them what was going on. Normally, a teacher wouldn't even take a restrictor off a student unless there's something going on. They would soon notice that something bad is happening inside the academy.

[Saint]

Nothing was more entertaining than walking in the woods in silk pants and robe. Yes, no shirt, just long robe. He enjoyed breezy nights in the North Woods and the darkness reminded him of the constant gloomy atmosphere of London...his birth place.

"Nostalgia, eh?" he mused with a soft kick against the aged tree before him, looming like a monster of the night.

Saint ran his fingers through his black-silvery hair. His eyes moved sheepishly on the area, looking for interesting stuff to do like...

He paused in thought.

There was nothing to do.

Wow, it's boring. Saint said to himself with a little sigh as he turned to head back to the dormitories...just when a scream came from further in the woods.

Of all the genders available, he knew the one in trouble was female. God knows he'd gotten himself into plenty of troubles because of the dear female species. Saint rolled his silver-gray eyes.

But the scream--a gentleman couldn't forsake a dire need for help.

So with a final sigh, Saint ran into the forest, his robe waving behind him, the breeze kissing his bare white chest. And it was no sooner that he saw a girl lying on the ground.

"Miss!" Saint half-whispered, half-shouted as he kneeled before her.

[Jason Psychosis]

"Miss!"

A familiar face, Jason thought when he heard the shout. Familiar voice, that is. What kind of trouble did he get into now?

Walking toward where the voice had come from, Jason saw him, the violator, also known as, Saint.

"Well," he said, smilling, "What did you do this time, hero?"

Though said in a joking tone, Jason really had started admiring this guy, though he'd never tell him. Noticing the look on his face, he said "Are you okay?"

[anonymous]

"Shouldn't the three of you be found inside your dormitories? Is anyone hurt here?"

Drake turned to see the new arrival, and frowned visibly when he realized it to be a teacher. He didn't have plans to get in trouble that night, and when he was a bout to say something, the older woman cut through him.

"Anyway, this isn't the time for scolding..." said the woman, taking his restriction band off. Immediately he could feel the familiar strength surging through his veins- and the familiar hunger. Oh, it had been such a long time.

"You might need that, your alices, just in case. Don't let your guards down, okay?" he was brought back down to reality once she had said that, and stiffly he nodded at her direction. He was only half-listening at that time, with his mind working out numerous ways of getting some energy back, when finally the rest of the sentence entered his mind.

"Don't let our guards down? What do thou mean? Is there something terrible about to happen?" He asked the teacher, his British accent lined with boredom and...annoyance, perhaps.

Then suddenly a new student came bursting into the scene. Drake raised his eyebrows at the man as he knelt in front of the student who was responsible for bringing all of them to this place. Another person- he cackled silently- who was obviously a helpful gentleman like he. How...pathetic, he thinks with a rueful smile.

He may not be a good target though, he adds in his mind. Yes...but time will tell, and he will strike.

There was another student who entered the area, and Drake knew this one was a new kid around the Academy. He hasn't seen him before, after all. But then it was clear that this lad looked up to silver-haired man...this whole affair is starting to turn amusing.

[Saint]

"Well," he said, smilling, "What did you do this time, hero?"

Saint's eyes rolled and rested on those of that guy's orbs. What's his name again?

"I just came to the rescue, excuse me mister general." He, for some reason, didn't feel that happy having Jason there. He paused, with one knee on the ground, the other knee bent. He didn't notice before...someone else was there.

"Oh, hey." Saint stood up quickly seeing that another guy had already stopped by the fainted girl. "Got everything under control?" He pulled his robe closer to his torso. His silver eyes moved from the British accented man to Jason.

"The name's Saint." Saint's eyes slightly sharpened as he looked at the man who was there before him. He felt something wrong around the guy. He unawarely touched his choker--his modified restrictor.

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

An angelic hymn echoed within a small part of the forest, partnered with the seemingly silky and elegant motions of a silhouette. Both were done by a solitary girl with a gymnast’s ribbon at hand. And her routine was just ruined by what seems to be a girl’s cry for help that emanated all throughout the North Woods.

“Sacredieu!” the Lady could only exclaim, her anger piqued by the rather high-pitched and annoying scream. Aside from doing her routine, her ‘masks’ were the only ones which really made her ‘herself.’ And with the Alice ban she deems utterly unnecessary, she had to go back to her original ‘self,’ having meek auburn eyes and dull silver hair. She was still a very attractive girl, yes, but she wasn’t satisfied with how she really looked. There was nothing advantageous in being kept in only one appearance, although it’s true that nobody would recognize her in that form anyway.

Well, now that her routine is ruined, she ventured into the darkness and looked for the source of that annoying scream so as to give that person a piece of her mind. But after hopping onto many different trees, she only found a pool of people—one teacher among many students—loitering around. And the teacher just removed the students’ restrictors. She then looked at her own—a lustrous silver piece of jewelry that hung on her neck—and grinned mischievously.

The Lady then descended from the tree branch that she had been standing on and greeted everyone with a smile, finally revealing her violet leotard-clad figure, elfin face and elegant posture.

“Allo~ What do we have here?”

[Saint]

Oops, I thought the girl fainted.

Saint mused about how amazing a scream could attract different people from different edges of the woods. At the same time, he thought of it as a good strategy in capturing those law breaking students who preferred the company of the trees rather than the dormitories.

Once again, he was not alone. There were about six people here--one on the ground and the other, a teacher. And out of nowhere, but specifically, from the tree branches, a graceful youth came into the scene. What caught his attention was her hair that of silver--almost same as his.

Her voice, that seemingly sang, broke the ice of the crowd. “Allo~ What do we have here?”

"A girl," Saint pointed to the lass before them all, "she's gotten herself hurt, I think." A pause. "And you are?"

[Jason Psychosis]

"I just came to the rescue, excuse me mister general."

No need to get all snotty about it!

Noticing that he wasn't really needed, Jason began to walk away from the scene, until he heard a noise. A voice, to be exact. A girl's voice.

“Allo~ What do we have here?”

It seemed that Saint was talking to her. Seeing his hero talking, he decided to watch him and the others from a safe distance.

[anonymous]

“Allo~ What do we have here?”

He turned at the voice, as musical and irresistible as the lady who owned it. She was silver-haired, slender, dressed in leotards and dangerously pretty. But there was something menacing about her- she was th type that made him feel uneasy.

That wasn't a good sign.

Still, he needed to keep his cool. He shouldn't panic for no visible reason, after all.

"A girl," the other silver-head, a boy this time, gestured at the girl responsible for the little gathering. "she's gotten herself hurt, I think." A brief pause. "And you are?"

Well, looks like this guy, named Saint, was going to do all the talking. He was happy to let him have the spotlight right now. Everything was seemingly stupid; why did he bring upon himself such tremendous boredom and trouble? But the restrictor was off, he was free, and he was hungry.

He let the words leave his mouth.

"This is stupid." He spat, annoyed, frowning at the gathering. "Honestly."

They didn't do him wrong, so where was the anger from? The heat, maybe? Or the gnawing in his abdomen?

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

A hurt girl? her soeur – or rather, her soeur’s soul – inquired, as the Lady herself raised an eyebrow. She does not seem very hurt… and I do not like her. At all.

Neither do I, my sister. There is something… ominous, in her eyes, she answered. I do not intend to help her, however…

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she scanned all the young males that gathered around the allegedly hurt girl. Two of them just caught her attention, while the other one, she could barely see. As for the girls though, she couldn’t care any less, and as far as she was concerned, she was the only girl there. The Lady just couldn’t help but be excited seeing her new preys in front of her. Too bad Hiei Valentine wasn’t one of them though, but come to think of it, she was growing rather tired of him. It was good to play with new toys every once in a while.

Your tastes never falter, do they, my dearest soeur? The voice inside her head inquired again, this time followed with a soft chuckle. The Lady’s soeur was very, very amused.

Of course they don’t, she answered, It’s just a pity that my Alice doesn’t work. Which reminds me…

However before she could ask the teacher to remove her restrictor, she was suddenly asked of her name. She turned her head towards the one who asked and smiled a rather hypnotizing smile. “That is quite a cold introduction, is it not, good monsieur?” She flicked her lavender gymnast ribbon and twirled it a bit, teasingly showing everybody her majestic skills. “I have been dubbed many names, but I would prefer it if you called me… Chantalle.”

‘Chantalle’ then sensed hostility coming from the other boy she eyed on. At that she couldn’t help but smile, for it seems that she has developed a stronger attraction to males who have quick temper. In that dark she could see perfectly his lovely brown hair and gleaming eyes, making her even more attracted to him despite of his mundane features.

“But what is so stupid, monsieur?” the Lady asked, tapping this male’s shoulder with the laced end of her ribbon.

[ No offense to Jason and the girls though.
Please understand that this is 'Chantalle's' IC personality.
>_> ]

[xeene]

alice of intuition=intense guessing power that only works when user has choices. user always arrives to a right answer, but experiences a two-minute migraine after official finish.

short info about hel=placid and easily gets bored.all he cares about is money and the thrills of gambling.height is 4'9".loves to smile up at people older or taller than him, thinking these "adults" are all going to be losers in his games(pretty arrogant).takes defeat like a child, and would cry like one too.he HATES losing in his field.

it was that same evening hel heard that strange scream. he noticed some students going out to the woods and assumed it was legal so he went out anyway.

but, really, it was stupid of him to head into somewhere he didn't know because without using his alice he ended up completely lost after five minutes. after all, if he used it and had to guess directions for ten times at least, he'd surely pass out on the way.

"wow. this is really fun." he smiled, his eyes as if smiling with his lips. "maybe i should scream as well?"

[Saint]

Chantalle...is a unique name. It was an oddity in itself. Her voice that seemed to emerge from a nymph's lips sent weird chills to his spine. Something in the way she flicked her lavender ribbon gave her some sort of rank...an unseen hierarchy she was placed upon.

Saint was suddenly bemused, opting to move farther from the lady who appeared to have taken particular interest in the other guy with British tongue.

As he offered his neck to the teacher who was into taking their restrictors off, he gave them wary glances before looking away.

I don't think my Alice is of any help even now. He thought as he waited for the next events.

[Jason Psychosis]

OOC: Did Jason get his restrictor taken off too?

Jason watched as he saw Saint's restrictor being taken off. He began to ownder why he neede his Alice.

What could be happening now?

Cautiously he came closer to the group of people, looking for anything suspicious.

I don't trust that girl Saint was talking to. Or that guy that said this was stupid.

[| Pearl |]

I couldn't let my guard down now that a teacher had appeared. I wanted to run away from the scene and capture them one by one, but I didn't. It was too late, the fact that so many had found the source of my scream already. I was surprised at how many students would be breaking the rules by going to the North Woods, instead of sleeping in their little sacks ready for school tomorrow morning. I wanted to laugh, but now that my audience are here, and my stage was set with lights, I couldn't.

I held back my smile-- or rather, a smirk. There were a lot of them; my audience. Are they prepared to watch my performance, I wonder. However, I shall not keep them waiting any longer. I shall step up and perform for them. I didn't expect there would be so many. It was getting funner than I thought. It's thrilling.

The female teacher removed restrictors off the wrists of the little students. Now this was fun. Everyone had their alices back to them now that their restrictors are off. Of course, I was aware of this, and had prepared my own fake restrictor which ties around my wrist, underneath the blouse and blazer that covered my arms and torso. I know it was spring, the blossoms have bloomed and the weather was getting warmer, but I couldn't let myself wear the summer uniform.

The worried have came and I must react to it. Though I was still astonished by how many had came to help. I never really thought that a scream could do so much. And because of it, I was saved from constant waiting. People-- students, came up one by one.

"Oh" I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I slipped."

Lies, obviously. But my face expression does not say that it was a lie at all. I had to keep it; my white side, for the moment. A little slip in the north woods would do so much damage, that one can be covered with dirt. It was an image. I was supposed to look like someone battered up.

I got up and brushed away the dirt off my clothes. It was the dirt I smeared on to myself, but any normal student would be smart enough to brush away anything off their attires.


"Now, if you must. I must excuse myself from the crowd since I have a bussiness. You see, I'm trying to--"

I stopped my sentence on purpose, brushing my hair-- with my hands I ran along the strands of my hair. I smiled sweetly, it would work. Anything would work, I look innocent.

"Oh, nevermind. Have I worried all of you here tonight?"

[Elyon Brown]

So many students came.

Who cares? The more, the merrier as one will say. But, no. She knew that something mightily dangerous might happen despite of how many they were. Maybe really mightily? Wait, she just have a strange feeling about one of the girls here. The girl who was being helped. Was she the female student who screamed? Seems like it. Wait, of course!

What a strange feeling.

However, a part of herself was still satisfied with the growing number of students here. Such a humongous Academy. Hold on a minute, the situation will degenerate if she will let her guard down. Right now, she has to focus on that girl, thank you very much. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in shape to join in the battle due to the fact that she wasn't all ready.

Stupid of her.

This battle dimension is nearly making her vaguely crazy. Her blue eyes were just so glued on that girl. Who is the enemy here? She couldn't even tell and she feels so dumb! She was even dragged in the current, substantial situation. She watched the girl talking directly at her and the others. Well, she could only tell the words: I can't trust this screaming girl.

Ha!

There wasn't any passable direction that girl could take. But, somehow, she looks innocent. She waited until the said girl could say something any further. Elyon swiftly stopped her eye contact with the girl; she decided to stare at the ground. It's so hard to weave amongst the lies just to reach for the concealed truths. She just had a feeling that the girl was acting all plastic. Oh no, she could be mistaken.

Maybe?

'Oh, nevermind. Have I worried all of you here tonight?'

"Uh... kinda.."

OOC: Uh... sorry... kinda blocked.